summary : a supernatural notebook gives its owner the power to kill anyone by writing their name. this power is used to eliminate criminals in an attempt to create a “perfect” world. the mass deaths trigger a global investigation, leading to a tense battle of intelligence and manipulation. the story explores morality, power, and whether anyone has the right to decide who deserves to live or die.
pairing : student!felix ♡ idol!reader
warnings / triggering content : EVENTUAL SMUT! (not in this episode :)) violence, death, executions, murder of criminals & civilians, themes of moral corruption, abuse of power, psychological manipulation, mind games, suspense, depictions of mass death, god complex, justice vs control, etc.
a/n : long time no see >_< i've been binge watching death note again, so i've decided to make my own version of it! enjoy <3. i also mention "unrealistic" body description on the reader.. so if u have a problem i dont rlly gaf..
chapter 1 : the fall of perfection
felix as light yagami
felix lee was flawless.
at least, that’s what everyone said. nineteen years old, attending the most prestigious university in seoul on a full scholarship he’d earned without even trying. golden hair that caught the light just right, freckles like stars scattered across his cheeks, a smile that could disarm anyone; professors, classmates, even the strictest security guards.
he was top of every class, vice president of the student council, volunteer at charity events, the kind of boy parents pointed to and said, “why can’t you be more like him?” but felix knew the truth.
it was all so… boring.
he sat in the back of his advanced criminology lecture hall that rainy afternoon, notebook open but untouched, pen tapping idly against the page. the professor droned on about forensic psychology, profiling serial killers, the flaws in the justice system.
felix’s eyes, sharp, deep brown, always calculating drifted to the window.
outside, the sky was a dull gray, rain pattering steadily against the glass.
students hurried across the courtyard below, umbrellas blooming like black flowers. the world moved in predictable patterns: class, study, socialize, repeat.
felix sighed softly, resting his chin on his hand. he was acing this class, of course. he aced everything. but what was the point? the “justice system” the professor praised was riddled with holes criminals walking free on technicalities, the powerful evading punishment, the weak suffering in silence.
if the world was so flawed, why bother pretending it could be fixed through rules and laws?
his gaze wandered aimlessly, watching raindrops race down the pane.
then, something caught his eye.
a black shape, tumbling slowly from the clouds.
at first, he thought it was a bird, or debris caught in the wind. but it fell too deliberately, too straight, spiraling gently like a leaf in autumn.
it landed with a soft, almost inaudible thud in the center of the courtyard grass.
a notebook.
felix’s brow furrowed. no one else noticed the courtyard was mostly empty, and those passing by were too focused on staying dry. the object just lay there, dark against the wet green, unclaimed.
curiosity prickled at him. the kind he rarely felt anymore.
class was ending anyway. students shuffled, packing bags, chatting about weekend plans. felix closed his notebook neatly, slid it into his designer backpack, and stood. he moved with effortless grace, blending into the crowd as he exited the hall.
down the stairs. through the lobby. out into the rain.
he didn’t bother with an umbrella. a little water wouldn’t ruin his perfectly styled hair (though it did make the strands cling charmingly to his forehead). he crossed the courtyard quickly, shoes splashing in shallow puddles, until he stood over the fallen object.
it was a notebook. plain black leather cover, no markings except for elegant silver lettering on the front:
death note
felix crouched down, glancing around, no one watching and picked it up.
it was heavier than expected. cool to the touch, even through the rain. water beaded on the cover but didn’t soak in, as if repelling it.
he flipped it open under the shelter of a nearby tree overhang.
blank pages. except for the inside cover, where rules were written in precise, eerie script.
the human whose name is written in this note shall die.
felix blinked.
then he laughed quietly to himself. a prank? some art student’s project? or maybe a reference to that old manga he’d heard about “death note”, the one with the god of death and the genius boy who changes the world. (lol)
cute.
but something about it sent a tiny thrill through him. the weight. the way it had fallen right in front of his classroom window, like it was meant for him.
he tucked it inside his blazer, close to his chest, and headed home.
felix’s apartment was impeccable, minimalist, high-end, paid for by his “mysterious” family trust fund. white walls, sleek furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. he dropped his bag by the door, kicked off his shoes, and went straight to his bedroom.
the death note went on his desk, under the warm glow of his lamp.
he changed into comfortable clothes, soft sweatpants and a loose hoodie then sat down, opening it again.
he read every rule. slowly. carefully.
there were so many. details about causes of death, time limits, even mentions of “shinigami” who owned these notes originally.
shinigami. gods of death.
felix leaned back in his chair, staring at the blank pages.
ridiculous.
but… what if?
the tv remote was on his nightstand. he grabbed it, flicking on the large screen mounted on the wall. news channel, as always background noise while he studied.
tonight, though, the headlines caught his attention.
a serial criminal, kang min-ho, had evaded capture again. blurred photo on screen, name in bold. multiple murders, no remorse. the police were “closing in,” but felix knew better. men like that didn’t get caught unless someone made them.
he stared at the name.
at the face.
then at the death note.
his heart beat a little faster.
“this is stupid,” he murmured to himself, voice soft and melodic even in solitude.
but his hand reached for a pen anyway.
clicked it open.
neat handwriting. always perfect.
he wrote: kang min-ho
imagined the face, clearly the one from the news.
then waited.
the room was silent except for the tv and the rain outside.
thirty seconds.
thirty-five.
forty.
the broadcast cut to breaking news.
“…we interrupt this program with urgent updates. suspected serial killer kang min-ho has been found dead in his apartment. preliminary reports indicate a sudden heart attack. no signs of foul play…”
felix’s pen slipped from his fingers.
he stared at the screen.
then at the notebook.
a slow, breathtaking smile spread across his face, not the sunshine one he showed the world, but something sharper. hungrier.
“it works.”
he whispered it like a prayer.
or a promise.
hours passed. felix barely noticed.
he wrote more names. criminals from the news. corrupt officials splashed across headlines. each one, forty seconds later, gone. heart attacks. accidents, if he specified.
the world shifted, quietly, under his pen.
and then, the air grew cold.
heavy.
a deep, rumbling chuckle filled the room.
“took you long enough to test it properly, kid.”
felix turned slowly.
floating near the ceiling was… something impossible.
a tall figure, muscular and imposing, with wild black hair, pale skin, and glowing red eyes. dressed in black leather and feathers, spikes adorning his shoulders like a dark king. sharp grin, too many teeth.
he was biting into a bright red apple. crunch.
felix didn’t flinch. just tilted his head, eyes wide but steady.
“you’re… the shinigami.”
the creature laughed again, floating down lazily until he hovered in front of felix’s desk.
“sharp as expected. name’s ryuk. but humans call me chan sometimes.. easier on the tongue.” his voice was deep, accented, amused. “i dropped that notebook. been watching you for a while. figured you’d make things fun.”
felix glanced at the death note, then back. “fun?”
chan grinned wider, tossing the apple core and catching it midair.
