"Hey, Jung Min-woo. You’ve been pullin' so much overtime lately, you look like death warmed over. Can you even get it up at this point?"
"Shut the fuck up. I’m hard 24/7. My sex drive is literally uncontrollable right now."
"Look at this virgin acting tough. Bet your sperm count is pathetic as hell, lmao."
"You wanna die? Want to bet on whose sperm is healthier?"
A week ago, a completely useless conversation over drinks with my high school buddies sparked the whole thing. Men's useless pride always blows up in the weirdest directions. A petty argument over 'who had the healthiest sperm' ended up escalating into a bet with a 500,000 won stake per person for a 'certified fertility semen analysis,' which is how I reluctantly ended up walking into this quiet, late-night urology clinic.
Ding-dong—
"Welcome. This is Deokso Urology Clinic."
As the clinic's automatic door slid open, a chime announced my entry, and a nurse greeted me with a sweet, pleasant voice.
"Uh… I’m here to get a… sperm test done…"
I only came here because of the bet, but actually bringing up a sperm test to a female nurse triggered my inner loser DNA, making my voice shrink into a mumble.
"Oh, yes! We actually have a lot of young men coming in for tests these days. There's absolutely no need to feel embarrassed."
The nurse welcomed me with a bright, beaming smile, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her pale skin, large eyes, and slightly pointed ears gave her a subtly exotic, almost elf-like vibe. Soon, my eyes were locked onto her slender figure, perfectly accentuated by her pink nurse uniform. As my gaze naturally drifted toward her chest, I spotted a name tag that read 'Park Min-ju.' Even her name was gorgeous.
"Our clinic closes at 8:00 PM. Will that give you enough time?"
As I took the paper cup Min-ju handed me, I checked my watch; it was 7:30 PM. Given my extensive years of masturbation experience, thirty minutes was more than enough time to bust a nut.
"Yeah, five minutes is plenty. I mean—not that I have premature ejaculation or anything."
Bumbling like an idiot and digging my own grave in front of a girl, I watched Min-ju giggle before she led me to the room.
"You can go right into this room."
Following Min-ju's guidance, I entered a small room holding the paper cup. Inside were plain white walls and a small black examination bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, about to jack off, a wave of regret washed over me for ever agreeing to that stupid bet.
"Ah, seriously, fuck my life. What a pathetic sight."
To get this over with quickly, I stripped off my pants and boxers and lay back on the bed. There it was—my dick, which had only ever known the touch of my own right hand. To think I’d be jerking off in a clinic of all places. How utterly miserable.
To start, I wrapped my right hand around my shaft and began to stroke. Staring blankly up at the ceiling, I kept pumping, but perhaps because of the unfamiliar environment, it showed no signs of getting hard. Needing a fantasy target, I immediately thought of the nurse, Min-ju. The moment her face flashed in my mind, a rock-hard erection surged instantly. Gripping my rigid cock tightly with my right hand, I began pumping it up and down. Imagining Min-ju smiling while handling my dick, her name slipped past my lips involuntarily.
"Ah, Min-ju… stroke me harder…"
But because I was stuck in a strange place and felt pressured to finish fast, I couldn't get close to cumming at all. In the middle of it, my right forearm started aching, reminding me of my friend teasing me about being out of shape. Even though I jerk off every single day, my arm muscles are still this pathetic. What a useless body.
Knock, knock, knock—
"It’s almost 8:00, closing time. Are you not finished yet?"
"Ah, yes! Sorry about that. I’m a bit tense, so it’s not working well. I’ll come back tomorrow."
Startled by the sudden knock and Min-ju's question, panic gripped me, and cold sweat began to pour down my face.
"Then… would you like me to help you?"
"Huh?"
Unable to process what she just said, I raised my head, still clutching my dick, and stared at the door. Then, I heard the click of the handle turning.
"Ah, wait a second!"
Flustered, I scrambled to cover my dick with both hands and squeezed my legs tightly together. Min-ju stepped into the room, flashing a playful smile as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I have to punch out at 8:00, but it’s already 7:50."
"I’m really sorry. Since it’s a strange place, it’s not working like it usually does."
"That's why I'm going to help you."
Min-ju smoothed down the fabric of her pink nurse uniform and perched right at the end of the bed between my legs. A faint, subtle scent—maybe soap, maybe lotion—wafted over me, sending a dizzying jolt straight to my brain. Reaching out with her pale, slender hand, she gently brushed away my frantic hands trying to cover myself.
And then, without a shred of hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around my dick, which was pulsing with heat and tension in the unfamiliar air.
"Hngh…!"
The very first touch of a woman sent a white-hot electric current straight up my spine. Min-ju's hand was unbelievably small and soft. It was on a completely different level from my own rough, calloused right hand. As her smooth, soft palm melted against my burning shaft, the cozy, exquisite sensation turned my brain to mush. I felt so overwhelmed that I actually started feeling guilty toward my dick for only ever treating it roughly with my own hand. I’m so sorry…
"Um… do you normally help out like this…?"
What a fucking moronic question. No wonder I’ve been a virgin my whole life.
"Pfft. No, I don't usually do this. Consider it a special service just for you, patient."
Min-ju flashed a mischievous grin and tightened her grip. Wrapping her hand around my engorged shaft, she began to stroke it up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every time she slid up, her soft skin frictioned relentlessly against my hypersensitive flesh. This has to be heaven…
"Haah, ngf…"
Especially when the tip of her thumb swirled around the highly sensitive crown of my glans, it felt like my lower abdomen was twisting inside out. As her strokes grew faster and tighter, slick pre-cum oozed out, coating her fingers. A squelching, wet friction sound echoed lewdly throughout the small room. I felt like I was going to explode any second, but wanting to prolong this blissful sensation, I bit my lip hard and endured.
"It's really time to go home, and you still haven't cum yet? This won't do. Let's finish this a bit more effectively."
Min-ju crawled gracefully onto the bed. As she knelt down right between my thighs, her pink skirt rode up dangerously high, exposing her bare thighs. Leaning over me while gripping my dick with her hand, she slowly parted her red, wet lips.
Then, without missing a beat, she took my entire head into her mouth.
"Mghp! …"
The moment the hot, wet, tight walls of her mouth swallowed my center whole, I almost screamed, barely clamping a hand over my own mouth to stifle it. The sheer warmth and overwhelming suction were incomparable to the touch of her hand.
Min-ju sucked down hard, her cheeks hollowing out as she greedily worked her tongue, swirling it mercilessly over the sensitive ridge beneath the head. I realized right then that when my bastard friend bragged 24/7 about how blowjobs were pure ecstasy, this was exactly what he meant.
"I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum…! I can't hold it…!"
I was at my absolute limit. Completely losing my mind to raw instinct, I grabbed Min-ju's head tightly with both hands. And then, I bucked my hips hard, driving myself deep into the back of her throat.
"Mghp! Mgghp—!"
My body convulsed with a violent shiver as every single muscle locked tight. Because I was forcefully holding her head down, my dick violently throbbed, firing thick, scorching ropes of cum straight down the back of her throat.
"Ah, uggh…! Hngh…"
My cock twitched and pulsed erratically as the muscles in my anus, abdomen, and lower body clamped and released repeatedly. It was a long, heavy release, squeezing out every last drop. Min-ju choked, gagging slightly from the deep intrusion, and she desperately clawed at my thighs trying to push me away, but she couldn't break free from my crazed strength, forced to take the full brunt of my explosion.
Only after the last drop was spent did the strength leave my bones. I let go of her head and collapsed flat on the bed, gasping for air. After a few seconds, as my sanity slowly trickled back, the reality of my aggressive behavior hit me, and my heart dropped. I hurriedly apologized.
"I'm so sorry… I got too excited just now and forced it down your throat…"
Min-ju coughed and gagged for a moment, her eyes watering as she hacked up a bit. She wiped away the glistening trail of spit and stray semen from her lips with the back of her hand. Then, her face flushed red, she smiled playfully.
"Oh my. Your semen tasted so good I accidentally swallowed every bit of it. What ever should we do?"
"Huh…?"
"We were supposed to collect it in the cup for the analysis, but since I ate it all, I guess you’ll just have to come back tomorrow. By the way… if you come by after 8:00, I’ll be all alone in the clinic."
Watching Min-ju curve her eyes like a sly fox, I could do nothing but blink like a stunned idiot, my face burning red.
synopsis : she was convinced everything you did was to seduce her.
pairing : wonyoung x 6thmember!femreader
genre : smut
tags : noncon, degradation, manipulation, gaslighting, objectification, wonyoung is genuinely a creep, blood mentioned, scratching, physical and verbal abuse, choking, slight mentions of tribbing, fingering, slight nipple play, just plain suffering tbh, death threats, ‘good girl’, ‘slut’
!! warnings : this is like. PURE noncon so please please please read with caution and please for the love of god read the tags before continuing :(( !!
word count : 2.1k
a/n : okay i know i made the poll yesterday and all but look i had ideas and here they are I HOPE YOU LIKE IT this was so interesting to write cause this is SOOOO OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE AND LIKE?? idk it was a nice experience i hope you like itfkendn
also you know the drill THIS IS NOT OKAY NOR IS IT HEALTHY DON’T DO THIS IRL BITCHES CONSENT IS KEY YALL😭🙏🙏do not give tea to someone who doesn’t want tea CAUSE THEY DON’T WANT ITT IT’S SIMPLE
god, finally.
you sat on the corner of your mattress, still carefully drying your wet dripping hair with the fluffy towel that belonged to you. after a shower like that? you felt refreshed, you felt good and oh did you feel so ready to just pass out on your bed at that moment. that was until you remembered that you couldn’t; since you had to wait for wonyoung, your dorm mate, to come back from the mall with yujin— or, wherever the hell they were at this hour. her dumbass forgot to bring the keys with her, so you’d have to stay awake to be able to open the door for her.
grabbing your phone, you checked the time. it read 12:37 am, which then lead you to text her, very politely yelling at her through SMS to hurry the fuck home before turning it off again and plugging in the charger.
what a hassle, you thought, groaning. you were fucking exhausted and were practically dying to get some amount of rest, especially after such a long day of non-ending schedules.
mentally sucking it up and shrugging it off, you put the towel aside and laid down on your back, grabbing your phone yet again as an attempt to cure the ongrowing boredom and impatience inside you; maybe instagram reels would make the time go by faster.
indeed, before you knew it, you were startled by a quiet knock at the door. feeling immediate relief, you quickly got up and rushed to open it, already thinking about the amazing night of sleep you were gonna get afterwards.
“any second later and i would’ve left you outside, wonyoung.” you complained as soon as you turned the knob, immediately greeted by her face. you particularly noticed her expression switch to one of slight guilt as she giggled nervously.
you also observed how she stared at you, as per usual.
“sorry, angel.” she apologized, looking up and down at your entire body, seemingly distraught by the sight of your naked thighs, before walking in and continuing. “we just got so caught up in conversation that we ended up just walking around for hours, i hope i didn’t keep you waiting for too long, though.” she scratched the back of her neck, still staring at you, this time more so focused on your chest.
here’s the thing, you loved wonyoung. she was one of your closest friends, that was undeniable. but for some reason, sometimes whenever you’d talk to her.. she’d have a certain look. the same look that she’d give you whenever you’re wearing a somewhat revealing outfit, or doing quite literally anything, for that matter. it always made you feel uneasy, it made your skin crawl. you’d never tell her, though; she was a sweetheart, and you knew that her last intention would be to ever make you uncomfortable.
right now was one of those moments, though, and her staring was getting overwhelming.
more overwhelming than usual.
subtly trying to brush it off, you responded, “it’s— it’s fine. just, please bring the keys next time?”
she simply nodded before apologizing again, clearly aware of her mistake and swearing to never commit it again. that gave you the permission you needed to finally get ready for bed. whilst you were doing that, she was changing into her comfier clothes and also getting ready to sleep as she threw occasional warm smiles at you.
until she squinted at you.
“man, you look pretty tired, y/n. did you sleep early yesterday?” she asked with a worried tone, afraid that you maybe weren’t getting enough sleep.
you waved your hand around, “yeah, i did. today just wore me the fuck out really, but oh well.” you cut the conversation short, heading straight towards your bed. “goodnight wonyoung—“ but before you could do so, you felt her hand grab your wrist.
tightly.
“wait but— don’t you wanna cuddle like we usually do?” she asked, her mouth formed into a small pout.
and there went that stare. again.
“wony i’m sorry, i’m really tired and—“
“come on, please. i missed you.” she insisted, her grip on your wrist getting tighter as she kept her unsettling gaze on yours.
your tired brain didn’t seem to register that, however, since you didn't even think about saying no.
i mean, she seemed pretty insistent on cuddling that night, so who were you to even say no? either way, you were gonna fall asleep immediately, so did it really matter if she was cuddling you or not?
you groaned dramatically, then signaled for her to lay on the other side of the bed. her eyes immediately lighting up, she rushed to jump on that side of the bed.
it didn’t take long at all for you guys to finally be settled in bed and you particularly thrived in finally feeling the warmth of your weighted blanket against your cold skin. she, on the other hand, just seemed to be happy to be there with you, considering the grip she had on you was quite strong for like, literally no reason.
after telling each other goodnight, you expected to doze off immediately, but you couldn’t. you felt bizarre, you didn’t feel like yourself at that moment. every single ounce of exhaustion left your body and it was like insomnia just kicked in for no reason whatsoever.
frustrated, you tried to sleep. that’s when you heard her breathing heavily… very heavily. her inhales and exhales were loud and violent and you felt them on your neck, since she was especially close to it. you would’ve shrugged it off,
if you didn’t feel her hands moving a lot more than usual.
“wonyoung?”
you felt her shift before hearing her hum, indicating you to keep going.
