This is the actual next chapter of Obsession, following after Threats. It's not the entire scene that I wanted to come next, but I was running short on time (and inspiration) here at the end of the month, so I will have to continue this scene at a later date.
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No. 29: Troubled Past Resurfacing
Contains: lady whump, stalker, selective mutism, fear
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Cadence doesn’t suspect a connection, at first, between the text and the doorbell ringing. Why should she? They don’t get visitors, usually, but the small part of her brain that hears it assumes it must be a delivery.
Most of her mind is occupied with trying to forget the text, anyway. Do you think that staying at home all the time keeps me from getting to you anytime I want? You’re so adorable.
He won’t leave her alone. There’s no way that she can get away from him, not ever, she knows that. It doesn’t stop her from trying. He tracked her down at her favorite coffee shop, so she started switching where she went to draw - other coffee shops, the park, even McDonald’s. Anywhere that he might not think of to look for her. He somehow knew what her hair looked like while she was sitting at the bus stop, so she gave up altogether and just locked herself inside the house. Janaysia has been giving her suspicious looks, but there’s nothing she can do about that. She can’t go out there anymore, where he’s lurking. He’s already threatened to take her again. If she steps out of this house, he’ll be waiting to snatch her.
There’s a sharp knock at her bedroom door. Startled out of her spiraling thoughts, Cady stands and crosses the room, easing the door open to see Janaysia standing in the hall.
“So…apparently you forgot to tell us you had company coming over?” Her housemate raises an eyebrow at her, as if she doesn’t quite believe the situation.
Her mouth opens and shuts again, eyebrow furrowed in confusion and dread beginning to grow in her stomach. It wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t dare come here like this, not when he’s so adamant that no one ever finds out. But…it has to have something to do with him, right? Because she certainly didn’t invite anyone over. Everything in her life seems to be connected to him.
She shakes her head no, adamantly, but Janaysia just sighs and smiles. “It’s okay, it’s no big deal. We haven’t started cooking dinner yet, so we can just make a little more. Unless you guys were planning to go out…?”
Cadence shakes her head even harder. The dread has expanded up into her chest and is crawling toward her throat. She steps back into the room, reaching for her notebook, but Janaysia steps away, too.
“Don’t worry about it, just come on so Devin doesn’t have to keep making awkward conversation with a stranger! You can explain it to us later.”
She feels like she’s choking the whole way down the hall. Every inch of her wants to turn and run back to the safety of her bedroom, to grab Janaysia’s arm and plead with her to keep her safe, to not make her go out there, but she just keeps in step, body moving robotically just like it does with him.
Somewhere in her gut, she knows. No matter how much her brain tries to drown it out with protests of how it can’t be, he wouldn’t, she still knows.
But nothing can prepare her for walking around the corner and seeing him. In their living room. Sitting on their couch. Chatting casually with one of her best friends, like he’s just a normal guy who can do normal things like that.
All of the blood drains from Cadence’s face, and she stops moving, staring at him with blurred vision. Whatever words are being spoken are so far away she can’t hear them. All she knows is him, in their living room, on their couch.
Until he looks her way, smiling that smile that she sees in her nightmares. Her mind immediately zeroes in on his words to her, unable to risk missing anything.
“Ah, Cadence, there you are. I guess it…slipped your mind, that you invited me over tonight?”
He’s here. He’s here. He’s here. Why? What does it mean, what is he going to do?
She nods, numb, not knowing what else to do but agree.
“Wait, is…Cady short for…Cadence?” Janaysia’s looking at her all wide-eyed and fascinated and she wants to scream, to tell them no, they can’t know about that, they can’t know about him, but it’s far too late for that because he’s right there, sitting on their couch.
“Oh, right, my bad.” He chuckles, waving a hand. “I keep forgetting she goes by that now. She’ll always be Cadence to me, I’m afraid.”
Devin smiles at her. “Oliver was just telling me -” he shouldn’t be saying his name so casually like that, it isn’t right -“a little about how the two of you met, back in college.”
College? It wasn’t college, it was after that, but that must be his cover story. She has to remember that, to make sure she doesn’t slip up and say the wrong thing and mess it all up.
Assuming they all make it past this night with secrets still intact. They have to. Her friends’ lives depend on it.
