Tracy

Just a fangirl❤

[daddacy]

Red Lights - hhj

Part One

Synopsis - When you look at someone thru the rose tinted glass, you are bound to miss all the red flags. And that what you exactly did with Hwang Hyunjin, your bias.

Paring - Idol! Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader

Genre - Mature, Dark / Yandere, Angst, Fluff (slight), Idol au

Warnings - oral, virginity loss, drugs, alcohol, yandere, slight stalking themes, possessive, toxic love, shouting, manipulating, may or may not write part two

I cannot breathe without you right here by my side, I’ll die 🎼

So can you please, come over closer, hold me tight? Right now 🎼

He doesn’t know how it all started. He did what he always does with girls he met at the club. Sleep with them for a night. Or two when they’re to his liking. But never more than that because he can’t have them attached to him or scandals will start flying around to ruin his career.

And that night as well, he was with his friends at a club having fun. As usual, one of his friends would go over to invite a group of girls to have fun with them to their table.

That’s when he saw you. Your group of friends were excited to see some celebrities mixed in his group. You were one of them. Eyes sparkling in excitement when you saw him.

He assumed you could be his fan so he decided that he would not get involved with you. Despite his attempt, you boldly sat next to him smiling brightly at him.

“Hi. I’m (y/n)” you introduced yourself with a bit of an accent. Your words are slurring quite a bit. Could be the liquor. Could be the new substance you tried out earlier. One thing for sure is that you weren’t acting like yourself that night.

“I’m Hyunjin.” he returns examining you. Even under the flashing red lights and heavy music, he caught your non-korean-like features and your accent. He had to admit you’re quite an attractive girl.

“I know who you are. I’m really lucky to meet you here.” You said sipping on your glass of champagne which you’ve been keeping since before you came to the table.

He gulped hard looking at where your lips touched the cold champagne glass. The red lipstick on you making it look extra plump. He know he told himself to stay away cause fans can cause trouble when they become more than that.

But how can he restrain himself when you look so kissable? With the way you move to the beat to the way your hair falls and how your dress hugs your swaying body perfectly. The more he look at you, the tighter his chest feels. He felt breathless. He’s glad you aren’t looking at his way but the DJ at the moment.

“Ah, I’ll tell you a secret.” you started, turning around and your index finger motioning him to come closer. Hyunjin gulps hard before complying with your wish. Getting your lips close to his ear, you continue, “I’m a virgin.” you whisper, as if others are going to hear you over the blaring music.

A smirk tugged on your lips as you watched Hyunjin’s bewildered face. You chuckles before turning around and moving to the beat again. You don’t understand what made you so bold. Hundreds of thoughts run in his mind like ‘we just met?’

“Out of nowhere?” was all Hyunjin could reply as you bursts into laughter at his reaction

Wiping tears from the corner of your eyes, you answered “Yes, I just feel like losing my virginity tonight. And I’ve never had a boyfriend too. Not a first kiss either.”

This time, it was his turn to laugh. At this time and age, there’s no way a sane guy would let an attractive girl like you be single. At least he wouldn’t. If he’s not an idol that is.

“Why? Is it because they’re not me?” He flirted giving you a cocky smirk.

“Exactly.” You flirted back. “You can have my first time if you want.” And all he could do was chuckle back at you who almost looked bewitching under the red light.

That night, he ended up bringing you back to the hotel he usually goes to.

At first, he thought you were lying to get him intrigued but he noticed that you actually can’t even kiss properly. All your boldness and flirtiness dissolves as with his advances and you’re left a blushing mess.

“Open your mouth. Make sure not to graze it with your teeth.” He commands as you sit between his legs to blow his throbbing cock. You slowly take his cock in your mouth bobbing your head back and forth doing exactly what he told you to. At times, looking up at him with your doe eyes to check for approval on whether you’re doing the right thing. It made him feel like he’s ruining something so pure and that only turned him on more.

He then told you to lay on the bed and open your legs which you shyly obey, closing your eyes from the embarrassment. You were already so wet but not wanting to hurt you when he thrust in, he runs his thumb in a circle on your clit before slipping a finger in. “(Y/n), you’re so tight.” He saids kissing the corner of your trembling lips as you moan in both pain and pleasure.

You’re giving him something you’ve always kept to yourself and that makes him feel so special. After slipping his third finger in, you look at him with teary eyes filled with needs signaling him to put his cock in.

“Ask for it babe.” He says as he stops pumping your inside making you whine at the empty feeling and chasing highs.

“Please” you begged, breathless. “Please ruin me, Hyunjin.” You look into his heated eyes with your own as you say those words. Something snaps in his head as he looks at your disheveled form laying on the bed under his mercy.

“Such a whore.” He groans under his breath and you nod eagerly in agreement.

Hyunjin smiles in satisfaction as he slides on the condom. “This might hurt a little at first baby. But it’ll be alright so relax okay?” Hyunjin comforts you as he’s longer than average, thrusting very slowly scared that he will break you. “Ugh, so… tight!” He moans as he slides in your hole.

You, on the other hand, tears start to fill your eyes as you try to hold your screams in, feeling like you’re being torn apart. Hyunjin had to control the urge to ravish you till you cry for him to stop.

“You’re doing good babe.” He whispers sweet nothing and showers you with praises as he thrusts slowly back and forth. With moans getting louder with pleasure, he also picked up his pace.

“Hnngh Hyunjin- ah!” you mwel out as he keeps hitting the spot you never knew existed.

In no time, both of you were a moaning mess as you both came.

He felt amazing. Last time he had sex with a virgin was his highschool girlfriend before he debuted. But back then, since both of them were young, it’s reasonable that they’re still a virgin; he doesn't even know what he was doing.

He couldn’t understand how someone, who visits clubs often, of age, uses substances and pretty, has never been in a relationship. Let alone a virgin. Duality is what makes you attractive though.

However attractive you may be, he had no intention of seeing you a second time. He was worried that since he’s your first time, you might get attached to him and demand to be in a relationship, which he can’t provide. All Hyunjin could think before falling asleep was how to ghost you. Even though his heart clenches at the thought of it, looking at you who was fast asleep beside him. Will you feel heartbroken if he left?

But the funniest thing is that you woke up earlier than him and tried to leave without him knowing. You would have succeeded only if you didn’t knock over everything due to your whole body being sore. Hyunjin really did destroy you last night.

“(Y/n)?” He called out, rubbing his tired eyes to see you tripping over the night stand as you wore your heels.

“Shoot.” you whispered under your breath as you turned around to look at the man you slept with last night. You couldn’t believe you finally did it. And with an idol at that. Also that idol being your bias from one of the groups you stan. You would have thought it was one of your usual wet dreams if only your body wasn’t sore all over.

“I’m really sorry. I need to go. I’m gonna be late for work.” You lied as you hurriedly put on your heels. You don’t wanna get involved with an idol. Especially the ones with millions of crazy fangirls. You’d rather admire them peacefully from afar.

Not to mention, men are all disappointments when you actually get to know them. So it’s better for you to stay away if you still wanna keep the “Hyunjin” you’ve built in your head. You wouldn’t have done any of this if only you weren’t intoxicated.

“But it’s only 4:30 in the morning?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘Why is she lying?’ was his first thought. Followed by ‘Is he trying to leave me without my knowledge?’ as he connects the dots.

‘Good for me but-’

“Hyunjin, thank you for last night, really. I really had a good time. But I think it’s the best for both of us if we just leave it at this.” You interrupted his train of thoughts as you explains. Although they’re the same thing that he had said to many girls before, he felt his heart clenches again just like last night. Just a little worse this time around.

After that you just got up and walked toward the door with your wobbling legs. His eyes drifts left and right searching for a plan to make you stay.

“Wait!” Hyunjin calls out before you could turn the door knob, he abruptly grabs you and turns you around.

Both him and you stared at each other, shocked at his outburst. After processing, “Wait… I’ll drive you.” is what he came out with before he got off the bed to slip into his own clothes.

“It’s fine really. I can just call the cab.” You told him as you awkwardly watched him hurriedly put on his clothes.

“No way, you’re all wobbly because of me.” He rebuked, pouting cutely at you as he fixed his tangled hair. On the inside, he is confused at his own actions just to spend some more time with you.

“If you insist.” You accepted thinking it’s only polite to do so. He’s probably feeling responsible for taking your virginity when you didn’t even mind. It wasn’t for any religious reason or anything. You just haven’t lose it because you doesn’t feel like having sex yet after all. Same goes for relationships.

Grabbing his car key in one hand and your waist to support you in the other, he walks you to his expensive vehicle you both rode last night.

The ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence until Hyunjin broke it with a question. “Were you always this different when you’re not drunk?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean last night, you were asking me and pleading for me to take you. But what is th…” he trailed off as he focused back on the road ahead to make a turn.

This makes memories from last night flood in your mind making you go red instantly. “I-I Ahem '' you started stuttering making Hyunjin chuckle beside you. “I’m lightweight and I’m on a new substance I’ve never tried so… that must be why. ” You answered after clearing your throat.

“I see. Do you always just try anything like that without any fear? It could be dangerous”

“I like trying new things to know whether I’ll like it or not. If I don’t like the experience, I can just stop.” You explained.

“So did you like your experience with me?” Hyunjin smirks, making you choke on air, as he parks the car.

“Thanks for the ride!” You exclaimed as you  got out of his car, trying to escape the awkward atmosphere he’s created. He laughs at how cute you look running into the elevator all flustered.

And unconsciously counting the numbers shown on the elevator screen.

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Ever since that day, you kept occupying his thoughts. Your alluring lips, teary eyes and untainted body. Your naivety in bed which contradicts your coyness at the club. Your coldness in the morning despite the pleasurable night you both spent.

He wants more of you.

But at least his schedule is getting busier to help him disregard all those thoughts.

Days went by and as he was close to forgetting about you, you appeared in front of him.

This time, wearing a beige crop top sweater and a frilly long skirt. As if trying to take the role of an angel, unlike the tight short dress you wore that night. He wonders if this is how you dress everyday. He doesn’t hate this side of you either. He found it quite endearing.

You were sitting there in the cafe, watching the pouring rain outside. He doesn’t know how he instantly remembers your face since he never remembers any of the girls he spent a night with. And he finds himself approaching your smaller figure.

“Hey, must be fate huh?” He called out to you, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Hyunj-” “Shhhh… don’t call my name in public” Hyunjin interrupted, covering your lips with his big hand. You nodded okay and he let go, sitting in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked surprised because that cafe is nowhere near JYPE.

“Americano~” He answered playfully, shaking his ice americano cup. But the truth is, he’s here today because he got a call from Han saying his sasaengs are waiting for him in front of the company. So he decided that he would take a breather today and randomly visited a cafe out of town.

Like god was trying to play with him, he met you again. Making him believe something must be tied between you and him. Like a red string of fate.

“What about you, princess? What are you doing here?” He questions you back with a smile feeling all giddy.

You cringed at your nickname he chose but decided to ignore it. “Blind date. My blind date is probably late because of the rain.” You answered truthfully, staring out at the pouring rain

“B-blind date?” Hyunjin’s expression dropped at the end of your answer, squeezing his coffee cup slightly.

“Yes. Nice meeting you again but I think you should get going. I don’t want to give him the wrong impression” you stated apologetically.

“O-of course.” He replies half out of it as he grabs his coffee and walks out.

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You walked out of the cafe alone after the date to find that it’s still pouring out. You spread out your palm to catch the raindrops as you stand by the cafe to call a cab since you didn’t bring your umbrella.

But to your surprise, “How was the blind date?” asked a familiar voice, holding out a black umbrella to shield both of you from the rain.

He was wearing the same black sweater and black pants from earlier and his long loose black hair falling onto his beautiful face. You don’t even know how you managed to get laid with a man like him.

“It didn’t work out. Like always.” You chuckles bitterly, recalling memories of failed first dates just like this.

Your date was a good guy but you both decided not to meet again due to you not feeling the connection. To you, relationships, which should only be with someone you actually love, seems like a far fetched fairytale.

“But why are you still here?” You question him.

“What else do you think? Waiting for you.” He answered, giving you a warm smile. Your heart skipped a beat. Ever since before, you can never look at this man without melting to the center of the Earth. But you know he’s not telling the truth. If only you didn’t notice him being a slight mess with his hair wet despite him having an umbrella, you would have believed.

“I’m flattered. Now tell me what actually happened. I’m not that dumb to not notice your swollen eyes you know?” You gave him a knowing eyes but concern laced in your tone was obvious.

The truth is, he decided he would get some rest for today and went back to his house. Only to stumble upon another scandal of himself while scrolling through the internet. He was still painted as a complete villain and his bubble was blowing up with hate comments. He believes his company hasn’t caught up on the scandal since he still hasn't got a call from them.

He got more devastated with each comment he read. Why do people hate him? Why do they want to see him fall? Why do people even believe such groundless rumors when he always tries his best to prove them he’s a good person? Worries filled his head thinking about so many possibilities that could develop from this scandal to ruin his life. He started to feel his lungs tighten as his breath became uneven. He needs to see your face. He doesn’t know why. Maybe he wanted a reassurance that at least you would believe in him as a fan. Maybe he just wanted some word of comfort.

But when he got to the cafe, he saw you there, smiling and chatting with a man you call ‘blind date’.

‘Got nothing on me.’ is what came to his mind seeing the slightly good looking man. But it’s true. After all, he considered himself as someone way out of a normal person’s league. A normal person like you…

Looking into your concerned eyes at this moment, he can clearly see your love for him. You seem like you haven’t seen any of the rumors about him. Will the look in your eyes change when you see the rumors? Will you look at him in disgust?

“Have you checked the web?” He asked you with a small voice, nervous as he broke eye contact.

“Huh? No- why?” You asked confused as you open twitter to get bombarded with Hyunjin’s scandals.

People calling him useless, a snake, nothing but a visual, cursing and swearing at him. There are also people defending him but you can understand that negative things stick more to your mind than the positive ones.

“Oh my…” you trailed off as you continued scrolling through harsh tweets. “Hyunjin, I’m so sorry. Do you… do you want to talk about it?” You uttered grabbing his free hand and with both of your hands at you looking into his puffy eyes. Even though you were determined to stay away from him, you can’t help but feel the need to comfort him. No matter how strong-minded you are, he’s someone you’ve always liked after all. You can’t just leave when someone searches for you for a place to lean on. Especially not him.

Hyunjin was taken aback by your sudden actions. You are worried about him. You care for him. And it made his heart all warm and tears started to fill his eyes, nodding yes to your last question.

You took him to your favorite spot, the secluded area of the beach nearby where you usually come to focus on your work or relax. You both sit on a dry spot watching the waves crash into rocks. The rain has stopped but the clouds are still gray in the sky and the ocean breeze brushing past his skin makes Hyunjin feel at ease. You both sat there in a comfortable silence staring into the horizon.

“You know Hyunjin, I’m a coward.” You started making Hyunjin turn his head to see you hugging your knees and staring out into the ocean. “There are many things I wanted to do. But I always let them go because I’m afraid of other’s opinions. Judging myself before anyone else does.” you paused, huffing out a breath as you smiled bitterly.

“‘What am I to expect?’  ‘I’m not even that talented.’ ‘People are probably laughing at you right now’. Negative thoughts always flooded my head whenever I put an expectation on something.” You decided you would open up about yourself to make him feel comfortable.

“But the truth is Hyunjin, people who hate you will choose to hate you no matter how good you are. No matter how much energy you put into proving them wrong, they’ll always find a fault in you.” you continue as you turn your head to find him staring at you. “No one judges you harder than yourself. You need to unlearn those self hatred first to ignore these haters. And focus on people you love.” You finish giving him a warm smile but he doesn’t seem to notice as he’s deep in thought.

“I know… I know but it’s really hard because a single negative comment can ruin my whole mood.” He admits moving his gaze to the ground to avoid eye contact. He doesn’t know if it’s the ocean breeze or the sound of the crashing waves. He’s only seen this girl for twice but he feels like if it was her, she would understand.