“you feeling okay?? you’re.. you’re breathing quite heavily.” was what you asked, somewhat concerned. “plus, you’re like, grabbing me—“
“sorry.” she responded immediately, “you just— you smell good, is all. i saw your hair was wet, you took a shower, right? you used the body lotion i gave you, right?”
you nodded reluctantly, somewhat weirded out by her behavior tonight, to which she hummed again.
“i knew you’d like it, it’s so soft and sweet,” she leaned in closer to your neck, sniffing it closer, “just like you, angel.”
what the fuck was actually wrong with her that night??
getting even more weirded out with each second that passed, you were about to let out a hesitant ‘thanks’ but got cut off by the sensation of her slowly sliding her hand up your pajama shirt as she kept sniffing you.
woah.
woah woah woah???
“wonyoung— what the fuck—“
“you smell so fucking good baby. fuck— so good. you used that body lotion just so i would notice, hm? i know you did.” she whispered into your ear, smelling your hair in the process as her other hand went down to your crotch.
triggering your fight or flight, you tried pushing her off of you slightly, but she simply wouldn’t budge.
wonyoung had always been taller than you by a long shot.
your own breathing getting heavier, you were starting to get progressively worried. why was she keeping you in place, why was she smelling you like this?? why the fuck was she acting weird???
“wonyoung get off of me—“
“god your smell.”
she just kept mumbling that same sentence as she sniffed you all over, gently putting her hand on your neck to keep you secure, making you squirm under her whilst you’re trying to break free from her tight grasp.
in a state of panic, “you’re scaring me wony stop it please—“
“stop moving or i swear to god i’ll fucking kill you.” was all she said back, it was dark, but not dark enough to where you couldn’t see her staring at you with that look again. you were shaking by this point, but you obeyed. you stopped moving, in fear of what she was actually going to do to you.
“look at you, being a fucking slut and putting on the body lotion i gave you, always wearing these outfits around me, and you seriously expect me not to do this shit? god, you probably sounded so good washing up too—” she rubbed your inners thighs with her free hand before adding on,
“what do you want me to do when your ass is out in front of me all the time, y/n? i tried to be nice and do it only when you’re sleeping, but answering the door at midnight in booty shorts and tshirt this tight? baby, you’re asking me to fuck you.” her hand still reaching down to your thighs and squeezing them, hard enough for her acrylic nails to dig in slightly as you winced in pain.
you tried speaking up, but words wouldn’t come out.
you could only stare at her, tears quickly welling up your eyes.
“oh angel, don’t cry..” she pouted, quickly taking that same hand she used to hurt you and wiping your tears with it. you could only flinch “i’m so sorry baby, i— i just can’t help it. you look so good and smell so good and—“ she slid her hand up your shirt and quickly went under your bra, playing with the nipple for a few moments almost immediately as she breathed in more of your pheromones before exhaling sharply yet again. “fuck y/n your tits—“
“—i’ll be quick, okay? i promise it’ll be fine, i’ll be sooo quick.”
wonyoung very quickly slid her hand back down your crotch as she forcefully kissed you, tightening her grip on your neck whenever you weren’t giving her enough tongue. “come on baby, work for it, i know you want this.”
you didn’t. you didn’t want it.
her fingers slipping under your shorts and onto your panties, she rubbed circles around your wet clit through the fabric of them, closing her eyes in euphoria when she heard your choked up moan.
“shit.. look at you, being all wet for me. i knew you’ve always wanted me to do this to you. hm? come on, say it.”
“l-let go off me—“
her nails dug into your neck once more, making you whimper. “shut. the fuck. up.” she whispered, “i guess bitches like you shouldn’t be allowed to speak up, huh. that’s fine, we’ll have you be a stupid puppy instead, okay? you can do that, right?”
you only cried out in front of her, clit still being stimulated from her long and cold fingers. her disturbing gaze piercing through yours, her pretty face exhibiting the ugliest thoughts she had about you.
“i said, nod, bitch.”
and so, you nodded. eagerly, at that. of course you did, with the amount of strength this girl was putting on her grip, you needed to obey her every word.
even if you had abundant tears rolling down your face.
“you’re so pretty like this.” she breathed out, before kissing you then pulling back away, “you’re getting me so fucking wet y/n.”
then, she gradually reaches into your underwear and puts her hands on your naked cunt, rubbing the slit and feeling how wet it is. in response to that, she laughed.
she laughed in your face.
but before you could even process anything, however, she already had two of her fingers buried deep inside your pussy, already curling in all of the right places.
and that’s when you remembered the fact that she had acrylic nails on.
“w-wonyoung— take them out take them out it h-hurts wonyoung it hurts p-please—“
“i don’t give a shit. you’re gonna be a good fucking girl and take it. you know what’ll happen if you don’t, don’t you?”
she pumped and curled her fingers in and out, watching you as your facial expressions changed with each movement she made, smiling and mocking you.
and that went for what felt like hours.
until she decided she had enough of you crying and begging for her to stop. she believed that it was, in her words, ‘her turn to feel good’ now.
so she took off her own clothes and rubbed her dripping pussy onto your own, her hand digging into your neck if you moved in a way she didn’t like.
her words rang in your head, things like “y-you’re so fucking selfish y/n, it’s usually so much better, whenever you’re sound a-asleep peacefully— oh my god.”
it didn’t take long for her to cum, since seeing you sob so prettily made her so unbelievably aroused. and when she did, she just went back to cuddling you. as if you weren’t bleeding from your nose, thighs and neck. as if you weren’t in pain, she just went back to cuddling you.
and you just had to silently cry in her arms. those were the only ones you could do that in at that moment.
hear me out… yunjin as your biggest supporter on OF, and that she’s your top payer to the point you want to get to know her. only for her to beg you to do a video collab so she can fuck your cute little face. she’s just a fein for head!!!!!😣
cw: filthy smut(masturbation, cum eating, use of videotaping, Yunjin receiving), porn with some plot, not proofread,, use of ‘S/N’ for “screen/name”
You didn’t know anyone in the industry, maybe a few faces here and there, but no one quite noticeable, well maybe due in part that you where a faceless content creator. Not much was known about you, other than the occasional kinks and preferences you’d naturally post under your frequent photoshoots. Having “fans” didn’t help much either, they all just so happened to have tacky screen names that hid their true identity— Well, that was the case until you came across an account that would frequently pay for extra access to your photos, with her name and face plastered onto her casual viewing account.
“huh yunjin” it displayed, the username just being ‘yunnnnjin” something that’s just so intriguing, since you never really saw anyone so proud to display that they looked around the website. Honestly it was really just a pleasant surprise knowing someone was actually human looking through your photos, and occasional videos. Also the fact that she was absolutely stunning in her profile picture kinda made you suspicious, wondering if this could be a bot. I mean, her dark red hair, which complimented her big brown eyes and plump lips, it was all too good to be true!
The only reason you ever believed that this was a real person running this account was the amount of payments she made. It was absolutely absurd! Not only was she paying for literally all the extra spicy photos you posted— but it came to the point she went out of her way to make excess payments just for the hell of it! Your debit card was absolutely popping every single business day with more and more installments that this Yunjin girl sent you. Of course, you were a high paid model, who wracked up 40-50k a month, but honestly even how much she was paying you was too much.
And the weirdest part of it was she was paying thousands to ten thousand every week, without even a single comment or peep from her. Someone with that kind of spending habits must be someone who has some weird parasocial relationship… right?
Wrong!
It was always apparent that she kept a safe distance, never reaching out or demanding more raunchy photos from you, it just seemed like she was a viewer enjoying the content from afar. The idea of her doing this was perplexing, when people who sent far less on your photos where demanding far more than her. It was in some odd way, endearing to you. Coming to the point where you wanted to reach out to her and just get to know the woman who was practically paying your bills at this point. Not wanting to sound like a creep, you silently slid into her chat box with her, and sent a message. (Only for her to reply in a heartbeat.)
you: “Hey I saw you paying so much on my content thank you so much!”
yunnnnjin: “hi”
yunnnnjin: “yeah np, ur very beautiful”
you: “thank u sm!”
you: “I don’t want to sound ungrateful but why do you always pay extra? you don’t have to >_>”
yunnnnjin: “ah.. i just find you stunning”
you: “your my biggest supporter thank you!”
yunnnnjin: “this might be a weird question to ask, and I’m not demanding anything from you.”
you: “hm??”
yunnnnjin: “but can we film a collab”
staring right at your computer, your reading glasses was slowly falling down your face as you opened your jaw in disbelief. Did she seriously just say that? After mere minutes of meeting? What the fuck? So maybe she wasn’t any better than a man because what the hell just happened. You thought maybe you could trust her, believe that she wasn’t one of those entitled fans who felt the need to claim every inch of you, but I guess not. Honestly you felt disgusted she could ask this so quickly, but a morbid curiosity filled your mind, this could be a perfect way to make a little more money.
yunnnnjin: “sorry that was weird”
yunnnnjin: “i shouldn’t have said anything im sorry”
you: “… do u have a photo of ur face, like a video or something you can record right now so I know what I’m working with.”
*Yunjin sent 5 video attachments*
Admittedly you were scared to open the files she sent you, maybe this was all a prank and some sick friend was pulling this on you. But something just drew you in as you hovered your mouse on the reveal bar, clicking the photos, the blur was lifted and you were greeted with plethora of videos to look at. From first glance everything seemed to check out, but you wanted to make sure she didn’t just snag these from the internet.
The first video included her in a soft white robe, someone clearly putting makeup on her plush skin as she sat down. Humming a tune in the background that was oddly familiar to you, maybe a little too familiar.
The other 3 videos included her doing such mindless task like doing her make up, drinking coffee, even dancing to the beat of the music. But that’s not what interested you the most, what you gravitated toward was the video, with the first few frames being her face scrunched up, closing her eyes at her screen.
Playing the video, you were greeted by muffled groans, and the sound of skin rubbing against one another, almost in a rhythmic motion. As each time the skin glided across the other, she would let out the most intense moan, pleading with someone in front of the camera. Her eyes darting towards the scream as her mouth opened slightly, not clocking what she was doing until her moans became so loud, that the speakers on your computer started vibrating. Oh! She’s jacking off! While recording herself! How interesting!
That’s not what caught your eye though, it’s when she brung the camera down to the base of her thighs, propping the camera behind her thick perched up cock as she started rubbing it up and down. Her moans turning into pleading as she called out your screen name repeatedly, begging for her release like she was imagining it was your hands around her girth. She was far too much for you— to the point watching the precum dribble from the slit of her member made your skin crawl. You wished it was you making her feel that way, so you decided to continue watching until she reached her climax. Watching her hands slide up and down, quickening the pace and using her cum as leverage to fuck herself using her palm, made you go crazy. It wasn’t until she reached her maximum, as her legs buckled up slightly with her back arched cumming all over the screen. The bed squeaking as she fucked her hands aggressively to reach that climax she-oh-so desired. Your name rolling of her tounge so naturally as “fuckin’ so good” and “shit”, was mixed into it.
you: “wow”
you: “so you are real.”
yunnnnjin: “haha sorry if that last video is weird jst wanted u to know how much i want to collab”
you: “make sense, uhhhhhh i think we can, do u have an address?”
yunnnnjin: “perfect, and here’s my address, but tell me if you ever come over I’ll plan everything ahead”
You might’ve been sick in the head, because now you stood rooted in place standing in front of the door of her apartment. For all you knew she could’ve been a perverted killer on the loose, but seeing that video of her changed the trajectory of your life.
Knocking on the door, you heard someone stumble over themselves as the reached the door with a thud. A small groan escaping from a woman’s lips as she hurriedly pried the door open, your heartbeat racing. Finally as she opened the door, you met her brown gaze as her red hair fell gently over her face and covered a lot of her defining features. “You actually came.” Yunjin taking all of you in, being surprised that it was actually you as you covered your face with a black mask. Without warning she dragged your wrist and lead you into her nicely decorated apartment. All of her decor being of welloff brands and photos of her with 4 or sometimes 5 other girls.
She dragged you over to her bedroom, only to be met with professional lighting setups, cameras and other video recording tools set all around. She was clearly a little too prepared for her own good, down to the box of condoms that sat nicely on-top of the black bedsheets. “I got this all for you— I’m sorry if this is too much, but I didn’t know what else to do when you gave me this opportunity.” Tilting your head in confusion as from your knowledge she must’ve gotten all this equipment recently, since nothing about her profile said “model” or “photographer.”
“Ah thank you but you didn’t need to do all of that, besides I brought my video camera with me for a reason.” You insisted pulling out the black bag inside your even bigger gym back, showing her the camera as you slid it out. She stared back at you, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she looked back at everything she had prepared, mentally cursing herself when she should’ve know that you’d bring something fancy. “Oh this is a shame—“
“It’s fine, if you have everything set up, we can use this instead of what I’m using now, it’s probably better quality anyways.” And so you did, you began recording the first few clips, just some lingerie shots with Yunjin, or photographs with her tongue pressed agonist parts of your body. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but watching her boxers press up against your stomach, feeling her stiffened cock onto your tummy, made you feral. Greatful that you wore a face mask to cover your true identity, because with out it you’d be drooling by the contact of her boxers.
Thankfully, after snapping some promiscuous photos of the both of you, Yunjin offered to take some solo shots of you. This type without your top out, something that was so natural for you to do, made Yunjin’s breath hitch as your breast pooled into the free air. Fuck, you didn’t know how much she wanted to touch you right now, to have your nipple in her mourn while she played with your other breast. Or fucking your face and letting her precious cum fall down your chin and down to your chest. As the camera clicked on and on, her mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of fucking you mindlessly. Having her cum all over the nastiest parts of your body, while you scream her name all day long. And finally ripping off that black mask you used to cover your adorable face with so she could spurt all over you.
