The fact that SM entertainment didn’t hesitate to remove him from the group just speak volumes about how severe the situation is and his involvement too. I am disgusted.
the fact that SM, who famously try to rehab criminals and will put idols on hiatus for years rather than move, kicked taeil out of the entire company and issued the statement right away means what he’s being sued for must be a new level of horrifying
I hope that the victims get the justice that they deserve. As fans, never be too blind. It is literally the idols job to make us fall in love with him.
I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN I LOVE HAECHAN 𝓲 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.
warnings - clit play, nickname usage (princess), degradation, thigh and ass smacking, mentions of yangyang, implied bigdick!kun, just a pinch of angst (let me know if i missed anything 🫶 not proofread)
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you don’t know how you ended up in this position. bent over on your professors desk, his hands on your soft skin. your cheeks were heating up by the second as his hand moved across your ass before smacking your plump skin, earning a sharp hiss from you.
“think you can be late to my class then fail the exam?” kun mumbles softly, slowly dragging his hands up to your hips. “you’ve been such a bad girl this week,” he continues, pulling you to the edge of the desk before flipping you over, his eyes burning into your own.
“such a bad fucking girl. you know what I told you about coming to class late, right?” he asks, tilting his head as he waits for an answer, smacking your thigh once when you took too long.
“fuck, i’m sorry, sir,” you moan out softly, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes watery. kun chuckles lightly at the slight desperation in your voice, his eyes shining with a hint of amusement.
“i know why you’ve been so late, princess. you’ve been whoring around, haven’t you? staying up to be a little slut, then making it to class late?” he asks, lifting your head with his finger so that you could look at him. you quickly deny his accusations, your head shaking rapidly.
“no sir, i have-“ you try, getting interrupted by a smack to your thigh. you let out a small whine, your jaw dropping from the sweet sting from his palm.
“don’t lie. just look at you. coming into class all jolly, the smell of someone cologne all over your body and clothes.” he says, surprisingly calm, despite his voice sounding a bit harsh and his dark eyes staring into yours, not once breaking eye contact. he wasn’t entirely wrong, as you constantly hung out with yangyang over the past few weeks. it wasn’t anything serious though, because you two were just friends with benefits.
“and you can’t fool anyone with this shitty makeup. i can still clearly see the hickeys from here,” he scoffed, bringing his hands to his belt before quickly pulling it off, the act taking only a mere two seconds, making you even wetter than you already were.
“and i bet you still can’t take me. bet that he didn’t even fully open you up,” he says, clicking his tongue and pulling up your skirt, rubbing his long fingers over your soaked pink panties.
“did he, princess?” he asks, his fingers ghosting over your covered clit. you shake your head in desperation at his question, grinding your hips to feel at least a bit of contact, a delighted moan leaving your mouth as his fingers finally pressed against your clit.
he sighs softly, a soft coo leaving his mouth as his other hand worked to unbutton his pants. “i guess we should change that then, shouldn’t we, princess?”
au/genre: pure filthy smut, strangers to..?!, shoplifter!reader, store detective!renjun
word count: 1795 words
warnings: well... shoplifting (and getting caught), abuse of power, dub con, but there is consent.., it's humiliating, but renjun is just really serious about his job (real), reader is pressured to take off her clothes, searching of orifices (anal and vaginal fingering), renjun has a big dick, (degrading) dirty talk, um.. vigilantism (??), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, an abrupt ending
a/n: i'm a bit ashamed.
Shaking, your eyes move around the room. Your nerves are strained, it's simultaneously too hot and too cold, your rapidly beating heart not doing much to ease the weird temperature you're feeling. Once the door opens, your heart drops once more, just like a few minutes ago.
It was really nothing big, just a lipstick and a bottle of nail polish that you had snug into your pocket before trying to leave the shop. You don't even remember why you did it, there was enough money on your card to pay for them, but you just didn't. Maybe the thought had thrilled you, but now you were in big trouble, that you knew from the moment that strong grip of the store detective closed around your arm to keep you from leaving.