“Of course, it’s easier said than done. Unlearning something doesn’t happen overnight. I just want you to know that there are many people who love you.” she affirms.

“What about you?” He questioned, now looking directly into your eyes. “Do you love me?”

“I’m a Stay, Hyunjin. I would do anything to protect you.” You declare, making him smile.

“Hmm, how do I trust you if you don’t prove it?” He asked teasingly, the somber mood from before slowly melting away.

“Do you want me to curse at all those hate comments?” You said pulling out your phone but paused as an idea came to mind. “Let’s do it together”

Your suggestion made him look at you in confusion but it got more confusing as stood up. You take his arm and motion for him to stand up with you, which he obeys with a puzzled look.

“:$-@“-@:&-@ YOU HATERS!” You suddenly yelled curse words at the horizon making him flinch. “I HOPE YA’ll (/&”-@/  AND  @&@@!&@“@ and- what are you doing? C’mon let’s do it together!” You urged, out of breath but still grinning.

He looked at you like you were the most dazzling thing at that moment. His heart beats so loudly in his chest that he feels like the roaring waves sound so small and distant in his ears. This was the first time you and him had an actual conversation. And he wishes he could do this with you for the rest of his life.

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Your 2nd meeting with Hyunjin was what brought the two of you closer. After that event, you guys exchanged numbers and would hang out for food, watch moive and occasionally, have sex.

Even that day, after having serious conversations about all the things in life and comforting each other, he ended up back at your apartment.

Hyunjin is a hopeless romantic and he discovered that you’re the same. Thus, you couldn’t get a partner that matched your ideal. The more he spends time with you, the more he realizes how similar both of you are. The amount of movie nights you guys spent watching romance movies and talking about love is immeasurable. And he finds himself loving every second of it.

You don’t consider yourself a weak-willed person but trying to distance yourself from such a perfect human being is bound to fail. Not when he’s so sweet to you. Not when he’s all vulnerable in front of you. Not when he’s such a hopeless romantic just like you.

However, you’re not delusional. You know he’s way out of your league. He could leave you anytime if he wanted. There are girls prettier than you, lining up, just to get a glimpse of him. The Hwang Hyunjin, considering you as someone worth his time, was enough for you.

This leads you to always keep your feelings in check and not get possessive or jealous. Even when he disappeared for days or spent time with other girls, you wouldn’t complain. It’s a wall you choose to build between you and him to protect your heart. It went like that for 3 months until…

“What are we, (Y/n)?”

He was sitting at the kitchen table watching your back as he suddenly dropped the question.

“Huh?” You uttered, puzzled. Why is he asking you this?

“What am I to you?” He repeated.

But instead of answering him or asking him why he’s asking that, you go silent. What is he to you? You don’t know either.

He’s someone you absolutely adore. Someone who lit up your dull life just by existing.

“Boyfriend?” He added, watching your form stiffened.

“Friends with benefits?” He continues, his tone as if provoking your guilt.

“Or just an idol that you admire?”

Uncomfortable silence took over as you just stood there processing his abrupt questions and him staring at your stiffened form.

“I-I don’t want to get into a relationship unless I truly love the other person.” Your cracked voice broke the ice as you started. “And I’m too scared of falling for you” Hyunjin silently studies your expression as you continue.

To you, a relationship is something you’ve never explored. You could change for the best or the worse when you fully have the control to have someone as yours. And you’re afraid the latter would happen since Hyunjin is an idol.

“If you are afraid of me not being able to give you time and attention because of my busy schedule, you have nothing to worry about.” he reassures as he reaches out to hold your hand that is resting on the table. “I’ll visit you as much as I can. Keep you updated on my schedules. Do video calls even when on tour. Going on a date every break I get. I’ll dedicate all my free time to you.” His eyes say he’s not playing with you. It should make your heart feel light but you only feel more pressure as you look into his sincere eyes.

“Relationships are like semi-ownership. You’ll have the right to be jealous, the right to be possessive. But since you’re an idol, those will become thorns in our paths.” You explain wiggling your hand away from his hold and replacing it on your lap as you avoid his eyes. What if you become a demanding girlfriend who asks so much from you boyfriend but never gives anything back?

“Hah.” Hyunjin scoffs as he rolls his eyes. Your answer cut through his heart like a knife and he can’t believe someone like you made him feel worthless.

“Even if we dated, the relationship is bound to fail.” Your voice gets smaller the more you speak as you take subtle glances at his chilling gaze.

“Why not? I thought I was your bias?” His voice was shaking as tears built up in his eyes.

“Your ideal type?”

“Someone you’ve always wished upon the stars to be yours.”

“Shouldn’t you be jumping up and down in joy when I say that I want to date you!?”

“WHY ARE YOU TALKING LIKE YOU DON’T WANT ME!?” with each question getting more aggressively louder, Hyunjin’s pretty face distorted into something frightening. Something you don’t recognize.

You can only gawk back at the current Hyunjin who looks nothing like the Hyunjin you fall for.

“I-” “ANSWER ME, (Y/N)!” He interrupted your response with a terrifying yell, making you flinch in fear.

“I was your first wasn’t I? I could be your first boyfriend too. Give us a chance.” You tried to find any joke in his blabbering but you can only find a broken, mad man in front of you. His eyes red and open wide as he leans into the table, faces inches away from yours. He looks like he would eat you up whole.

You don’t understand how someone like Hyunjin became this way. You, being the cause of it, made it all the more confusing. You’ve always thought of yourself as one of his girls that he kept around to play with. Thinking he would easily move on with his life after talking this out but now it doesn’t look like it.

“Hyunjin, stop it.” You gathered the courage in you before standing up to walk to your front door. His eyes follow your form.

“It’s late. Please go back.” You nonchalantly opened the door for him as he watched in disbelief. He wanted to tell you that you would regret it. He wanted to tell you that you can never get someone as good as him again. Nonetheless, he storms out of your apartment after scoffing at your actions.

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Things could have ended just like that but weeks have gone by and Hyunjin finds himself in the car park in front of your apartment. He tried overworking himself for days to keep the thoughts of you away. He could barely sleep and in every dream of his, it’s you there with him. He thought he was going crazy.

To him you’re such a two edged sword. You could give him ultimate happiness and misery at the same time. Always in a dilemma and lost in your own world. Making him feel understood and like an alien at the same time. He doesn’t even know what makes him desire you so much when he himself can see so many red flags.

He thought you would give in if he gave you time to realize his worth. How your life would be so boring without him. And with your weak will, you would beg him to come back in no time.

But now, he’s here because of your one text in the morning. After weeks of no contact, not a single text of ‘I miss you’. He finds himself exhilarated by your name appearing on his notifications. Only to get completely gutted by the context of your message.

It felt like things really met the dead end between you and him. You telling him how you’re sorry for wasting his time and thanking him for a good time felt like a final farewell. Like you guys would never see each other again and part ways. It hurts him how you’re so sweet even when hurting him. He just wished you would tell him you hate his guts and tear him down so that he can move on with it.

He tells himself it’s not possible. That there’s no way you’ve moved on when all he can think about you. You must be waiting for him to come back to you but give up because you think he’s too good for you. Yeah, whatever it is, you’re weak when it comes to him. You give in when you see his face.

That’s how he finds himself nervously waiting for you to come back from your college. He brought a bouquet and your favorite shortcake. He tells himself he won’t ask for anything more. If you want to date him, he would be over the cloud nine but if you would rather stay as friends too, he would comply. He could just be patient and wait until you’re ready. He could go slowly from that.

However, what Hyunjin saw from the corner of his eye is you, coming home with another man. Holding hands and laughing brightly like a new couple before you both get into the elevator.

5:30 pm; his watch reads. He can tell that there’s gonna be more than just chatting happening up there at a time this late. There’s no way it could be happening. Hyunjin felt like the world came crashing down on him at the thought of you touching another man. He feels nauseous.

There's no way you’re doing the same thing you did with him. In the same bed. And in the worst case scenario, the dude who got nothing on him is more than what Hyunjin was to you. A boyfriend.

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Red Lights - hhj

Red Lights - hhj Part Two Synopsis - When you look at someone thru the rose tinted glass, you are bound to miss all the red flags. And that

[daddacy]

Hello! You literally made me fall in love with your work, especially the isekai reader of the Kpop Demon Hunter fanfic. It's the first time I've encountered a yandere from this fandom like this, meaning with a noncon, the good kind. If it's not too much trouble, do you think you could tell us what happened after the events? I was wondering what Isekai Reader would do.

Hii! I may not write an epilogue but I would like to let everyone know that I have an idea. I’m just too lazy to continue sksksk.

Reader will try to off herself and still get re-isekai back to the same time where she first got to Kpdh world. And she will have the memories while boys won’t so she will do anything to avoid them. She will run from crowd where they were performing Soda pop asap. Luckily the boys didn’t notice her and for a while, she lived a life of normalcy.

But as Gwima’s order comes for Saja boys to investigate the souless being, they, for the second time, will fall for her. And that will lead to an obsession again. And it will repeat over and over until reader finds a way to escape, which I’ve already thought of a way too.

[sinner-seeking-salvation]

watching trigger for the plot

the plot in question:

[daddacy]

My toxic trait is thinking I can fix him. (Or maybe just lock me up)

[daddacy]

No Soul, No Salvation

Part II - The betrayal

Part I

(~14,800+ words)

Synopsis - You transmigrated in the world of Kpdh. You were desperate. Desperate to go back to your original world. But the boys have another plan. A plan to completely trap you in their hell.

Paring - Yandere! Saja boys (mainly Jinu) x Fem! Isekai! Reader

Genre - Mature, Smut, Dark / Yandere, Angst, TW. NON CON, Idol au, isekai

Warnings - yandere, non-con , dub-con, gangbang, double penetration, exhibition kink, breeding kink, squirt, pussy eating, restraints, possessive, toxic love, betrayal, manipulating, may or may not write part three

You offered yourself in exchange for hope. But hope was never part of the contract.

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After that event, they made you quit your job.

Instead, you were now kept by their side.

They would touch you after events.

They would make you suck their cocks in the public restrooms.

And they even made you follow them around with no panties.

It’s fine. You reassured yourself

There’s no need to be ashamed. This place isn’t real. And I’m going back to my original world after all.

That’s your daily mantra as you walk around with pussy dripping with your own juice.

They would bend you over any where, hallway, side of the street, and even on stage during rehearsal

Spread you open and rubbing you one out.

People would see your pussy get filled with fingers and would see you giving into the pleasure of their mouth.

But everyone is too hypnotized by their music to know what’s actually happening.

Getting their soul taken by Gwima after the performance ends.

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You stood on the edge of the rooftop stage.

The Namsan Tower.

The one “Your Idol” had hijacked for their Honmoon performance.

The city below was quiet, too quiet. Like it was holding its breath.

Around you: velvet drapes, humming sound equipment, incense burning black in the air.

The scent was something…not quite comforting.

But hazy in a sense.

That’s when you notice it was drugged.

Everything felt distant.

Like you were watching your body from behind a wall.

Why would they drug the air? It wasn’t mentioned in the movie.

Then, it clicked. It’s not for the audience. It’s for you.

Because you can’t be hypnotized by their song.

But why? You were obedient.

Not once, you broke your end of the bargain.

So why would they drug you?

———————————————————————

“Please keep your promise,” you confirm. No, begged.

The words scratched their way out of your throat.

Jinu stood in front of you.

Dressed in black. Eyes glowed golden, half covered by the long hat. His markings clearly visible, no longer hiding the devil in him.

His fingers brushed your cheek.

“Of course,” he said softly.

“You’re keeping your end of the deal. So am I.”

But something in his voice sets alarms in your head.

He’s lying.

You can tell.

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, which stares down at you pitifully.

You turned. You meant to run.

But Abby was already behind you.

Smiling.

His voice was the opposite of Jinu’s, sweet, sugary, like a lullaby laced with venom.

“No more running, baby girl.”

“You’re the show tonight.”

———————————————————————

You barely saw the others slip in.

Mystery.

Romance.

Baby.

Each of them moved like dancers in a dream.

No, a nightmare.

Every light shift and shadow ripple was choreographed.

Rehearsed.

Like they’d waited for this.

———————————————————————

You stumbled, dizzy.

Your knees gave.

Abby caught you with ease, lifting you like you weighed nothing.

“Shhh. It’s just the fog,” he purred into your neck.

“We need your body loose. Your mind quiet.”

“We can’t have you make any fuss during our most important moment.”

You tried to protest but your lips felt numb.

And Jinu?

He was watching.

Quiet. Still.

But not detached.

Hungry.

———————————————————————

They carried you to the top of Namsan tower.

Velvet cushions. Dark silk ropes. A ring of red runes glowing faint beneath your bare feet.

And in the distance, the faint sound of an instrumental version of “Your Idol.”

Slow. Twisted. Warped.

While the ritualistic chants pound your head like drums.

———————————————————————

Your wrists were bound, soft, but tight. Silken cords pulled taut above your head, suspending you upright like a puppet mid-performance.

Someone unzipped the back of your dress.

Fabric peeled away.

The air hits your skin like ice.

But hands followed. Warm. Too many.

You were glad the show hasn’t actually started yet.

There’s no one in the audience.

———————————————————————

You couldn’t tell whose fingers were whose.

Some skimmed.

Some gripped.

Some teased with slow circles.

Jinu stood in front of you, still silent, as Abby and Baby began kissing down your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

A tongue circled your nipple.

A mouth sucked until the moan spilled from you unbidden.

You hated it.

———————————————————————

“You said yes,” Jinu murmured.

“You gave permission.”

“And that means you’re ours.”

A hand slid between your legs. Two fingers parted your folds and found you already wet, embarrassingly, traitorously wet.

Abby laughed softly.

“She’s ready. I told you she would be. I’ve been training her for this moment.”

Romance stepped forward.

He knelt and began to eat you out with practiced cruelty, slow, deep strokes of tongue that had no intention of mercy.

Your hips jerked.

You tried to twist away.

But the restraints held.

And so did the boys.

———————————————————————

Jinu still hadn’t touched you.

He just watched.

But his eyes… they burned.

Like he was memorizing your every twitch, every gasp, every time you moaned and hated yourself for it.

———————————————————————

When Romance pulled back, your thighs were shaking.

Your climax had hit like a wave, hot, humiliating, and unsatisfying.

You were shaking, dizzy, eyes fluttering half-closed.

You thought it was over.

It wasn’t.

———————————————————————

Jinu knelt in front of you next.

He unbuckled his belt with a straight face.

Eyeing you like a predator.

“Now it’s my turn.”

———————————————————————

You couldn’t speak.

You didn’t beg.

Maybe part of you thought this was still part of the deal.

You’d endure.

You’d give them what they wanted.

If it meant saving Rumi…

Mystery and Romance grabs each of your legs and lifts them up, making your pussy fully exposed to Jinu.

Finally, the time has come, the final rite that will put all these tortures to end…or so you thought.

When Jinu said he wants you, you thought it meant your body. But oh, how wrong could you be?

Your folds being parted by Romance’s fingers bring you back to reality, meeting Jinu’s gaze focused on your glistening cunt.

“C’mon hurry up Jinu. It’s our turn after you screw her.” Abby said impatiently.

You turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze, trying to dissociate from whatever’s going to happen to you.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jinu demanded as he forcefully turned your head to look at him as the tip of his dick rubs against your swollen clit.

You let out an unwilling moan as the pleasure starts to build again.

“You said I could have you,” he whispered.

You did.

“Your body gets excited too easily.” Jinu groaned out as he looked at the filthy scene in front of him.

He slid into you in one slow, brutal thrust.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

It was too much, too thick, your body already overstimulated.

But there was no space to argue.

Just the rhythmic thrust of his hips. The grunt of pleasure. The way your body betrayed you again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he mercilessly pounds into you.

His thick cock, thicker than any fingers Abby rams into your pussy every now and then, longer than any vibrator Baby forces inside you, forces your pussy to gash with liquids.

It pokes your womb, making you yelp in pain and pleasure.