It took you a few minutes— actually almost half an hour to tell that her hardened cock was pressing even harder against her fabric, begging to be let out. As her mind drifted in and out of reality, you tried your best to snap her out of trance with no avail. “Yunjin—“ You called out her name once, “Yunjin?” A second time as you inched closer to her in your kneeling position, looking up at her soft gaze as she stared down at you. Before you could say her name one last time you where faced up, inches apart her hard member, looking up at her with, those, eyes.
Yunjin didn’t respond, not for a long time, her hands reaching out to your hair as she continued to click some more photos. Tangling her delicate slim fingers into your hair, taking more and more photos as you called out to her. “Fuck, S/N, you look so good” She mumbled, taking her hands out of your hair to pinch your cheeks up to give her your whole attention. Her breathing heavy as she watched your even movement, and how your face masked heaved up and down as she did so. “Can I fuck you princess, please— please let me use your pretty mouth baby.” Yunjin murmured, pulling her hands away from you as she held the waistband of her boxers.
Without any second thought, you brung your hands up and yanking it off of her, not wanting to admit that you wanted this more than her. As her boxers slid off so easily, you could see her cock take its place as it sprung up, the sheer size of it hitting her stomach as she had a painful erection.
It took you in awe for a few moments, the both of you not doing anything as you stared at her member, while she looked down at you in anticipation. “Holy shit— uh, can you get the video camera then?” You asked while Yunjin shook her head vigorously, tripping over herself to fully take off everything and grab the video taping camera on the side table. Running back, she began recording and pointing the camera down at you, indicating that the shot was already rolling.
You lifted your mask a little bit to place the head of her pink cock to the edge of your lips, placing the mask over, giving her little kitten licks as you do so. The sudden contact of your mouth on her most sensitive part made her let out the dirtiest moan, and bring her free hand to tangle it in your hair. “Fuck, that felt so nice baby.” She groaned out, petting your hair as you continued to bring your mouth to the base. The sheer size of it making you tear up, unable to handle how much you had to put in.
Yunjin was getting off to this, getting off to your gagging, getting off to the feeling of your small mouth around her dick, just getting off to the idea of you. “Is it— hah, too big princess?” She breathed out as she buckled her waist, pushing you to deep throat her thick cock. Leaving you to gag even more as she was pressing up against you, the tip off your nose touching her pelvis as she brung you deeper down. The sounds of your muffled gagging gave her more leverage to fist your hair and fuck into you. Letting dribbles of cum and salvia accumulate as drizzle down your chin. Luckily the mask you wore was able the cover the lewd juices leaking out from you mouth as you took her all.
Bobbing your head back and fourth, her fist was still clawing at your hair as she fucked your most so nicely. “Fuck— fuck…” She groaned, her dick writing in your mouth as you hummed, “mpfh” letting the vibrations of your voice to leave a nice sensation around her. Your tongue swirling around in circles, nose touching her pelvis as hot air coming from your nose sent shivers down her spine. From the way her hips where proceeding to buckle clearly indicated that she was close to climaxing.
With a few more thrusts into your mouth in an almost apathetic way, without any hesitation— she released all of her salty seed into your mouth. Slowing pulling away as she swayed the rest of her cum inside, the lose of contact made a popping noise. “Shit.” Yunjin examined how good you looked as she slowly pulled off your mask, to admire the cum and saliva dribbling down your mouth. Ripping her hands away from your hair, she placed her thumb on where the main stream of liquid resided, and pushed everything back into your mouth. “Swallow it up.” Yunjin demanded, watching you make a show out of it, going as far as to open your mouth after you finished. “Mm, good girl.”
urgahfhhhh I was gonna add so much more but after this I got drained smh. full on smut sex scene cummin’ up when I feel like it LOL!!!!
// WARNINGS : college au, jealous and mean yunjin, heavy degradation, g!p yunjin (who cheered), implied babygirl reader, yunjin is implies to be wearin a silver chain and rings, hair pullin, she fucks u in the backseat of her car yah, NOT proofread when when is it?
found this deep in the vault and had to post the for the moment since i haven’t wrote for yunjin inna bit <3 (missing the red hair)
“this what you wanted, hm?” yunjin grunts, her cock drilling into your soaking pussy as she pins your legs to your chest. your eyes were squeezed shut, the mascara you perfectly applied onto your lashes rolling down your cheeks and your moans were gettin’ stuck in your throat the more harder she slamed into you, “lettin’ that girl get too close to you.. you wanted to get a raise outta me, huh? all you think in that pretty lil head of yours is sex.” she hissed out, the sound of skin slapping loud.
“i’m sorry!” a loud plea escapes your lips, her hand instantly tugging on your hair, the cute bows in your hair falling onto the cars floor.
“don’t wanna hear it, slut,” yunjin growls, her silver chain dangling in your face rapidly, “dumb sluts don’t get to talk.”
your tears began to spill more rapidly at the stinging sensation from her yanking your hair. the hours you spent in the mirror dollin’ yourself up gone to waste.
“jinnie..pull out please—it hurts!” you whispered, barely opening your eyes. her chain catching your attention as it dangles over you in a hypnotic motion.
“you like it like this,” yunjin’s perfectly plump lips curled into a cruel smirk, “nasty sluts like you love the pain.”
her hand moves from your hair and moves down your collarbone and rests on your neck, her rings cold around your neck as she squeezes. “pretty cumdump just wanted some dick, huh?”
your moans began to turn into whimpers as you dumbly stare at her chain—somethin’ you always catch yourself staring at. the more her grip tightened around your neck, the more your chest rose up and down, desperate for some oxygen.
“jinnie—fuckk,” you strangled out. letting out choked out whimpers that has her cock twitching inside your cunt.
she abruptly pulls out and flips you over n forces your back to arch and pushing back into your wet puffy cunt. you gasped at the impact, the air knocked outta you as he began drilling into you with an unforgiving pace.
just when you lay your head down onto the cars seat she instantly tangles her hand in your hair, yanking your head up. “ah, ah, ah. let’s make sure everyone hears how desperate you are for some dick,” yunjin huffs and gives a stinging slap to your ass, making more tears mixed with your mascara roll down.
“ah! ah—s’too fast!” you scream out as black dots began to form in your vision. your pussy squeezing around her cock drilling in you.
“shut the fuck up,” he says with each snap of his hips, “n take it, gonna fill this lil pussy up with cum.”
your eyes rolled back n your jaw went slack as you whimpered underneath her and came uncontrollably.
a few more snaps of her hips and her head rolls back as she moans. she pushed all the way into your abused pussy and four thick spurts of cum fills you up.
she finally lets go of your hair, letting you lay limply on her car seat, your chest heaving as your eyes close.
“i’m not done with you yet.” she bent down to whisper into your ear, her cock still insanely hard inside you. she softly kissed away a tear and gripped your hips, “gonna ruin you ‘till you can’t walk.”
Warning- G!P Yunjin, sex, Ceo x bodyguard, sex without protection, Don’t be a dud- wrap your bud, mommy kink.
Paring - GP!Dom!Yunjin x Ceo!fem!Reader.
Synopsis - Yunjin is your bodyguard, your the boss.. she has to protect you in any situation, any right..?
Word count - 4.8K
Yunjin - RED.
Reader - WHITE.
You were at a friend's, Hanni’s, party, when an unsettling guy cornered me, leering. He said his name was Kang Junwoo, he was apparently one of Hanni’s friend.
He gripped my arms. "Don't leave yet, beautiful.. we were just getting started,” he insisted.
"Back off, I'm taken" You snapped.
"Really? But I didn't see—"
Without hesitation, You called over your bodyguard, Huh Yunjin. In a clever ruse, You pretended to kiss her by pressing your thumb to her lips. When You pulled away, You went and confronted the guy.
"Does that prove l'm taken?" You challenged him. 
You look back at Yunjin then at the man, The man reluctantly stepped back, his expression a mix of disbelief and disappointment. You exhaled a sigh of relief turning to Yunjin, meeting her stoic gaze.
You I gave her an awkward smile, your cheeks turning pink.
“Uh..” Yunjin broke the silence of the atmosphere around you guys, it sounded like she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
You cleared your throat, your cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. You took a step closer to Yunjin, her presence suddenly bringing a sense of comfort to you.
"Sorry for that... It was the only way—” You sighed, “It was the only way I could think of that would make him back off..”
She nodded.
You shifted your weight, the adrenaline still coursing through you. You couldn't help but steal glances at Yunjin, studying her calm and composed demeanor. After a moment of silence, you fidgeted with the hem of my dress, searching for something to say.
"Uh... Thanks for playing along, I guess..I didn't mean to drag you into that whole...thing" You muttered, feeling an odd mixture of awkwardness and attraction.
Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the sight of her, her mere presence making me feel flustered. The silence between you guys stretched out, making the tension and attraction increasingly palpable. You bit your lip, struggling to find the right words to break the tension.
"You know..." You started, breaking the silence, my voice a bit shaky. You shifted closer to Yunjin, the gap between us gradually shrinking. "You're quite good at being a pretend girlfriend"
"I am?" She looked down at you, her height being 5'7 and yours being 5'5...
Staring up at her, you realized just how much taller she was compared to you. The gap in our heights only added to the captivating dynamic between you
Both. You swallowed hard, feeling a flutter of nervousness in your chest.
"Yeah..." You replied, your voice slightly hushed. The intensity of the moment grew, the air filled with unspoken tension.
"You played the part really well" you managed to say, your gaze locked with hers.
You took a step closer, your bodies only inches apart now. The proximity was making your heart race, your mind swimming with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. You could feel her presence, the heat of her body radiating toward me. Without thinking, you reached up, your fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw, your touch feather-light.
"You...you have quite a convincing presence, you know?" You whispered, your voice barely heard above the music that filled the room. My fingers lingered on her jaw, the touch sending a wave of electricity through me. You tried to conceal your trembling hands, your heart beating like a drum in your chest.
"Hhmm you think so...?" She asked.
You nodded, your fingers continuing their path along yourjaw, slowly tracing the curve of her neck. You could feel the rapid flutter of your own heartbeat, the intimate contact between you two sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
"Very much so..." Your murmured, your voice a low, sultry tone. "You're almost too good at this"
Your fingers reached the nape of her neck, your touch lingering there. You guys faces were mere inches apart now, the two of yall’s breaths mingling in the air. The heat of her body, the sound of her steady breathing, the scent of her skin -everything was overwhelming in the best possible way.
Your lips parted slightly, your voice dropping to a soft whisper.
"Maybe a bit too good, even"
"What are you implying, boss...?"
Boss. The word sent a jolt through your heart, a mix of excitement and power surging through you. You swallowed, trying to hold on to your composure, but the heat between the two of you was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
"What if..." You began, your voice a mere whisper, "What if this wasn't just pretend...?"
You stared up at her, your gaze intense and filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. The distance between the two of you had all but vanished, your bodies now tightly pressed together. You looked at her face, taking in every detail: the curve of her lips, the depth of her eyes, the slight flush on her cheeks.
Slowly, you let her hands roam over her shoulders, your touch both intimate and yearning.
You leaned in, your breath hot against her neck, your lips close enough to graze her skin. The scent of her perfume filled your nostrils, making your head spin and your heart race even faster.
"What if...what if I wanted this to be real?" You murmured, your words a mere breath against her ear. You let my fingers trail along her collarbone, the need to touch her almost excruciating.
"And how are you implying that?"
Your hand traced a path down her arm, your fingertips lingering on the exposed skin. You took a shaky breath, your body trembling with the intensity of the moment. It was as if all your carefully built walls were crumbling down, leaving you vulnerable and desperate.
"I'm not just implying, Yunjin," You whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of your words. "I'm telling you. I want you. This. Us. To be real."
You pressed your body closer to hers, seeking her warmth and solace. You could feel her pulse under your fingertips, a rapid rhythm that mirrored your own wild heartbeat.
The world around the two of you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in a state of heightened awareness.
"Please..." You murmured, your voice a desperate plea. "Please tell me you want this too."
"I do feel the same..and.. I want to show you that a feel the same..." she smiled at you.
A wave of relief washed over me, my heart swelling from her words. The mixture of tension and desire between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Your lips curled into a soft smile, a surge of happiness coursing through you.
"Show me," you whispered, my voice filled with longing. "Show me how you feel, Prove it to me."
She cups your face... "After the party..."
You shivered under yunjin’s touch, the sensation of her fingers against your skin sending a wave of heat throughout your body. You leaned into her hand, craving the closeness and the reassurance it provided.
"After the party," you repeated, your voice a soft, eager whisper. Your eyes met hers, a silent promise of unspoken desires hanging in the air between the both of us.
A few hours later - AFTER THE PARTY
The party had finally come to an end, and you found myself in the confines of my car, Yunjin by your side. The tension between you guys where was palpable, the silence in the car almost deafening.
You could hear your own heart pounding in your ears, my anticipation growing with every passing moment. You snuck a glance at her, your breath catching in your throat as their eyes met. The journey from the party to your penthouse felt endless, each passing minute only heightening your desperation to be alone with her.
After reaching our destination, Yunjin parked and got out the car...
You followed, my movements shaky from a mixture of anxiety and excitement. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat that was building inside of me.
You waited as Yunjin locked the car, your eyes never leaving her. The thought of being alone with her, finally feeling her touch and losing yourself in the moment, was almost overwhelming. You took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
"Let's go up, shall we?" You said, your voice a little shaky as I led the way. As we stepped inside, you couldn't help but fidget with your fingers, your mind racing with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
Yunjin follows you inside the building...
You both walked through the elegant lobby, the soft sounds of our footsteps echoing in the empty space. Ypu led the way to the elevator, your mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. You pressed the button and waited for the doors to open, the silence between the both pf of growing more and more charged with each passing second.
As the elevator doors opened, You stepped inside, your heart hammering in your chest.
Yunjin followed, her presence a source of both reassurance and excitement. The elevator began its ascent, the small space suddenly feeling even more intimate. You stole glances at her, your eyes scanning her features, taking in every detail.