“It’s a shame we lost touch after a while, but I’m so glad I ran into her again recently.”
“Was that…at the birthday party?” Janaysia is too smart for all of this. She’s already starting to put a few pieces together, and if this continues she might put together more. Cadence has to play her part, she can’t let her find out. But she can’t make herself move, there’s no way that she can act anywhere near normal with him in the room. When he’s here, she has to be still and be quiet and wait for him to tell her what to do. She can’t act like herself.
She isn’t even sure she knows what that means anymore, anyway.
“Right! At Devin’s birthday party. So sorry for stealing her away, by the way, we just had so much catching up to do.”
Janaysia’s smile says that she’s still a little miffed about the whole thing. “Well, next time a little heads up would be nice before she just disappears, we were definitely worried! But no real harm done, in the end.”
She could almost laugh aloud at that, if she wasn’t frozen in place and could remember how. There had been plenty of harm done. But they could never, ever know about it.
“Well.” Devin slaps his hands down onto his thighs, then stands. “I’m gonna go get started on dinner, and let you two visit.”
Cadence startles, eyes darting to both her friends before zoning in on the floor. Don’t leave me don’t leave me please don’t leave me. Except that she doesn’t want them here, either. They don’t need to be anywhere near him, they need to run, to go far far away where he can’t get to them. But if they leave, he’ll be free to do whatever he wants to her. As long as they’re in the room, he’s leaving her alone.
“Yep, I’ll come help you. Any, uh…food allergies, Oliver?”
He smiles brilliantly at Janaysia. “None at all, thank you for asking.”
“Alright, perfect.” She turns to leave, but looks at Cadence first, brow furrowing in concern. “You okay?” she asks softly.
All she can do is nod. It isn’t anywhere near convincing, but she can’t even force a smile or look her in the eye.
But apparently Janaysia reads her emotions as something completely different, anyway. She reaches out and squeezes her arm gently, leaning in. “Don’t be nervous, he obviously likes you. Also…he is hot, just saying.” With a quiet laugh, she walks into the adjoining kitchen with Devin. A couple of seconds later, she reappears with Cadence’s dry erase board, handing it over with another smile before leaving again.
Her gaze slides up until it finds his, boring into her with all its usual intensity, and quickly drops back down. Her pulse is pounding in her ears. She grips the dry erase marker too tightly, the hard plastic digging into the bones of her fingers, as her breath stutters in and out of her closed-over throat.
“Come sit down, Cadence.”
His tone is pleasant, but she knows better than to think it’s a suggestion. Her feet lurch into motion. Two steps on the hardwood, five more across the worn out rug and around the ottoman. The closer to him she gets, the harder it is to breathe. But she sinks down onto the couch, anyway, just a few inches away from him. His hand immediately finds her thigh. “So good to see you again.” His fingers begin to squeeze, digging into her skin with a promise of more to come. “You really should get out of the house more often.”
Tags: Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Pronouns, Unrequited Crush, Crush At First Sight, Stalking, Kidnapping, More Tags To Be Added
Words: 1,019
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So far Mr. Sumdac was a nice enough fellow to work for. He'd always be very polite to you even though you were new here and didn't have the most glamorous job. Every time he passed by your station he would remind you to take small breaks to stretch and refill your water bottle. You quickly find that he did this to everyone, which is sweet, but you rarely ever saw him take a break himself. Especially since his new super secret project he'd been working on.
You assumed he just tends to put other people's needs before his own, especially since he tends to design to make other people's lives easier.
You had dreamed about working at Sumdac's industry since you were in middle school, not as a janitor of course, but as an engineer.
But engineers need degrees, degrees come from college, and college costs money, something you didn't have a lot of when you were first hired about a month ago.
Working at Sumdac Industries hasn't been bad. You have a lot of benefits, and with the money you're making you might be able to start college maybe in the next year or so. So far things are looking up in life, you now have a steady job and an apartment. Not as many human friends as you'd like but hey, you have JaniBot™ and have kind of become friends with the Autobots, so that's cool.
Since you started working for Mr. Sumdac you have sort of become like an older sibling figure for Sari, so naturally she introduced you to her big robot friends a few days after you started working for her father. Bumblebee and Bulkhead were the first of the bots to meet you, and they instantly loved you!