You'd been caught.
And now you're sitting here, sweaty palms repeatedly rubbing over your jean-clothed thighs to wipe away the perseverative moisture to no avail. The store detective enters, a serious expression on his face as he closes the door behind himself, the snap of the lock making you jump.
"Let's look through what we got here, shall we?"
"I didn't do anything! Let me go!" You plead, opting on lying your way out of the situation. The detective looks at you with raised brows, blinking a few times.
"I'm sorry, what? We've caught you on camera. I don't know what you're trying to do here," he spits, nodding over to the screen of his computer that clearly shows a (admittedly pixelated) picture of you looking around nervously as you place the items in your pocket.
A whine escapes you, pleading eyes looking up to the detective. Though your brain is completely stressed out about this situation, you still manage to pick up on how cute he is.
"Listen, Mr.-", your eyes dart down to his name tag, "Huang. This really isn't a big deal. You should just let me go."
"Let you go?" Mr. Huang scoffs. "I'm going to call the police."
"No! Please, don't. Please don't call the police!" You beg, head suddenly clouded with the realization of what that would mean for you.
"Then what else are we supposed to do?" He asks, but it doesn't sound like a question.
"I promise I've learned my lesson. Just-"
"You sound like it's really urgent for you to get out of here. Did I miss something when I was searching through your pockets? Did you steal anything else?"
"No! I promise!" You hold his strong gaze, feeling a little dizzy.
"I don't believe you. Take your clothes off."
Your eyes bulge out of their sockets. You must've misheard that, right? There is no way in hell this is happening right now. Afraid that he'll call the cops if you don't, you slowly get up to push your shirt over your head and your jeans down your legs. You step out of them, handing them to him.
You sit back down and he takes his time looking through your clothing, goosebumps erupting over your body from the slight breeze of the AC. You hug your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the cold and his potential gaze.
"Lucky for you, there's nothing in here," he confirms, then turns back to you, eyes wandering over your exposed form. You look at him like a kicked puppy, scared about what's going to happen next. "But there are even more places to hide things... You spent an awful amount of time in the dressing rooms."
"What are you saying?"
"The bra. Take it off too."
"No! Please-"
"I can still call the cops. If I don't do it, they will," he warns, intimating eyes boring into your soul. Shakily, you obey, reaching behind your back to unclip your bra, making the fabric slowly fall down your shoulders. You do your best to cover yourself, but suddenly your arms are pulled away from your chest.
"I have to see. You could hide something there, too," Mr. Huang mutters, now directly looking at your chest. You gulp, hating the way you like his eyes on you. Your chest heaves in fear, still afraid that he'll call the police and make things even worse for you.
"Get up."
"What?"
"I said, get the fuck up," he spits, pulling you from your seat by your arms only to then push your chest down on his desk. Adrenaline washes over you, your veins immediately filling with excitement. You're confused, but so aroused by his sudden roughness. It's like he's really only doing this to do his job, and not to profit from it in any other way.
"Are you hiding something in here?" He asks, but doesn't wait for your response before he pushes your panties down your legs, making them pool around your ankles. You suddenly feel very hot to be exposed like this in this cool room. The breeze of the AC feels like it blows against your cunt and you can feel how wet you are. It's embarrassing.
"May I check?"
"Yes," you gasp out, pushing your ass out even more for him to gain better access. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingertips ghost over your hole, and you have to bite down on your lip to muffle a moan as he pushes inside. You still whimper, though, and you're sure it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
You wonder if he has a girlfriend with the way he expertly feels you up. The rational part of your brain telling you that this is weird and so wrong, but you honestly can't focus on that, not with how great his fingers feel inside of you.
"Hmm, empty," he mumbles, pulling his fingers from you. He must be noticing how wet they are, you think, as you suddenly feel his fingers again your rim.