You shifted slightly as the elevator climbed higher, the tension between the both of you guysbecoming almost unbearable. Part of you wanted to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and satisfy the ache that had been building all night. But another part of you was terrified, uncertain of how to proceed in this uncharted territory.
Finally, the elevator reached the penthouse and the doors opened, revealing the luxurious space beyond. I led the way inside, my steps a bit shaky.
The room was dimly lit, a soft, intimate ambiance enveloping us. Without a word, you turned to face her, the weight of our unspoken desires hanging heavily in the air.
You looked into her eyes, your breath catching in your throat. You couldn't hold myself back any longer. Closing the distance between them, you reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as they grazed her cheek. The feel of her skin under your fingertips sent a shiver down my spine, your heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions.
Yunjin looks back at her.
Our eyes locked, a torrent of emotions swirling between us. You took a step closer, you guys bodies almost touching. The proximity was making your head spin, your mind clouded with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. You let your fingers trail down her neck, the touch gentle yet filled with need.
My eyes flicked down to her lips, my gaze lingering for a moment. The urge to taste her, to feel the softness of her mouth against mine, was almost overwhelming.
But I held back, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my heart hammering in my chest.
Looks at her lips...
I could see the desire in her eyes, the same hunger that was burning within me.
Seeing her gaze fixed on your lips sent a jolt of electricity through me, you resolve weakening with each passing moment. You inched closer, your body pressed against hers, the heat between the both of you almost unbearable.
"I want you," You murmured, your voice a mere whisper. My hands moved to her waist, my fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt as if trying to anchor yourself in the moment.
You leaned in, your lips just millimeters away from hers, the need to taste her becoming almost unbearable.
"Me too..." Yunjin replied.
You could feel her breath against your lips, the words sending a shiver down your spine. The last remnants of restraint vanished, and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a low moan, you closed the gap between you two, your lips finally meeting hers in a desperate, searing kiss.
The feel of her mouth against mine was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. You deepened the kiss, your hands roaming over her body, exploring every contour, desperate to feel her as closely as possible.
French kissing...
The kiss grew more intense, the two of your mouths moving together in a passionate dance.
Your tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring and tasting her, the sensations driving me closer to the edge. Your hands moved to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as you pulled her closer, feeling her body press against yours.
After a little make out session, you pull Yunjin into your bedroom.
The kiss finally broke, and you leaned my forehead against hers, both of us panting heavily, the air between us charged with a mixture of desire and anticipation. You took her hand, leading her into the bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest with each step.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the ambient lights casting shadows on the walls. You closed the door behind us, enclosing us in the sanctuary of my private space. Turning to face her, you took in her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, feeling a fresh wave of desire surge through me.
Yunjin went and sat on her bed, my back against the headboard... you watched as she settled onto the bed, her back resting against the headboard.
The sight of her there, in your bed, was almost more than I could handle. Your eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail, the gentle curve of her neck, the way her breath hitched in her chest. It took every bit of my willpower not to pounce on her then and there.
You walked over to her and straddled her, Yunjin was in her own ceo's bed as you guys made out... you wanted yunjin..
Your hands on Yunjin’s shoulders, Your fingers playing with the fabric of her tie. Inbetween kisses, a low moan escaped your lips, your body pressed against hers.
Yunjin could feel the heat between the both of you, my breathing becoming heavier as the passion between us intensified. You pulled away, looking into yunjin’s eyes with a mixture of desire and need.
"I want you... So bad" You whispered, your desire clear in your voice.
“Hmm you want me so bad..? How bad are we talking Ms.Y/n?” She asked you as she rubbed your sides, “so fucking bad yunjin..”
She smelled your breath and realised that you were a bit tipsy, “But boss your a bit tipsy..." She mumbled under her breath as she looked up at you.
You smirked, a hint of mischievousness in your eyes. You leaned in, your lips barely touching her ear as you whispered, your voice sultry and seductive.
"So what if I am..." You nipped at her earlobe gently, your hands roaming down Yunjin’s chest, and to her hips, pulling yunjin closer to you.
You could feel her body tense against yours, your breath hitching as your touch sent shivers down her spine. You could tell she were hesitant, her loyalty to her job keeping Yunjin from fully giving in to her desire. However, I wasn't about to give up on you so easily.
"Relax…. I want this. I want you" You purred, your lips tracing a path down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
Yunjin looked away, her face turning a bit red.. she knew it was wrong I mean you’re her boss. But it felt right so she didn’t resist and finally gave up and let her desires free, just for tonight.
She took your chin and kissed you. She licked the bottom of your lip, silently asking for entrance. As you opened your mouth she quickly went and attacked your mouth, exploring the inside your mouth.
Your hands found its way to yunjin’s neck, Hers to your waist, gently squeezing your waist with her hands..
Yunjin pulled away looking at the string of saliva connecting you two by the mouth, she smirks at you.. biting her bottom lip. “You look so good on top you know..”
You lightly chuckled, “Do I now..?”
She nodded, “Definitely.. it’s like a turn on..” she chuckled. She had a boner and it was pretty obvious due to you feeling it against your thigh.
“You’re are really turned on..” You shift in her lap, “I can feel something or someone getting a little excited down there..”
You feel a tug on the rim of ur shirt.. you look down to see yunjin’s hands fiddling with it, “Can I take this off you..?” You look back up and nodded at yunjin.
She pulls your shirt up and over your head off your body throwing your shirt somewhere on the floor, leaving you in your white lace bra and grey skirt that had rode up due to your sitting on her lap.
You blush even more as you saw Yunjin’s eyes lingering around your chest area. “Woah..” She mumbled and gulped.
“You’re staring..” You mumbled being a bit shy. “Sorry.. it’s just— they look so perfect in your bra..”
You looked straight at Yunjin after she said that.. “Y-you think so..?” She noded.
She then leaned into your ear, “I know so princess,” she whispered before attacking your neck leaving love bites and hickeys on your neck.
You whimpered, it felt so good.
She moved her head down and down, till she reached your chest. “May I princess..?” She tugged on the back of your bra and looked up at you.
“Y-yea..” You mumbled as she unclipped your bra from behind. Your boobs where sensitive to her touch and she runs her thumb repeatedly over the nub on your left boob as she sucked on your right.
Enjoying all the whimpers and moans that you let slip through your mouth.. just for her and only her.
She then gently laid you down as she kissed down to your lower abdomen, all the way to your skirt.. her hand tugged on it. “Hmm may I..?” She asked as she went back up to her where you guys were face to face.
You nodded, “Please do..”
She nodded the pecked your lips and when down onto her knees as she pulled your grey skirt down, tossing it to who knows were in your bedroom.
But you didn’t care you just wanted her to fuck you.
As Yunjin was on her knees she thought it was more sexy to fuck, you with your underwear on. But she was gonna hold it to the side as she fucked you, it would be even better if she fucked you raw.
You mean, you wouldn’t mind it, You were not to mention on birth control pills.
You watched as Yunjin stood up and took off her unbuttoning her shirt and taking it off with her tire revealing the Calvin Klein sports bra she had on underneath her shirt. She tossed her shirt somewhere else in your room before un buckling her belt and unbuttoning her trousers.
She was wearing a Calvin Klein boxers, well that’s what was on the waistband. She let her trousers puddle at her feet but before she pulled down her boxers she looked down at you.
“Um.. you think you can take 9.5inches..?” She asked you looking down at your quite shocked face.
You slowly nodded, “Y-yea.. just be gentle..”
Yunjin took your hand, “I promise i’ll be gentle with you.. princess..” You smiled as you cupped her cheeks and kissed her for a few moments.
She pulled away and then got back on her knees as she rubbed the dark spot on her lace white underwear, “Hmm all wet for mommy I see, huh?” She looked up at you from her angle to see you whimpering and pleading for touch to touch her.
She pulls away your underwear to the side, “Aww thats a pretty pink colour princess..” She mumbles and licks the bud.
Yunjin said as she slurped up all your juices, you felt like you was on cloud nine at this point.
She continued to eat you out before inserting a finger into your hole.. “Just preparing you princess..” she smiled at you as she started to move her fingers in and out of you slowly as she felt how tight you were.
Your hips started rocking against Yunjin’s hand, “Hmm someone’s needy huh..” You whimpered in response, “I think thats enough preparation done..” she took out her fingers and sucked your slick off of them.
You looked away, not before long Yunjin stood up and took off her boxers. It revealed what was hiding behind that huge bulge that she had in her boxers.
Her 9.5 inch thick and girthy cock sprang out from her boxers, she let her boxers pool with her trousers. She looked at you, “it looks big, but Im sure you cam take it princess..”
You rest on your elbows to look down, and it looked big. It was veiny, hard and the tip of it was a pinkish colour with pre cum coming out the tip. You gulp, “I-it does look big..”
She nods and gently teases your hole, “Hmm how bad do you want mommy’s cock, princess..?” She asked as she gathered all your slick for lube.
“A-ah please stop t-teasing me yunnie..” you pled as you saw Yunjin nod and gently pushes into you, stretching your hole to her size.
“A-ah.. oh gosh..!” You whimpered, the feeling of her stretching your hole felt so good but hurt so bad.
“Shit, fuckkk thats tight ah hmpf thats tight”, yunjin mumbled as she continued to push into you, You holds onto her biceps, squeezing haed.
Yunjin noticed it, “Need a minute..?” She looked at you seeing the slight discomfort in your body language and a bit of pain in your face expression.
You nodded, “Hmpf yeah..”, You muttered and looked back up at her. Yunjim kissed your cheek and drew shapes on your stomach giving you time to adjust to her size.
After 5-10 minutes Later
After adjusting to her size you bod your head, “I’m r-ready yunnie.” You mumbled, loud enough for her to hear you.
“I’ll be slow princess..” Yunjin said and started to slowly move in and out of you.
She moved a bit faster after a while as she held your white lace underwear to the side. All the while she was doing that you were a moaning mess, it felt so good it had you rolling your eyes back to the back of your head.
She smirked as she saw your face, she moved even faster, the sound of your cheeks clapping became more and more louder as well as your moans.
“Ah oh gosshhhhhh!!” you held onto her shoulders.
She continued and leaned down kissing your neck, “So good for mommy..” You moaned.
“Hmpf mommy you feel so good..”
Yunjin looked down at the part of where you guys were connected, seeing the amount of release and cum there she found it such a turn on, “So much release... damn princess this looks... so... pretty...” Yunjin said as moved slowly..
I gasped as you moved slowly, the mixture of pleasure and praise sending a shiver down my spine. I looked up at you, my breathing ragged and uneven. My cheeks flushed, my body arching against yours as you moved.
"Y-You like that..." You whispered, your voice filled with desire.
Yunjin had one hand on your hips and the other holding your white undies to the side, "mhm yeah..."
You could feel Yunjin’s touch on your hip, her hand holding your underwear to continues to slide her dick in and out of you.
Your breath hitched as Yunjin touched me, the feeling of her hand on my skin sending waves of pleasure through me. You looked up at her, your eyes filled with desire "That feels so good..." You murmured, Your voice laced with pleasure.
"Gosh you feel good ah fucking baby... I love you..." Yunjin mumbled as she continued to fuck your brains out.
You could feel your heart skip a beat as she spoke, the words "I love you" sending a surge of warmth through your body. You looked up at her, your eyes filled with affection and desire.
"I...l love you too... So much..." You whispered, your voice soft and filled with emotion.
Yunjin chuckles... then rubs your cheek... "You’re so cute..."
A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as Yunjin rubbed your cheek. Her gentle touch and affectionate words made me feel loved and appreciated during this imtamate situation.
"And you're so ah hmm sweet m-mommy..." You murmured, my eyes gazing up at you with a mix of affection and desire. You reached up, cupping Yunjin’s face with my hand, your thumb gently stroking her cheek.
Yunjin pulls out of you and teases you...
You gasped as yunjin pulled out, the absence of your touch making me crave you even more. A whimper escaped from your lips as Yunjin teased me, the mix of pleasure and anticipation building within yourself. You looked up at yujin, your body arching towards yunjin’s.
"Please... I need you..." you pleaded, your voice was filled with longing and desire.
"How bad you need mommy's dick inside your tight cunt...?" Yunjin asked.
You swallowed, yunjin’s body trembling with desire at the sound of Her words. You looked up at her with a mixture of needy and submissive, my voice trembling with need.
"So bad... I need you so bad, mommy... Please... I need your touch...i’ll be a good girl for mommy please..” you begged her.
Yunjin pushes back inside you... "Look at that... you’re mommy’s little cum slut aren’t ya..?” She pounds into your cunt.
You let out a gasp as Yunjin pushed back into you the feeling of her dick filling you up to the brim.
"Who knew that you'd look so pretty like this...?"
You felt your cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure washing over me. You met her gaze, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability.
"Ah Y-You really think so mommy..? Hmpfff fuck...?" You asked, my voice soft and shy.
Yunjin mods
"Wanna release for mommy...? I know you’ve been dying to cum all over mommy’s thick, lengthy dick.” She felt you clenching meaning that you were close to release.
A wave of excitement washed over You at Yunjin’s words. You met her gaze, her eyes filled with need and desire.
“Ah yeah oh gosh yes... please, m-mommy. I want to release for you.. all over your thick fucking cock..” You murmured, your voice low in desperation but high in desire
“Go on cum on mommy’s thick dick princess..” as soon as Yunjin said that you let out a soft moan as you reached your peak. Your body trembled as you cummed all over yunjin’s dick leaving yunjin’s lower half all covered in your slick.
"Hmm I got you princess, mommy’s got you..” You were panting, trying to catch your breath. You looked up at Her, your eyes a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.
"T-Thank you... That was amazing... mommy..” you murmured, your voice shaky..
Yunjin nods and smiled, you smiled up at her, feeling a sense of contentment and affection. Yunjin reached out, her hand gently stroking her cheek.
