Sena Hovetz x Fem! Reader (ONESHOT)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 1,151 words ; Yandere Sena ; Mutual Devotion ; Kidnapping.
You sat on the bleachers, your eyes locked onto her. Sena was poetry in motion. Her body bent at impossible, fluid angles, a living ribbon of muscle and grace. She threw a shimmering pink hoop high into the rafters, executed a flawless triple turn, and caught it blindly behind her back, landing in a perfect split.
She didn't look at the imaginary judges. She looked straight at you.
Her blue eyes were bright, blown-out, and intensely focused. When Sena smiled, it wasn't the practiced, sparkling smile she gave the Olympic committees. It was sharp. Hungry.
"Did you like that, my love?" Sena breathed, walking toward you. She didn't look tired, even after a four-hour training session. She looked energized by your mere presence.
"You were amazing, Sena," you said, reaching for your water bottle. "As always."
Before your fingers could touch the plastic, Sena was there. She caught your wrist. Her grip wasn’t violent, but it was absolute—a band of steel wrapped in satin. Her skin was warm, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made her smell like vanilla and ozone.
"I did it all for you," she whispered, leaning down so her face was inches from yours. Her chest heaved against her tight, rhinestoned leotard. "Every stretch, every bruise, every routine. If you aren't watching, I don't exist."
You swallowed hard. Sena’s affection had always been intense, but lately, the lines between dedication and delusion had entirely blurred. She had started showing up at your apartment unannounced. She had bought you clothes, jewelry, even a brand-new phone—claiming she just wanted her girl to have the best. But when you tried to go out with other friends, those friends mysteriously canceled, terrified by vague, threatening messages they refused to show you.
"Sena, you should rest," you murmured, your heart fluttering in a confusing mix of fear and deep, intoxicating arousal. She was terrifying, but God, she was beautiful. And she looked at you like you were the only holy thing left on Earth.
"I'll rest when we're home," Sena purred, kissing the inside of your wrist, right over your racing pulse. Her eyes darkened as she felt it spike. "Look at how your heart dances for me. You love how much I want you, don't you?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Sena scooped you up into her arms, lifting you effortlessly. Her gymnast's strength was terrifyingly apparent as she carried you toward the private locker rooms, ignoring your soft gasps of protest.
You didn't go back to your apartment. You went to hers—a sprawling, secluded penthouse overlooking the city.
The door locked behind you with a heavy, digital click, a sound that made your stomach drop. Sena immediately shed her gym gear, leaving her in nothing but a silk robe that slipped off her toned shoulders. She walked over to you like a predator stalking a willing prey, her long, muscular legs moving with dangerous elegance.
"You've been thinking about leaving," Sena stated flatly, backing you up until the backs of your knees hit her plush, oversized bed.
"Sena, I just need some space—"
"No." She stepped into your space, her hands coming up to cup your face. Her thumbs stroked your cheeks, her touch suddenly incredibly tender. "Space means distance, and distance means someone else might look at you. Someone might try to take you from me. I can't let that happen, sweetheart. I'd have to break them."
The casual way she said it made a shiver run down your spine. You looked up into her obsessive, gleaming eyes. "Are you keeping me here?"
Sena leaned down, pressing her lips against yours in a sudden, bruising kiss. It tasted like desperation and consuming passion. She parted your lips with her tongue, claiming your mouth with a fierce, possessive hunger that left you breathless and weak-kneed. You melted against her, your hands automatically gripping her waist. You hated how much you craved her intensity.
When she broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected you, glittering in the dim light. Sena smiled, a breathless, triumphant expression.
"I'm protecting you," Sena corrected softly, her fingers sliding down your neck, tracing your collarbone before slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. Her touch was electric, her calloused gym-hands sending sparks across your skin. "I built a world just for us. You don't need a job, you don't need friends. You only need me. I will provide everything."
To prove her point, she reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a long, silk rhythmic gymnastics ribbon—a deep, royal purple.
"Sena..." your voice was a breathless whimper.
"Shh, my beautiful girl. Let me show you how flexible I can be when it comes to pleasing you," she whispered against your ear, her teeth grazing your earlobe, making you arch into her. "But you need to stay still for me. Just for a little while, until you understand that you belong here. In my arms. Forever."
With practiced, fluid ease, Sena pinned you to the mattress. She used the silk ribbon to secure your wrists to the headboard. She didn't tie it painfully tight, but she used a knot you couldn't possibly unravel on your own.
She stood over you, admiring her work. You lay there, flushed, breathless, completely at her mercy. The sheer power dynamic made your core ache with a heavy, throbbing heat.
"Look at you," Sena worshiped, her eyes scanning every inch of your bound body. She climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips, her weight a comforting, heavy warmth. She leaned down, burying her face in your neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell like me now. You look so beautiful when you're helpless for me."
"Sena, please..." you gasped as her hands slid up your thighs, pushing your skirt out of the way.
"Please what, my love? Please stop, or please make you mine?" Sena tilted her head, a wicked, knowing smirk playing on her lips. She applied a gentle pressure between your thighs, and you couldn't suppress the needy groan that escaped your throat.
Sena’s smile widened, her eyes alight with a terrifying, beautiful devotion. She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours one last time before sliding down to your neck, leaving dark, possessive marks that would take weeks to fade.
"You're never leaving this bed, my sweet girl," Sena whispered against your skin, her fingers finding your heat and making you cry out. "I'm going to love you until you forget the world outside even exists."
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