“boredom’s a killer up in the shinigami realm. nothing but apples and watching humans be… human. but you? you’re different. perfect on top, twisted underneath. this’ll be entertaining.”
felix crossed his legs, leaning forward. “so you can’t take it back?”
“nope. it’s yours now. i’m just here for the show. and the apples.. got any?”
felix stood, walking to his kitchen and returning with a fresh one. he tossed it underhand.
chan caught it effortlessly, biting in with a satisfied hum.
“good kid.”
felix sat again, picking up his pen.
“then watch.”
he wrote another name.
across the city, another “heart attack.”
chan chuckled. “hyuk hyuk… yeah. this is gonna be good.”
felix didn’t respond.
he was already planning the new world.
his world.
chapter 2 : the new world begins
chan as ryuk shinigami
days turned into weeks.
felix’s life on the surface stayed perfect.
he attended classes with that sunshine smile, aced exams without breaking a sweat, charmed everyone around him like always. no one suspected a thing. how could they? the golden boy, the model student, the one who volunteered at shelters on weekends.
but at night, in his pristine apartment, felix was someone else entirely.
the death note never left his side.
he’d upgraded from news broadcasts to careful research online databases, criminal records, international reports.
names and faces poured in like a flood. murderers, terrorists, corrupt leaders who hid behind money and power.
one by one, they vanished.
heart attacks. accidents. suicides that made perfect sense once you read the details felix carefully wrote in those 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
the world started to notice.
at first, it was scattered reports. “unexplained deaths among criminals.” forums buzzed with conspiracy theories, government experiments, secret organizations, even alien involvement.
then the media caught on.
“kira” they called him.
a name born from online whispers, twisting “killer” into something divine, something japanese forums latched onto first before it spread globally.
kira. the one judging the wicked.
felix heard the name for the first time while eating breakfast, scrolling news on his phone.
he paused, fork halfway to his mouth.
then smiled.
small.
genuine.
“kira,” he whispered, tasting it.
chan floated lazily behind him, upside down as usual, crunching an apple.
“hyuk hyuk. they gave you a god name already. humans are so dramatic.”
felix didn’t answer.
he was too busy planning.
crime rates began to drop.
sharply.
people whispered about it in cafes, on subways, in classrooms.
“did you hear? that rapist from busan died yesterday. heart attack.”
“yeah, and that ceo who scammed thousands? car crash this morning.”
“it’s kira. has to be.”
some called it miracle. others called it terrorism.
governments scrambled. interpol held emergency meetings. police forces worldwide increased patrols, but what could they do against an enemy with no face?
felix watched it all from his apartment, tv on low, death note open on his lap.
he wrote steadily. neatly.
chan hovered nearby, munching through his fifth apple of the hour.
“you’re being careful, right kid? picking ones with public faces, no mistakes on names…”
“of course,” felix said softly, not looking up.
“i’m not an idiot.” chan grinned.
“no. you’re scary smart. that’s why this is fun.”
one evening, felix decided it was time.
he’d prepared everything.
a proxy server, voice modulator, fake ip trails that looped through countries like a maze. he’d studied hacking forums for weeks (not that he needed much, he picked it up instantly).
he hijacked a major news broadcast.
every channel in korea. then japan. then spreading worldwide as stations picked it up.
the screen went black for a moment.
then a simple symbol appeared: a stylized “K” in crimson.
a voice spoke, distorted, calm, genderless but commanding.
“i am kira.
the world is rotten. filled with evil that laws cannot touch. criminals who laugh at justice while innocents suffer.
i have been given the power to change this.
from this day forward, those who harm others will die.
there is no escape.
no hiding.
i see you.
continue your evil, and you will be judged.
live rightly, and you will be safe.
this is the new world.”
the broadcast ended as abruptly as it began.
silence fell across the nation.
then chaos.
phones rang off hooks. social media exploded. #kira trended worldwide within minutes.
in a dimly lit hotel room far from seoul, a young man with messy black hair and perpetual dark circles under his eyes sat hunched over multiple laptops.
hyunjin.
known to interpol only as “L”—the world’s greatest detective, identity hidden, success rate 100%.
he was sucking on a strawberry lollipop, legs folded beneath him on the chair, eyes narrowed at the frozen “K” symbol on screen.
beside him, a tray of sweets—cakes, candies, cookies—half-eaten.
“interesting,” he murmured, voice quiet and thoughtful.
he tilted his head, thumbing sugar from his lip.
“probability of hoax: 42%.
probability of genuine supernatural phenomenon: currently 7%.
but rising.”
he reached for another lollipop.
“watari,” he spoke into the intercom.
an elderly voice answered. “yes, ryuzaki?”
“book me on the next task force. kira investigation. priority one.”
back in his apartment, felix leaned back on his couch, watching the replay of his message on every channel.
his heart raced not from fear.
from excitement.
chan floated nearby, laughing deeply.
“bold move, kid. announcing yourself like that? now the hunt really begins.”
felix’s eyes gleamed.
“good.
let them come.
i’ll build a world where no one can touch me.”
he picked up the death note again.
turned to a fresh page.
“starting with the ones who oppose me.”
outside, the city lights flickered like stars bowing to a new god.
and somewhere, hyunjin stared at university rankings on his screen.
a photo of felix lee, perfect smile, top student, no criminal record… stared back.
hyunjin crunched his lollipop.
“probability that kira is a student… 12%.
probability that kira is in korea… 89%.
probability that kira is watching this right now…”
he smiled faintly.
“hello, kira.”
chapter 3 : the game of trust
hyunjin as l lawliet
the world held its breath.
after kira’s broadcast, panic and awe rippled through every country. supporters appeared overnight, online forums dedicated to praising kira as a god, protests demanding governments step down if they opposed him. others called him a murderer, a terrorist, the greatest threat humanity had ever faced.
interpol called an emergency conference.
in a secure building in tokyo, representatives from across the globe gathered in a dimly lit room. screens lined the walls, data streaming constantly: death statistics, timelines, victim profiles.
at the head of the table though he wasn’t physically there, a voice spoke through a distorted speaker, the screen showing only a stylized gothic “L”.
“thank you for coming. i am L.”
the room fell silent.
everyone knew the name. the undetectable genius who had solved every case he’d ever taken. governments bowed to him. criminals feared him.
“i believe kira is in korea,” L continued calmly. “the pattern of deaths began there, and the timing of the broadcast aligns with kst. furthermore, kira has access to police information.. many victims were not publicly named until after their deaths were announced internally.”
a korean delegate shifted uncomfortably. “we’ve increased security on our databases—”
“too late,” L interrupted. “kira already has what he needs. we must form an international task force. japan will host, as we have experience with such investigations. i will lead it personally.”
no one argued.
within days, the task force was assembled.
seven members: chief inspector so ichiro from japan’s npa, leading the group officially. five of the best detectives from various countries. and one young man who insisted on joining despite his age; hyunjin, though he introduced himself only as “ryuzaki” to hide his true role.
he arrived in the hotel conference room they’d converted into headquarters slouched in his chair, wearing baggy jeans, a loose white sweater, barefoot as always. messy black hair falling into his eyes, dark circles like permanent shadows.
a tray of cakes and candies sat in front of him.
the others stared.