You were crying now. Silent, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your pussy stretched around him.

He moaned low. Deep.

“Say it or I’ll cum inside.” He threatened, making you panic and thrash around only to be held tighter by Mystery and Romance.

“N-no, don’t—hic! Ah! Don’t c-cum inside!- eek! P-please!” You sob out in between each thrust making the boy’s cock even harder.

“Say it princess, or…maybe you already have something in mind?” Abby suggests as he comes from behind and starts fondling your clit.

“Like being pregnant with Jinu’s babies? Not that we don’t want it though.” Abby continued as he smirks at Jinu who looks like he would burst just from the thought of him breeding you.

“Argh—mmh! (Y/N)…! Might as well—mmph— just- put all my seeds inside your little pussy—hah! I’m c-cum… ing!” Jinu choked out as he ride out his seman inside you making you squirt in return with a squeal at the sudden burst of warmth.

“N-no… not inside. L-let me go!” You struggled as you look at your pussy overflowing with Jinu’s white cum.

“Hey don’t spill anything.” Abby says as be block Jinu’s cum from spilling with his own dick.

Your eyes widen in surprise as he’s far thicker and girthier than Jinu.

It won’t fit.

“P-please… no more—-ah!!” You were cut mid sentence as he shoves his cock, too big to even get half in.

“Still so narrow… so good~” Abby exclaimed in pleasure as the other watched in awe.

Your tiny pussy trying it’s best to fit Abby’s giant cock, completely filled with Jinu’s cum looks so vulgar even for the demons.

Romance and Mystery stroke their own cock faster as they watch you getting violated.

Baby toys with your clit in circulation trying to make the experience more pleasant. It ain’t helping that much when the 10inches bone is plunging into your tiny cunt.

The outline of Abby’s cock is clearly visible in your abdomen making it all look more raunch.

You screams in pain as his cock now fully submerged in your pussy.

Jinu caressing your hair as he looked down at you pitifully as if he isn’t the mastermind of all these.

Sick bastard

“Now, now, don’t hate me so much (Y/N). You’ll learn to take Abby’s dick regularly in no time.” He cooed as he wiped your tears.

You cried when the demon between your legs started pounding you mercilessly as he’s close to his orgasm.

“You look better like this,” Jinu whispered.

“Unmade.”

Abby finished inside you.

You felt it drip out between your thighs, hot and sticky.

“Get a hold of yourself princess, we’ve got 3 more to go.” Romance whispers in your ear as he moves to your front, only leaving Mystery behind.

“Do you think she’ll be able to take both of us?” Mystery asks, making your eyes wide.

“Of course, Abby stretched her enough.” Romance replies as he tease his lengthy cock at your entrance.

It’s slightly curved upward.

Then in a moment you can feel Myster’s cock prodding at the same entrance.

Your eyes filled with horror but before you could protest, they invaded you whole at the same time making you cry out.

Double penetration.

Held open like a toy on display.

Your body wasn’t yours anymore.

It belonged to the mission.

To the lie you told yourself.

They aren’t as big as Jinu or Abby but both of them at the same time are excessive.

They began to fuck your cunt in sync with Mystery growling in your ears.

Every sound echoed across the rooftop stage.

You started to spasm against their cocks in their arms.

The rhythmic shove sending you into jolts.

Baby bends down to watch your pussy getting rammed by two cock making him salivate.

All those emotions come and go with every thrust they force into you.

Every ram nudges your most sensitive part making you orgasm countless times.

Your pussy gushing with juices gets them excited even more.

“She’s being so stretched out yet she can’t stop squirting.” Baby says in awe as me strokes his own dick while keeping his focus on your filled out pussy.

“Princess, take all of our cum okay?” Romance moaned. Deep.

You know they’re both close judging by their increase in speed.

You want this to be over now.

Exhausted and overstimulated.

They too, finished in you making your pussy filled to the brim with cum.

Baby gave your swollen and stretched out pussy a one long lick.

Your hole contracting with every touch, amplifying the arousal in him.

“Gosh. I’m gonna clean this violated hole. It’s so filthy.” He whimpered as he kept lapping at your folds.

You just laid there.

Legs shaking as he eats you out.

Squirting in his face before he shoves his cock in immediately with no warning.

You’re far too stretched out to be hurt.

It feels dirty in a way for Baby. He feels like he’s fucking some public use kind of hole.

Everytime me shoot, your cunt gushes with the other boy’s cum.

“What a sight.” Abby exclaimed as he starts stroking his now enlarged cock.

“Too bad we have such limited time.” Mystery sighs in disappointment.

“We just have to finish our final show and we can have the princess all to ourselves.” Romance smirks.

You look at Jinu.

Hatred would be an understatement.

Only you both know that this is the end.

He’s gonna die here.

Tonight.

Or is he?

“Yes. Our final show.” Jinu recites as he looks at you.

An expression you couldn’t read.

———————————————————————

You collapsed.

Your restraints were finally undone.

But you didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Hands cradled your body. You didn’t even know who anymore.

Your eyes fluttered open just in time to see them leaving.

You were left on the top floor of Namsan tower. Trapping you inside while they perform in the stadium downstairs.

I’m finally going home

You thought to yourself bawling out.

Tears of both relief of finally escaping this nightmare and anguish of losing grace streams down your face.

I’m free

———————————————————————

Somewhere, the Honmoon pulsed in the sky above.

The ritualistic chants got overlaid by the start of the beats.

A melody oh so familiar to you.

“I’ll be your idol.” Roared through the whole world.

You could feel it.

A vibration in your chest.

A red beam exploded through the air.

You prodded yourself up.

Your body gave out on itself due to the torment you went thru and the incense in the air making you drowsy.

They’re performing “Your idol.”

Revealing who they are.

In the distant crowd, you see hypnotized Zoey and Mira.

The final showdown is about to happen.

The guys who afflicted you with pain are gonna die.

You tried to carry your body down to the elevators.

The greed of wanting to witness the end of wrongdoers inspirited you to finally reach the bottom floor.

Clean air hits your nose as you are no longer encased in the drugged room, clearing your head.

The boys raised into the air as the song finished.

The Honmoon.

Ripped.

———————————————————————

The crowd reached out to the boys.

Not one person in the crowd in their right mind.

A few seconds passed.

Your heart is beating like a drum.

Anticipation.

Hope.

Rumi…

And just as you predicted, Rumi showed up.

Markings all over her body. Eyes glowing golden.

Her voice echos like she’s no longer human.

“And the Honmoon is gone” Gwima affirms.

It’s playing like how it should be in the movie.

“It is.” Rumi echos back until her expression changes and she bravely saids

“So we can make a new one!” And then she launched.

———————————————————————

The fight

The song

The attack of Gwima

It all played out like how it ought to be.

But one thing that’s different this time is Jinu.

He stood there.

Observing like a hawk.

His cold eyes just staring at Rumi getting attacked by Gwima.

Watching her be destroyed by Gwima.

He didn’t step in.

Till the end.

Till all of Rumi vanquished.

———————————————————————

“No,” you whispered.

“No, no, no—”

You tried to stand.

But Jinu caught you.

Cradled you like a lover.

And whispered in your ear:

“I saved her like I promised”

“She’s now at peace.”

“In heaven”

You stared at him, eyes wide with horror.

“I kept my end of the bargain.”

“Now you’re forever mine.”

———————————————————————

He smiled.

“You know, I’m glad you don’t have a soul.”

“Because even when the world is falling apart…”

“Gwima can’t have you.”

“So you’re all ours.”

———————————————————————

And then came the screams.

Far away

the sound of people.

Being devoured.

One by one.

You tried to speak.

To scream.

To fight.

But Jinu kissed your forehead.

“It’s over now.”

“We’re going home.”

———————————————————————

You sobbed.

You screamed.

You begged for Rumi.

But it was done.

The world had fallen.

The girls were dead.

And your soul, even if it was missing, was bound.

To them.

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Shall I write an epilogue or a sequel?

Taglist: @ityourguy @sleepydang

I can’t tag some of ya’ll for some reasons. I’m sorry!

[daddacy]

No Soul, No Salvation

Chapter 2 sneak peak!

Yandere Saja boys (mainly Jinu) x Isekai! They would touch you after events.

Warning - mature, dark, yandere, noncon, dubcon

I’ll be updating the full chapter probably tomorrow. If anyone wanna be in the taglist, feel free!

They would touch you after events.

They would make you suck their cocks in the public restrooms.

And they even made you follow them around with no panties.

It’s fine. You reassured yourself

There’s no need to be ashamed. This place isn’t real. And I’m going back to my original world after all.

That’s your daily mantra as you walk around with pussy dripping with your own juice.

They would bend you over any where, hallway, side of the street, and even on stage during rehearsal

Spread you open and rubbing you one out.

People would see your pussy get filled with fingers and would see you giving into the pleasure of their mouth.

But everyone is too hypnotized by their music to know what’s actually happening.

Getting their soul taken by Gwima after the performance ends.

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[daddacy]

NO SOUL, NO SALVATION

Part I – The Glitch, The Bargain

(~10,000+ words)

Synopsis - You transmigrated in the world of Kpdh. You were desperate. Desperate to go back to your original world. But the boys have another plan. A plan to completely trap you in their hell.

Paring - Yandere! Saja boys (mainly Jinu) x Fem! Isekai! Reader

Genre - Mature, Smut, Dark / Yandere, Angst, Fluff (slight), Idol au

Warnings - yandere, slight stalking themes, dub-con, gangbang, dubious, blowjob, possessive, toxic love, betrayal, manipulating, may or may not write part two

The first thing you noticed wasn’t the music. It was the feeling. A low hum curled beneath your ribs like bone reacting to static.

Not quite pain. Not quite melody.

More like the world whispering:

You shouldn’t be here.

You blinked against the strobe lights, the vibrating cheers, the swarm of fans packed into the side street.

On stage stood five boys dancing, grinning, glowing.

Idols.

No… not just idols.

The Saja Boys.

They performed “My Little Soda Pop” with candy-colored ease, but you couldn’t unsee the truth. You watched it just last night. On Netflix. Alone in bed.

Kpop Demon Hunters.

This exact scene. These same moves. Same smiles. But now you weren’t on your couch.

Now, there was no screen.

————————————————————

Your breath hitched. No one around you noticed. They were too busy swaying, laughing, and entranced. But you stood frozen, heart hammering.

This is a dream.

This has to be a dream.

You pinched yourself. It stings.

————————————————————

That’s when it started. Not the music that had always been playing.

The souls.

You didn’t see them with your eyes. Not at first. It was something deeper, a sense that opened like a second sight.

The crowd wasn’t just dancing. They were glowing.

Blue flickers, like candlelight through glass. And then, slowly, painfully, those lights turned red.

Not LED red. Not mood lighting.

Soul red.

You stumbled back, disoriented. Your mouth opened… to scream? To run? You didn’t know.

But then you saw something strange. Your reflection. In the store window beside you.

No red.

No blue.

No light.

Just… you.

A girl with no visible soul.

————————————————————

Someone else saw it too.

You didn’t need to turn to know.

You felt it. That weightless gravity. The gaze that hooked.

Jinu.

He stood dead center onstage, microphone raised, gaze flicking casually over the crowd.

Until it landed on you.

And stopped.

You looked away.

Quick. Too quick.

But it was already too late.

You’d become visible.

————————————————————

You went back to the place, an apartment building address written at the back of your ID card.

With keys conveniently in your bag. You jumped into bed as soon as you get home.

In hope that this is all just a dream.

Then midnight struck.

And nothing changed.

You broke out into a cold sweat.

Still here.

————————————————————

You were their new assistant, apparently. That’s the identity this world assigned you.

You checked your phone. A group chat with HUNTR/X girls.

You were in it. Your name was there.

This world didn’t think you were a glitch.

But you knew better.

————————————————————

The story has multiple canon events that you remember:

Rumi is part demon, hiding her identity.

Jinu is supposed to bond with her, soften, eventually sacrifice himself during Gwima’s final assault.

HUNTR/X defeats the Saja Boys and seals the Honmoon.

And you?

You’re just supposed to stay out of the way.

Don’t interfere.

Don’t change anything.

Just wait it out, and maybe,

maybe the story will resolve and you’ll go home.

————————————————————

And the next time he saw you was at the show Huntrix wasn’t supposed to be at.

Bobby contacted you immediately to go to the girls because they were not supposed to show up at the show where Saja boys were doing spice challenge.

The canon event where Jinu found out Rumi has markings.

The start of their relationship.

————————————————————

“Why aren’t you affected?”

The voice came from behind you, low and curious.

You spun around.

Jinu.

Up close, he didn’t look like an idol. He looked like a knife in human form.

Is the fight over? Did he help Rumi cover up her wound so that Mira and Zoey wouldn’t find out?

“You were at our debut, right?” he interrupted her thoughts. “My Little Soda Pop?”

You nodded slowly, heart caught in your throat.

“Everyone was jamming to us,” he continued. “Except you. You didn’t even blink.”

You tried to shrug.

“I don’t like crowds.”

“You didn’t like the song either.”

He said it plainly, without insult.

“I— I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to.”

He stepped closer.

“There’s no soul signature on you.”

Your mouth went dry.

He knows.

You were still trying to piece together a response when he said, almost to himself

“You’re not from here.”

A chill ran down your spine.

Of course he knew. He can see souls. But yours, it’s just not there.

You’re an empty shell.

The empty parking lot.

Just the two of you present.

You turned and walked away. You didn’t run. Just walked, stiff and fast.

Jinu didn’t follow.

But his eyes burned into your back like a curse.

————————————————————

After that, you caught him in strange places.

Not just him.

Sometimes it’s Abby. Then it Mystery, or sometimes all of them.

The back hallway. A rooftop. Once in the supply room of the rehearsal studio.

Always just standing there.

Waiting.

They never spoke.

But you could feel it… like the chill that runs down your spine.

Like you were being monitored.

————————————————————

After some times, things got… complicated.

You tried to push the story back on track.

You encouraged Rumi to talk to Jinu.

You even went so far as to tell her:

“He’s not as bad as he looks.”

Which makes it strange because she was wondering the same thing. Why did he help her out when her clothes ripped?

But he never contacted her after that event. He wasn’t curious about why she has those markings.

He has another thing on his mind. The said thing being ‘You’. The girl with no soul.

And of course you noticed their interest. They’re not exactly trying to hide it.

It’s just, it’s different than how Jinu was interested in Rumi like in the animation.

He was supposed to care for Rumi.

He was supposed to die for her.

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One night, after a late rehearsal, you sat outside on the fire escape.

Rumi had just left crying. She couldn’t reach the note. Her voice was cracking.

You hadn’t try to comfort her.

You couldn’t. Not without breaking canon harder. It’s Jinu’s job.

That night, you opened the window and sit on the balcony.

You wiped your eyes on your sleeve, you miss home.

How long will you be stuck in this place? Is your body okay? How much time has passed in the other world? Did your parents miss you?

“You cry too easily,” came a voice.

You looked up.

Jinu.

He stepped onto the balcony railings, hands in his jacket pockets.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly.

“You’re not.”

He sat beside you.

You tensed but didn’t move away.

He was quiet for a long time.

Then he asked:

“what are you (y/n)?”

You were stunned. You didn’t think he would ask the question head on.

“I-…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Also, aren’t you busy? You have so much stuff to do.”

Like being with Rumi. Building a bond with her.

He tilted his head.

“Like what?”

“Like preparing for the comeback? I don’t know?”

He looked amused.

“You know what we are, don’t you?”

You turned away.

Silence.

“I-I don’t understand-“

“Why aren’t you questioning how I suddenly showed up on the 7th floor balcony?” He continued.

You turned away.

Silence

He’s right.

You’ve been caught. You didn’t think you could get caught twice.

You have no explanation to do. They wouldn’t get it. And you don’t wanna draw more attention then you already do.

The story mustn’t change. You have to go home.

“Jinu, you have to help Rumi.”

The words just… slipped out.

“And why is that?”

He asked as he rested his head on his palm. Eyes locked onto your form.