"Wh- no!" You jump, body lifting up from the table slightly, big, scared eyes looking at him from over your shoulder.
"I just have to see if you're hiding something," he says, looking so genuine that you lay back down, giving him a verbal okay to keep going. Honestly, you're not even sure why you told him off, the thought of him pushing into your ass makes your head cloudy with arousal.
He slicks his digits up with your wetness, then presses a finger into your other hole. You gasp at the intrusion, but he's slow and careful. He presses in further, and you can't hold back your whimpers as his knuckle catches at your rim, then forces even deeper.
Your thighs begin to shake, eyes rolling back as you push yourself onto his finger that soon moves around your insides to be able to locate any more stolen goods, only to find none.
"There's nothing, I guess," Mr. Huang says, and part of you is disappointed that it's over.
"Don't call the cops, please, I'll do anything," you say quietly. You can hear him shuffling behind you, but you don't dare to look. Your eyes close on their own, fear creeping up on you at the realization that you're really, totally screwed.
"Maybe you'll learn your lesson another way," the detective mumbles behind you, and you don't even have time to question that statement before you feel him pushing into you. You gasp, eyes opening widely as he stretches you out with his girth. It's too much, in the best way, and you grip onto the edge of the desk to not go crazy.
"F-fuck, big," you manage to gasp, your walls struggling to adjust.
"If you can steal, then you can fucking take it," he answers before drawing his hips back and fully burying himself in your cunt shortly after, then sets a rapid pace. His hips snap against your ass, and you briefly wonder if the obnoxiously loud sound of skin clapping against skin can be heard through the locked door, before every trance of thought is wiped from your brain.
There's not much you can do except for taking it, which you gladly do, going cross-eyed at the feeling of him repeatedly abusing your sweet spot. One of his hands pushes down on your back to make you arch even further into his motions, strained groans flying from his mouth.
"Stealing is bad. You're such a bad girl, bad, bad, fucking girl," he pants, and at this point, you're too far gone, tongue lolling out as you relish in the feeling of his cock brushing along your walls. "Say you're sorry."
"'m sorry," you babble, grinning hazily with unfocused eyes.
"You'll never do it again right?"
You want to answer, you really do, but as soon as you open your mouth, his fingers find your clit, massaging into the bundle of nerves with such expertise that you can suddenly taste your orgasm at the tip of your tongue.
"Say it."
"Hng- ah- c-cumming-" you stutter, brain focus on your high and nothing else as it is suddenly ripped from you. You feel empty without his hot length filling you, a whine ripping from your throat at the loss of stimulation.
"You're not supposed to fucking cum. You're not supposed to enjoy this," the detective scolds, gripping your hair to lift you up from the desk, then push you onto your knees. Just a single glance at him has you pushing your thighs together. His forehead coated in a thin layer of sweat, brown hair slightly messed up around his blushed features, and his big cock just in reach that you can't help but wrap your lips around it.
"F-fuck," he draws out the syllable, pushing further down your throat. You gag, only once, before adjusting to his girth and letting him fuck your mouth. You try your best keeping your eyes open and on him, but it's honestly really hard with how fucked out your brain feels.
You don't even notice how you're hoisted up onto the desk once more, facing him this time as he pushes into you again. Your moans are unhinged now, the orgasm you were previously robbed of coming back quicker than you'd expected.
"I'm risking my fucking job because of you, just because you're too fucking pretty to get charged for shoplifting. So dumb and bad, but so fucking pretty."
You whine, looking up at him with innocent eyes and an agape mouth.
"You're not going to steal ever again, right?"
You shake your head, humming out negatively.
"Promise me?"
You nod feverishly.
"Then you may cum."
That's all you needed to hear to continuously pulsate around his cock, your orgasm ripping through you, the feeling spreading through your body like a wildfire. Your high seems to trigger his too, thrusts getting sloppy before he pushes in deeply, emptying himself inside of you.