“this is ryuzaki,” chief so ichiro said awkwardly. “he’s… assisting L directly.”
hyunjin popped a strawberry into his mouth, chewing slowly.
“hello. please continue as normal. i am only observing.”
his voice was soft, monotone, but everyone felt the weight behind it.
they dove into the data.
graphs of death rates sharp decline in crime, but only for publicized criminals.
“he needs a name and face,” one detective muttered.
“supernatural,” another insisted.
hyunjin tilted his head, stacking sugar cubes absentmindedly.
“probability that kira requires a name: 92%. face: 85%. method unknown, but likely not human.”
he reached for another cake.
meanwhile, in seoul.
felix sat in his criminology lecture, taking perfect notes, smiling politely at classmates who asked for help.
but his mind was elsewhere.
chan floated invisibly beside him (to everyone else), munching an apple loudly in felix’s ear.
“they’re forming a task force, kid. big secret meeting in japan. L’s involved.”
felix’s pen paused for a fraction of a second.
then continued writing.
“L?”
chan grinned. “yeah. the detective. never lost a case. humans say he’s better than anyone.”
felix’s lips curved slightly.
“interesting.”
that night, felix tested something new.
he’d found a minor criminal, public name and face, but low profile.
he wrote the name.
but added details: “dies of heart attack after writing ‘i know how kira kills’ on the walls in blood.”
forty seconds later, news broke of the bizarre death.
the task force room exploded.
photos of the scene: walls smeared with the message.
chief so ichiro slammed the table. “he’s taunting us!”
hyunjin stared at the screen, lollipop clicking against his teeth.
“no. he’s testing.
he controlled the time of death. the actions before.
kira can kill with more than heart attacks.
and he wants us to know.”
silence.
hyunjin leaned forward slightly.
“probability that kira has access to police information: now 97%.
he knew we’d see this.”
back home, felix watched the leaked reports online (he always found ways).
chan laughed. “you poked the hornet’s nest, kid.”
felix closed his laptop.
“good.
now let’s see how they react.”
days later, a live broadcast.
not from kira.
from interpol.
a man appeared on screen; middle-aged, stern, introduced as lind L. tailor, a criminal on death row, speaking on behalf of L.
he condemned kira publicly.
“you are a murderer. we will find you. the world stands against you.”
the broadcast went global.
felix was eating dinner when it aired.
he froze.
chan stopped mid-bite.
“trap,” chan said excitedly. “obvious fake.”
felix’s eyes narrowed.
then he smiled.
slowly.
dangerously.
he walked to his desk.
opened the death note.
wrote: lind L. tailor
waited.
on screen, live, the man clutched his chest.
collapsed.
dead.
forty seconds.
the world screamed.
in the task force room, chaos.
chief so ichiro paled. “he… he killed our decoy. live.”
hyunjin didn’t move.
just stared.
then whispered, “kira… you can see this broadcast.
you need a name and face.
and you’re watching right now.”
he turned to the team.
“narrow it down. kira saw this live broadcast. check viewership regions… highest in korea during that time slot.
kira is definitely in the kanto region? no.
wait.
the decoy spoke in japanese, but the timing…
actually, the first deaths were korean-focused.
but this broadcast was worldwide.
yet kira reacted instantly.
probability kira is in korea: now 95%.”
he ate another candy.
“also… he killed someone condemning him directly.
kira has a god complex.
childish, almost.
arrogant.”
felix turned off the tv.
heart pounding.
not fear.
thrill.
“he figured it out. the regions. the police access.”
chan floated closer. “L’s good. this game’s getting spicy.”
felix leaned back, fingers tracing the death note cover.
“yes. but i’m better.”
he began planning countermeasures.
fake alibis. timed deaths to mislead.
and quietly, he started researching L.
who was this detective that saw through him so quickly?
across the ocean, hyunjin stared at a new screen.
photos of potential suspects.
university students with high intellect.
police family connections.
one photo lingered.
felix lee.
perfect record.
son of a police official? no.
but… something about the eyes.
“probability you’re involved…” hyunjin murmured.
“5%.”
for now.
the game had truly begun. neither god nor detective knew how close they were already dancing.
chapter 4 : the price of pursuit
the task force was exhausted.
days blurred into nights in the dimly lit hotel headquarters. empty coffee cups stacked like towers, screens flickering with endless data, the air sweet and heavy from hyunjin’s constant trays of cakes, cookies, and candies.
they’d narrowed kira’s location further after the lind L. tailor death.
“kira reacted instantly to a worldwide broadcast, but the heaviest concentration of early killings was in korea. the time of the first major wave aligns perfectly with korean evenings.”
hyunjin sat slouched in his chair, legs tucked under him, messy black hair falling over dark-ringed eyes. a strawberry lollipop clicked softly against his teeth as he spoke.
“probability kira is located in korea: 98%.
probability kira has access to information available only to police: 95%.”
chief so ichiro rubbed his temples. “then there is a leak. someone in the korean police—”
“or,” hyunjin interrupted gently, “kira is connected to someone in the police. a family member. a friend. or kira himself is gathering information another way.”
he reached for a slice of strawberry cake, eating it with his fingers.
“to confirm, i have arranged a test.”
secretly, without informing the full task force (trust was already fragile), hyunjin contacted the fbi through secure channels.
twelve highly trained agents were dispatched to korea.
no official records linking them to the kira case.
their cover: ordinary tourists, businessmen, exchange students.
their real mission: investigate potential suspects in korea; high-intelligence university students, individuals with access to police data, anyone who fits the emerging profile.
they spread out across seoul.
some enrolled temporarily at universities.
some tailed police officials.
some simply observed.
all reported back only to L.
felix noticed the shift almost immediately.
not the agents themselves at first.
but the pattern.
chan floated into his apartment one evening, grinning wide, apple juice dripping down his chin.
“hey kid, big news. L’s not playing nice anymore. sent twelve fbi agents sniffing around korea. they’re watching universities, police stations… even pretty boys with perfect grades.”
felix was at his desk, death note open, pen poised over a fresh page.
he didn’t look up right away.
just let the words sink in.
“fbi agents.”
his voice was soft. melodic.
dangerous.
chan crunched loudly. “yep. L’s trying to prove his leak theory. if you kill them, he knows you’re getting police info somehow. if you don’t… well, they might find you.”
felix closed the notebook slowly.
turned in his chair to face the shinigami.
a small smile played on his lips.
angelic.
deadly.
“then i’ll give him exactly what he wants.”
over the next week, felix worked meticulously.
he started small.
planted fake tips through anonymous online forums; hints about “suspicious foreigners asking questions.”
korean police, already paranoid about kira, investigated.
interacted with several agents.