“It’s just… it’s how it’s supposed to be.”

You looked at him, locking into his gaze.

“It’ll set your soul free…from the very thing you’re running from.”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously

“And how do you know that? You don’t know me-“

“I do.” You interrupted. You didn’t wanna explain you transmigration in detail but you feel like you need to get this out to put him right back on the track.

“You’re not a bad guy. That’s one thing I’m sure of.”

He looked at you. Not sharply. Not cruelly. Just… surprised.

Like he hadn’t heard something kind in years.

His voice dropped.

“You shouldn’t say things like that to someone like me.”

You swallowed. “Why not?”

He leaned in, close enough to smell the hint of cologne beneath his stage sweat.

“Because I’ll start to feel bad for what I’m about to do.”

————————————————————

From that moment, it got worse.

He started showing up more.

Not to talk, just to be near.

And every time you tried to create space between him and Rumi, it felt like his fixation grew.

————————————————————

At first, they were just supposed to observe you. A side mission from Gwima.

Just keep an eye on the girl with no soul.

But now?

Now you felt it in the way they looked at you. Especially Jinu.

He wanted you.

————————————————————

You woke up in the middle of the night. Everyday. At 3am.

Pacing.

Panicking.

The canon was slipping. Jinu should have bonded with Rumi by now. He should be softening her.

Not you.

You looked down at your hands. They were trembling.

You had to fix this. You had to put it back.

————————————————————

You thought you were bartering with a boy who still had a heart. But Jinu was already gone. Or worse, still in there, watching, as he offered you up.

————————————————————

The next time he appeared, it was raining.

So many souls were taken as the sky broke open. Saja boys were gaining popularity. Rumi was arguing with the girls about the song lyrics and ran out.

You followed her to comfort her because there’s no one else who will. But she just disappeared into the rain.

Rain hammered the rooftops like drumming fingers, and you ducked under a low awning, soaked to your knees.

That’s where he found you.

Jinu.

Not with his idol smile. Not with the cocky tilt of a demon prince.

Just… him.

Leaning against the wall like he’d always belonged there.

Like he’d known exactly where you’d run.

“Are you still trying to fix this world?”

His voice was calm. Curious. Almost teasing.

You stiffened.

“Why are you here? You should be following Rumi…”

He smiled, not unkindly.

“And again, why is that?”

You wanted to walk away.

You should’ve.

But your legs didn’t move.

“You’ve been pushing me toward Rumi.”

“Encouraging her.”

“Avoiding me.”

He listed it all off so gently.

Like he was reciting facts. Not sins.

You swallowed. “It’s for the better.”

“For who?” he asked.

You blinked. “Everyone.”

There was silence.

Rain pooling in gutters.

Your breath fogging faintly in the cold.

And then Jinu said:

“Why do you always talk like you know something that we don’t? Like you’ve seen the ending. ”

You didn’t answer.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to tell us. I have eternity to wait.”

What does he mean by that?

“(Y/N,) stop pushing me toward Rumi. You’re the one I love.”

Your stomach twisted.

“L-love? What? How? What’s happening?” You started walking backwards as your eyes grew wide at his confession.

“You’re the only one who’s ever looked at me like…”

He hesitated. As he took a step closer.

“…Like I’m not already damned.”

He’s getting consumed by his marks.

“You’re not,” you said before he could spiral further into his visible hurts.

“You’re not damned, Jinu.”

His gaze snapped to yours. The markings stopped glowing.

You stopped his more demonic thoughts.

And in it, for a fraction of a second, you saw something break.

————————————————————

Later, you told yourself that was the moment you lost.

It got worse from there.

He started showing up more. But never like a lover. Not even like a stalker.

He was something quieter.

Something inevitable.

Like rot in the walls.

You see him… no, them, in your nightmares.

Stripping you.

Ravaging you to the point of insanity.

Only to wake up in a cold sweat.

3AM

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Every time you tried to get closer to Rumi, to encourage her, to keep the story on track, you felt Jinu’s presence behind you.

Watching.

Waiting.

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The seal had begun to shimmer red, corrupted by the Saja Boys’ growing influence.

Red. Then blue. Then back to red.

Flickering like a warning.

And you knew:

The canon was slipping. The ending you knew was bleeding out.

Jinu and Rumi didn’t bond. And the final stage is about to happen.

Rumi will be exposed.

And this time, she might not come back stronger. Singing Golden. With her voice that saves the world.

And even if she did, Jinu won’t save her from Gwima.

At least not the Jinu you knew right now.

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So you made the only choice you had left.

You decided to bargain.

With the devil himself.

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Jinu met you that night without question.

You sent a text, no location, just a single word: “Talk?”

He was already waiting when you arrived.

Empty studio. Dim light.

Just him.

“I need your help,” you said.

He didn’t blink.

“Rumi. HUNTR/X. The Honmoon is failing. You feel it, right?”

He tilted his head. Slowly.

You went on:

“If you can stop it, if you can protect them, or stall Gwima, I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want.”

He said nothing.

“I mean it,” you pressed.

“Anything. If you promise to save them, I’ll give you—”

“You.”

One word.

Not a question.

A fact.

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Your throat closed.

He stepped forward. Just one step.

“Say it.”

“Say you’re mine. Say I can have you. Completely.”

You opened your mouth, and closed it.

He waited.

“This world’s rules are old,” he said softly.

“Demons can’t touch humans unless they’re invited in.”

He looked at you like he already owned the answer.

“But you’re not even human, are you?”

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You should have walked away. Should have said no.

But you thought of Rumi.

Of the girls.

Of the Honmoon fracturing.

Of the way back home.

“He can’t keep me here forever. I’ll be back to my world after the story is completed. It’s just gonna be for a moment.” You thought to yourself

And you nodded.

“If you promise to help them… then yes.”

“I’m yours.”

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He exhaled.

Not relief. Not lust.

Something older.

Like the sigh of a lock turning.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

He stepped closer. And this time, when he reached out, you didn’t flinch.

His hand curled around your neck.

Not tight. Not cruel.

Just enough to feel your pulse hammering beneath his thumb.

“Finally… you gave me permission.”

He leaned down, lips brushing your temple.

“So now, I can have you.”

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You thought it would end there, a kiss, maybe. A claim. Something symbolic.

But then the door opened.

And the others entered.

Abby.

Mystery.

Romance.

Baby.

Saja Boys.

All of them.

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You stepped back.

“Wait- I didn’t-… this wasn’t the deal-…”

“It was,” Jinu said simply.

“You offered yourself. You didn’t specify who could take.”

You stared at him. He’s twisting the bargain. Can you trust him completely?

“You said you’d help them.” You asked him suspiciously.

“I did.”

A beat. He caressed your cheeks.

“I will.”

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But even then, in the blur of movement, the hands, the voices, reminds you so much of your nightmares.

“You’re just as we imagined” Mystery whispered as he goes down your slit.

You whimpered trying not to focus on the pleasure.

Abby squeezed you thighs as he holding your legs up. Pulling them apart. Making it easier for Mystery to eat you out.

His buff abs supporting your back from behind you as you are sitting on his lap

His bulge touching your back

“Just like in your dreams.” He whispered in your ears. “You were enjoying it in them too.”

Your stomach drops.

Those dreams aren’t just nightmares.

“She looks so much better than the dreams.”

Saids romance as he sucks on your nipple. His other hand unbuckling his pants.

“So much sweeter.” Mystery continues. He gives a last lick on your clit before making room for Baby.

And baby replaced his own mouth instantly on those swollen clits.

“All those sounds you’re making right now makes me wanna tear your pussy apart.”

Baby saids in his deep voice as he suck in your clit before inserting one finger inside you.

“So tight…mmmh.”

“If she’s this tight, she would be able to handle my cock.” Abby replied to Baby as he observed your pussy devouring Baby’s now 2 fingers.

You opened your eyes in terror and see Jinu just standing at the corner. Leaning against the wall. Observing.

You felt dirty. Defiled.

“Hey, don’t cry…” Romance saids as he lick your tears. Fake sympathy laced his voice, “we haven’t even gotten to the good part.” He finished with a smug.

“Open up.” Mystery came to your other side. His boner touching your lips.

“Quickly obey us, will you?” Romance too on your right side.

Both of their cocks, rock hard touching your face.

Waiting to be pleasured by your soft and wet mouth.

You open hesitantly as you cry harder. The quicker they come, the quicker this will be done.

You lick both of their tips before Romance grabs your hair and forces your head to his cock.

“Fuck. It’s so good.”

He fucks your mouth relentlessly as Mystery stroke himself between your boobs.

Their moans filled the room as your cries were muffled by Romance’s cock.

Abby’s dick grows harder as your pussy twitches against Baby’s face while you moan against Romance’s cock.

Romance came in your mouth which you cough out immediately which make him say

“Awwn, swallow it next time okay?”

And right after, Mystery releases on your boobs covering you in cum.

“Fuck, she looks so sexy.” Abby whimpered.

“Too bad we can’t fuck her pussy before Jinu does.” Baby replies as he curled his now 3 fingers in your while rolling your clits on his tongues.

“At least let me see her pussy. You’re covering her with your face.” Abby saids as he lifts your eyes up further, folding your body.

Your ass in the air as your back slide how Abby’s lap, your pussy open to the ceiling. It’s spread wide for everyone to see. Your wet slimy pussy pulsating with pleasure.

Shame.

“She was so close to coming you know.” Baby wince as he had to say goodbye to your pussy and he wipes his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make her squirt.” Abby saids seductively as he turns you over so now you’re sitting on his face.

“My turn baby girl.” He speaks against your pussy before guiding your head down to his cock.

His cock was bigger and longer than both Romance and Mystery, making you choke on it.

You tried to come back up but Mystery held your head down.

“Uh uh, keep sucking him girl. Abby’s cock will fill you up every morning in the future.”

You’re chokes and cries were muffled my his cock.

“She’s so wet Jinu. I think you can easily bang her if you want right now.” Abby talks to Jinu standing and watching in the corner, while spreading your pussy apart to show him your gaping hole lubed by your love juice.

“It’s so slippery that both my two fingers isn’t enough. She wants more.” He put another finger in your pussy while eating your out, stilling locking his gaze at Jinu’s lustful gaze.

“So tight.” Abby’s fingers were longer and thicker than Baby’s hitting your most sensitive spot making you quiver in pleasure. Your eyes rolling back into your head.

The scene looks so filthy like it came strange out of a dark web porn site.

The fact that you were being touched by 4 boys at the same time make you filled with shame.

And all the eyes on you watching you do something sacred that only lovers would do.

You pussy making squelching noises as Abby lick and suck on your clit as he fingers your hole. His other hand spreading your ass cheeks open as his thumb teased your other hole.

“How would you feel being filled up both this hole and your other hole?” He spoke against your pussy as he stuck his thumb in your ass.

It’s already lubed out by your overflowing cunt juice.

“You’re such a slut. Look at you taking in all holes. Jinu chose the right one. Don’t worry (y/n) we’ll fill all those slutty holes up with our dick.” Baby moaned out as he look at you. He’s stroking his cock as he do.

“That’s right’s. All of us can’t wait to dick you down- omg look at that pussy squeeze at my fingers. Does the thought of us fucking you gets your little hole excited?” He chuckles as his tongue plays with your bundle.

You can feel yourself getting nearer as his long fingers keeps hitting your spot and his tongue swirling at your clit.

“Ah you moaning against my dick feels so good!” Abby exclaimed as fingers you faster and sucks on your clit harder.

You screams in pleasure, shaking in quivering your hips which Abby keeps holding you down onto his face, not stopping even for a moment to breathe, well, a demon doesn’t need to.

The finger fucking at your pussy continue even after you came makes your hands gasp and gag.

You try to escape this torturous pleasure as you feel something build up in your lower stomach again making Abby smirk.

“Yes, baby girl, do it. Squirt on me. Give me all your love juice. I’ll give you mine too.” He saids as he curled his fingers in you and his left hand’s thumb that is in your ass wiggles.

His lips trapped your clit in between and tongue professionally moves to and fro, left and right so fast that it felt like a vibration coming from the best sex toy.

Your pussy felt like it has mind of its own, pushing itself down onto Abby’s lips riding the rhythm of his fingers before liquids burst out of your vagina, covering him with your juice.

He immediately came afterwards keeping your head in place making you swallow his cum.

“God that’s so lewd.” Romance claimed as he watch your pussy still spasming on Abby’s face, holes, gaping open as he pulled his thick and lengthy fingers out.

Your overflowing liquid mixing with their cum makes the room smell like sex.

Jinu walked over to you, hazy, unable to form words, only coarsed noises as he you can see his blurry form getting nearer.

“Did you like that?” He asked foully.

Disgusting. You thought.

Vile

Violated.

But a part of you still believed.

Still hoping.

That he’d not break the promise.

That somehow this was still part of the plan.

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But you didn’t know yet.

Not really.

You wouldn’t know until it was far too late.

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Link- Part - II

[daddacy]

Yandere Saja boys x isekai reader

Omg who want Yandere Saja boys x isekai reader? I can’t hey Your Idol out of my head. But imagine the hypnotism doesn’t work because she’s not from this world. And Gwi Ma can’t get a hold of reader’s soul because her soul isn’t from the current world? Idk if I would do it but I might

[osakisho]

Yokai! Monster!Minho x reader

SMUT, NONCON, TENTACLES, MONSTER FUCKING nicknames: ‘princess’/’little girl’ Let’s gauuuuuur

Warnings: VIOLENT NON CON, CHOKING, tentacle fucking (… vore…) If this triggers you scroll away

Summary: porn with plot, monster!Minho wants you so bad. He wants to eat you. And don’t you know what happens to little girls that take their masks off at the festival?

Intro is shittily written but you can just skip to the smut

W.c.:4.5k

MINORS DO NOT READ DO NOT EVEN TOUCH DO NOT EVEN COME NEAR THIS THING

IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS LOOK BAD JUST MOVE ON FROM THIS POST PLEASE I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH THIS IS VIOLENT. THIS IS NOT LOVE. THERE IS NO LOVE HERE.

Not proofread

You have been warned

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Every 80 years, the veil between the spirit world and the mortal world fades away on a dark moon night… And the monsters come out to play.

You’re at your best friend’s little hut in the fields, listening to her grandfather talk about the upcoming yokai festival. As it happens only once every 80 years, the only credible sources were the grandparents, and you had none. People died early at this hunting and agricultural village, and you never even knew one side of your grandparents, let alone both.

“The forest lights up with this otherworldly light—brighter than any star, brighter than anything in the night—and the trees come alive. You wander the shops for hours, and the sun never rises… until the spirits want it to,” the granddad was saying. “I’m so glad you’re going to see it tomorrow, my little ones, there are snake-humans, tengus… demons like Onis…”

“Granddad, aren’t they dangerous?” your best friend quipped.

“It’s all for fun and games now,” the granddad explained, “it has been for a while now, since the spirits have begun to respect humans. Now there are no nasty tricks—or, well, too nasty… as long as you children remember to keep your masks on.”

On the day of, once the forests lit up with the light of a  thousand fireflies, you asked your father if you could go, and unfortunately you had caught him in a sober period, and angrily, he huffed out: “Never!”

“But father, I’ll be careful of spirits, I’ll wear a mask, see I made one—”

“You’re my only child,” he said, grabbing the hem of your dress, “what will I do if something happens to you? Those spirits are evil, and they’ll take you away from me!” He grabbed the back of your hair and shoved you back into the house, and you weren’t even shellshocked—it wasn’t the first time this had happened.

But his sobriety didn’t last long, and as he began his nightly walk to the rice alcohol shop, you donned your prettiest hanfu and your fox mask, and ran into the forest.

It was like they all said it would be. Lights, everywhere, shops selling addictive foodstuffs with strangely sticky sweet aromas… you wandered the stalls with your silver coins, wondering where you should spend it… until you came to a stall selling wooden hand-carved accessories and you decided you had to have it. As you reached for a comb to try it on, a hand met yours.