"You're so good to me..." you said, your voice soft and filled with gratitude.
After a few minutes of catching your breath, Yunjin pulled out of you and helped you up into the bathroom. Where you both took a shower to wash the smell of sex off you both.
After the shower, you let yunjin wear some on your baggy clothes which fitted her, but she complained of going to bed hot if she wore that top so she chose a baggy thin t-shirt.
While you wore cute plaided pyjamas that was super comfortable, you sat on the bed as you watched Yunjin pick up the both if you guys clothes.
You wanted to help her but, you couldn’t walk properly due to you guys recent activity. So you waited till she put the clothes in the hamper then turn off the lamp as you laid down under the sheets, waiting for yunjin to join you.
When yunjin climbed into the bed, you mumbled something she didn’t hear. “Hmm what did you say princess..?”
You repeated it again, “Can i be small spoon.. i want to be held by you..”, loudly for only her to hear.
Yunjin nodded and huggef you from behind making you lay there in yunjin’s arms, the aftermath of our encounter leaving me feeling content and satisfied, a question came to mind.
You both clean up and lay in bed, yunjin was gonna stay the night cuddling. Yunjin was big spoon as you were small spoon.
“Goodnight yunnie,” you said as you felt yunjin snuggle into you.
“Night princess..” Yunjin whispered back as she dozed off back to sleep.
Catching subG!PYunjin jerking off to online videos and teased her about it for days until she had enough
pairing. sub!gp huh yunjin x dom!fem reader.
content warnings. jerking off, pervy behavior.
i love the concept of yunjin as this funny and entertaining girl who is also so pathetic and a loser when it comes to love... she loves being able to entertain her friends and live life to the fullest, but unfortunately, all that confidence and passion she has the most of the time ends up disappearing when she has to act in the realm of love 🥺 she is someone who has so much charm and charisma by nature, bringing smiles to anyone’s face and creating a pleasant atmosphere, but she seems to lose that gift once a woman approaches her! and she acts so awkward when there are girls around because she doesn’t really know how to act, and she ends up staying silent in an embarrassing and uncomfortable way...
and it’s all much worse if she haves a female roommate because she feels terrified even when she’s in the comfort of her own sweet home. most of the time she is on edge and alert when there are women around her because she gets nervous and shy easily, and it's so much worse when she gets home and you’re not in your room because she doesn’t know how to act without blushing or stuttering... she acts and behaves like a rat because she always moves with agility and speed, closing the front door behind her in a matter of seconds, greeting you quickly under her breath and practically runs to her room to lock herself in because it’s like her safe place! it seems that she is not even capable of experiencing a minimal amount of time with you because otherwise she would faint right there in your place, choosing to disappear quickly from your life because otherwise she doesn’t know what would happen to her...
entering her room without knocking is the worst decision you can make because you find yunjin sitting in front of her desk, pumping her cock into her fist rapidly as a video plays on her computer screen... if it were someone else, you would apologize and quickly leave the room immediately, but since it’s yunjin, can’t you feel a certain attraction to seeing her in such an intimate and vulnerable moment.
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Mean bully!Sophia who always loved degrading you, obsessed with seeing how your confidence and smile disappear.
Mean bully!Sophia who get extremely jealous seeing other girls dare talk with her favorite play toy.
"I'm your favorite classmate, hm?" Sophia pouted with a grin as she tightly squeezed around your waist.
Mean bully!Sophia who eyes are always on during lunches as she sat with other popular girls like herself.
Mean bully!Sophia who loved groping your body, her hands everywhere on you.
"This is all for me, baby? All mines and I'm not sharing nothing"
Mean bully!Sophia who pull your hair back whenever you're near her to get your attention back on her always.
Mean bully!Sophia who dragged you to the girls bathroom after dealing with outburst of jealousy, pinning your against the stall door as her fingers thrust inside your sensitive pussy without a stop.
"Such a bad girl" Her other hand slap your ass roughly. "I thought I told you to stop talking with her"
Mean bully!Sophia who loved taking pictures of your naked body and touching herself to the fact you were in her control.
tags: noncon, knife play, breeding, natalie’s got a dick, semi public sex, reader’s got a pussy, degradation/praise, dark/mean nat, lots of dirty talk
(I’m sorry I took so long to put this out my dads birthday and Mother’s Day left me procrastinating a lot but I hope u still manage to all enjoy <33)
“Costume party?” Mari smirks. “Since when do you get invited to any of those?”
“You must think I’m some loser,” you chuckle. “Listen, just because I have a select few friends in my group doesn’t mean that people don’t like me. Just generally.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Mari shrugs.
“You’re just jealous that you didn’t get an invitation,” you reply.
“I am not!” Mari denies. “I don’t even know what the hell I would wear to the party. Halloween’s in like, what, 5 days? Haven’t even bought my costume yet.”
“I don’t really know if I’m gonna put something fancy on,” you say. “A quick outfit’s all I need. I’ll make something homemade if necessary.”
“Homemade? Like what?”
“The ol’ sheet over my body with some drawn ghost eyes and a mouth over it with marker. Or wrapping myself in toilet paper and becoming a mummy.”
“So the most lamest options possible?”
“I don’t see you giving me good suggestions, Mari. This is all I’ve got to work with. All the good costumes are probably sold out already.”
“Maybe you’re better off not going with a costume at all,” Mari discourages.
“It’s a costume party. How the hell am I gonna show up without a costume?”
“Then you better think of something quick. Isn’t the party tomorrow night?”
“Sure is.” You nod. “I-I’ll see what I can do.”
Before tomorrow night reaches, you contemplate what exactly to wear. You’re not trying to impress anyone. You just want to fit in enough to not have people giving second confused glances at your costume. You could go for a simple makeup look with some sort of bruise or blood splatter. Or perhaps you could opt for a mask of some sort. If you wanted to get incredibly lazy with it, you could apply some black make up to your nose and throw on some ears. Boom, you’ve got a cat outfit. If you wanted to get extra creative, a tail might be possible.
Tomorrow night makes its entrance. In the end, your costume isn’t that well put together and you’re afraid you might get laughed out of the event. However, you care less about the costume part and more about the fact that you were invited to a party in the first place. Not just by anyone, but by the Yellowjackets themselves. Fuck, you couldn’t lie. You could feel the nerves in your bones. First thing, try not to pass out once you enter the house.
There’s trendy music blasting through your ears. There’s a lot more people than you speculated and you find yourself shoving through crowds just to take one step. You can’t hear any actual words, just a lot of blabbering and insignificant noise.
It’s difficult for you to have fun at first. You’re hesitant to take any drinks and you don’t see any extremely familiar faces. Maybe Mari had a point. You had a couple of other friends to name, but you were closest to Mari. And right now, you weren’t able to locate your closest companion. Fantastic, you were already secretly panicking.
You barely got here and you’re already discouraging yourself. Focus. How are you supposed to have entertainment if you come in with a closed mind? Keep your mind wide open, but maybe not your legs.
You spend some time traveling around the party. You decide to take a cup of punch and drink some, immersing yourself in the scene. A couple of people acknowledge you with a head nod and a short hello.
Your stream of thoughts are interrupted by a tap to your shoulder. Your body nearly jumps to the side in reaction and you spin your head around, giving yourself another fright again. A stranger with a white mask and a black hood is the source of the touch. The mask’s material consists of rubber and the eyes and mouth are a solid black. The mouth is extended downwards to inspire a spine-chilling appearance.
“Nice costume rookie,” the muffled voice chuckles. “Last minute?”
“Y-Yeah,” you chuckle back awkwardly. “U-Um, didn’t think to spend so much time on this.”
“Clearly. You look like shit. Who the fuck dresses up as a mouse?”
“It’s a cat,” you gently correct.
“Cat?” The stranger repeats in shock. “Wow. Were you trying to look like a fucking loser on purpose or does that just come naturally for you?”
“Mari knock it off,” you grunt, assuming it’s your friend that always cherishes getting a rise out of you. “You’re not funny.”
“Who the fuck is Mari?” The stranger asks with a growl. “Do I look like one of your dorky friends? Fucking weirdo.”
“M-Mari’s not a weirdo,” you say, slight stutter in your voice. “There’s no need to get aggressive with me.”
The stranger you’re unfortunately speaking to lets out a wicked laugh. You were too easy to provoke. One raise of the voice and you’re already quaking in your boots.
“God, you’re sensitive. If I pushed you on the arm, I bet you’d tip all the way over.”
You roll your eyes, deciding you shouldn’t waste any more time with this prick. You start to walk off, but the unfriendly acquaintance snatches you by the arm.
“Did I say you could walk away? Who am I talking to, the fucking wall?”
“You’ve got no right to keep me here,” you respond with assertiveness, not enough to make the fellow party guest back off.
“Go and tell someone about me,” the person with the mask taunts. She approaches you slowly until you’re backed up against a gray wall. The snack table is far out of your reach and you’re craving a serving of chocolate right about now.
“What’s your problem?” You inquire bluntly.
“Don’t you want a little company?” The stranger bites their lip under the mask. Though, you can’t tell. “You seemed oddly lonely. Someone looking like such a fool should be lucky I’m even talking to them.”
“Okay, and what the hell are you supposed to be?” You ask, referring to the guest’s Halloween outfit. “You think just because you dressed spooky that you’re suddenly better than me? Not everyone takes 15 years to put together one outfit they’ll never wear again or only wear once a year.”
“Are people with shitty fashion sense usually this dramatic?”
You try pushing this vexing individual out of your path, but they shove you right back up against the wall. You look like a clown, shivering in this freak’s gaze when you’re not even aware of their real identity. For all you knew, this could be some wimp that thinks ogling over women in his video games counts as having an actual girlfriend. It would certainly explain the lack of tact when speaking to you. But, how would some creep with no concept of proper socialization outside of his grimy room get invited to such a big party? Did he manage to crash it?
You can’t entertain this mysterious figure with more questions though because you’re alarmed by the sudden breathing down your neck. Literally. The stranger’s far too close for comfort and your palms get more drenched by the minute.
What was next, the scent of alcohol invading your nostrils? The creeper inviting you to dance? Mari stepping in the middle of you both so she could save you from this confrontation?
“It’s always the feisty ones,” the stranger with the mask says. “They break the easiest.”
“I’m not feisty. You’re the one coming over here and deciding to bother me.”
“You could just ignore me,” the stranger replies.
“I’ve tried getting away from you like twice. But you seem to love pushing me into little corners.”
“Playing hard to fucking get,” the voice rumbles. “I see what you’re doing.”
“Back off,” you respond, hoping the jerk will get a hint. Clearly you’re not stern enough. If only a crowd could form around you in a matter of twelve seconds. If you were stuck in a cliche superhero movie, which still managed to gather more than triple its budget in box office revenue, you could acquire a force field. Or summon your own sidekick that can never remain less than a foot away from you.
The humorous scenarios brewing in your mind are all coping. It’s to distract you from the fact that you’re growing terrified. This stranger appears less of a pest and more of an outright danger. You don’t trust that you’ll exit this party unscathed tonight. You suddenly feel like a complete dimwit for bragging to Mari about obtaining this invitation previously. Entertainment was nowhere in the vicinity, perhaps only for your “friend.”
“Don’t tell me the cat got your tongue,” the acquaintance snickers. “I was really starting to enjoy your comebacks. They’re pathetic and downright embarrassing, but I haven’t had the urge to hold back a laugh this hard in a while.”
They run one of their fingers over your neck, resisting the urge to squeeze until your face is blue.
“Leave me alone.” Your fighting spirit leaves the party before you do. You slouch, lowering your head and shifting your eyes.
“Leave me alone,” the stranger mocks. “Oh no, you’re so scary. Please don’t hurt meeee. I’m so scared.”
“Shut up,” you whimper. “Go away. Go bother someone else.”
“Or what, little doll? What are you gonna do about it? Go on, tell someone. Since I’m just so scary, aren’t I?”
“I’m not scared of you!” You shout, raising your fist to punch the stranger in the gut.
However, your reflexes aren’t quick enough. The stranger senses your next movement and reaches for a knife tucked in a pocket of their costume. Your eyes light up with trepidation at the weapon’s reveal. You scan the item, evaluating if the knife is an obvious fake or a genuine piece of cutlery stolen from the kitchen drawer. The edge looks sharp enough and there’s nothing unrealistic or rubbery about the handle.
“Do you even know who I am?” The creepy individual asks.
You shake your head. Should you know who this is?
You lift your finger to touch the knife’s tip, assessing whether you should’ve pissed your pants by now or if you’re caught in the clutches of a lame prankster.
That’s when you nearly prick your finger on the tip. You yelp, retracting your hand before staring at the stranger with your pupils dilated.
“Couldn’t even draw on some whiskers for your costume,” the stranger remarks. “You may have come into this party thinking you were a kitty, but you’re gonna be my fucking bitch tonight.”
“What does that mean?” You say, furrowing your brows.
“What does it sound like it means, you fucking dork?” The stranger rasps. “You think I’m here to make friends? To invite you to some little sleepover where we can all giggle and gossip like fifth graders?”
“You don’t have to do this.” The words leaving your mouth are asinine. You’re not sure what the stranger’s plan is, but you can predict that this weirdo is up to no good. It should’ve been obvious the second you had your costume insulted.
“And what makes you think you can tell me what to do?” The guest raises their knife to your chin, dragging it underneath. “I’m the one that can cut you up like a filet if you don’t do what I say, doll.”
“I get the message,” you mumble, tears poking from the corners of your eyes. This wasn’t one big joke. A predator was engaging with you and nobody in this party was alerted to this particular corner. This monster sought you out and made sure to attack in an area that was deprived of people. Who knows how long you were being observed for?
No pepper spray, no sharp object of your own, nothing to defend yourself with. Not even a cup of punch to pour in the freak’s eyes.