“accidental” photos were taken during routine checks.
files were created.
and felix… accessed them.
hacking had become second nature.
layers of proxies, encrypted tunnels, backdoors he’d built himself.
one by one, he collected names.
faces.
twelve in total.
he memorized them.
tested one privately first, a minor criminal whose death wouldn’t raise flags.
then, when he was sure.
he planned the show.
a popular live evening program in korea, high viewership, nationwide.
he hijacked it effortlessly.
the broadcast was midway through a silly game segment when the screen glitched.
cut to black.
then crimson text appeared.
bold.
simple.
“to the foreign investigators who have entered my country uninvited.
you are not welcome.
your pursuit insults the justice i bring.
leave korea immediately.
or face judgment.
—kira”
the anchor returned, confused, apologizing for “technical difficulties.”
but the message had aired.
live.
nationwide.
in the task force room, chaos erupted.
“he knows!”
“how does he know about the agents?!”
chief so ichiro stood. “this confirms the leak—”
hyunjin raised a hand gently.
everyone quieted.
he was eating a chocolate donut slowly, sugar dusting his lips.
“wait.”
his eyes never left the screen.
“this is deliberate.
kira wants us to see this.
he could have killed quietly.
instead, he announces.”
minutes passed.
tense.
silent.
then the first report came in.
an fbi agent—found dead in his hotel room.
heart attack.
no struggle.
then another.
five minutes later.
then another.
timed perfectly.
every few minutes.
reports flooded secure channels.
twelve agents.
twelve deaths.
all heart attacks.
all within the span of an hour.
all after watching the same live broadcast.
the task force room was deathly quiet.
one detective whispered, “he… he killed twelve fbi agents. on purpose. to send a message.”
chief so ichiro’s face was pale. “this is war.”
hyunjin didn’t speak for a long moment.
just stared at the list of names.
twelve names.
crossed out.
he licked sugar from his fingers slowly.
then spoke.
“no. this is a confirmation.
kira knew about the agents.
found their names and faces.
killed them publicly to prove a point.
‘do not interfere.’
support for kira will skyrocket in korea now. nationalism mixed with fear.
crime will drop even lower.”
he turned to the team.
his voice was calm.
almost admiring.
“kira is arrogant.
childish.
but brilliant.
he turned my test against me.
now we know for certain: kira can obtain information rapidly.
and he is willing to kill anyone who opposes him directly.”
he reached for another lollipop.
“from this moment, we trust no one outside this room. all communication encrypted. and we relocate the investigation fully to korea if needed.
kira thinks he has scared us away.
but the game has only become more interesting.”
he tilted his head.
“probability that kira is a young male, likely university age, with superior intellect and possible connection to law enforcement: 83%.
probability that kira enjoys this: 99%.”
back in seoul.
felix sat on his couch.
tv off.
death note closed on the coffee table.
his breathing was steady.
but his cheeks were flushed.
eyes bright.
the rush.
the absolute control.
twelve lives.
ended with his pen.
to protect his world.
chan floated upside down, laughing deeply.
“hyuk hyuk hyuk! that was brutal, kid. twelve fbi guys gone just like that. L’s gotta be fuming under that calm face.”
felix leaned back, closing his eyes.
a soft smile.
“good.
let him come closer.
i’ll be ready.”
he stood.
walked to the window.
looked out over the city lights.
“this is my world now.
anyone who tries to take it…
will pay the price.”
far away, hyunjin stared at updated suspect files.
hundreds of names narrowed to dozens.
university students in seoul.
top grades.
clean records.
one photo caught his eye longer than the others.
felix lee.
golden hair.
freckles.
perfect smile.
son of a respected (but retired) police official? no.
but access somehow.
something about the timing.
the brilliance.
hyunjin crunched his lollipop.
whispered to the empty room.
“are you the one, felix lee?
probability…
8%.”
for now.
but rising.
the cat-and-mouse game had escalated.
neither knew how personal it would soon become.
chapter 5 : eyes of devotion
the world had changed.
crime rates plummeted. streets felt safer at night. people whispered kira’s name like a prayer or a curse, depending on who they were.
supporters grew bolder, secret fan sites, graffiti of the stylized “K”, even merchandise underground.
in seoul, life continued on the surface.
but beneath, the task force struggled.
after the fbi massacre, trust shattered.
several members quit, fearing for their lives.
“i have a family,” one said, packing his bags. “kira knows everything.”
chief so ichiro tried to hold them together.
only four remained besides hyunjin.
they worked in silence now, more paranoid than ever.
hyunjin didn’t seem bothered.
he sat slouched as always, building sugar cube towers, eyes scanning data.
“probability kira will make a mistake soon: 14%.
he is too confident after the agents.
arrogance leads to errors.”
he popped a gummy bear into his mouth.
“we wait.
and we watch korea closer.”
in a different part of seoul, far from universities and police stations, lived a girl who was about to change everything.
you.
everyone knew your name—or at least your stage name.
y/n, the rising idol sensation.
twenty, stunningly beautiful, with long silky hair often tied in twin tails, big doe eyes framed by perfect lashes, skin that glowed under stage lights, and a body that drove fans wild: slim hourglass figure, tiny waist, long legs, subtle curves in all the right places.
you were the ultimate goth-lolita princess, frilly black dresses, chokers, platform boots, cute but edgy.
your group was climbing charts fast, but you were the standout: the one magazines called “the face of the new generation.”
fans screamed your name at concerts.
photobooks sold out in minutes.
but behind the smiles and waves, you carried a shadow.
two years ago, your parents were killed.
a random robbery gone wrong.
the man responsible? a career criminal with connections.
he walked free.
technicality.
evidence “lost.”
you smiled on stage, but inside, you burned.
justice failed you.
until kira appeared.
you remembered the first time you heard about him.
a criminal dying of a heart attack, the same man who killed your family.
you were in your dressing room, makeup half-done, when the news alert popped on your phone.
you stared.
then tears came.
not sad.
relieved.
“thank you…” you whispered to no one.
from that day, you followed every kira death.
every broadcast.
you collected articles secretly.
drew little “K” symbols in your private journal.
kira wasn’t a murderer.
he was a god.
your god.
the one who saw evil and punished it when no one else would.
the one who avenged you.
one evening, after a long photoshoot, you returned to your luxury dorm, paid for by your rising fame, all pink and black decor, frilly curtains, plushies everywhere mixed with goth posters.
you kicked off your heels, collapsed on your bed in your tiny black dress, phone in hand.
scrolling kira fan forums anonymously.
your secret account.
“he saved me,” you typed once, but deleted it.
too risky.
instead, you watched old clips of his broadcasts.
that distorted voice.
“i am kira… this is the new world…”
your heart raced.
cheeks flushed.
he was perfect.
brave.
powerful.
you wanted to meet him.
to thank him.
to… belong to him.
“if only i could help you,” you murmured, hugging a pillow to your chest.
“i’d do anything for you, kira…”
chan, floating invisibly in felix’s apartment across the city, suddenly perked up mid-apple bite.
“hey kid.”
felix was at his desk, researching the remaining task force members carefully.
“what?”
chan grinned widely.
“there’s another death note in the human world now.
second one this year.”
felix’s pen stopped.
“another?”