On the other hand, I feel like as soon as jeno picks you up, he wouldn’t be able to resist your tight dress and pretty updo, so he’d just force himself onto you right then and there, making sure to pump you full of his seed, slapping your small body around, being so mean and thrusting harder each time he sees the stomach bulge he created with his HUGE ass cock. he’d tease and mock you for practically throwing yourself at him with that short ass dress and with how your juices flowed down the couch and as well as your thighs. 😵💫😵💫
jisung being all sweet to you since it’s the first date you two have ever been on together. Pulling out chairs, opening the doors for you and covering your cold shoulders with his jacket just for him to force himself onto you as soon as you two walk into your apartment, fucking and filling all of your holes and calling you the most disgusting, degrading things known to man, telling you that if you “didn’t want it” you wouldn’t be all wet and panting like a little bitch in heat. 😵💫😵💫
Warnings: brief smut, noncon, pet names (baby and love), angst, doyoung is a bit of a sadist and isn’t as holy as he seems, doyoung threatens reader, knife usage (could be referred to as knife play), doyoung has a huge cock, jeongyeon (twice) is readers new best friend and is briefly in the story, doyoung has a dacryphilia kink (tell me if I missed something 😞 not proofread)
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Doyoung was sweet. Sweet to everyone that he encountered or crossed paths with. Constantly using his manners and giving people bright, cute smiles. That’s what made you love him.
You two were best friends. You both met in church – both age 7 – and being the sweet, friendly person that he is, he approached you first. You’re usually shy so you hesitated to talk to him as well, but eventually opened up after a few days.
Of course, you never had feelings for him, only loving him the way best friends are supposed to love each other, but he was an entirely different story, falling for you back in college. You told him that you didn’t want to ruin the friendship, and of course, he understood that so he didn’t bring it up anymore.
And that’s also when he started to hang out with others and leave you hanging, always making excuses to meet up with other friends. You didn’t like it when he left you alone after promising to hang out with you or come to your house to binge movies or tv shows.
So you started to avoid him as well, only occasionally talking to each other. You missed him more than anything but you thought that this was for the best.
That was all a year ago, and you two stopped talking months prior. Now, everywhere you go, you felt eyes on you.
“God, jeongyeon, what do I do? Everywhere I go, I feel like I’m being watched. Maybe I should go back to church.” You said in between grumbles, your head in your hands as you sat, frustrated and scared.
“Maybe you should. You’re probably just paranoid. Ever since you and Doyoung stopped talking, that’s when all of this began. You maybe miss him too much.” She replied, sipping on her coffee. You both were in a café, talking about work and drama, as usual.
“I’ll go later. It’ll make me feel closer to him.” You replied, lifting your head to look back at her, she lifting an eyebrow, placing the cup back down.
“You miss your Christian boyfriend that much? God, give me a break, he’s too happy and cheerful for me.” She rolls her eyes in annoyance, clearly tired of you talking him.
“We never got together! He confessed once!” You argued back, loud, but not loud enough to attract attention to the table.
“Whatever. Something about him doesn’t sit right with me. He gives me bad vibes.” She said, gathering her things, clearly ready to leave.
“Where are you going, jeong?” Your gaze follows her as she walk by you, your tone clearly confused and surprised.
“I have to get to work. My boss texted me before our get together and told me to come in,” She replied, a soft smile coming across her face as she kisses your cheek, the kiss not surprising you because that was the way you both said goodbye to each other.
“I promise you that I’ll text you later, mhm? Be careful.” She finished before leaving, leaving you all alone.
Sighing softly and grabbing your things, you left the café not long after her, walking to your car. As you hopped inside, setting all of your belongings down, that’s when you felt it. The cold feeling of being watched. You sighed, thinking nothing of it as you closed the car door, backing out of the parking lot and driving onto the road.
Today was gonna be a long day.
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The church looked different from the last time you visited. Veins all around the building and in need of a pressure wash. Still, the church was your childhood.