"Any friend of Sari's is a friend of ours!" Was what Bumblebee had said when you first met, which made you feel pretty damn good!
The bots had done a lot to help the city and to know that they considered you a pal was icing on the cake for you. On your days off, if you're not hanging out with your best friend from high school, you're probably hanging out with Sari and Bumblebee playing video games or helping Bulkhead with art. Sometimes you'll watch nature documentaries with Prowl and teach him other facts about organics not shown in the programs. You tend to stay out of Optimus' and Ratchet's way since you know they're very busy, and to be honest, they kind of intimidate you a little, but they've been nice enough. Well, Optimus has anyway. Ratchet's still getting used to having another human around, but at least you're more competent and mindful to the bots than most of the other humans he's met
All in all things are going great for you right now.
Or at least, so it seems.
There is one detail about your life that the Autobots don't… one that not even you know.
You're being watched.
Watched by none other than the Decepticon Leader Megatron.
The first time he had seen you was about two weeks ago when he took control of a small repair drone to scout the building for entrances into the building. He was turning a corner when the two of you had bumped into each other.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Excuse me little fella!" You had said politely, moving out of the way to let the drone through,
"Sorry about that, didn't mean to be in your way." You flashed it a small, sweet smile and moved your arm to gesture it through.
He quickly flew by to the end of the hall where he wanted to turn the corner, but for some reason turned to watch you instead. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to get another look at you. He flew in a bit closer, but was careful not to disturb you. You were too busy cleaning the floors with JaniBot™ and listening and slightly dancing to the music coming out through your headphones to notice the little drone watching you.
'Strange,' He thought to himself, 'Something about this organic feels… different. It's almost charming.'
After he had watched you mop and hum along to your music for about a minute he released the drone to its own bidding, where it turned and flew around the corner. He had to gather his own thoughts on this strange yet enchanting creature. What is it about this filthy human that had caught his attention and distracted him?
No.
They aren't filthy. Not like the rest of the vermin on this planet. This one is… quite lovely… for an organic.
He had turned on the monitors in the room and switched them to watch you in curiosity. Luckily enough, Isaac had come by not too long after he switched it on to tinker on some new robot idea he'd been working on.
"Megatron my friend, how are you doing today?" He asked, sitting on Megatron's hand, that he had repurposed as a chair.
"Rather well considering my… predicament…" He answered, watching as Sumdac sat on his hand, a sight he felt was rather humiliating, "I do have one inquiry though."
"Oh, of course! Tell me, what do you want to know, my friend?"
"Who is that human on the monitor?" He asked, optic turning to the screen to watch you put your mop away.
"Oh! That's Y/N! They have recently started working here as a janitor."
"I thought you had machines for such jobs?"
"Well normally yes, but Y/N really needed a job and was hoping to work here as an engineer someday, so I thought I would help them in any way I possibly could. Unfortunately all other positions were filled at the time though, so I suggested they help JaniBot™ with cleaning up until they save enough for their degree."
"I see. How very kind of you." Megatron responds before going silent, watching you roll your cart away as you happily chatted with the robot beside you.
He decided then and there that he had to learn more about them.
The vision that I had of him was a product of my loneliness.
!warnings! obsessive behaviour
I was lonely.
I had no one. I guess that's the definition of lonely.
When I saw him,
he was the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
He was funny,
caring,
an extrovert,
understanding.
I followed him like a lost puppy,
acting like a pet who would always be there for him.
I don't think he knows.
I hope he doesn't.
He treated me like he did everyone else.
I acted as though he were my king,
and I was a servant who wasn't even assigned to him.
He plays the guitar.
I wonder if he'd play a song just for me.
He has friends,
I wonder if we could be close like that.
He likes this one murder show,
I watched it just so we could have something in common,
even though the ending was very predictable.
I tried to remember his zodiac,
to see if his'll match with mine.
I don't even believe in that crap,
but I changed those beliefs for him.
Until I found out we would be bad as a couple,
so I threw the whole belief away again.
He has inside jokes,
I act like I know them,
just so I can feel better about my lonely self.
While he's thriving in his job in the real world,
I'm at home,
writing meaningless poetry that couldn't even be considered as poetry, that no one would ever want to read, while listening to romantic playlists consisting of Dustin O'Halloran and Gustav Mahler that I would never get to experience with him.