It was a tall, handsome man, also wearing a mask. You hoped he was a human, and his voice sounded human enough and attractively normal when he said, “let me buy it for you.”

You wavered, but it would be a nice way to spare your money, if someone had bought your cravings for you, so you let him pay for it, and together, you walked to the edge of the festival, where there were less people but still brightly lit.

“Let me put it on you,” the man offered, and you turned around so he could stick the comb in your braided bun. Slowly, you turned back around to face him.

“Are you human?” you asked suddenly. “God, I sure hope you are…”

“I should be asking you that. I should be worried if you’re a snake-maiden trying to have me for dinner. Want to take our masks off?” he suggested. “At the count of three, okay?”

“And if we’re both human?”

“I think we owe each other a kiss, then.”

He counted down, and you took off your fox mask, as he did with his dark oni mask… and underneath was a human face, deadly handsome but otherwise benign. You checked for the telltale signs of monsters: covert tail (which he didn’t have), lack of a shadow (which he did have), reptilian eyes (his were normal), and once you were satisfied, you smiled up to him, giddy. You’d never been anywhere close to a man, with your hunter father always standing closely by, and also sheltering you in his house never letting you out, and this was your first time near a boy… or even planning to kiss one.

He took your hand and led you into the dark parts of the forest, away from the lights, and once you were far enough, the man presses you up against a tree to kiss you, harshly, teeth against lip and tongue in mouth, your first kiss and he was merciless. He then reached under your hanfu, trying to grope what he could, and you let him, half not knowing what he wanted but all willing, you wanted him.

Suddenly, the man cries out and falls backward from you, before you could understand what was going on.

It seemed as if darkness had fallen over your vision, only you realize it was the dark cloak or the thing that had descended from the trees in front of you. As much as you wished it were benign and human, its approach was sinisterly otherworldly, and you knew it was a spirit. It scared the man away, yelling for help as he ran back into the lights, but for you it did the opposite effect.

“Pathetic,” the voice of the monster drawls out from his fangs, “he should have at least tried to save you.”

You should run, but you feel like your feet are glued to the ground, and even if you had, you wouldn’t make it. The monster seemed to not walk, but float, with his feet never touching the ground, and always seemed to move at the speed of light. In the dim festival fireflies’ light, you could see that he had thick blue hair, fangs… and a perfectly normal human face, only with a trace of insanity behind his eyes. 

As he steps closer to you, you realize you really couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but let your already weak legs waver and take you down with them.

And it seems, from nowhere, vines from the other part of the forest seemed to snake around your limbs and carry you away into the dark, and you couldn’t even protest, because you still didn’t know if you were dreaming or if this was reality. The thorned vines dragged you into the forest, and you tried to grasp at grass trying to fight back, sometimes pleading with the complete darkness, but it always seemed to be stronger than you. And, from behind you, the monster watched, trailing after.

.

You’re brought to a cave in the woods that you never even knew existed. You knew you had to be deep, deep in the woods, because everything had disappeared in the sea of trees and there was nothing to light your path, not even the moonlight or the stars could shine through the thick forest canopies.

“I almost didn’t find you,” the monster said as soon as you had been fully dragged into the cave, “but you took off your mask for him—your first mistake, little girl.”

His voice was human enough, almost completely identical to a normal human male your age. It caught you off guard, but now you see that his face was completely normal if it hadn’t been for the fangs, but they didn’t protrude that much to ruin his human disguise.

The monster produced webbing—that was the only word you could have for that—from his fingers, and tied your hands together above your head, and the web seemed to be sentient with a mind of their own, growing into the walls of the cave and stretching your hands out from their sockets. You let out a little groan in pain, and he noticed, a half-smirk crawling up the corner of his face. “Aren’t you curious about who I am, princess?”

“Please,” you started to say, finally gaining your thoughts back, “please, please, let me go! I have to take care of my father—I’m all he has—and I don’t want to die! Please don’t eat me!”

“Shh. Quiet down.” With one finger he knocked you down so you were laying your head on the cold cave floor, stupidly staring up at him silently begging for mercy with your eyes. “Your people call me Lee Know,” says the monster, “the monster of the Lee family—but my human name, used millennia ago, was Minho. You may call me that—well, you’re either going to be gagged or dead, anyway, but in the instance that you’re going to call my name out, you should use that.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I don’t believe you’ve ever been taught the proper word for it, or what pleasures it brings…” he pondered for a second. “But I’m going to fuck you.”

You froze up at the use of the vulgar word. You could almost tell yourself that you can go through it, as long as you lived at the end of the night, but… “No—no, I’m—I have to marry—”

“You won’t be lucky enough to see that day, sweetheart,” Lee Know says. “But I promise you, this last night with me will be more than enough.”

The webs and vines tying you up elevated you so he had better access to your body, and even though you struggled, it only tightened the bonds and made him hotter and harder, worsening your situation. You couldn’t escape, no matter how much you tried…

“How sweet,” Minho says, “you dressed up for me.” Giddiness apparent in his voice, he inched closer to you in his dark cloaked body, and reached for the seams of your hanfu, and you open your mouth to scream, only to be gagged with what feels like a moving, drooling tongue-like limb. You scream around the gag in shock, but it comes out as a moan. You realize that the ‘thing’ is another vine, just more… alive than others, and it’s drooling inside of you, dripping liquid into your mouth. Usually vine sap is bitter, but this… tasted like human, salty, a foreign taste you’d never had before and never wanted to again. Every sound you make becomes a choked out moan.

“Handy, aren’t they?” he says. “They’re parts of my cave—but my cave is connected to me, which means I can feel everything these tentacles do… which means I can feel your warm little mouth around me right now.”

Terrified, you try to back away with the soles of your feet. Whatever it takes to put some distance between you two. But the webs that have captured you won’t let go, and, now, they begin to wrap separately around each limb and open your legs, exposing you to the monster.

Minho takes handfuls of your dress and tears it open. The more you struggle, the tighter the webs wrap around your wrists and ankles and the bigger his grin gets, and the dress rips out in obscene sounds. You don’t know if the tears in your eyes are from the tentacle gagging you, or because you’re sad your best dress was ruined.

Minho reaches for your body, and it also feels as if he were worshipping you, as he kissed your collarbone, and then his lips trailed to one of your breasts while his hand squeezed the other… and his other hand played with his fingers where you’d never imagined anything would ever touch that way. You were being violated, and there was nothing you could do.

Why you? Why were you the one being hunted down? You wanted to be any of those little girls out in the festival in their pretty dresses flirting with dragon princes and falling in love… no one was experiencing horror the way you were.

“Don’t be shy to give me your body, when you were just about to let that man do anything to you,” Lee Know spits out, filling you with shame. With a grin, he attaches his mouth to your breasts again, this time his fangs sinking deep into you and drawing blood. In the dark silence, you could hear him lapping at the blood, drinking it like it was precious wine.

You were gagging on the vine in your mouth, your hands were tied apart, torturously stretching you limb to limb. Tears brimmed at your eyes. Why you, why you?

“Little princess,” Minho starts, and his voice echoed through the cave, almost magically—it was like he was everywhere around you. “Do you know the story of the selkie princesses?”

You whimper in your bondages, desperate. You shake your head, though, because maybe if you listened to the end he would spare you your life.

“As the story goes… seven selkies sisters were bathing in the lake, leaving their wings on the rocks, when a young hunter caught sight of them on his hunt, and stalked them from the trees. He takes and hides the wings of the youngest little sister so she couldn’t fly away anymore. As the other sisters flew away, the youngest selkie had to be bound to the mortal world… and the hunter offered that she become his wife. The selkie, of course, has to take this offer, just to ensure that she had enough to drink, eat, and spend the winter in. But she never stopped longing for her heavenly home. She bore the hunter children, but… always kept asking that he gave her her wings and she be freed. As the story goes, at the end she does fly away after finding her old wings from under the floorboards and reunited with her sisters, in the stars.”

You didn’t understand. What did this story have to do with you?

“It’s not a myth, you know?” Lee Know goes on. “It’s more of a cautionary tale for selkies. And guess what? The very thing happened in this village, years ago—a hunter found bathing selkie sisters, and took one of their wings away, trapped her until her only choice was to be his wife. Didn’t you ever wonder where your mother went? Didn’t you ever think… well, there’s no trace of her, there’s no way she must have walked somewhere, or gone on horseback—the answer is, she flew to heaven, to the stars! There’s your reason, princess. You’re half human and half heavenly creature, darling. That’s why your meat is going to be so delicious when I eat you.”

You made a sound that sounded like ‘oh!’ but inhumanly grotesque, and the tentacle in your mouth started to thrust into your throat, like a piston machine—in, taking its time before it rams into you again, and then pulling back and then in again—you could only imagine what it would be like when Lee Know did this to you, because the space between your legs feel so wet and empty whenever he’s near, and you think you know what he’s going to do to you.

“Now, now,” Minho says curtly, “don’t bully her so much. It’s not time yet.”

The tentacle in your mouth retreated back into its walls on the cave, and with your mouth freed, you cried out. You cried and cried until your voice was hoarse. “No! It’s–my mom was–it can’t be! No, please, please, don’t kill me, I’ll do anything—”

“Shh, don’t worry, I have something else for you to stifle instead,” the monster tells you, and in the dark, you see his red hot tongue snake into your own mouth, and choking on a scream, you start—and no sound goes through. You just feel Minho’s tongue in you, and it feels like you were terrorized into cowering into yourself; this was your body, and yet he was touching it, dripping his saliva in it and polluting you, controlling it when you didn't want it.

As if he were satisfied with terrifying you, Minho stepped back to take a full look at you, but he was still close enough… he trailed a finger up and down the bone of your waist, with an absentminded smile. “Dear girl, do you know why I waited all this time, why I didn’t eat you alive immediately right in the field?”

You shook your head. You hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

“You see, meat needs to be… tenderized. Seasoned. Most monsters do it with fear, but I like to do it with… pleasure.”

Eyes wide, you simply gawked at him. You noticed that one of the cave’s tentacles had come to wrap around your neck, restricting your airflow but just enough so it scared you horribly but still let you breathe.

“Yes,” Lee Know continues, “I’ll have to bring you to the height of your pleasure… before I eat you. And you know? I usually just eat the brain… but I think with you I might eat you whole.”

You screamed. You screamed and screamed, which brought him to hysterical laughter.

“Yes, keep screaming! You know, if you scream hard enough, the people at the festival might just hear it and mistake it for music!” He was suddenly on top of you anew, and his sharp tongue darted out to lick the tears off your cheeks… just a taste of his full dinner for later, you guessed, in fear. The tentacle around your neck constricted, and you gasp, hands flailing, reaching for something like you were drowning. Your hands clawed at his torso and shoulders, which makes the cloak he was wearing fall to the floor, and his naked skin bent down to touch yours, and you felt it, icily cold.

You sob. You might die this way—the vines constricting your throat, Lee Know so dangerously close to your core, Lee Know’s hands all over you—this is how you die…

“Good boy,” he says to the tentacles. “Yes… I like that…” he likes the pain of you scratching him with your nails as you look for something to free you.

Please, please, please… you wanted something to save you but nothing would. The tentacles were monstrously firm around your neck. You might just lose all breath…

Suddenly they eased from around your neck. You realized then that this torture would be timed—release just before you pass out, and then restrict your air again. Like a machine sadistically controlling your last moments. You were so terrified you forgot about crying. You simply stared at him with wide eyes.

Lee Know toys with your slit, something you’d never even done to yourself. As his index and middle finger prod your cunt from just the outside, as if shy or hesitant to embarass you any further, he lets his thumb rest on your clit, and draw circles around it.

You’d never felt a heat burning in you like that before. You felt it in the flats of your feet, it was just insatiable, and every muscle in you clenched, you shiver and moan.

Lee Know is satisfied by this. “You like that, little princess?” he asks. “Good that you’re submissive to the pleasures of your body… I can take you higher…”

The thumb pressed down as it circled your clit, and now you’re struggling in Lee Know’s webs, trying to get away but also not getting enough of it. You don’t know what’s going to happen, but there’s a certain burning in your lower stomach.

“And higher…”

Just when you thought you’d reach the height—in just a moment—he stops, and you look up at him, eyes pleading but you don’t know for what—because you wanted it, you wanted more, when you didn’t even know what it was.

“Hold it in, darling,” MInho says, “I need to take you when your pleasure’s at its peak.”

He enters you with his fingers. You feel three digits, inside you, and you stretch your waist out, or try to, to get away from them, but they’re curling and pistoning inside you restlessly and it makes you feel so choked up, just brimming with something like you needed to release it, except you didn't know what it was.

You decide about a few thrusts in that you wish he would put his thumb back on your clit again. The penetration was hot, but not enough for you to release to. Instead, you were brought to the heights of your pleasure in brief moments of his finger which curled, and then quickly brought down. It was like electric shock.

“I guess I should humor the little princess on her last night… and give her something more,” Minho says.

He reaches down to your hips and spreads them, and you’re kicking the webbing that ties your legs apart, trying to get away. You didn’t like every new method he developed to humiliate you.

Suddenly something with girth, warm and wet, was inside of you, in your ass, and you could feel it everywhere, every single part of your walls that touched its girth 

“That much?” Lee Know says with a chuckle. “It’s not even a full inch in yet. I think you can take more.”

But it did feel like too much, and you were kicking at the webbing again, only your own moments made the tentacle in you move around and feel so… strange and full inside of you, so you resort to trying to still yourself. You sobbed and sobbed, shaking your head. You thought you didn’t want to be eaten, but also… you didn’t want this.

You feel like screaming when you feel more of it in you, and it feels full but your cunt feels empty, and you didn’t know what you wanted anymore but you knew you definitely couldn’t scream, it would just get him hard and bothered again. You resort to forming real words and begging.

“Please. Please, please, Minho, please, you have to stop, I can’t take it, please—!” You kept on begging for your life, and you had never felt fear this way. “It hurts, please? Please—”

“Tsk. You’re too loud.” With a wave of his hands, his eager minion of a vine immediately entered your mouth again, this time filling up your throat quicker than the last time. You were defeated, and you just looked up to see the black walls of the cave, this new, intolerable feeling of being full and yet so wet and empty, it was just uncomfortable and you just wanted it to be over…

Even though you hadn’t talked, Lee Know seemed to know what you wanted… or he knew the human body well. He grabbed your hips again, pulling it close to his own. You protest, but it’s muffled and gagged.

“Warm, wet little cunt… waiting for my cock.”

It doesn’t happen suddenly. You feel his thick cock pushing into you, slowly, just as you feel the vine in your ass, twisting and thrusting to slowly kill what little hope you had left, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, lids scrunched shut as the tears flowed, from pain or humiliation you don’t know.

“Feel good?” Minho asked. “Don’t worry, it’s about to.”

He thrusted quickly now, at a pace faster than the tentacles in your mouth or in your ass. No, his cock in your cunt was desperate in chasing his own pleasures, needy. It was so fast, and there it was again, the heightened pleasure once he reaches the deepest part of you, only to disappear once he bottoms out. The only difference from this and having his fingers was that now his pelvis would occasionally rub against your clit, and you feel it—whatever it was—building up in you again.

The mix of paces was a confusing, disorienting overload of sensation. You felt like he discovered all your little worlds you kept buried, just to encumber it with all these new torture devices… The vines in your mouth and ass leaked fluid, but you knew the wetness of your cunt wasn’t just his precum.

Lee Know’s thrusts got faster, and the vine in your ass seemed to thrust even deeper in, and all you could do was clench your fists and let out the occasional moan, knowing he was controlling your whole body and you had no say in it, literally couldn’t.

As if it knew already that you were close, the tentacles around your throat tightened again, and you scream through the thing gagging you, you need help. As you struggled and spluttered and humiliated yourself, Lee Know finally took the mercy to remove the vine in your mouth, letting you breathe.

You spat out saliva and his fluids, your eyes overflowing with tears, relieved but the tentacle around your neck still choking you, and Lee Know still thrusting into your cunt. There was something in you that was tight and tensed, and you felt like it would break any second.