“I hope you’re good at following instructions,” the stranger says, successfully ripping the top off of your outfit using their blade.
“I-I,” you hesitate. “J-Just please don’t hurt me. I-I’ll try to be good. I just…I just really want to go home tonight.”
“There’s the submission,” the stranger notes, smirking under their mask. “All you little playthings are the same, always eventually coming around with a little of fear.”
You hear the sound of more tearing. The guest splits your pants open with their knife, creating precise and neat cuts that reveal the damp center of your underwear.
You gasp, initially covering the spot with your hands.
“You put your fucking hands back where they were,” the person threatens, knife now resting back on your neck.
“S-Sorry,” you squeak, the fear response now kicking in. You let the stranger leer at your soaked cunt, immediately cursing your body for initiating reactions you don’t want.
“Take them off,” the stranger instructs.
“M-My underwear?”
“Yeah, your fucking underwear. Go on, unless you want me to slice them myself.”
You shiver, wet drops of regret rolling down your face. Your hands tremble as you slowly drag your underwear down until it plops onto the floor.
“You scared, baby?” The stranger teases. “Gonna cry for me?”
You wag your head, showing immense disapproval.
“Go on, I didn’t say you couldn’t cry. God, you look like such a stupid fuck. Crying over someone you don’t even know. You see one knife and you wanna go faint.”
“Please-“
“Don’t whine yet, bitch. I’ll give you something to whine about pretty soon, don’t you worry.”
While still securing the weapon on your skin, the terrifying guest uses their other hand to lift up part of their Ghostface outfit. They quickly remove the black pants that come with their costume, revealing a set of matching black boxers, fitted together with a massive bulge.
“I-Is that a strap?” You question in deep distress.
“Strap? Nah baby, this is the real deal. You’re not gonna find something as real as this.”
Your instinct is to open your mouth and let out the loudest scream you’ve ever heard. The stranger acts fast and brings the blade to your lips, intimidating you with the promise of drawing blood.
“Do you want this knife in you?” Ghostface hisses. “I thought you wanted to go home tonight.”
“I-I do,” you sniffle.
The stranger holds no remorse for you. They simply scoff and laugh at your tears flowing down the sides of your face.
“You’re a pretty crier.” The guest uses their free hand to remove their boxers. They hit the ground with a thud, putting their cock in view. There’s patches of dark brown pubic hair surrounding the base. Blue green veins run through the shaft and it’s rock solid to the touch.
“P-Please,” you beg, glancing down at your own bare cunt. “Please, no. You don’t have to. Please. I really just want to go home.”
“Does it look like I care about what you want? Your body’s gonna belong to me, whether you’re scared or not. I make the rules, not you.”
Before guiding their dick into your quivering vagina, the stranger reaches for their white and black mask. They gracefully unveil their true identity, leisurely detaching the most significant part of their costume from their face.
Eyes lined with heavy black eyeliner capture your gaze. You’ve seen this dyed blonde mullet before. This isn’t the first time you’ve encountered this face. You’re sure of it.
But when the identity of this predator finally clicks, it’s too late. Natalie Scatorccio thrusts hard forward, sinking their big cock into your unready cunt.
“Surprise, baby!” She laughs, relishing your cries and pleas to end the penetration. “Bet you didn’t think you’d get your pussy wrecked by a Yellowjacket, did you?”
“N-Natalie,” you pant, your cunt squeezing and tightening around the thick flesh that’s snug in your pussy. The uncomfortable position makes you squirm and your legs jiggle. You can barely keep your balance and Natalie ruts into you relentlessly. There’s no slow start. There’s no picking up the pace. It’s just brutal fucking right from the get go.
“Yeah, say my name slut.” Natalie smacks you across the face. “Let everyone know who owns this pussy tonight.”
“Fuck toys don’t get to complain,” Natalie growls. “When a Yellowjacket wants to ravish you, you let them. We own this goddamn school and that means we get to fuck whoever we want.”
Natalie rubs the dull side of the knife against your tear-stained cheek.
“I bet you’d love it if someone heard you right now, huh? You act all nervous, but deep down, you love the attention. You’d love the idea of people watching as you get your pussy smashed by me.”
“N-No, I…”
“No need to deny it,” Natalie husks. “I see it in your eyes. Dirty little whore. I knew I picked out a good one for fucking.”
“P-Pain,” you whine, your pussy not adjusting to Natalie’s length and width. “P-Please, at least slow down. Please, it hurts. Please.”
“Why should I stop? You look so good when you’re suffering. All mellow and soft, on the verge of crumbling. You feel too good around me.”
It’s like speaking to a wall. Natalie doesn’t care if you’re experiencing hardship. She doesn’t care if you’re mortified. She’s got no regard for keeping your body intact. You’ll be lucky if your pussy isn’t permanently torn open when this session ends.
“Say you’re my slut,” Natalie orders. “Say you’re my nasty fucking whore.”
“N-No,” you meekly resist. “If I don’t?”
Shiny metal reminds you of your place. You glance at the knife Natalie’s still wielding and you take a deep breath.
“S-Slut,” you reply with a murmur, your pussy still being invaded by Natalie’s cock. “I-I’m your slut.”
“Say it louder. I want everyone at this fucking party to hear. I don’t want you walking out of here thinking you’re a victim. You’re a whore and you’re fucking proud of it.”
“I’m a whore,” you repeat desperately. “I-I’m a whore. I’m your whore, Nat. I’m your useless whore.”
“Good toy. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Your mouth releases its loudest cry as Nat slams herself deeper.
“You like making yourself useful for me, baby? Gonna cry as I use you every chance I get? Pretending you don’t like my cock burying itself to the hilt? Pretending you’re not a pathetic bitch that’ll crawl on their knees if I ask them to?”
“Yes,” you say mindlessly. “Yes, yes. I’ll be your slut. I’ll let you use me. Just p-please don’t kill me.”
“That’s it,” Natalie sneers. “Beg for your life. Tell me you’ll be a little sex slave if it means I won’t stab you to death.”
You hiccup loudly, drinking your own tears and choking on your fright. You’re a wreck, face covered in moist sadness and your pussy clinging onto an invasive cock.
“I won’t cover your mouth. I want you to scream for me, baby. We’re gonna keep going all night, even if someone hears. You got that?”
Natalie slaps your ass when you offer no response.
“I expect an answer, you dumb slut.”
“Y-Yes.” You nod.
“Good little crybaby. You’re learning.”
Natalie bites down on your earlobe, savoring every noise of pain and discomfort.
“Keep crying for me, baby. You sound so fucking good. You and that hot little mouth.”
“Am I-I still going home?” You sob.
“You’ll go home,” Natalie reassures with a menacing edge to her tone. “You’ll go home when I say you do. When I’ve decided that you’ve proven yourself well as a useful fuck toy, then you can go. Understand?”
You’ve got no other option but to agree.
“There you go,” Natalie coos. “Keep crying for me. It makes my cock so much harder.”
Natalie slams your body against the wall, cock pumping in and out of your slick yet tense pussy.
“Feel myself getting close baby,” Nat grunts, pounding you down deep that you swear you can feel her in your stomach. “You’re gonna let that pussy milk my cock, right?”
You nod your head again, undoubtedly reduced to obedience.
“So good.” Natalie offers a sliver of tenderness, kissing your forehead. “You’re gonna look so good with my kids in you, sex toy. You’ll have something in your life worth bragging about, being claimed by a Yellowjacket.”
Nikki Freeman x Female!intersex!reader or g!p reader
Loving Nikki was always like walking on wire, a chaotic blur of overwhelming adoration and quiet paranoia. But when boundaries are broken and dark secrets come to light, her deep-seated fear of abandonment morphs into something far more dangerous. You are hopelessly trapped in her world, and Nikki will do absolutely anything to ensure you never walk away.
Warnings: Dark Romance / Yandere themes, toxic and manipulative relationship dynamics, extreme obsession / Borderline personality traits (fictionalized dark extreme), explicit smut / sexual content, reproductive coercion (condom tampering), violence and blood/gore.
Note: This is a fictional psychological thriller/horror context. Not a healthy or accurate representation of real-world relationships.
A/N: Hey everyone! Just a quick heads-up on this project. My original plan was actually to write a story with no physical desire, just focusing on Nikki as a girl with BPD handling her insecurities. But as I kept writing, the plot took its own dark turn and evolved into this heavy psychological thriller instead. Hope you guys enjoy the vibe! Let me know what you think in the comments.
The leather heel of her platform shoe misses your head by mere inches, slamming into the drywall with a loud, violent crack before dropping uselessly to the floor.
"Get out! I fucking hate you, just get the hell out of my room!" Nikki screams, her voice cracking under the weight of pure, unadulterated rage. Her chest is heaving, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the dresser, looking at you like you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.
But you don't move. You don't even flinch. Because you know that if you walk out that door right now, the anger will turn into desperate, sobbing panic within three seconds. You know that behind the fire in her eyes, she is terrified that you actually will leave.
That’s the thing about loving Nikki.
When it started, everything was a whirlwind. People with Borderline Personality Disorder don’t just love; they consume. She had put you on a pedestal so high it made you dizzy, looking at you like you hung the moon and stars, suffocating you with a passion that felt almost addictive. But the higher the pedestal, the harder the fall. It didn't take long for you to learn how quickly her mind could twist a simple, careless action into evidence of an impending betrayal. To her, there is no middle ground. You are either her absolute savior, or the person about to break her heart into pieces.
And tonight, all it took was a split-second glance at a screen to bring the whole world crashing down.
But before the screaming, before the platform shoe dented the drywall, there were the mornings. Beautiful, suffocating mornings where you learned exactly what it meant to be Nikki’s entire universe.
You remember waking up just a few days ago, the pale morning light filtering through the blinds of her messy bedroom. The moment you shifted your weight, preparing to slide out from under the heavy blankets to use the bathroom, her entire body reacted. Before your feet could even touch the cold floor, Nikki’s arms snapped around your waist with a desperate, iron-clad grip, pulling you fiercely back against her chest.
"Stay," she had whined into the crook of your neck, her voice thick with sleep but laced with a sharp, immediate edge of panic. "Don't go. Stay right here."
"Nikki, I'm just going to the bathroom," you had whispered, letting out a soft laugh, trying to pry her fingers open.
But she wouldn't let go. Instead, she threw her leg over your thighs, pinning you down, burying her face in your shoulder as if she were trying to crawl right under your skin. She didn't care about your space or your boundaries; she just needed you there, anchored to her, matching her heartbeat. And when Nikki wanted to keep you in bed, she knew exactly how to use her body to make you forget about leaving. She would kiss you with a needy, bruising hunger, her hands tracing your skin with an urgency that always turned a lazy morning into something raw, loud, and deeply addictive. Sex with her was always like that, a chaotic blur of overwhelming worship and a desperate plea to never be forgotten.
It was easy to lose yourself in that kind of obsession. It made you feel wanted in a way nobody else ever could.
Until the flip clicked. Until tonight, when that same terrifyingly intense devotion turned into the weapon she was currently using to tear the room apart.
Back in the present, the silence in the bedroom is deafening, heavy with her ragged breathing. Nikki is staring at you, her chest heaving, and you notice her white knuckles tightly wrapped around the heavy ceramic vase on her nightstand. She’s already winding up for a second strike, desperate to keep the distance between you, desperate to protect herself. She expects you to yell back. She expects you to pack your things and prove her worst fear right.
Instead, you take a slow, deliberate step toward her.With every inch you close, the fight visibly leaks out of her.
Her fingers tremble, losing their tight grip, and the heavy ceramic slips from her hand, clattering harmlessly against the wooden surface before rolling away. The violent shield is completely gone. Nikki just stands there, her bottom lip trembling now, the defensive anger finally cracking to reveal the raw, bleeding panic underneath.
"What did you see, Nikki?" you ask, your voice low, steady, a jarring contrast to the chaos she's just caused. You need to hear her say it. You need to see exactly where the pain is coming from.
Her breath hitches, and a single tear tracks through her smudged eyeliner. "You... you were on that site again. There were tabs open. Different girls. Women who look nothing like me." Her voice cracks, and the rage flares again, a desperate shield for her hurt. "Why? Why can't I be enough for you? Is it because I'm not them? Are you just with me until you can find someone better, someone sane?"
She’s shouting again, but this time she isn't pushing you away. This time, she’s begging you for confirmation.
You don't answer with words. You take another step, closing the distance until you are inches away from her. You can feel the heat radiating from her skin, feel the desperate vibration in her chest. You lift your hand, ignoring her flinch, and cup her jaw, forcing her to look you in the eyes.
"You are not listening," you say, your voice rough, a different kind of intensity in your gaze. "You saw tabs. You saw pixels on a screen. But right now, you are seeing me. You are feeling me."
Before she can retort, you crush your mouth to hers. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s a messy, bruise-deep, frantic collision. It’s an answer to every single insecurity she just screamed, a promise and an ownership all rolled into one. And as her arms snap around your neck, pulling you fiercely against her as if she were trying to crawl under your skin, you know that this isn't just about comforting her. This is about matching her fire with your own, breaking the walls down with a passion that’s just as destructive, just as desperate.
You break the kiss, both of your chests heaving, and before the panic can return to her eyes, you move. You sweep her up in your arms, the messy, tear-streaked girl who just threw a shoe at you, and carry her back to the one place where the chaos finally, finally makes sense.
When you drop her onto the center of the mattress, you expect her to pull you down with her. Instead, Nikki scrambles backward until her back hits the headboard, immediately locking her arms tight across her chest.
She glares up at you, completely souring her face in a stubborn, childish pout. Her bottom lip pushes out aggressively, trembling just a bit with residual emotion, while her brows knit together into a hard, defensive line. She ducks her chin, staring at you from under her dark hair with a look that is equal parts furious, humiliated, and desperately wanting to be coddled. It’s her ultimate defense mechanism, looking like an obstinate, pouting brat who refuses to admit she’s already melted completely under your touch.