I was in love.
I fell in love with the way he looked first, the way he smiles
then I fell for the way he laughed,
then how he talks to people,
then his jokes,
then I fell in love with his kindness,
after that, I fell in love with his life, with the stories he'd tell us.
Even after he got a terrible haircut 3 weeks later,
it still felt as if there was a small roller coaster in my chest when I saw him.
I knew I was screwed then.
Even when he got another terrible haircut that left him almost bald, I was still in love.
➳ published: 06.08.20
➳ moodboard created by: Irma
➳ clone!au || power!au || genre: dark || horror || angst || smut || rated: m
➳ pairing: kim jongin x reader | kāi x reader
➳ summary: Who are you? Who am I? Are you Jongin or are you Kāi? Who will win? Only one can survive…right?
➳ word count: 3.6k
➳ warnings: manipulation, implied sexual content, psychological abuse, violence
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“What are you hungry for?”
“You.”
“Be serious, Kāi.”
“I am being serious.”
You roll your eyes at him and continue to search through the cupboards and fridge. “Well, we need to get groceries because all we have is two eggs and enough milk to make scrambled eggs.” You look over your shoulder and find your captor sprawled out on the couch, picking his blackened nails. “Or are you planning on letting us starve.”
“We will be heading out soon,” he doesn’t look at you but instead holds up his hand and inspects his cleaned fingernails. They are still black so there is no difference but he seems pleased with his bored picking. “You’ll need to pack your bags, take what you can carry as everything else will be left here.”
“Why?” You are shocked by his sudden announcement, and by his blasé way of saying it. You’ve been here for a month now so you had assumed that you were going to remain here – or at least be here when Jongin rescues you.
“Because,” he begins by finally looking at you, “when trying to avoid someone, you don’t stay in one place for too long. That was Jongin’s mistake, that’s not going to be mine.” You feel like you’ve been slapped and the look of shock on your face only amuses Kāi. “Red Force had stopped hunting the originals soon after our creation, we weren’t the perfect replicas they were hoping for but we served the purpose.” You don’t know the story, you are blissfully ignorant to the horrors that Kāi had to face, that Jongin would have had to face if they were recaptured before his birth. “That’s a story for another time, though.” He grins darkly as he gets off the couch and walks towards you, eyes dark with amusement as he watches you back yourself into a corner. “Because they stopped being hunted, they became complacent, decided that living normal lives would finally be doable – and it was but they were never truly free.”
You shudder when you think about how your life with Jongin has been watched through a lens by some perverted man behind his desk. “Is that how…” You swallow thickly when Kāi closes in on you, looking at you like a cat eyeing up the bird in the cage. “Is that how you knew about me? You watched me?”
He doesn’t answer you right away, licking his lips and caging you between him and the wall, Kāi lets your concern escalate into fear. If he’s been watching you, he’s seen you and Jongin do things, he would know all your likes, dislikes, habits – Kāi would have effectively stalked you without having to do any of the ground work and he can see that the thought sickens you. Your fear causes your heart to race, his proximity, the heat rolling off his body, adding to it and Kāi tilts his head to the side, wondering if you’re about to have a heart attack from the speed it's going. “No.” He whispers after what feels like forever, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Like I said from the beginning, you were nothing more than a means to an end.”
You don’t know why it hurt you so much, you don’t know why those words hurt you more this time than they did the first time Kāi said them. Nothing had changed, he hadn’t changed and you still wanted nothing more than to be with Jongin again – so why did it hurt?
“You really don’t care about me?” You mumble when Kāi pulls away and heads towards the drawers that contain his assortment of… clothing, if you could even call them that.
He runs his hand over his face but you don’t see it. Playing these games with you proves to be fun when he’s bored and looking for entertainment, they serve a purpose because he knows that things change, even for the briefest of moments, but they can be a hindrance to his plans. Kāi wants to steal you away from Jongin, not because he wants you, but because it tears Jongin apart; not knowing if you’re slowly falling for the sadistic, evil clone with the black heart or remaining faithful to the knight in shining armour working tirelessly to save you. Kāi knows that his preferred outcome for this game is that Jongin no longer exists, everything about him destroyed but even if by some miracle he did survive – how could things ever be the same between you again?