“yep. dropped it for fun a while back. some girl picked it up recently.
cute one. idol type. obsessed with you already.”
felix leaned back.
eyes narrowing.
then curious.
“obsessed?”
chan laughed. “hyuk hyuk. yeah. thinks you’re her savior. parents killed, you took care of the guy. now she’s all heart-eyes for kira.”
felix’s lips curved.
“interesting.
does she know how to use it?”
chan shrugged. “not yet. but shinigami are lazy. hers will explain soon enough.”
felix stared at the ceiling.
a second kira.
potential ally.
or threat.
either way…
useful.
in your dorm, the air grew cold.
you sat up suddenly.
the lights flickered.
then, a voice, female, amused, raspy.
“heya, cutie.”
you turned.
and screamed.
a shinigami hovered there, tall, feminine but monstrous, wild hair, wings, grinning sharply.
but somehow… stylish? black leather, chains.
“relaxxx,” she said, floating closer. “name’s rem. i’m yours now. or rather, you’re mine. congrats on finding my death note.”
you backed against the headboard, heart pounding.
“d-death note?”
rem pointed to your drawer where you’d hidden the black notebook you’d found weeks ago on a rainy walk home.
it had fallen just like in stories.
you thought it was a prank at first.
but kept it.
because it felt… right.
rem explained everything.
rules.
power.
shinigami eyes.
your eyes widened with every word.
“so i can… kill anyone? by writing names?”
“yep. just like your precious kira.”
you gasped.
“kira has one too?!”
rem tilted her head. “obviously. he’s the original lately. big deal in our world now.”
you clutched your sheets.
then a slow, breathtaking smile spread across your pretty face.
“then… i can help him.
i can prove my love.”
rem watched, amused.
“love, huh? humans are funny.”
you jumped out of bed, rushing to the drawer.
pulled out the second death note.
opened it with trembling, excited hands.
“tell me everything.
i need to meet him.
to serve him.
kira is my god…
and i’ll be his perfect devotee.”
far away, felix felt something shift.
like the world just tilted in his favor.
chan crunched his apple.
“this is gonna be hilarious, kid.
or dangerous.
maybe both.”
felix smiled softly.
“we’ll see.”
the stage was set for something new.
a god about to meet his most devoted worshipper.
chapter 6 : a message in blood
y/n as misa amane
felix noticed on the third day.
one of his scheduled targets died six hours early.
not a heart attack.
suicide by hanging, after carving “kira is god” into his own arm.
the next day, another.
a gang leader electrocuted in his bath, chest sliced with a perfect “K”.
then a corrupt judge, leaping from his balcony with a handwritten note: “thank you kira for your justice.”
all criminals on felix’s list.
all flashy.
all praising him.
felix sat motionless at his desk, screens glowing in the dark.
death note closed beside him.
“someone else is killing.”
chan hovered close, grinning sharp.
“second kira’s awake, kid. that idol girl. she’s leaving you love letters in blood.”
felix’s fingers tightened on the pen.
“she’s using my name.”
“loves you,” chan corrected, crunching an apple. “rem says she kisses the notebook every night. calls it ‘my kira’.”
a pause.
felix’s eyes darkened.
then sparked.
“show me the pattern.”
that evening, you sat cross-legged on your pink bed, frilly black skirt fanned around your slim thighs, death note open in your lap.
big doe eyes fixed on the page.
rem floated nearby.
“he noticed yet?”
you smiled, sweet, dangerous.
“he will.”
you wrote another name.
a famous tv anchor who mocked kira on air.
details: tomorrow, live broadcast. confesses his lies on camera, then heart attack, final words: “kira, i was wrong. you are justice.”
you pressed the pen to your lips.
“see me, kira.
feel me.”
the next day, the world watched it happen.
live.
the anchor broke down mid-sentence.
confessed everything.
thanked kira.
collapsed.
dead.
social media ignited.
“second kira real??”
“they’re working together!”
in the task force room, hyunjin froze.
lollipop falling from his mouth.
“no.
this isn’t our kira.
too emotional.
too eager.
someone is trying to impress him.”
he turned, voice low.
“second kira confirmed.
and they’re in love with the first.”
felix watched the footage three times.
the confession.
the thanks.
directed at him.
his pulse quickened.
not fear.
something hotter.
“bold.”
chan laughed. “she’s screaming for you, kid.”
felix opened his death note.
wrote carefully.
a minor criminal.
death tomorrow, 3:33 pm.
falls from roof after arranging pebbles below to spell: “PROVE IT.”
subtle.
only another note user would understand the control.
I posted about this in the stayblr community, but I figured I post it here as well!
I am thinking about collaborate with someone for kinktober! This would be my first kinktober as I started writing on Tumblr in April.
I know not everyone write smut or suggestive content, so if your tagged in this and not interested, that's okay! But...... if you ARE interested please dm me :)
I will probably just collaborate with one person for Kinktober but if anything we can also set up collabs for other months or events!
I'm tagging my moots just in case, but anyone's welcome!
If you want to take a look at my work to see if you would be interested , my master list is here
hi i love your dark concepts, i was wondering if you could do a DARK smut with multiple members? whichever you choose are fine, maybe chanlix or minchan? maybe a yandere smut or kidnapping?? :))
♡ being the play-thing of psychotic (eldest) hyung-line ♡
psychotic bang chan/lee minho x afab reader | dead dove | nsfw (MDNI)
p.s. i hope this is to your liking, anon!
⚠︎ tw: non-con elements (i.e. forced orgasms, forced exhibitionism), physical violence, pet play
You were always warned to never be trusting of strangers; that you're gambling with your life whenever your guard is down and your heart is open. The darkest intentions often hide behind the prettiest of smiles and the doe-iest of eyes, and yet, you still fell for Chan's and Minho's charms. So when the two men invite you to their lavish mansion on the outskirts of town for a night of drinking and good conversation, you happily accept.
That night, as you nurse your cool glass of Pinot Grigio, you can't help but notice how beautiful the two men look under the soft glow of the chandeliers hanging above—how well they complement one another, and how their gazes are locked on you so intensely, it's slightly unnerving. It's your last coherent thought before your eyes grow heavier and Chan's and Minho's voices sound distant. Dizziness washes over you, and just before the glass slips from your fingers, you realize...
You had gambled and lost. ˏˋ° ♱ *⁀➷
『 ↳♡･ﾟbreaking-in their new toy ೃ ♱
Psychotic Chan and psychotic Minho are meticulous in their shared obsession with you, deriving pleasure from controlling every aspect of your existence, starting with the dismantling of your bodily autonomy. They are devoted to breaking and possessing you entirely, using a variety of disturbing rituals and methods to ensure you serve your purpose as the perfect toy.
How it begins...
You awake in a dimly lit room, naked with your limbs tied tightly to the posts of a bed. Chan approaches first with a calm demeanor and a façade of gentleness. He caresses your tear-streaked face, whispering false assurances before moving his hands lower. His touch is slow, cold, and calculating. He speaks softly, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he and Minho needs you, all while ignoring your loud pleas to stop.