What breaks first is the webbing tying one of your hands up, though, and you immediately claw at the tentacle around your throat with the free hand, and then up to where you felt Minho’s hands on you, but in the darkness where only his glowing yellow eyes lit the dark, you could no longer tell what was limb or tentacle or his fingers. Just everything holding you up, torturing you, pleasuring you… You were a mess of what he was, now.

Suddenly, you feel you couldn’t keep yourself so tensed anymore, but you still couldn’t breathe, so it felt tight, oppressing, and once you unclench around Lee Know’s cock, he knows, and he watches, stilling but still inside of you.“Ah—ah—AH—!” you screamed, still crying, as you spasmed and shook all around him—your entire body was shaking, and your walls contracted around Minho’s cock, overloaded with sensation. The tentacle in you kept going, restlessly, as it didn’t get tired.

You didn’t know what it was, but… it felt like all the heat inside of you released, and you feel your cunt leaking, and Lee Know’s satisfied smile showed you that it must be what he wanted.

Minho notices that you’d been brought to where he wanted you, and he took a step back to look at you fully, body glistening with sweat and his fluids, fucked out and coming down. You couldn’t even form a single coherent word if you tried, but if you could, it would be ‘please don’t’ and ‘don’t kill me’. He swipes at the fluids between your legs, the cum you had squirted on your thighs, and puts the finger in his mouth. “Sweet,” he concludes, smile spreading so wide it was inhuman. “The rest of you will be even sweeter.”

“P–pl–” you didn’t know the word for it anymore.

“Yes,” Minho pants, “yes, that’s what I wanted…” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost solemn or even affectionate. At least you wouldn’t die unloved. “Goodbye, little princess. You were such a good little girl.”

[daddacy]

This filled me with filth and I don’t regret reading this ever

[osakisho]

Meheheh yes a non con monster take on our little fairytale <3333

[daddacy]

I’m glad it’s lee know 😗😗

[osakisho]

Yokai! Monster!Minho x reader

SMUT, NONCON, TENTACLES, MONSTER FUCKING nicknames: ‘princess’/’little girl’ Let’s gauuuuuur

Warnings: VIOLENT NON CON, CHOKING, tentacle fucking (… vore…) If this triggers you scroll away

Summary: porn with plot, monster!Minho wants you so bad. He wants to eat you. And don’t you know what happens to little girls that take their masks off at the festival?

Intro is shittily written but you can just skip to the smut

W.c.:4.5k

MINORS DO NOT READ DO NOT EVEN TOUCH DO NOT EVEN COME NEAR THIS THING

IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS LOOK BAD JUST MOVE ON FROM THIS POST PLEASE I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH THIS IS VIOLENT. THIS IS NOT LOVE. THERE IS NO LOVE HERE.

Not proofread

You have been warned

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Every 80 years, the veil between the spirit world and the mortal world fades away on a dark moon night… And the monsters come out to play.

You’re at your best friend’s little hut in the fields, listening to her grandfather talk about the upcoming yokai festival. As it happens only once every 80 years, the only credible sources were the grandparents, and you had none. People died early at this hunting and agricultural village, and you never even knew one side of your grandparents, let alone both.

“The forest lights up with this otherworldly light—brighter than any star, brighter than anything in the night—and the trees come alive. You wander the shops for hours, and the sun never rises… until the spirits want it to,” the granddad was saying. “I’m so glad you’re going to see it tomorrow, my little ones, there are snake-humans, tengus… demons like Onis…”

“Granddad, aren’t they dangerous?” your best friend quipped.

“It’s all for fun and games now,” the granddad explained, “it has been for a while now, since the spirits have begun to respect humans. Now there are no nasty tricks—or, well, too nasty… as long as you children remember to keep your masks on.”

On the day of, once the forests lit up with the light of a  thousand fireflies, you asked your father if you could go, and unfortunately you had caught him in a sober period, and angrily, he huffed out: “Never!”

“But father, I’ll be careful of spirits, I’ll wear a mask, see I made one—”

“You’re my only child,” he said, grabbing the hem of your dress, “what will I do if something happens to you? Those spirits are evil, and they’ll take you away from me!” He grabbed the back of your hair and shoved you back into the house, and you weren’t even shellshocked—it wasn’t the first time this had happened.

But his sobriety didn’t last long, and as he began his nightly walk to the rice alcohol shop, you donned your prettiest hanfu and your fox mask, and ran into the forest.

It was like they all said it would be. Lights, everywhere, shops selling addictive foodstuffs with strangely sticky sweet aromas… you wandered the stalls with your silver coins, wondering where you should spend it… until you came to a stall selling wooden hand-carved accessories and you decided you had to have it. As you reached for a comb to try it on, a hand met yours.

It was a tall, handsome man, also wearing a mask. You hoped he was a human, and his voice sounded human enough and attractively normal when he said, “let me buy it for you.”

You wavered, but it would be a nice way to spare your money, if someone had bought your cravings for you, so you let him pay for it, and together, you walked to the edge of the festival, where there were less people but still brightly lit.

“Let me put it on you,” the man offered, and you turned around so he could stick the comb in your braided bun. Slowly, you turned back around to face him.

“Are you human?” you asked suddenly. “God, I sure hope you are…”

“I should be asking you that. I should be worried if you’re a snake-maiden trying to have me for dinner. Want to take our masks off?” he suggested. “At the count of three, okay?”

“And if we’re both human?”

“I think we owe each other a kiss, then.”

He counted down, and you took off your fox mask, as he did with his dark oni mask… and underneath was a human face, deadly handsome but otherwise benign. You checked for the telltale signs of monsters: covert tail (which he didn’t have), lack of a shadow (which he did have), reptilian eyes (his were normal), and once you were satisfied, you smiled up to him, giddy. You’d never been anywhere close to a man, with your hunter father always standing closely by, and also sheltering you in his house never letting you out, and this was your first time near a boy… or even planning to kiss one.

He took your hand and led you into the dark parts of the forest, away from the lights, and once you were far enough, the man presses you up against a tree to kiss you, harshly, teeth against lip and tongue in mouth, your first kiss and he was merciless. He then reached under your hanfu, trying to grope what he could, and you let him, half not knowing what he wanted but all willing, you wanted him.

Suddenly, the man cries out and falls backward from you, before you could understand what was going on.

It seemed as if darkness had fallen over your vision, only you realize it was the dark cloak or the thing that had descended from the trees in front of you. As much as you wished it were benign and human, its approach was sinisterly otherworldly, and you knew it was a spirit. It scared the man away, yelling for help as he ran back into the lights, but for you it did the opposite effect.

“Pathetic,” the voice of the monster drawls out from his fangs, “he should have at least tried to save you.”

You should run, but you feel like your feet are glued to the ground, and even if you had, you wouldn’t make it. The monster seemed to not walk, but float, with his feet never touching the ground, and always seemed to move at the speed of light. In the dim festival fireflies’ light, you could see that he had thick blue hair, fangs… and a perfectly normal human face, only with a trace of insanity behind his eyes. 

As he steps closer to you, you realize you really couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but let your already weak legs waver and take you down with them.

And it seems, from nowhere, vines from the other part of the forest seemed to snake around your limbs and carry you away into the dark, and you couldn’t even protest, because you still didn’t know if you were dreaming or if this was reality. The thorned vines dragged you into the forest, and you tried to grasp at grass trying to fight back, sometimes pleading with the complete darkness, but it always seemed to be stronger than you. And, from behind you, the monster watched, trailing after.

.

You’re brought to a cave in the woods that you never even knew existed. You knew you had to be deep, deep in the woods, because everything had disappeared in the sea of trees and there was nothing to light your path, not even the moonlight or the stars could shine through the thick forest canopies.

“I almost didn’t find you,” the monster said as soon as you had been fully dragged into the cave, “but you took off your mask for him—your first mistake, little girl.”

His voice was human enough, almost completely identical to a normal human male your age. It caught you off guard, but now you see that his face was completely normal if it hadn’t been for the fangs, but they didn’t protrude that much to ruin his human disguise.

The monster produced webbing—that was the only word you could have for that—from his fingers, and tied your hands together above your head, and the web seemed to be sentient with a mind of their own, growing into the walls of the cave and stretching your hands out from their sockets. You let out a little groan in pain, and he noticed, a half-smirk crawling up the corner of his face. “Aren’t you curious about who I am, princess?”

“Please,” you started to say, finally gaining your thoughts back, “please, please, let me go! I have to take care of my father—I’m all he has—and I don’t want to die! Please don’t eat me!”

“Shh. Quiet down.” With one finger he knocked you down so you were laying your head on the cold cave floor, stupidly staring up at him silently begging for mercy with your eyes. “Your people call me Lee Know,” says the monster, “the monster of the Lee family—but my human name, used millennia ago, was Minho. You may call me that—well, you’re either going to be gagged or dead, anyway, but in the instance that you’re going to call my name out, you should use that.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I don’t believe you’ve ever been taught the proper word for it, or what pleasures it brings…” he pondered for a second. “But I’m going to fuck you.”

You froze up at the use of the vulgar word. You could almost tell yourself that you can go through it, as long as you lived at the end of the night, but… “No—no, I’m—I have to marry—”

“You won’t be lucky enough to see that day, sweetheart,” Lee Know says. “But I promise you, this last night with me will be more than enough.”

The webs and vines tying you up elevated you so he had better access to your body, and even though you struggled, it only tightened the bonds and made him hotter and harder, worsening your situation. You couldn’t escape, no matter how much you tried…

“How sweet,” Minho says, “you dressed up for me.” Giddiness apparent in his voice, he inched closer to you in his dark cloaked body, and reached for the seams of your hanfu, and you open your mouth to scream, only to be gagged with what feels like a moving, drooling tongue-like limb. You scream around the gag in shock, but it comes out as a moan. You realize that the ‘thing’ is another vine, just more… alive than others, and it’s drooling inside of you, dripping liquid into your mouth. Usually vine sap is bitter, but this… tasted like human, salty, a foreign taste you’d never had before and never wanted to again. Every sound you make becomes a choked out moan.

“Handy, aren’t they?” he says. “They’re parts of my cave—but my cave is connected to me, which means I can feel everything these tentacles do… which means I can feel your warm little mouth around me right now.”

Terrified, you try to back away with the soles of your feet. Whatever it takes to put some distance between you two. But the webs that have captured you won’t let go, and, now, they begin to wrap separately around each limb and open your legs, exposing you to the monster.

Minho takes handfuls of your dress and tears it open. The more you struggle, the tighter the webs wrap around your wrists and ankles and the bigger his grin gets, and the dress rips out in obscene sounds. You don’t know if the tears in your eyes are from the tentacle gagging you, or because you’re sad your best dress was ruined.

Minho reaches for your body, and it also feels as if he were worshipping you, as he kissed your collarbone, and then his lips trailed to one of your breasts while his hand squeezed the other… and his other hand played with his fingers where you’d never imagined anything would ever touch that way. You were being violated, and there was nothing you could do.

Why you? Why were you the one being hunted down? You wanted to be any of those little girls out in the festival in their pretty dresses flirting with dragon princes and falling in love… no one was experiencing horror the way you were.

“Don’t be shy to give me your body, when you were just about to let that man do anything to you,” Lee Know spits out, filling you with shame. With a grin, he attaches his mouth to your breasts again, this time his fangs sinking deep into you and drawing blood. In the dark silence, you could hear him lapping at the blood, drinking it like it was precious wine.

You were gagging on the vine in your mouth, your hands were tied apart, torturously stretching you limb to limb. Tears brimmed at your eyes. Why you, why you?

“Little princess,” Minho starts, and his voice echoed through the cave, almost magically—it was like he was everywhere around you. “Do you know the story of the selkie princesses?”

You whimper in your bondages, desperate. You shake your head, though, because maybe if you listened to the end he would spare you your life.

“As the story goes… seven selkies sisters were bathing in the lake, leaving their wings on the rocks, when a young hunter caught sight of them on his hunt, and stalked them from the trees. He takes and hides the wings of the youngest little sister so she couldn’t fly away anymore. As the other sisters flew away, the youngest selkie had to be bound to the mortal world… and the hunter offered that she become his wife. The selkie, of course, has to take this offer, just to ensure that she had enough to drink, eat, and spend the winter in. But she never stopped longing for her heavenly home. She bore the hunter children, but… always kept asking that he gave her her wings and she be freed. As the story goes, at the end she does fly away after finding her old wings from under the floorboards and reunited with her sisters, in the stars.”

You didn’t understand. What did this story have to do with you?

“It’s not a myth, you know?” Lee Know goes on. “It’s more of a cautionary tale for selkies. And guess what? The very thing happened in this village, years ago—a hunter found bathing selkie sisters, and took one of their wings away, trapped her until her only choice was to be his wife. Didn’t you ever wonder where your mother went? Didn’t you ever think… well, there’s no trace of her, there’s no way she must have walked somewhere, or gone on horseback—the answer is, she flew to heaven, to the stars! There’s your reason, princess. You’re half human and half heavenly creature, darling. That’s why your meat is going to be so delicious when I eat you.”

You made a sound that sounded like ‘oh!’ but inhumanly grotesque, and the tentacle in your mouth started to thrust into your throat, like a piston machine—in, taking its time before it rams into you again, and then pulling back and then in again—you could only imagine what it would be like when Lee Know did this to you, because the space between your legs feel so wet and empty whenever he’s near, and you think you know what he’s going to do to you.

“Now, now,” Minho says curtly, “don’t bully her so much. It’s not time yet.”

The tentacle in your mouth retreated back into its walls on the cave, and with your mouth freed, you cried out. You cried and cried until your voice was hoarse. “No! It’s–my mom was–it can’t be! No, please, please, don’t kill me, I’ll do anything—”

“Shh, don’t worry, I have something else for you to stifle instead,” the monster tells you, and in the dark, you see his red hot tongue snake into your own mouth, and choking on a scream, you start—and no sound goes through. You just feel Minho’s tongue in you, and it feels like you were terrorized into cowering into yourself; this was your body, and yet he was touching it, dripping his saliva in it and polluting you, controlling it when you didn't want it.

As if he were satisfied with terrifying you, Minho stepped back to take a full look at you, but he was still close enough… he trailed a finger up and down the bone of your waist, with an absentminded smile. “Dear girl, do you know why I waited all this time, why I didn’t eat you alive immediately right in the field?”

You shook your head. You hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

“You see, meat needs to be… tenderized. Seasoned. Most monsters do it with fear, but I like to do it with… pleasure.”

Eyes wide, you simply gawked at him. You noticed that one of the cave’s tentacles had come to wrap around your neck, restricting your airflow but just enough so it scared you horribly but still let you breathe.

“Yes,” Lee Know continues, “I’ll have to bring you to the height of your pleasure… before I eat you. And you know? I usually just eat the brain… but I think with you I might eat you whole.”

You screamed. You screamed and screamed, which brought him to hysterical laughter.

“Yes, keep screaming! You know, if you scream hard enough, the people at the festival might just hear it and mistake it for music!” He was suddenly on top of you anew, and his sharp tongue darted out to lick the tears off your cheeks… just a taste of his full dinner for later, you guessed, in fear. The tentacle around your neck constricted, and you gasp, hands flailing, reaching for something like you were drowning. Your hands clawed at his torso and shoulders, which makes the cloak he was wearing fall to the floor, and his naked skin bent down to touch yours, and you felt it, icily cold.

You sob. You might die this way—the vines constricting your throat, Lee Know so dangerously close to your core, Lee Know’s hands all over you—this is how you die…

“Good boy,” he says to the tentacles. “Yes… I like that…” he likes the pain of you scratching him with your nails as you look for something to free you.

Please, please, please… you wanted something to save you but nothing would. The tentacles were monstrously firm around your neck. You might just lose all breath…

Suddenly they eased from around your neck. You realized then that this torture would be timed—release just before you pass out, and then restrict your air again. Like a machine sadistically controlling your last moments. You were so terrified you forgot about crying. You simply stared at him with wide eyes.