You walked into the building, looking around immediately, a smile spreading across your face. The church still had the Jesus and Mary adorned walls, the statue of Jesus on the wall behind the alter, and the freshly polished pews. It almost made you feel like you were younger. You walked farther into the church, but something felt off..
“Reminds you of our childhood, huh?” A voice behind you said, the voice making your hairs stand on end. You turned around and just as you thought, your childhood best friend was there. He looked different. His natural black hair a bit messy and features more sharp and pointed. He still had the rosary that you gave him when you both were younger, which warmed your heart. He walked closer to you, an unknown glint in his pretty eyes.
“You still look the same from the last time I saw you, __.” He said, looking you up and down before licking over his lips, which slightly made you uncomfortable.
“I’ve been thinking about you so much, love.” He continued, walking even closer, causing you to back up, your back hitting the alter after a while.
“Following you everyday, waiting for the perfect time to get my hands on you. Waiting to get back at you for breaking my heart. I’ve been nothing but a sweetheart to you and you say that you don’t wanna be with me?” He grabs both of your wrists, turning you around before bending you over the cold alter.
Fear filled your eyes as you put the pieces together, understanding his true intentions. You open your mouth to scream but just as you do so, you feel something cold and sharp across your neck.
“Fucking scream and I’ll slit your pretty throat, understand?” He said as he put the knife back away and pulled your pants and panties down, holding your wrists with just one of his hands. You nod quickly so that you wouldn’t have any more problems with him. You can hear his buckle being undone and his jeans and boxers being pushed down his legs. You gag in disgust as he slaps his huge cock on your ass, a throaty chuckle erupting from him as he brings his fingers down to your cunt, rubbing small circles on your clit.
You bite your lip to keep quiet, refusing to give in to him. He grinds slowly, rubbing his cock on your perky ass. You glance down in complete disgust as Doyoung smacks your cunt, ripping a scream from your mouth, the beads of his rosary clinking together.
“There you go, baby. So fucking wet, I could never tell that you were scared to begin with.” He said with a fake coo, pushing his cock into your cunt, a disgusting, obscene squelch sounding in the echoey church. You begin to cry as he grabs your face, turning it to the Jesus statue in the front of both of you, the tears running on his soft, veiny hands.
“So pretty when you cry.” He groans out, pulling back before thrusting into you hard enough to knock the breath out of your body.
Warnings - gun usage (could be referred to as gun play), impact play (belt), obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, threats (jaemin threatens reader), pet names (doll, good girl, baby), mentions of fucking, noncon/dubcon (whatever you see fits), sadism, angst (not proofread. Let me know if I missed something 😞) (inspired by Teddy Bear by Melanie Martinez)
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Jaemin was your boyfriend. Everything was great. He was sweet, caring, and considerate to you and others. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t.
You and Jaemin were together for a good 5 years, everything starting off amazingly. You didn’t know what got into your boyfriend. He was becoming obsessive, possessive, controlling. He wouldn’t let you go out without him knowing, sometimes not even at all. He told you to cut off every single one of your friends, and he would never let you wear anything revealing. This started about a year ago, and you were getting tired of it all. But you loved him. You loved Jaemin with all your heart.
But you’ve had enough one day.
You got dressed to go out with some friends that you haven’t talked to in a while after getting back into contact with them, putting your best clothes on, a short black dress, matching thigh-high tights, and pretty matching heels, putting your hair in a ponytail and throwing on some simple makeup, leaving the house, thinking that it was the perfect time since your boyfriend was at work.
Oh how wrong you were.
You were planning on staying for just an hour. But that hour slowly turned into 2, then 3, then 4. You were drunk and had to be driven home by one of your friends, completely carefree and happy.
As you walked into the house, you could suddenly tell something was off and just about sobered up as soon as you got that weird feeling.
Suddenly, you feel cold metal coming into contact with your temple, tensing up immediately.