"Your screams are so pretty, baby. Too bad no one will hear them; this room is soundproof, after all."
Minho watches from the corner of the room, a smirk on his lips and his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. When Chan signals, Minho finally steps forward and approaches. He roughly grabs your inner thigh, his grip bruising your skin.
"You're gonna be good for us, and in return, we'll make you feel good too."
『 ↳♡･ﾟdaddy-kitten dynamic ೃ ♱
Chan and Minho revel in the power and control they have over you—their personal play-thing, their little kitten. This manifests in a twisted daddy-kitten dynamic, where your submission is not only expected but brutally enforced.
psychotic!chan is calculating; he enjoys toying with your mind and forcing you to submit through psychological manipulation. His orders are clear and absolute, and any hint of disobedience is met with severe punishment.
psychotic!minho prefers to be the enforcer, using his strength to dominate, leaving bruises and welts on your skin as reminders of their control. Minho loves the sight of your tears and your desperate, pathetic pleas for mercy.
How is this dynamic enforced...?
collaring and leashing: Chan gets you a custom-made collar, the first of many to come. The leather collar is baby pink (because, according to him, all kittens love that color) and is adorned with a golden pendant that reads: "Minchan's Little Kitten". He attaches a matching leash, leading you around and forcing you to perform degrading tasks. Whenever you're disobedient or hesitant to perform a task, Chan's favorite thing to do is choke you by pulling tightly on your leash.
"I know, kitten, I know. You can't breathe, right? That's because you didn't listen. The directions were fucking clear, weren't they? On the floor with your face down, ass up and arched, knees spread far apart, and hands holding your cheeks open. Now, let's try again, kitten."
impact play: Minho uses whips, paddles, and his hands to discipline you, and his strikes are always precise and powerful. The pain is a reminder of your place, and the bruises and welts left behind are a testament to your complete submission. Minho loves putting you over his lap and spanking your bare ass and pussy with repeated heavy-handed strikes.
"God, you're pathetic. Crying like a big baby, yet your pussy is just as wet as your face. Begging for me to stop, but your pussy is drooling all over my slacks. You're enjoying this, huh? You're a sick little kitty. Only sick kittens would enjoy being punished like this."
edging and denial: Chan takes pleasure in edging you to the point of tears, bringing you repeatedly to the brink of orgasm before cruelly denying you release until you're nothing but a trembling, desperate mess. He enjoys using a variety of toys—clit lickers, vibrating nipple clamps, fuck machines—to force these orgasms from you. He loves watching your body writhe around helplessly as tears bead in your eyes and drool slips from your parted lips.
"Bratty kittens like you don't deserve to cum. Sob all the fuck you want; it changes nothing. I don't care how red and swollen your pussy gets, or how much your tummy cramps—you haven't shown that you deserve to cum. That's not how kittens get what they want."
forced exhibitionism: As much as they enjoy sharing you between just themselves, they especially love making you perform in front of their closest friends to further shame and degrade you. Donning nothing more than cat ears, a collar, and a skimpy bra and panty set, every touch and forced orgasm is witnessed by six additional pairs of eyes. It's humiliating being seen like this, even more so to be repeatedly creaming and squirting and moaning from the attention of so many mouths, hands, and cocks. With all your holes properly stuffed and filled, how can you form coherent thoughts of shame or embarrassment?
"Look how cock-drunk you are, y/n. Mmm, you're completely ruined, kitty. You definitely belong to us now. Who else would want a mind-broken, cock-obsessed, slutty kitten like you, hm? Who else is gonna appreciate your filthy, stretched out cunt, huh? You were clearly made for us, and us alone."
I just discovered your blog and wow (the good kind). If it's ok I was hoping if I could be the 🦋 anon. Also I hope you're taking care of yourself. Stay safe and big hugs.
hiiii !!!! IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY BLOG 💟 and yes you may be one of my anons !!!
If you don't mind, can you write something about the reader having dyscalculia and ot8!skz helping Fem!reader cope with it? I have it myself, and people around me don't really pay attention to it. It's totally okay if not!!
I hope you are doing okay, lots of love :]
- 🪷
can you tell me more about dyscalculia ? i would love to write about something like this, but before i write anything id like to be informed about it. i don’t want to end up writing something inaccurate :( …
summary : you're currently in a new girl group underneath jyp entertainment ! your group is performing well on charts, you have a stable fanbase, and many bops to listen to! you try your best to avoid dating scandals for the sake of your reputation and status but it's all ruined by a very popular group of boys.
pairings : ot8!skz ♡ femidol!reader !
warnings : heavy on smut, sexualization & objectification, perversion, obsession, taboo / dark concepts (for some members, not all !) , mental physical / health issues (depression, anxiety, etc.), coercion, unsolicited pictures, more to be announced.
notes : i am having so much fun writing this and creating ideas for this. you have no fucking idea.
the day of 4ura’s debut had finally arrived, a culmination of years of hard work, dreams, and relentless dedication. the air buzzed with excitement as fans gathered, eagerly anticipating the first glimpse of jyp entertainment’s newest girl group. their debut album, “feel,” promised a unique blend of songs that showcased their diverse talents, with the title track “salty & sweet” leading the charge.
the album, a carefully curated collection, included tracks like “nobody knows”, “underwater”, “diorama”, “colouring”, “candy crush”, “bamboleo”, “rewind”, and “perfect 10”. each song was chosen to highlight the group’s vocal prowess, dynamic choreography, and unique charm.
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as the lights dimmed and the intro to “salty & sweet” began, y/n, olivia, minjeong, and autumn took their places on stage. the music pulsed through the speakers, and the girls moved with a synchronicity that spoke of countless hours spent perfecting their performance. y/n’s voice soared, carrying the emotional weight of the song, while olivia’s electrifying dance moves captivated the audience. minjeong’s presence was mesmerizing, her visual appeal enhancing the performance, and autumn’s powerful rap delivery added an edge that completed the group’s dynamic sound.
throughout the performance, the emotions were palpable. y/n’s eyes shone with determination and a touch of nervous excitement, while olivia’s energy was infectious, drawing the audience into the performance. minjeong’s grace and confidence radiated, and autumn’s intensity underscored the group’s commitment to making a lasting impression.
as the final notes of “salty & sweet” echoed in the venue, the audience erupted into applause. the girls exchanged relieved and elated glances, the weight of their debut moment lifting as they soaked in the adoration of their new fans. backstage, the atmosphere was electric with celebration and a sense of accomplishment.
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while they were catching their breath and reveling in the afterglow of their successful debut, they ran into the members of stray kids. bang chan, the leader of stray kids, approached y/n with a warm smile.