Lee Know toys with your slit, something you’d never even done to yourself. As his index and middle finger prod your cunt from just the outside, as if shy or hesitant to embarass you any further, he lets his thumb rest on your clit, and draw circles around it.

You’d never felt a heat burning in you like that before. You felt it in the flats of your feet, it was just insatiable, and every muscle in you clenched, you shiver and moan.

Lee Know is satisfied by this. “You like that, little princess?” he asks. “Good that you’re submissive to the pleasures of your body… I can take you higher…”

The thumb pressed down as it circled your clit, and now you’re struggling in Lee Know’s webs, trying to get away but also not getting enough of it. You don’t know what’s going to happen, but there’s a certain burning in your lower stomach.

“And higher…”

Just when you thought you’d reach the height—in just a moment—he stops, and you look up at him, eyes pleading but you don’t know for what—because you wanted it, you wanted more, when you didn’t even know what it was.

“Hold it in, darling,” MInho says, “I need to take you when your pleasure’s at its peak.”

He enters you with his fingers. You feel three digits, inside you, and you stretch your waist out, or try to, to get away from them, but they’re curling and pistoning inside you restlessly and it makes you feel so choked up, just brimming with something like you needed to release it, except you didn't know what it was.

You decide about a few thrusts in that you wish he would put his thumb back on your clit again. The penetration was hot, but not enough for you to release to. Instead, you were brought to the heights of your pleasure in brief moments of his finger which curled, and then quickly brought down. It was like electric shock.

“I guess I should humor the little princess on her last night… and give her something more,” Minho says.

He reaches down to your hips and spreads them, and you’re kicking the webbing that ties your legs apart, trying to get away. You didn’t like every new method he developed to humiliate you.

Suddenly something with girth, warm and wet, was inside of you, in your ass, and you could feel it everywhere, every single part of your walls that touched its girth 

“That much?” Lee Know says with a chuckle. “It’s not even a full inch in yet. I think you can take more.”

But it did feel like too much, and you were kicking at the webbing again, only your own moments made the tentacle in you move around and feel so… strange and full inside of you, so you resort to trying to still yourself. You sobbed and sobbed, shaking your head. You thought you didn’t want to be eaten, but also… you didn’t want this.

You feel like screaming when you feel more of it in you, and it feels full but your cunt feels empty, and you didn’t know what you wanted anymore but you knew you definitely couldn’t scream, it would just get him hard and bothered again. You resort to forming real words and begging.

“Please. Please, please, Minho, please, you have to stop, I can’t take it, please—!” You kept on begging for your life, and you had never felt fear this way. “It hurts, please? Please—”

“Tsk. You’re too loud.” With a wave of his hands, his eager minion of a vine immediately entered your mouth again, this time filling up your throat quicker than the last time. You were defeated, and you just looked up to see the black walls of the cave, this new, intolerable feeling of being full and yet so wet and empty, it was just uncomfortable and you just wanted it to be over…

Even though you hadn’t talked, Lee Know seemed to know what you wanted… or he knew the human body well. He grabbed your hips again, pulling it close to his own. You protest, but it’s muffled and gagged.

“Warm, wet little cunt… waiting for my cock.”

It doesn’t happen suddenly. You feel his thick cock pushing into you, slowly, just as you feel the vine in your ass, twisting and thrusting to slowly kill what little hope you had left, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, lids scrunched shut as the tears flowed, from pain or humiliation you don’t know.

“Feel good?” Minho asked. “Don’t worry, it’s about to.”

He thrusted quickly now, at a pace faster than the tentacles in your mouth or in your ass. No, his cock in your cunt was desperate in chasing his own pleasures, needy. It was so fast, and there it was again, the heightened pleasure once he reaches the deepest part of you, only to disappear once he bottoms out. The only difference from this and having his fingers was that now his pelvis would occasionally rub against your clit, and you feel it—whatever it was—building up in you again.

The mix of paces was a confusing, disorienting overload of sensation. You felt like he discovered all your little worlds you kept buried, just to encumber it with all these new torture devices… The vines in your mouth and ass leaked fluid, but you knew the wetness of your cunt wasn’t just his precum.

Lee Know’s thrusts got faster, and the vine in your ass seemed to thrust even deeper in, and all you could do was clench your fists and let out the occasional moan, knowing he was controlling your whole body and you had no say in it, literally couldn’t.

As if it knew already that you were close, the tentacles around your throat tightened again, and you scream through the thing gagging you, you need help. As you struggled and spluttered and humiliated yourself, Lee Know finally took the mercy to remove the vine in your mouth, letting you breathe.

You spat out saliva and his fluids, your eyes overflowing with tears, relieved but the tentacle around your neck still choking you, and Lee Know still thrusting into your cunt. There was something in you that was tight and tensed, and you felt like it would break any second.

What breaks first is the webbing tying one of your hands up, though, and you immediately claw at the tentacle around your throat with the free hand, and then up to where you felt Minho’s hands on you, but in the darkness where only his glowing yellow eyes lit the dark, you could no longer tell what was limb or tentacle or his fingers. Just everything holding you up, torturing you, pleasuring you… You were a mess of what he was, now.

Suddenly, you feel you couldn’t keep yourself so tensed anymore, but you still couldn’t breathe, so it felt tight, oppressing, and once you unclench around Lee Know’s cock, he knows, and he watches, stilling but still inside of you.“Ah—ah—AH—!” you screamed, still crying, as you spasmed and shook all around him—your entire body was shaking, and your walls contracted around Minho’s cock, overloaded with sensation. The tentacle in you kept going, restlessly, as it didn’t get tired.

You didn’t know what it was, but… it felt like all the heat inside of you released, and you feel your cunt leaking, and Lee Know’s satisfied smile showed you that it must be what he wanted.

Minho notices that you’d been brought to where he wanted you, and he took a step back to look at you fully, body glistening with sweat and his fluids, fucked out and coming down. You couldn’t even form a single coherent word if you tried, but if you could, it would be ‘please don’t’ and ‘don’t kill me’. He swipes at the fluids between your legs, the cum you had squirted on your thighs, and puts the finger in his mouth. “Sweet,” he concludes, smile spreading so wide it was inhuman. “The rest of you will be even sweeter.”

“P–pl–” you didn’t know the word for it anymore.

“Yes,” Minho pants, “yes, that’s what I wanted…” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost solemn or even affectionate. At least you wouldn’t die unloved. “Goodbye, little princess. You were such a good little girl.”

[daddacy]

This filled me with filth and I don’t regret reading this ever

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Word Count: 6k

Warning: afab!reader, swearing, slow build, photography, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise kink, oral (f. and m. receiving), riding, cumshots, threesome- F/M/M, photographer!Hyunjin, dom!Hyunjin, dom!Felix, switch!reader

Synopsis: In an attempt to find some inspiration Hyunjin asks both you and Felix to model for his next shoot. Little do you know what kind of inspiration he was looking for.

A/N: I haven’t posted in awhile but that doesn’t mean I am not writing. I’ve got a couple series chapters I have to write and part 2 of For The Birthday Girl that will be coming out on my birthday and part 3 of Power is Power. Anyway I hope you enjoy the fic and please share any feedback that you might have :)

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I had homeworks to do but i ended up reading this instead 😭

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“This is Hwang Hyunjin.”

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Omg omg omg this is the best thing I’ve ever read 🥺💗💗

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Request for Anon (Professor!Jaehyun) *1.7k, drugs, non-con, dub-con, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex

“Is everything okay, y/n?”

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i meant to send this ask ages ago LMAO can you please tag me in part three of red lights. part two was great!!

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Not my RL part two getting no notes when part one got over 1000. Math isn’t mathing 🥲

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Red Lights - hhj

Part Two

Synopsis - When you look at someone thru the rose tinted glass, you are bound to miss all the red flags. And that what you exactly did with Hwang Hyunjin, your bias.

Paring - Idol! Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader

Genre - Mature, Dark / Yandere, Angst, Fluff (slight), Idol au

Warnings - oral, virginity loss, drugs, alcohol, yandere, slight stalking themes, possessive, toxic love, shouting, manipulating, may or may not write part three, fingering, femdom, sub hyunjin, gaslighting

Hyunjin couldn’t help but scorn at his current state. The girl who he recognized as his, is with another man.

And at the moment, his manager is yelling at him to hurry back to the company. Apparently, someone sent them a file of photos containing Hyunjin and a female entering a hotel and threatening to spread them if not paid accordingly.

Driving back to the company in the pouring rain doesn’t really help the turmoil in his heart. It ironically reminds him of the day you consoled him. You were so good at making him feel okay.

Making him feel loved and heard.

Making him feel understood.

A bitter laugh came out of him as he reminisced about the past. Maybe this really is the end for both of you.

He actually saw it coming. He wasn’t stupid. He just always ended up overlooking all your flaws blindsided by love.

Your wishy-washy behavior that always had him frustrated.

Your closeness with guys.

Too insecure.

Always having him chase after you.

Always pulling him close only to push him further away.

Playing him without even knowing and acting all innocent.

The list would never end if he continues.

Despite all those things, he hates the fact that he would give up anything to have you.

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It was a Friday morning when you were woken up by notifications blowing up your phone and your best friend calling you even before the sunrise.

You answered the phone with a groggy “Hello”, to which she responded by yelling at you to check out the SNS. She even gave you a heads up to prepare your mind for the shocking news.

You anxiously open the app flooded by the scandal of Hwang Hyunjin’s girlfriend. The pictures attached to those articles are pictures of you and him entering hotels, cafes and his car.

Your body started shaking now searching for a statement from JYP denying the rumors. After all, Hyunjin is someone who brings so much money to the company. There’s no way they’ll let a rumor like this disappoint his delulu fans. They would definitely give good cover up reasons.

Right?

Wrong.

You almost dropped your phone when you saw a statement on the official JYP site, confirming those rumors. Followed by a handwritten letter by Hwang Hyunjin himself saying some cheesy stuff about love and an apology because he would be taking a break from now on.

You couldn’t even believe what you’re seeing right now.

This must be some of those lucid nightmares.

Why would they do that? You and Hyunjin haven’t even seen each other for over a month. Things were over between you guys.

No matter how much you think, you can’t come up with a logical reason as to why they wouldn’t deny those rumors. There’s nothing they could gain from Hyunjin dating.

As if the universe was reading your mind, your phone started ringing, bringing you back from your jumbled thoughts. The caller ID was the devil himself, Hwang Hyunjin. Pressing the ‘answer’, you hear the voice of the man you tried so hard to forget.

“Hello. How are you?” Hearing Hyunjin’s airy soft voice once again, makes your heart clench. You noticed that his voice sounded different from usual. But that’s not the problem at hand for you right now.

“Hyunjin…” you paused to let of a frustrated sigh before urging “Care to explain what the actual fuck is happening right now!?”. You sounded way more agitated than intended.

The other side was silent for a few good seconds before Hyunjin emits the smallest “I'm sorry”.

You felt your chest tightens.

“I’m sorry for being so selfish… I know you don’t deserve to get dragged into this mess...” His voice started cracking up as he continued apologizing. “I’m really sorry.”

He chocked up words like he has sore throat. Just like how he used to sound after crying for hours.

You were glad you could only hear his voice. Because you're certain you wouldn’t be able to keep up with being cold toward him if you see his face. You took a deep breath as you rebuilt your shaky heart.

“Apologizing doesn’t explain anything, Hyunjin. You did nothing but confuse me further.” You assert, trying to ignore his sniffings on the other side.

“It’s the company…” he started clearing his throat before continuing. “I told them we aren’t dating but they told me to confirm the rumors either way. The pictures are way too intimate looking to deny. And if we did, the crowd will start spectaculating things that are way more absurd. Like I sleep around…or that I play with girls…and don't take responsibility…” his voice hitched as he explained to you, who quietly paid attention.

It actually makes sense to you now. Some of the photos are way too explicit to deny. Like kissing in the car. If he denied dating, it would look worse on his side. He would become a foxy fuck boy and destroy the innocent-meow-meow image he portrays on the screen.

“I’m sorry. I should have just said no and taken the public pressure and taken a break from my schedules… I have to stop all my current schedule already anyway… I’m such a coward, aren’t I?” He mutters as he scoffs and mocked at his own misfortune.

Rebellious and bitter.

He sounded like a lost boy seeking consolation.

“…Do… do you wanna come over?” You asked as the other side of the line went silent. Probably not expecting an easy welcome back from you.

“I mean, I think this isn’t some issue we should solve over the phone. And since going to a public place doesn’t seem like a good idea right now…” You reasons not wanting to seem like a you are the desperate one here.

“If …. if you really don’t mind?” Hyunjin replies with a question, softly in a shaky breath.

“Not at all” was the last word you said before the call ended.

You hate how weak you are when it comes to him. You wish he would just be a jerk and tell you something so mean and unreasonable. Then you would be able to be firm about cutting him off.

However, you can’t stomach it when he sounds so broken like this. God forbid you to turn a blind eye to his sorrows. As if some invincible forces are pulling you both toward each other even if you both are not meant to be together.

Not long after the call Hyunjin appears at your doorstep, looking just like the day he left.

Miserable.

He looked worse this time around with dark circles, red eyes, messy hair. His depressing black hoodie and jeans doesn’t help any bit in making him more presentable. You can just tell that he’s been through a lot.

“…We meet again, huh?” He gives you a weak smile as you let him in. His body entered the place he thought he could never step a foot in again.

“Yeah…” you replied walking toward the couch you both used to sit comfortably and watch romance movies.

Hyunjin suddenly pulls you into a back hug, catching you off guard, making you freeze for a sec. After registering what just occurred, you try to pull away only for him to wrap his hand around your waist tighter.

“Hyunjin…-” you wanted to tell him this isn’t what you invited him over for. But got startled by the sniffles coming from him.

“Please…please let me stay like this for a while.” He pleads with so much desperation that your will power to pry him off dissolves. Instead, you slowly reach your hand out to his head that’s buried on the nape of your neck, to give him soothing pats.

After what seems like forever, hearing his soft sniffles and your heart beating loudly in your ears, he finally pulls away, calming down in your warmth.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, wiping away his watery eyes as he followed your actions of sitting on the usual couch.

You took a deep sigh, took some tissue on the table and handed it to him. “No…You must have had it harder. So what do we do from now on?” You address the elephant in the room.

“Even after all this time, it’s crazy how you could easily make me feel better.” He admits peaking into your eyes bashfully like a kid confessing his love. You hate the fact that even in his disheveled state, he managed to look so pretty. If a broken porcelain doll could take a human form, it would look exactly like Hyunjin.

Now looking into your eyes longingly, he continues “I’ve never felt this with anyone and I don’t think I will ever be able to experience this feeling with another person. I wasn’t okay when we were apart…okay is an understatement. I felt like I was breathing underwater. What about you, (Y/n)? Were you living just fine?”

‘Were you living just fine?’ You repeated those words in your head. Silence follows Hyunjin’s questions as words get stuck in your throat. This felt like a deja vu.

Of course you weren’t fine. How can you be fine when everything reminds you of him? Your apartment, your comfort places, the convenience store at the corner of your road and even the park near your house. Even your favorite movies and songs bring back the memories you spent together enjoying. Artworks you guys created together. He left his shadow everywhere.

Hyunjin understood you like someone you’ve known forever. Trying to move on was the hardest part since on one can fill his spot. Doesn’t mean you didn’t try. You can’t see yourself doing all the things you did with Hyunjin with anyone else.

Of course, your friends scolding you for letting a ‘big fish’ slip through your fingers didn’t make it any better.

However time does really help you live with it. Reminding yourself that you aren’t worth being together with someone as amazing as Hyunjin. And that things turned out for the best.

You even managed to gather enough courage to send him a parting text since you don’t want to be a bad memory for him.

But him sitting right in front of you, on the same couch, in the comfort of your home once again, made all those feelings resurface. He doesn’t know how much you feel at ease to hear that he aches for you as much as you do. And you felt like he deserves to know.

“I felt the same. It was hell for me as well.” You admitted, returning the same longing stare.