“Welcome home, doll,” Jaemin said, a smirk clear in his warm voice. “You had fun?”
You stayed quiet, the gun being pressed onto your head more from your lack of response.
“I asked you a fucking question, __.” He practically growled next to your ear, his finger on the trigger.
You nod quickly, tears forming in your pretty eyes. He pulls your pretty, well done hair harshly, the violent tug sending you to the cold ground.
“Why’d you go out without my permission, hm?” He asks afterwards, undoing the brown belt to his pants and taking it off, hitting your pretty, silky thighs with the harsh leather, tearing your new thigh-highs and marking your skin.
You let out a whine of pain, the belt coming in contact with your skin more, your boyfriend earning hisses from you. Once he finishes, your legs and thighs are full of marks and bruises.
He crouches down to your level, throwing the belt beside you and pressing the magazine release to see if the gun was full, the bullets settled so prettily in the magazine making him grin sadistically.
He slides the magazine back into the gun, pointing the firearm at your face as he tilts his head.
“One wrong move, I’ll fucking kill you, __. Understand?” He asks, his sick eyes looking into yours. You nod, unable to speak from pure fear. He notices this and laughs, fucking laughs.
“Good. Now be a good girl and come suck my cock, baby.”
Warnings: knife usage (can be referred to as knife play), gun usage (can be referred to as gun play), pet names (babydoll, doll, slut), stalking, noncon, sadism, renjun has a huge cock, unprotected sex (use protection please), brief smut (lmk if I missed something, it’s late and I’m so so tired 😞 not proofread)
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Someone was following you. Or that’s what you concluded once you walk into your seemingly empty apartment.
The entire day, countless chills shot up your spine as if someone was staring at you like you were a full course. Every time it happened, you looked over your shoulder but didn’t see anyone there, so you thought that it could just be your imagination.
But as you stepped into your warm and cozy living place, you knew that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you.
You stood there, frozen in place, gaze set straight. Suddenly, you feel a cold, sharp object being placed on your neck.
“Don’t fucking move, __.” The person behind you said, the hairs on your soft skin rising. He presses the sharp knife against you more to make it known that he was serious.
“What do you want?..” You said, trembling and on the verge of tears. The man behind you chuckled softly before leading you to your bedroom, pushing you onto the bed and throwing the knife beside you, pulling a gun from his oversized sweatpants pockets.
“It’s simple, babydoll. I want you. Your pretty body all to myself.” He said, his gaze sadistic and dead set on you and your every move. By this point, you were sobbing, huge tears running down your soft cheeks as you try to escape, knowing damn well you couldn’t really move due to not wanting to get killed.
You scoot up to the headboard of your bed, your eyes never leaving his as you quivered and cried in fear, shaking your head. This had to be a dream.
“Please no..” You whimpered, renjun snorting before bringing his soft, pretty hands to the waistband of your pants, forcing them off of your body and throwing them onto the floor, putting the gun down and grabbing the knife and cutting your pretty strawberry panties from the side.
“No? Trying to give yourself to someone else? Don’t want me?” He said, shoving his fingers into your dry, but pretty cunt, his eyes fluttering up to you. You shook your head, weakly trying to pry his hands away.
Renjun snickers, shaking his head as you start to become wet by the passing seconds. Pumping his fingers faster into your cunt, he runs the shiny knife across your silky soft skin, watching you become more aroused.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought that you have wanted this from the beginning. For someone to break into your house and force themselves onto you to fuck all of your virgin holes,” He said, his pretty, milky fingers coated with your arousal. “Then again, that could be the case, right doll?”
You quit trying to fight after he said that, simply just shaking your pretty head in denial. He lifts an eyebrow, taking his fingers out of your cunt before pulling his cock out of his boxers and pants.
“Such a pretty little slut, hm? Finally giving in, aren’t you, doll?” He says, pushing his huge cock into your cunt, giving you no time to adjust before fucking you into oblivion.
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