Jealousy, second guessing, doubt, mistrust and not to mention – it’s his fault that you’re in this mess in the first place.
How could you ever just go back to how things were knowing that because of Jongin’s presence in your life, you will always be in danger?
Knowing that Kāi can’t have his progress ruined by one of your walls coming down, he turns to you with a saddened look in his eyes. “How could you say that?” You don’t know what to say when you see that he’s offended by your question. “I do care. If I didn’t care, do you think I would make sure you saw the sun, that you ate, or that you slept comfortably in a bed?”
“I- I just- it’s because…”
“You are a means to an end, that’s true but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” He looks away, keeping the hurt in his voice as he hangs his head with a slight smile trying to tug at his lips. “If you think I’m that heartless…” Kāi sighs, shoulders slumped as he begins to pull his clothes out of the drawers. “I just wanted you to know that I never spied on you, that I just knew you meant something to Jongin and that’s all… I didn’t want you to think I was some monster that got off on watching an innocent, unsuspecting woman shower.”
Monster.
Guilt sets in and you move towards him, wanting to apologise but not really, at the same time. You don’t really know much about him, even after a month of being his captive, you barely learnt about how he came to be and everything else because all Kāi did was use you to torture Jongin. “Where… where are we going?” You try to change the subject but Kāi’s silence makes you think you’ve struck a chord.
Which is exactly what he wants you to think.
“Out of town.” He replies, shortly. “Give some space away so I can think of my next move.”
“Which is?” You start packing your clothes into the suitcase on the bed.
Kāi doesn’t say anything, still refusing to look at you as he pops around the room, grabbing everything he needs to take with him. You continue to pack in silence, making sure you have the essentials and clothing that Kāi had grabbed from your apartment when he was feeling nice. It doesn’t take either of you long to be ready and you worry about what’s going to happen next; what move Kāi is thinking about next or where you’ll be in the world when he resumes his torment against your boyfriend.
You can’t sit and wait for Jongin to rescue you because if you don’t help him in some way, he’ll never know where to start looking but you don’t quite know how to help. Kāi never leaves you alone unless he’s off somewhere doing something terrible and even then, if you tried to escape, he’d know about it. Kāi seems to like you, or have neutral feelings towards you, because he said he doesn’t want to hurt you but he would if he really had to, so maybe you could try and get closer to him to learn something of value. If you can get inside the head of the man holding you captive then maybe you could learn something that’ll help Jongin locate you. It’s a long shot but you need to try because you cannot keep doing nothing.
It’s not going to save you.
“Are you ready?” Kāi grabs his suitcase while you grab yours. You grab his hand, feeling the energy around you shift and every cell in your body becomes energized before the room disappears for a split second to be replaced by a small cottage living room. “Here we are.” He quickly lets go of your hand and walks through the cottage, not caring whether you follow him or not. He’s still acting like you’ve hurt him, showing a softer side to him that’ll cause you to think that he has vulnerabilities.
Which he doesn’t, but you don’t know that.
Kāi watches as you sleep, curled up in the bed, like in the hotel; he closes the door behind him, careful not to make a sound before walking towards the living room. He needs to play the kicked puppy for a little bit longer and to do that, he needs to make sure you don’t know what he’s about to do.
Jongin has been hunting for a clue for a month, Kāi has kept you away from his eyes for two weeks, which means he would be worried about where you are and whether you are safe. Right now, it’s still best for him to keep you hidden because he needs Jongin’s mind to truly crumble before showing him your pretty, unharmed face. Grinning, Kāi dials a number, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. “Hello?”
“Oh… um, hello.” Kāi clears his throat nervously, hoping to sound like he’s unsure about what he’s doing. “I- um, I saw your number in the paper, advertising for… you know…” he laughs awkwardly, “I was wondering if…” He trails off, letting out a puff of air to add to the character he’s playing.
A sultry giggle rings through the phone. “You sound so cute, a darling, I’m sure. I charge $100 per hour and I’ll come to you.”
“O-Oh thank you,” he smiles, letting out a short laugh. “Yes, I’ll send you the address.” This would be the perfect way to release some of that… frustration that has built up in Kāi since he caught you masturbating that night. He didn’t care whether you were thinking about him or whether it was Jongin who was on your mind but it did take a lot of self-control not to try anything because he knew it wouldn’t turn out that great.