The silence could only last so long as the air got heated briskly and you found yourself pinned to the couch as Hyunjin hungrily devoured your lips. You return the kiss with the same eagerness as your fingers get tangled in his soft familier hair.

Sloppy kisses turn into something else when you’re now laying on your bed naked, mewling like a cat in heat as Hyunjin sweeps his tongue along your slit. His long bony fingers thrusting in and out of your hole making you shake in pleasure, screaming his name as you come undone on his fingers.

He lapped all the juices while looking at you with eyes clouded by lust. His lips swollen as he swipe his tongue across his bottom lip which is glistening with your juices.

Watching the scene before you make your pussy ache for his pretty and lengthy dick. You swiftly pull him down by the nape of his neck into another kiss and switch positions not long after.

You being on top was never something you both have tried with your bashfulness always taking over whenever you guys have sex. But this new position makes you feel like you have control over Hyunjin who stares at you with so much anticipation and thirst.

You slowly grind on top of his length with your heat as he whines your name impatiently. You rock your legs faster, swiping your pussy across his cock without putting it inside, coating it with your dripping essence. His lips tremble in pleasure as he cries for more but you slowed down just before he burst.

“(Y-y/n)…hah- Please please please, don’t stop…no hah, please don’t stop” Hyunjin begs, trembling in need like a whore under you.

You smirk at the scene in satisfaction and continue edging him for one too may times, in the name of “punishment”. For making you always feel restless and distressed. For never leaving your mind. For always invading your dreams.

You pin his hands down above his head while you grind him and give a smack to his balls when he’s about to burst.

After what seems like forever to Hyunjin, you finally slide his dick into your warm hole, making him groan in contentment. But as soon as his lengthy dick got swallowed up whole, you started bouncing on him without giving him any time to ease inside you after a long session of cuckolding.

Hyunjin started releasing inaudible moans as he felt an immense amount of both pleasure and pain. You feel yourself getting tired but him whimpering so pathetically at your mercy, drives you to keep moving your wobbly legs.

You find yourself getting closer to your orgasm and you can feel him twitching inside you. You guide his hands to your clit to chase your own high. Hyunjin’s hand reached out to hold your waist, helping you lift yourself up as his other hand rubs circles around your bud. You both moan each other's names as you started spasming on Hyunjin’s dick makes him shiver in pleasure as he releases his loads into you.

After coming back down from your high, you mutter “shit” while staring down at the mess between your legs. This makes Hyunjin realize what he has done as he quickly gets up to get you some tissues.

“Oh my god, (Y/n), I’m so sorry- are you on the pills?” he asked in horror as he wiped you gently, looking at you apologetically.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You assured him brushing your hands through his sweaty hair. Hyunjin looks gives you a questionable look at your answer and you understand exactly what it means.

“Yeah…I had some…partners. When we were apart.” You admit. He definitely looks unhappy at your response but you can’t deny the fact that you are also a human with health desires. It’s easy live without sex when you didn’t know the pleasure of it. But after Hyunjin taught you the fulfillment that sex brings, you can’t stop yourself for occasionally desiring it. You bet Hyunjin does the same thing.

He comes in for a kiss to assure himself that he’s the one holding you right now. Kiss was way more gentle and needy, expressing the jealousy and distaste he felt right now. You’ve always loved how expressive Hyunjin is with his feelings when he’s with you. Letting you know when he’s happy or sad. He never fails to make you feel significant and wanted.

After the kiss Hyunjin rests his head on top of your chest, cuddling you like a clingy child, despite him being gigantic compared to you. Both of you hold each other so longingly, making up for all the times you’ve been apart. The silence in the room was comforting as he listened to your rhythmic heartbeats and you, running your fingers through his hair. One of his favorites.

“(Y/n)?” His soft voice broke the silence and you hummed in return, waiting for him to continue.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, making you stop your hand stroking his hair.

“I was thinking…the thing you feared the most happened already” he continues, reasoning his wish. He isn’t wrong though. There’s nothing more you can lose when the rumors are already out.

“And I’ll be on hiatus for… quite a while.” He utters the last part softly. You know that he has no idea how long his hiatus will be.

Worst case scenario, it could be for a lifetime.

Your heart breaks thinking how much in despair he could be in at the moment. His future is unsure. He’s now on the verge of losing everything he’s worked so hard on for all his life. And you are the reason for it no less.

“Please…please don’t push me away this time around too.” He requests with a twinge of desperation lacing his voice. “I don’t think I will be able to live if I lose you too...”

“Imm.” You concede nodding your head.

“I’ll be yours.” You confirmed, looking at his expression changing from confusion to surprise as if he doesn’t expect you to actually give in so easily.

“A-are you saying we’re a couple n-”

“Yes, you’re going to have the honor of being my first ever boyfriend.” You confirm as you boop his nose giggling at his surprised pikachu face.

Hyunjin quickly raised himself up from your embrase as he did a dramatic gasp. “Is this for real? This isn’t a dream right? Right? Right?” Hyunjin blabbers nonsense making you laugh out loud at his cuteness.

It’s times like this, you wonder if you even deserve such an adorable person.

You take a hold of his face, observing his frantic eyes and a shit eating grin. You both burst into giggles as you swiftly lean in to peck his full lips.

“I love you.” You professed as you leaned into a hug. This time, for the first time, you are the one clinging onto him with neediness.

“Me too. You don’t know how much I love you.” Hyunjin returns the hug, wrapping you in a tighter hold. The happiness and serenity fills him to the brim to finally have you in his arms. Officially sealed as his. “I won’t ever let you slip away again.” He declares as you sigh in relief at his loyalty.

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It’s been a few months since you and Hyunjin decided to leave the label-less relationship behind and proudly call each other lovers.

Of course, many hardships emerge after starting a relationship with him. Aside from not knowing how romantic relationships work, yours and his dating rumors take a toll on you like nothing ever did before.

Hyunjin suggested that you stop going to your university when sasaengs found out where you study. Nothing good comes out whenever sasaengs are involved, after all.

He also suggested you to take a rest from social media due to the amount of death threats you get in your DMs after they found your accounts.

Moreover, you could no longer freely navigate outside of your apartment because you’re terrified at the thought of people finding your place.

However, Hyunjin was alway there to make sure you're okay. He was sweet, genuine and never fails to make you laugh. There was never a day he didn’t remind you that you’re pretty and that he loves you. There was never a day he didn’t keep his promises. There was never a day you feel like you aren’t his first priority.

You felt loved, you felt worthy, you felt whole.

But at times, you also feel suffocated. Being completely submerged in his overbearing presence and love.

The feeling of guilt that eats you away when he’s not your first priority, doesn’t make it any better.

Because no matter how much you try, your love will never be able to match the depth of his feelings.

An example would be him blocking Yeji because you once complained how close they are.

Since then, you refrain yourself from whining even a bit about his female friends because you don’t think you can cut off your male friends like he did.

Despite that you notice how you’ve slowly drifted away from your friend circle. The contributing factors being his sasaeng fans and Hyunjin himself. You feel guilty whenever Hyunjin whines to you about how he isn’t receiving enough of your attention. Resulting in you to stop texting your friends unless it’s completely necessary.

Because as far as you know how relationships work, it’s give and take. You are a bad partner if you’re only at the receiving end. Your friends telling you how irrational you sound if you complain about him makes you doubt yourself further.

His face would lit up in joy whenever you comply with his wishes. Making you wonder if you are becoming a better girlfriend who actually deserves him.

He’s giving you everything you wish for. And you are trying hard to be a deserving girlfriend.

It’s a great dynamic.

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

Until one morning when you were woken up by continuous shuffling noises. You rub your sleepy eyes and land them on your boyfriend’s figure. He was by the wall, specifically your side of the wall where you keep your collections of your little obsessions. Stuffs such as idol posters, photocards and your own fanarts are on display in that little area. Of course, Hyunjin was one of the many idols among them.

However, now, you can only see him there, on the display. The wall now filled with his posters and photocards. Some are even the limited ones which are too expensive to get your hands on before.

“Hyunjin? What are you doing?” You interrogated him as soon as you got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin hums as if it’s nothing serious as he continues tearing down other idol’s pictures and substituting them with himself. Rubbing your temples as you feel the fuming rage built up in you at his lack of response. Trying your best to calm yourself back down, you asked him the same question one last time.

His nonchalant reply “Getting rid of unnecessary things” was what made the last bit of tolerance in you snap.

“Who the fk decides what’s among my possessions is necessary or not?” Your voice hardens. “Last time I checked, it’s definitely not you.” You declares. This is probably the first time you used a spiteful tone since the relationship started. You’ve been going along with all his wishes like a good little girl.

“What's wrong?” He finally paused from tearing Jeno’s poster down and turned around to look at you. You know the rest of the posters and photo cards such as Jaehyun, Felix, Vernon etc are already in the bin. Because you can’t spot them on the wall anymore. “They are just some pictures. Stop overreacting (Y/n). You’re probably still sleepy. Go back to bed okay?”

Baffled at Hyunjin’s dismissive tone, your jaw hangs in disbelief as you gawk at him.

‘Hyunjin is so understanding.

Hyunjin is always considerate.

Hyunjin always make you feel heard’

Then he should know that those aren’t just ‘some pictures’. They are important to you. Your little joy and comfort. It’s not like you’ve never told him how much you value your fangirl life and how each group you stan helped you overcome your problems.

Then why would he do something so inconsiderate? The Hyunjin right now seems like a stranger to you. Yet so familiar. Like you’ve seen this Hyunjin before

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice Hyunjin approaching to your side until the bed sank down beside your sitting form. You took a glance at the tall male who took a seat next to you.

He looks undeniably handsome. Aside from his looks, he seems to be glowing in the early morning sun that hits the side of his face between the white curtains. The worn out Hyunjin from months ago is nowhere to be seen. Instead, the worn out person here would be you.

The reflection you see in the mirror behind Hyunjin is a girl who barely leaves the house. The girl who lost so much sleep from Hyunjin’s endless sexual appetite. The girl who is getting out of shape due to not being able to work out. The dark circles around the eye, the slightly protruding belly and dishevelled hair, all make you wanna puke.

You look ugly. That’s all you could comment about your current appearance.

‘Is this who I really wanna be?’ Is all you could think of before Hyunjin pulls you into a hug.

It strangely feels comforting to you. You were suffocated yet when he held you softly, you felt loved. Even when you look unworthy of being loved by someone who looks like him.

“It’s not everyday you get a boyfriend who is that whipped, (Y/n). You know how much I want a boyfriend like yours because mine keep treating me like a ghost. And hello? Someone who looks like a celestial being? We both know you won’t get a 2nd chance like this. And it’s not like he’s being selfish if he’s doing the same thing back for you.”

Your friend’s words echo repeatedly in your ears as you stare at the mirror behind him.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, rubbing your back as he whispered softly. “I was just…jealous.” He continues as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

Taking your silence as a sign of consent, he started leaving butterfly kisses on the side of your neck. “I was just an idol to you too. The thought of you meeting them and getting taken away from me…” he claimed. You pulled away to see his face only to witness fierceness in his eyes. Only to be replaced by his cute little pout and teary eyes not long after. As if the furious Hyunjin was just an illusion.

“There’s no way it will happen, Hyunjin. What occurred to us is like a 1 in a million chance.” You protested.

“But it’s not zero.” He rebuked.

Getting frustrated, you shoved him away and grip your own hair. “You’re not making any sense Hyunjin. Stop being so illogical! I’m so tired of this…” Maybe it was the way he looked at you disapprovingly, maybe you were just going insane, but your words come out in between sniffles.

“Shhhh. Stop crying baby.” Hyunjin said in a soft comforting voice as he scoots closer to you and removes your hands that’s gripping so harshly at your hair. He then caresses your tear stained cheeks with both hands, eyes reassuring you. “Shush. I love you okay? Don’t cry. It hurts me to see you cry.”

Those words never fail to make your chest swell with happiness. You felt loved.

He pulls you into a soft kiss which you already expect at this point. It’s his way of trying to make up with you after every fight. It’s not even a joke how Hyunjin has sexual appetite of a rabbit in heat. He would be all over you when he’s happy, sad and every other time. You can’t catch up with him in any area whether it’s sex or love. You always feel super guilty about feeling like he’s being too much.

But there’s something about the soft kisses. There’s something about the way he holds you and the way he looks at you. They never fail to make you feel aroused. Kisses get more intense and words get breathier until you’re screaming his name or he’s screaming yours.

Both of you tangled on the bed with him lifting one of your thighs up as he thrust from behind. It was gentle and sensual. His soft butterfly kisses on the nape of your neck and his other hand rubbing circles on your sensitive nub made you reach your climax in no time. Hyunjin prettly groans as he feels your walls clenching on him and came not long after.

You both lay there cuddling for a while trying to come back down from the high.

“Wanna go get ice cream?” Hyunjin asked breathily as he’s still panting.

“We don’t have ice cream.” You replies, trying to catch your own breath.

Hyunjin giggles while getting up and planted a soft kiss on your nose bringing a smile to your face.

“We’re going out.” He declares making your eyes go wide.

“What? We can’t- what if your fans-” “Here” Hyunjin cut you off by throwing his black oversized shirt on you. Followed by a scarf, a black mask and sunglasses…it’s 3 in the morning.

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The autumn night breeze was more than chilly. You were thankful Hyunjin’s hoodie fully covers your head to your knees. Both of you look like some kind undercover thieves wearing all black and eating popsicles, sitting on the kid’s swing in the neighborhood playground.

Hyunjin looks ridiculously cute with the hoodie string tied around his chin and black sunglasses. You giggled looking at him and started drawing Hyunjin with your wooden popsicle stick in the sand.

“What’s that?” Hyunjin asked, looking at your wobbly scribbles on the sand.

“You.” You answered crackling at how similar your scribbles and he looks alike. You can already imagine an irk forming on him as he mouths “yah!”

“Just you wait.” He declares as he starts drawing your silly look on the sand. You giggled, erasing the picture he drew with your feets making him more irritated.

“Why would you do that!?” He wailed dramatically, holding his head making you laugh out loud.

The rest of the night spent at the kids playground would be the most fun activity you’ve probably done in your months-long relationship with Hyunjin. The cute and endearing Hyunjin you almost forgot was back.

And you could only hope this moment would last forever.

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You were both laying on top of the slide watching stars after playing around like kids. Your cheeks hurt from laughing so much and you know for a fact that this is gonna be a moment to cherish for life.

“I love you.” You whisper softly, kissing his cheek making him turn his head towards you.

Both of you stare at each other with smiles present on your faces. “Really?” Hyunjin queries, looking into your eyes searching for reassurance.

You give him a nod and answer “so much. So so much.” making his eyes light up like the stars above you both.

It doesn’t take long before a dejected expression replaces as he asks,

“Then why can’t you just let me get rid of those posters?”

His question makes you speechless again. You don’t understand how you’re both coming around in circles. But this time around, you feel guilty. He looks so sad yet why can’t you back down? Isn’t love all about giving?

“I love you enough to cut Yeji off my life even though she’s a really close acquaintance. Yet…” His voice getting shaky and him looking like a kicked puppy is a scene you’ve seen one too many times.

‘He loves you. He’s doing all of this because he loves you.’ You repeated the same phrase in your head as you tried to reason with him.

“Do you even mean it when you say you love me?” He mutters under his breath.

Of course, you love him. And it should come out naturally to assure him like always. This is obviously love. But you feel like words are stuck in your throat.

“I-” you paused trying to breath as the feeling of suffocating on nothing returns. “Okay.” you voice came out as a choke but nevertheless it bring a smile on his Hyunjin’s face.

“You can… You can throw them out.” You gave in as you can feel something in you crumbled that night. The heaviness in your chest doesn’t reflect the smile that adorned his face.

The starry night sky got slowly washed away by the rising sun. The chilly breeze felt ice cold. And once again, you are back inside the chamber that doesn't feel like home.

To be continued…

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I’ll be updating red lights part 2 tomorrow. Sorry for keeping y’all on a cliff hanger for so long 🤧