“hey, y/n!! you guys did fucking insane. this is probably one of the best debut stages of our generation..” bang chan said, his voice full of genuine admiration.
y/n, still slightly breathless, smiled back as her cheeks heated up slightly. “thank you so much, chan! it means a lot coming from you.”
bang chan nodded, his eyes reflecting his sincerity. “you all really brought the energy and emotion to the stage. i could tell how much heart you put into it.”
y/n felt a surge of pride and gratitude. “we really wanted to make a strong impression. it’s been a long journey to get here.”
bang chan chuckled. “trust me, i know the feeling. but you guys nailed it. welcome to the family, 4ura.”
with that, the stray kids members offered their congratulations and words of encouragement, further solidifying the camaraderie within the jyp family. as y/n and her groupmates basked in the support of their peers, they knew this was just the beginning of an incredible journey. with their debut performance behind them and the world at their feet, 4ura was ready to take on the k-pop world, one stage at a time.
as the initial excitement of their debut began to settle, y/n found herself lingering on bang chan’s words of encouragement. she had always admired stray kids for their relentless work ethic, musical versatility, and the genuine camaraderie they shared both on and off stage. bang chan, in particular, stood out to her as a figure of leadership and creativity, someone she deeply respected.
as the group continued mingling with the stray kids members, y/n couldn’t help but feel a growing desire to get to know them better. she admired their ability to stay grounded despite their success and often looked to them as role models during her trainee days. now, standing in the same room, she felt an opportunity to bridge the gap between admiration and friendship.
gathering her courage, y/n approached bang chan once more. “chan, i wanted to say again how much your support means to me and the group. i’ve been a huge fan of stray kids since my trainee days. your music and the way you lead the group… it’s really inspiring.”
bang chan smiled, clearly touched by her words. “thank you, y/n. that means a lot. we all started somewhere, and seeing new groups like 4ura debut with such passion is a reminder of why we do what we do.”
feeling a surge of confidence, y/n took a deep breath and continued, “i was wondering, since we’re labelmates and all, if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime? maybe we could grab coffee or something in the building? i’d love to learn more about your experiences and get to know you and the other members better.”
bang chan’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “that sounds great! i’m sure the other guys would love to join too. we could definitely use a break and some good company. how about tomorrow afternoon? there’s a great café in the building that we often hang out at.”
y/n’s heart raced with excitement and relief. “tomorrow afternoon sounds perfect. I’ll let the girls know too. thanks, chan!”
as they wrapped up their conversation, y/n felt a renewed sense of anticipation. the chance to bond with bang chan and the other stray kids members was an unexpected but welcome opportunity. she hoped that these small moments of connection would pave the way for lasting friendships within the jyp family.
with a successful debut and the promise of new friendships on the horizon, y/n felt ready to take on whatever challenges and adventures lay ahead. the support and camaraderie within jyp entertainment were already proving to be invaluable, and she looked forward to growing not just as an artist, but as part of a larger, supportive community.
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the next afternoon, the jyp building buzzed with its usual energy, but for y/n, the anticipation of meeting stray kids for coffee added an extra layer of excitement. as she and her groupmates, olivia, minjeong, and autumn, made their way to the café, they chatted about the debut and the positive feedback they had received.
when they arrived, they saw bang chan and a few stray kids members already seated, waving them over with welcoming smiles. y/n’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted chan, his easygoing demeanor putting her at ease.
“hey, guys!” chan greeted them warmly. “glad you could make it. these are han, felix, and changbin.”
after exchanging introductions and settling into their seats, the conversation flowed naturally. they discussed everything from their training days to favorite foods, laughing and sharing stories. as the afternoon progressed, y/n found herself drawn to chan’s infectious energy and genuine interest in their debut experience.
at one point, as the others were engaged in a lively discussion about dance routines, chan turned to y/n. “so, y/n, how are you feeling after the debut? must be quite a whirlwind, huh?”
y/n nodded, her eyes sparkling. “it’s been amazing, but also overwhelming. there’s so much to take in. but having supportive colleagues like you makes it all feel a bit easier.”
chan’s gaze softened. “i’m glad to hear that. You did an incredible job. your vocals were just… wow.”
y/n felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. “thank you, chan. that means a lot coming from you.”
chan leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “you know, i was really impressed with how you handled the stage. it’s not easy to command an audience like that on your first try.”
their eyes locked, and y/n felt a flutter in her stomach. “thanks, chan. i’ve always looked up to you and the guys. your performances are always so captivating.”
a mischievous glint appeared in chan’s eyes. “well, if you ever want some tips or just hang out more, you’re always welcome to drop by my studio. in fact, i was planning to work on some new music later tonight. want to join me?”
y/n’s heart raced at the invitation. “i’d love that. what time?”
chan smiled, a hint of playfulness in his expression. “how about 9 pm? i’ll be there. we can grab some snacks and see where the night takes us.”
“sounds perfect,” y/n replied, her voice steady despite the excitement bubbling within her.
the rest of the coffee meet-up continued with lighthearted banter and shared laughter, but y/n’s thoughts kept drifting to the upcoming studio session. as they parted ways, chan gave her a quick, reassuring wink, solidifying the connection they had made.
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later that night, y/n arrived at the studio at 9 PM sharp. the building was quieter now, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a serene stillness. she knocked softly on the studio door, and it opened to reveal chan, who greeted her with a warm smile.
“hey, y/n. come on in,” he said, stepping aside to let her enter. the studio was cozy, filled with various instruments, sound equipment, and a few personal touches that made it uniquely Chan’s space.
“wow, this place is amazing,” y/n said, looking around in awe.
“thanks,” Chan replied, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “it’s my little creative haven. make yourself comfortable.”
they settled in, and chan began showing y/n some of the tracks he was working on. as they chatted about music and life, the atmosphere grew more relaxed and intimate.
“you know, i’ve always wanted to collaborate with someone as talented as you,” chan said, his tone sincere.
y/n felt a warmth spread through her. “that means a lot, chan. i’ve always admired your work. this feels like a dream.”
“well, let’s make it a reality,” chan replied, his eyes twinkling. “how about we start with some melodies and see where it takes us?”
they spent the next few hours lost in music, their creative energies blending seamlessly. between takes and discussions, their conversations grew more personal, filled with laughter and shared stories.
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as the night deepened, the cozy ambiance of chan’s studio, coupled with the soothing melodies they were creating, began to take its toll on y/n. she stifled a yawn, trying to stay focused on the lyrics they were working on. chan noticed and chuckled softly.
“feeling tired?” he asked gently, his voice a comforting murmur.
y/n shook her head slightly, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “a little. it’s been a long day, but i don’t want to stop just yet.”
chan smiled, appreciating her determination. “how about we take a short break? i can make us some coffee.”
“that sounds great,” y/n replied, grateful for the suggestion.
as chan moved to the small kitchenette in the corner of the studio, y/n leaned back on the plush couch, closing her eyes for just a moment. the soft hum of the equipment and the faint melodies still playing lulled her into a state of relaxation.
by the time chan returned with two steaming mugs of coffee, he found y/n fast asleep, her head resting against the back of the couch, her breathing steady and peaceful. he set the mugs down quietly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he watched her.
“guess you really were tired,” he whispered to himself, not wanting to wake her.