"Don't look at me like that," she snaps, her voice dropping into a petulant whine as she exaggerates her pout, turning her face away from you. "You think you can just kiss me and make me forget that you're an idiot? I'm still mad at you. I hate you."
You can't help the small, dark smirk that tugs at the corner of your lips. You crawl onto the mattress, sliding your knees on either side of her thighs, trapping her against the headboard. She doesn't try to escape, but she keeps her arms locked and her chin tucked, stubbornly refusing to look at you, her bottom lip still stuck out in that defiant, brooding expression.
"Look at me, Nikki," you murmur, reaching out to wrap your fingers around her wrists, slowly but firmly pulling her hands away from her chest.
She resists for a split second, letting out a sharp, frustrated huff, but as your grip tightens with dominant, unyielding authority, her arms go slack. The bratty shield shatters all over again, her breathing hitching as you pin her wrists down against the sheets on either side of her head.
Her pinned wrists twitch under your fingers, but she doesn't pull away. Nikki's eyes flick down to your lips, her breathing turning shallow and erratic as the last bit of her stubborn pout finally melts into pure, unadulterated need.
"You're a bastard," she whispers, though there's no heat left in it, only a breathless plea as she arches her back slightly against the mattress, her thighs parting just enough to welcome your weight. "Show me. Prove to me that you don't want anyone else."
You don't lean down to kiss her mouth this time. Instead, you release her wrists, letting your hands slide down to grip her waist, digging your fingers into her skin with a rough possessiveness that makes her gasp. You trail your lips down her jawline, burying your face in the crook of her neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin until she whimpers, her fingers immediately tangling into your hair to pull you closer, burying you against her.
She doesn't want space. She doesn't want boundaries. She wants you entirely inside her world, consuming her until the background noise of her own mind completely shorts out.
Slowly, deliberately, you shift your lower body, pressing your length firmly against her center through the barrier of your clothes. Nikki’s eyes snap wide open at the friction, a low, shaky moan tearing from her throat as she hitches her leg higher around your hip, trying to eliminate every single millimeter of distance between you. The raw power of your anatomy leaves her completely helpless, her hips rolling up to meet yours in a desperate, instinctive rhythm.
"Please," she gasps out, her knuckles turning white as she grips the fabric of your shirt, her tear-streaked face flushing a deep, dark crimson. "Please, right now. Don't make me wait."
You look down at her, your breathing heavy, your fingers already tracing the waistband of her underwear. Even in the heat of the moment, the logical part of your brain kicks in. "The box on the nightstand, Nikki," you mutter, your voice rough and strained. "With or without?"
"With," she whispers instantly, nodding her head as she guides your hand toward the drawer. She looks up at you with wide, remarkably innocent eyes in the dim light of the bedroom, offering a soft, almost submissive smile that completely erases the girl who was throwing porcelain minutes ago. "Put one on. Be safe."
You reach into the drawer in the dark, blindly tearing open one of the wrappers she already had prepared. You're too consumed by the heat radiating from her body to notice anything out of the ordinary, completely focused on her as she pulls you closer.
As soon as you slide back between her thighs, Nikki arches up to meet you, her legs locking around your waist like a vise. The moment you push inside her, a loud, shattered moan breaks from her lips, her eyes rolling back as her fingers dig violently into the muscles of your back.
The rhythm is frantic, borderline aggressive, a raw, bruising collision of skin and desperate friction. Nikki is completely helpless beneath your weight, her hips rolling up to meet every deep, unyielding thrust as she whimpers your name like a prayer. Her hands move frantically over your chest, your neck, your face, trying to anchor herself to you, trying to completely lose herself in the overwhelming sensation of your anatomy stretching her open. There is no gentleness here; it’s the kind of hardcore, possessive smut that leaves both of you breathless, a chaotic blur of wet friction, harsh slaps of skin against skin, and Nikki sobbing into your shoulder, utterly consumed by the fact that you are hers and she is yours.
Every unyielding thrust drives the breath right out of her lungs, her head slamming back against the pillow as you completely lose yourself in her heat. You grip her hips, your fingers digging in so hard they’re going to leave dark bruises tomorrow, but Nikki doesn't care because she welcomes the pain, crying out as you pin her down and rough her up, dominating her entirely.
Ah! Faster—fuck, please, harder!" she screams into the quiet room, her voice hoarse, completely unhinged. She hitches her legs up over your shoulders, opening herself up completely to the brutal, heavy friction, her inner muscles clamping down tightly around your length with a desperate, crushing warmth.
The wet, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin sound like thunder in the small room. You push yourself deeper, your movements turning entirely feral as you chase the edge, driving your weight home until she’s practically sobbing under you. Nikki’s eyes are wide, glassy with tears and heavy with a dark, suffocating lust as she watches you dominate her body. She grabs your wrists, her nails scratching your skin, completely overwhelmed by the intense, raw stretch of your anatomy filling her to the absolute limit.
"You're mine... tell me you're mine," she whimpers, her entire body beginning to tremble violently as the tension tightens inside her. Her hips twitch in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm, chasing your fast, heavy pace. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop, fuck!"
You shift your grip to her throat, not choking her, but anchoring her down, holding her steady as you deliver three last, brutal, bone-deep thrusts. Nikki’s chest hitches, a shattered, high-pitched scream tearing from her throat as her vision goes white. Her walls violently spasm around you, clamping down in a crushing, endless orgasm that triggers your own release. You groan against her neck, driving yourself into her one last time as you let go, completely filling the latex inside her while she holds you tight against her chest.
The next morning, you wake up to an entirely different world.
The violent chaos of the night before feels like a distant, feverish dream. The storm has passed, and in its place is a suffocating sort of peace. Nikki is curled up against your side, her head resting soft on your chest, one of her legs tangled firmly with yours to keep you anchored to the bed. Her skin is warm, and the tear stains from last night have been washed away, replaced by a soft, content smile as she sleeps.
When she finally opens her eyes, there is no trace of the girl who threw a platform shoe at your head.
"Good morning, pretty girl," she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep as she immediately scoots up to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. She looks at you with absolute adoration, her fingers gently tracing your jawline as if you were the most precious thing in her entire universe. "I missed you so much while I was asleep. Don't get up yet, okay? Just stay like this with me."
This is the cycle. After the explosion comes the worship. She spends the rest of the morning cooking your favorite breakfast, hovering close to you in the kitchen, laughing at your jokes, and kissing you every time you turn around. To anyone else, it would look like the perfect, most loving relationship.
But beneath the sweetness, you can feel the invisible walls closing in.
Over the next few days, the reality of her rules starts to weigh heavy on your shoulders. You find yourself carefully filtering every text, checking your phone with a knot in your stomach, and making sure you don't mention any names that could trigger another crisis. Nikki doesn't just want your love, she wants your entire existence. She wants to be the only person you talk to, the only person you see, the only world you need.
By the third day of walking on eggshells, the suffocation becomes too much. You need to breathe. You need a single hour where you don't have to monitor your every move.
So, while Nikki is out running errands, you make a choice you know she would consider a betrayal. You grab your keys, step out of the apartment, and drive over to see the one person she completely forbade you from contacting.
You pull up to the curb outside a quiet apartment complex, letting out a long, heavy breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Stepping out of the car feels like escaping a pressure cooker.
When you knock on the door, it only takes a few seconds before she opens it. Your friend takes one look at your exhausted face, the dark circles under your eyes, and the way your hand instinctively twitches toward your phone, and she immediately sighs, stepping aside to let you in.
"You look like a ghost," she says softly, tossing a warm blanket onto the couch and handing you a glass of water. "Let me guess. Nikki?"
You collapse onto the cushions, rubbing your face with both hands. You don't even know where to start. You don't tell her about the shoe flying across the room, or the ceramic vase shattering the quiet, or the suffocating mornings where you aren't allowed to leave the bed. You just tell her about the rules. The way you aren't allowed to text anyone anymore. The way you had to sneak out just to have this single conversation.
Your friend listens in silence, her expression tightening with every word. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, looking at you with deep concern.
"Look, I know you love her, and I know how intense she is," your friend begins, her voice cautious but firm. "But this isn't normal. People with her kind of personality disorder... they don't just get jealous because they're insecure. They try to completely erase your world so they can be the only thing left. They trap you. They'll do anything, manipulate your schedule, isolate you from your family, or even crazy shit like breaking your things or punching holes in condoms just to tie you down forever. You need to open your eyes before you're completely stuck."
Her words send a strange, cold shiver down your spine, but you quickly shake your head, brushing it off. Nikki wouldn't do something that extreme. She's just sensitive. She just loves you too much.
You spend another hour just talking about old times, soaking in the rare feeling of a normal, peaceful conversation. But the peace is cut short the moment your phone buzzes in your pocket. Your heart drops into your stomach.
It's a text from Nikki.
[Text — 03:23 PM]
Nikki: Where are you? I'm home.
The text message is enough to make you cut the visit short, racing back home before Nikki can fully split and assume you’ve abandoned her. You manage to smooth things over with a lie about a long line at the store, but the tension stays humming beneath the surface for the next couple of days.
To make it up to her, you agree to take her out shopping.The mall is crowded, but Nikki is in her element, dragging you into one of those alternative, vintage-style shops filled with oversized hoodies and graphic tees. You're just wearing your usual style, a lightweight, brown plaid button-up open over a plain black t-shirt.
While Nikki disappears into the fitting room with a mountain of baggy clothes, you wait near the racks, holding her heavy gothic wallet and her cat plush keychain.
"I love your shirt," a soft, syrupy voice interrupts your thoughts.
You look up to see the cashier, a girl with heavy eyeliner and a nose ring, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk. She steps closer, intentionally reaching out to touch the collar of your brown plaid shirt, her fingers brushing dangerously close to your neck as she slides her hand down the patterned fabric. "The coffee-brown tones look really good on you. Honestly, it fits you perfectly... I could just write my number on a receipt for you if you want."
Before you can even process the blatant flirt, the heavy curtain of the fitting room snaps open.
Nikki steps out, and the moment her eyes land on the cashier’s hand lingering on your brown plaid shirt, the entire atmosphere in the store turns ice-cold. You watch the physical shift in her face, the sudden, terrifying widening of her eyes, the way her jaw locks tight, and the deep, heavy scowl twisting her features into pure venom.
She doesn't make a scene in the store. She doesn't scream. Instead, she marches straight over, grabs your arm with a bruising, iron-tight hold, and drags you out into the parking lot without uttering a single word.
The drive back to the apartment is deafeningly silent. Nikki stares straight ahead, her knuckles white against the dashboard, her breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The second you step through the front door, the explosion happens.
She doesn't say a word at first. She just lunges at you, her fingers frantically gripping the front of your brown plaid shirt. With a violent, manic strength, she rips the metal snaps open, tearing the patterned fabric right off your shoulders, leaving you standing there in just your black t-shirt.
She storms out onto the small concrete balcony, dragging the shirt behind her, and pulls a metal lighter out of her pocket.
"Nikki, what the fuck are you doing?" you yell, stepping out after her.
"She touched it! She touched you!" Nikki screams, her voice completely breaking as tears finally spill over her flushed cheeks. Her face is contorted in a mix of agonizing heartbreak and blind rage. "You liked it, didn't you? You liked the way she looked at you! You want her because she's normal! Because she isn't broken like me!"
Flicking the wheel of the lighter, she sparks a bright orange flame and holds it directly against the corner of the plaid fabric. The thin material catches instantly, the fire quickly devouring the brown and white pattern, turning the shirt into black ash right before your eyes.
Nikki stands there, the fire reflecting in her wide, manic eyes, her chest heaving as she stares at the burning cloth. The sheer terror of losing you has completely overwhelmed her brain. She drops the lighter, her body suddenly trembling violently as she turns around and looks at you, her bottom lip quivering in that familiar, desperate pout.
"Tell me you don't want her," she chokes out, sobbing now, stepping closer until her body is pressed flat against your chest. "Tell me you're mine. Only mine. Please."
She doesn't wait for your answer. Nikki aggressively grabs the collar of your black t-shirt, pulling you back inside the bedroom, throwing herself at you with a frantic, possessive hunger. She shoves you down onto the mattress, immediately climbing on top of your lap, her hands tearing at the rest of your clothes with a wild, desperate urgency.
This is her marking her territory. She needs to consume you, to feel your anatomy completely filling her up until the image of the cashier is entirely wiped from your mind.
Before you can even reach toward the nightstand, Nikki beats you to it. She rips open the drawer, grabs one of the foil wrappers she already had waiting, and without even pausing to use her hands, she catches the edge of the plastic between her teeth. She tears the packaging open with a desperate, feral bite, spitting the foil onto the sheets in the dark before quickly sliding the latex over your length with trembling fingers. She is too consumed by panic and lust to wait even a single second.
Nikki straddles your lap instantly, her knees pinning your thighs down against the mattress as she heavy-breathes over your face. There is no hesitation in her movements tonight, only a wild, desperate urgency to reclaim what she thinks she almost lost.
"You are mine," she gasps out against your lips, her voice dropping into a fierce, demanding whisper. "You are only mine. Don't look at anyone else. Don't let anyone else look at you."
She slides down your length in one deep, sudden motion, a sharp, choked moan tearing from her throat as her eyes roll back. Her inner muscles clamp down around you with a tight, crushing friction, completely overwhelming in its warmth. Nikki arches her back, her fingers immediately flying to your shoulders and digging violently into your skin as she begins to move.
The pace she sets is frantic and punishing. She rides you with a desperate, unhinged energy, her hips rolling and slamming down against yours in a heavy, wet rhythm. Every single thrust drives a loud, broken whimper from her lips, but she refuses to slow down, completely consumed by the need to feel your anatomy filling her to the absolute limit.