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in the darkness of the space, y/n fluttered her eyes open, the clock saying 4 am. still feeling drowsy and exhausted from being constantly occupied with her group’s debut, she looked over at chan’s sleeping body and a sudden flare of lust gleamed in her large seraphic eyes.
quietly, y/n slinked at the foot of the couch, biting her bottom lip while pulling down chan’s pants and trunks altogether. the mere view made the y/n’s mouth water as her body shook in anticipation.
with quivering lips, y/n started licking and coating the chan’s length with her saliva, getting themselves excited as well. her eyes peered up as they carefully engulfed chan’s hardening member and started to bob their head slowly.
feeling already wet, y/n started to touch herself, emitting some feeble moans against the shaft. soon out of breath and yearning for something more, y/n panted as quietly as possible with their head resting on chan’s thigh.
“who told you to stop?” y/n, the girl who froze like a deer in headlights and then looked up at chan’s smirking face. “you wanted to ride my cock like a slut, didn't you. you couldn't even wait for me to wake up, huh. or maybe you find my sleeping face hot?”
gulping at chan’s harsh, husky voice, y/n then started licking the tip of the throbbing length. a yelp escaped their lips when the dom suddenly pushed their head down till the shaft reached the back of their throat. “now you finish what you started.”
y/n gagged softly around chan’s cock, pulling away swiftly before stroking his length up and down with her delicate hands.
“ugh.. i need you in me so bad!!” y/n cried out as she got back up, sitting herself down on his lap before pulling her skirt up, moving her cotton white panties aside exposing her soaked cunt.
chan chuckles maliciously, grabbing his phone and hitting the record button on his phone.
“show the people how much of a fucking slut you are. your fans could never imagine how much of a whore you are for attention like this..” he breathes out behind the camera.
y/n slowly sat herself down on his cock. he had the perfect amount of girth and length, it felt so delicious in her little tummy.
chan grabs her body and slams her back against the leather couch, he kept his phone in his hand as he thrusts into her slippery cunt at an animalistic pace.
a little y/n, fucked dumb laid beneath her senior almost like a doll. high pitched screams and whimpers escaped her mouth as she arched her back against the couch; and seeing them as such was pure achievement for chan.
their hips slammed forward consistently, rough thrusts unstopping despite y/n’s state — in fact, the very view only encouraged chan to treat them more belligerently.
chan watched how the female idol’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, almost as if she was lifeless. she was in euphoria. she had been dreaming about this moment.
it was utter entertainment for chan knowing his admirer was too immersed in their pleasure and too dumb to talk back, taking the very opportunity to spit on them and degrade them while filming every moment.
“i can’t wait to see what more you have in that little pretty mind of yours, my little idol.”
summary : you're currently in a new girl group underneath jyp entertainment ! your group is performing well on charts, you have a stable fanbase, and many bops to listen to! you try your best to avoid dating scandals for the sake of your reputation and status but it's all ruined by a very popular group of boys.
pairings : ot8!skz ♡ femidol!reader !
warnings : no smut in this chapter ; heavy on smut, sexualization & objectification, perversion, obsession, taboo / dark concepts (for some members, not all !) , mental physical / health issues (depression, anxiety, etc.), coercion, unsolicited pictures, more to be announced.
notes : hiii !!!! i am currently in guangdong… ive been traveling so much lately, sorry for the lack of content. THIS IS JUST AN INTRO CHAPTER!
in the bustling heart of seoul’s entertainment scene, amidst the glittering promise of fame and the relentless pursuit of dreams, there exists a young talent whose voice echoes with the power to stir souls. her name is song y/n, a gifted vocalist whose journey to becoming a k-pop sensation began with a passion for music that bloomed in her hometown.
from an early age, y/n’s voice enchanted audiences, drawing praise for its depth and emotional resonance. encouraged by her family’s unwavering support, she embarked on a path that led her to jyp entertainment, where her talent would be nurtured and polished to perfection. in the rigorous world of k-pop training, y/n’s dedication and natural ability set her apart, particularly her ability to convey emotion through every lyric and melody.
selected for her exceptional vocal skills, y/n found herself among the chosen few to join 4ura, a newly formed girl group at jyp entertainment. with three other members, each bringing their own strengths to the table, 4ura aimed to carve out a place in the competitive landscape of k-pop. for y/n, being part of 4ura wasn’t just about achieving stardom; it was about fulfilling a lifelong dream and sharing her music with the world.
as rehearsals filled her days and anticipation fueled her nights, song y/n stood on the brink of a future she had once only dared to imagine. with determination in her heart and the power of her voice as her guide, she was poised to make her mark as not just an idol, but as an artist whose presence on stage would resonate far beyond the lights of seoul.
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at the forefront stands y/n song, the group’s main vocalist hailing from the vibrant streets of new york city. blessed with a voice that effortlessly transcends genres, y/n’s journey to stardom is a testament to years of dedication and an unyielding commitment to her craft.
beside her is olivia wong, the group’s main dancer, whose electrifying moves reflect her upbringing in the bustling metropolis of hong kong. with a dance style that blends precision and grace, olivia brings a dynamic energy to 4ura’s performances, captivating audiences with every fluid motion.
adding to the group’s allure is minjeong kim, renowned as 4ura’s visual, drawing inspiration from the natural beauty of jeju island. with a magnetic presence that commands attention, minjeong’s ethereal charm and captivating gaze make her an undeniable visual powerhouse within the group.
completing this quartet of talent is autumn yang, the group’s main rapper with roots tracing back to the sun-drenched shores of california. autumn’s sharp lyricism and charismatic delivery bring a fresh perspective to 4ura’s music, adding depth and diversity to their sound.
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beyond their individual talents, 4ura thrives within the supportive community of jyp entertainment, fostering close relationships with labelmates nmixx, stray kids, itzy, and twice. from collaborative performances that electrify audiences to backstage camaraderie that strengthens their bonds, 4ura and their fellow jyp artists form a tight-knit family united by a shared passion for music and a drive to push boundaries.
as they prepare to debut on stages both local and global, 4ura stands poised to make an indelible mark in the world of k-pop. with their unique blend of talent, charisma, and ambition, they are ready to carve out a place among the stars, promising a future where their music will resonate far and wide, leaving an unforgettable imprint on the hearts of fans everywhere.
everything is so perfect right now. what could possibly ruin this beautiful moment?
summary : you're currently in a new girl group underneath jyp entertainment ! your group is performing well on charts, you have a stable fanbase, and many bops to listen to! you try your best to avoid dating scandals for the sake of your reputation and status but it's all ruined by a very popular group of boys.
release date : first chapter published on july 4th.
featuring : stray kids & oc girlgroup.
warnings : heavy on smut, sexualization & objectification, perversion, obsession, taboo / dark concepts (for some members, not all !) , mental physical / health issues (depression, anxiety, etc.), coercion, unsolicited pictures, more to be announced.
notes : hiiii !!! i am finally teasing my first ever series on this blog ! i am having so much planning this out, and i hope you guys enjoy the work i will put out soon <3 !
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Or even telling you to put your feet on him while you stand off the couch, leaning over and rubbing the sole of your shoe on him, almost like youre trying to put out a cigarette on the concrete