As the pleasure tightens inside her, Nikki leans forward, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She bites down on your skin, hard enough to make you groan, before sucking frantically at the sensitive flesh. She leaves a trail of dark, heavy hickeys all along your jawline and collarbone, deliberately branding you, leaving marks that anyone will be able to see tomorrow.
"Say it," she roars softly, her voice breaking as she franticly moves her hips faster and harder against yours. "Tell me you're mine!"
"I'm yours, Nikki," you rough-whisper, your hands flying to her waist to try and steady her chaotic, bruising pace.
The heat in the room is suffocating. Nikki screams into your shoulder, her nails dragging all the way down your bare back, scratching deep into your skin, leaving long, red lines that burn under the sweat. Her entire body goes rigid, her walls violently spasming around you in a crushing, endless orgasm that hits her so hard she collapses flat against your chest. The intense friction completely shatters your control, and you drive your hips up one last time, groaning loudly as you release inside the latex, holding her tight while she trembles against you, utterly spent.
Later that night, the apartment is dead silent. Nikki is fast asleep beside you, her arm draped heavy over your stomach, breathing softly as if she hadn't just burned your shirt and torn your back apart hours ago.
Your neck is burning from the fresh hickeys, and your back stings every time you shift against the sheets. You stare up at the ceiling, your friend's warnings from earlier floating back into your mind, echoing louder than before. They'll do anything... even crazy shit like punching holes in condoms just to tie you down forever.
A strange, uneasy pit forms in your stomach. You look over at Nikki's peaceful face, then slowly turn your head toward the nightstand drawer. It’s a stupid thought. It’s crazy. Nikki is intense, but she wouldn't go that far, right?
Carefully sliding out from under her arm, you try not to make a sound as your feet hit the cold floor. You pull the nightstand drawer open just an inch, the tiny sliver of moonlight from the window guiding your fingers as you reach inside and pull out the cardboard box of condoms.
Before you open it, you pause and look back at the bed.
Nikki looks so incredibly tiny curled up under the heavy blankets. With her long dark hair messy against the pillow and her lips parted slightly, all the terrifying, manic fury from earlier has completely vanished. She looks like a fragile, innocent doll, sleeping so softly after the storm. You shake your head, feeling a pang of guilt for even letting your mind wander into such a dark place. There's no way, you think to yourself, a faint smile touching your lips. This cute, tiny little thing sleeping right here wouldn't do something that psycho. She's just intense.
Holding that comforting thought, you turn back to the box and slide three unused foil wrappers out, bringing them close to your eyes in the dim light.
At first glance, they look completely normal. But as you run your thumb firmly across the smooth foil of the first one, squeezing the air inside, you feel it collapse.
You bring it right up to your face, squeezing again.
A tiny, almost invisible hiss of air escapes against your skin. Right in the dead center of the wrapper, there is a microscopic, clean pinprick. You quickly check the second one. Another hole. The third one. The exact same thing.
The blood completely drains from your face, your hands shaking so hard the wrappers crinkle loudly in the quiet room. Your gaze slowly snaps back to the bed, staring at the "cute, tiny little thing" in the dark with a sudden, suffocating horror. She didn't want to be safe. She never wanted to be safe. Every single time you thought you were protecting yourselves, you were walking straight into the trap she’d built to keep you from ever walking away.
The horror of that discovery doesn't let you sleep for the rest of the night. You lie there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, completely hyper-aware of the tiny, delicate girl sleeping soundly beside you, realizing she has officially trapped you.
The next morning, the second Nikki steps into the shower, the walls feel like they are collapsing on you. The scratches on your back burn, and the hickeys on your neck look like bruises in the mirror. Driven by pure, suffocating panic, you grab your keys and sprint out of the apartment before she can even turn the water off. You drive blindly, your hands shaking on the steering wheel, until you hit the brakes outside your friend's complex again.
When your friend opens the door, her eyes immediately drop to your neck, her face tightening with an expression of pure disgust and pity.
"Jesus..." she whispers, pulling you inside the apartment and slamming the door shut. "Did she do that to you because you came here the other day? I told you she was dangerous."
"It's not just that," your voice cracks, your chest heaving as you collapse onto her couch. You pull out your phone, your fingers fumbling with the screen. "You were right. About everything. I checked the box last night... she poked holes in all of them. Every single one."
Your friend's jaw drops, the room falling into a heavy, terrified silence. "Oh my god. I told you. I fucking told you she would try to trap you! You need to leave her right now, block her number, and never look back!"
"I can't... look at what she sends me when I don't answer," you mutter, unlocking your phone to open the chat history.
But as you open the screen, the phone automatically defaults to your recently opened apps, throwing your photo gallery right onto the display. Your friend blinks, staring at the screen for a second before you can frantically swipe it away. The gallery is an absolute, unfiltered mess, hundreds of hidden, explicit nudes of Nikki. Photos of her arched on your sheets, mirror selfies in her oversized hoodies with nothing underneath, videos of her crying out your name in the dark. It’s the visual proof of your own dark, dangerous addiction to her. Even knowing she's destroying your life, you are completely obsessed with her body.
Your friend gives you a long, deeply disturbed look, shaking her head. "Are you serious right now? You're literally obsessed with her."
"Just... just listen to the voice notes," you deflect quickly, your face burning with a mix of shame and anxiety as you scroll past the photos and hit play on the first audio file she sent you this morning.
The quiet apartment is suddenly filled with Nikki's voice, sounding terrifyingly sweet, almost childlike.
[Voice Note 0:14]
Nikki: I love youuuu so so much... I miss you, I never wanted to be apart ever again.
Your friend shivers, but before she can speak, the next automated audio plays right after it, Nikki's tone shifting slightly into something more demanding, more breathless.
[Voice Note 0:08]
Nikki: Are you coming to see me... Went. Went. Went.
"Turn it off," your friend says, her voice trembling as she reaches for your arm.
But you don't. You let the next one play, the audio turning ragged and panicked, the raw BPD splitting vibrating through the speaker.
[Voice Note 0:22]
Nikki: Why are you doing this to me? You are killing me... Don't leave me...
[Voice Note 0:11]
Nikki: Promise you never ever ever leave me... ever
Her voice begs in the next clip, sobbing now, a sound that makes the hairs on your arms stand up.
[Voice Note 0:15]
Nikki: You are coming to see me right? Right. Right.
[Voice Note 0:19]
Nikki: I'll be waiting for you. We'll be together forever, ever and... ever.
The final audio clicks off, leaving the room completely freezing. You stare down at your phone, your thumb hovering over the chat bar where thirty more unread messages are piling up by the second."I don't think you want to see the rest," you whisper, your voice hollow, looking up at your friend with a broken, helpless expression. "She's already losing her mind because I'm not home."
Your friend opens her mouth to speak, her eyes wide with sheer terror after hearing those audios, but she never gets the chance.
The heavy wooden front door of the apartment suddenly shatters open with a deafening crash.
You spring off the couch, your heart leaping into your throat as Nikki steps into the room. You freeze instantly. She isn't wearing her usual oversized hoodies or baggy clothes. She’s wearing a beautiful, delicate dress, the kind she only puts on for special occasions, clearly intended to make this moment feel like a fairy tale. But her appearance is completely unhinged. Her long dark hair is wild around her face, and her eyes are completely black with a manic, murderous rage. She didn't just track your phone; she already knew you had broken her rules once before. Seeing you here, in another girl's apartment, has completely shattered the last remaining piece of her sanity.
You scream and lunge forward, trying to shout her name, but you're too late.
Before your friend can even process the invasion, Nikki closes the distance with terrifying, unnatural speed. Moonlight glints off the sharp metal blade she brought from the kitchen. The room turns into a horrific blur of screams, tearing fabric, and a violent, sickening struggle. You try to pull Nikki away, grabbing her waist, but her strength is fueled by pure, unadulterated psychotic panic. She isn't just fighting; she is erasing the threat of you leaving her.
When the chaos finally stops, the apartment drops into a suffocating, heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Nikki’s ragged, uneven breathing.
Your friend collapses onto the floor, completely still, the dark crimson stain spreading rapidly across the carpet, soaking straight into the hem of Nikki’s beautiful dress.
You take a desperate step back, your hands shaking violently, your vision blurring as the trauma of what you just witnessed hits your brain like a semi-truck. Your stomach turns. It’s too much. The girl you love, the tiny, cute thing you were just holding in bed, is standing in a pool of blood, the dress she wore to announce your future together now stained with the cost of it.
Nikki slowly turns around to look at you. She drops the blade, the metallic clang echoing in the quiet room. Her face, her hands, and the bodice of her delicate dress are splattered with fresh crimson, but her expression isn't angry anymore. The manic rage has instantly melted back into that fragile, innocent, heartbreaking pout. She looks like a scolded child, her bottom lip trembling as fresh tears wash tracks through the blood on her cheeks.
She walks over to you, completely ignoring your trembling frame, and steps right into your space. She wraps her blood-stained arms around your waist, burying her face into your grey t-shirt for a second before tilting her head up to look at you with deep, suffocating adoration.
Slowly, tenderly, she lifts one wet, crimson hand and begins to gently stroke your chest, right over your hammering heart, leaving a dark red smear across the fabric.
"Look what you made me do," Nikki whispers, her voice dropping into a soft, petulant whine, completely sincere in her delusion. She strokes your chest harder, her fingers gripping your shirt with a terrifying possessiveness. "I wanted to tell you something so happy. I was going to tell you about the baby, about our little family, but you broke your promise. You came to see her when you know I'm the only one who truly loves you. This is your fault, honey boo. All your fault. You forced my hand."
She rests her hand against your stomach, smiling beatifically through the tears and blood. "We're going to be a family now, no matter what. Because we're going to be together forever and ever, right? Right?"
You stare down at her, a twisted, sick knot tightening in your gut. A part of your brain is completely paralyzed by horror and trauma, knowing your life is ruined forever. But as her blood-warm hand keeps rubbing your chest, looking up at you with those wide, desperate eyes that committed a crime just to keep you by her side, a dark, toxic shiver runs down your spine. She belongs to you. She destroyed a life just to ensure you'd never walk away. You are completely, hopelessly trapped in her bloody, chaotic paradise.
Scenario: Nikki has been watching you and finally gets what she wants.
Warnings: Knife play, choking, slapping (once), slight overstimulation, begging, Nikki refers to herself as mommy, breeding, mention of stalking reader.
The blinding led lights flicker around you, creating an aura of colors around you. You’ve already took in a few shots and can feel the effects coursing through you, leaving you with a nice buzz.
But through the buzz you feel it. A hard gaze that leaves you on display. As if the only thing you should be doing is dancing and putting on a show for the looker.
You see her through the crowd of people: dark piercing brown eyes, with a smile that seems way too wide to fit her face.
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Her nails dig into your skin as she drags you to her bedroom. Her grip firm leaving no room to escape her lead.
The bedroom is cold and dark when you enter, the air thick and heavy. But before you can focus on anything, she’s already on you, dragging her nails across your skin.
She stares at you, with a sharp and predatory gaze. Her eye tracking the way your body twitches to her touch. The palm of her hand slowly moving down to pull your boxers. The feeling leaves you needy, thrusting the air in hopes she’ll touch you.
She smiles in response, her eyes wide and blown out as she palms you.
“Aww your so needy baby, impatiently waiting. Hoping I’ll touch you”
Her condescending tone lights your skin on fire, making you whimper.
Her fingers finally remove your boxers, your dick leaking with pre-cum. She moves quickly, her tongue swirling around you as she moves down to your base. The feeling leaves you a mess, bucking your hips into her mouth for more. “Fuck. Please…please gimmie more”
Her movements stop instantly. A string of saliva connecting her mouth and your tip. “No baby. You’re gonna be patient and take what mommy gives you. I’m in charge, not you. Okay, baby?”
You don’t respond just yet, instead whimpering. Her words making your brain slightly fuzzy with need. Then you feel it, a sharp sting on the side of your face. But you don’t flinch, you just take it. The pain making your dick leak in response, begging for more.
“Answer me baby or I won’t make you feel better” she say, voice sweet with condescension.
“Yes yes yes. You’re in charge..you’re in charge- just-“
She cuts you off before you can finish, her body sinking onto you. The warmth leaves you breathless and thrusting for more, but her hands hold you still. A silent and quick reminder of who’s in charge.
She doesn’t ease you in, instead slamming onto you. Your bodies slapping against each other as she slides up and down you. The aggressiveness makes your orgasm approach quickly, the familiar feeling beginning to coil in the pit of your stomach.
“Ah- fuck. Fuck I’m bout to-please”
She doesn’t speak but instead quickens her pace. Her walls clenching around you as if your word gave her new found energy.
“Fuck-please, slow down-shit”, your words are hoarse you beg for mercy.
“Come on baby give it to me, fill me up. Please, mommy needs it” she coos.
The words flow through you, pushing you right over the edge. Your orgasm tearing through you only to spurt right into her.
The action makes her moments wild and reckless as she continues her onslaught. Her rhythm never letting up. You go to beg again, but your words die in your throat when you feel a blade. A smooth sharp knife, dragging across your chest.
“That’s it baby give me another one. Please, I want all of you. Every single drop” she says.
Her eyes are wild as she presses the blade against your skin, the force just enough to leave a sting and mark. The sight of her marking you makes her walls clench tight around you. Bring you both closer to release.
“That’s it baby, yes. Letting mommy use you. Just-fuck, please cum with me” her words are condescending and soft, a mix that drives you over the edge, squirting into her.
The feeling brings her own release close. Her hands wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy, as she fucks you through your high and into her own.
Her hands finally relax from your neck, as her movements come to a stop. But she doesn’t get up, instead she sits there staring at your fucked out body.
When she speaks, her words are soft and endearing, that same smile from earlier plastered on her face, “you know..zine been watching you for a while baby, dreaming and waiting for this moment. Now all my hard work has payed off.”