You need to be the one who comes onto him, that’s when he knows he’s really blurred the line for you. There are moments, sure, but you still seem to catch on fairly quickly and he admires the challenge you pose.
But it still doesn’t give him satisfaction.
He checks over his attire, the black skinny jeans matches with a blue button up tucked into them, and looks in the mirror at his face; he’s had to learn how to blend in, to be able to keep to the shadows, to not be seen in a crowd and so the makeup and hair dye helps him look the part but he scowls at how much he now looks like him. His black hair hangs damply in front of his eyes and he struggles not to rub his face in case he smudges the foundation. He thinks it would be quite amusing going into the room like this though, play with that half-asleep brain of yours.
Maybe, next time.
Kāi teleports back to the hotel, happy to see that it’s still in the same condition as he left it and he walks over to the bedside cabinet, digging into his back pocket and throwing several unopened condoms of various textures and flavours on top of it. With a deep breath, he tries and focuses on his character – the nervous virgin wanting to get his cherry popped. Everything about this feels wrong, not because he’s developing a guilty conscience but because the jeans are uncomfortably tight in comparison to his leather pants; they are like a second skin while these are constricting and he feels like he’ll rip them if he tried to squat. The shirt isn’t too bad but Kāi takes a sinful amount of pride in his appearance and being able to cause women to be so flustered simply by seeing his toned abdomen is almost like a sick thrill in itself.
He began to pace, wishing he had waited at the cottage instead of turning up so damn early but he wanted this done quick, it wouldn’t be long before the second half of his plan started and he didn’t want to waste any time. A knock on the door causes him to clear his throat and plaster a fake smile upon his lips as he opens the door, “hello.” A blush warms his cheeks as he takes in how the brunette hooker has decided to dress – far less than he has. “You must be Amber.”
She smiles softly, moving past him when he welcomes her in. “Well, for privacy purposes of course, but I can be whoever you want me to be tonight, sweetie.” She sits on the bed, a demure look in her eyes as she leans back onto her hands and watches him. He wrings his hands, looking at her before glancing away but his eyes always trail back to the large set of breasts that are barely covered by her soft pink shirt. “Is this your first time?”
Laughing nervously, Kāi rubs the back of his neck. “Is it that obvious?”
“You can barely look me in the eye, love. Come now,” she holds out her hand, encouraging him closer, “I don’t bite.”
But I do. Kāi suppresses the urge to grin as he slowly reaches for her outstretched hand and she pulls him closer. “I- I bought some condoms…” Amber looks over at the bedside cabinet and laughs, squeezing his hand. “I’d like it… if you took the lead.”
The alarm rings loudly and Kāi hears a groan next to him, he chuckles as he rolls out of the bed begins to dress himself while the body in the bed stretches out with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Now, for someone who has never had sex, you really know how to make a girl cum.” Amber rolls her neck and searches for her underwear. “If you ever feel like having another round, please, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”
“I’ll remember that.” He answers, winking at her before throwing her the dress she came with.
“We made quite the mess, didn’t we?”
Kāi looks around the room, the bed is in disarray, the items from the coffee table are on the floor and an empty bottle of chocolate sauce sits on the kitchen island. “It’s fine, the cleaners will sort it out.” He buttons up his shirt and Amber wraps her arms around his waist, hand untucking his shirt and running over the abdomen that she spent a lot of time admiring with her tongue. “Greedy for another go?”
“That, and you still need to pay me.” Kāi scoffs when she pulls away and retrieves her things from the table by the door. “Quite an expensive first time but I’m sure we both enjoyed ourselves.”
Nodding, Kāi pulls his wallet from his back pocket and a wad of cash out, handing it to her. “You enjoy the rest of your night.”
Amber giggles before kissing him on the cheek, taking the cash and leaving. “You too, dear.” He continues to smile until the door is closed behind her and he immediately drops the façade, narrowing his eyes at the door, clicking his tongue and heading to the bathroom.
Kāi scowls when he sees his reflection, disgust in the similarities churning his stomach as he messes up his hair and washes his face, trying his best to get rid of the make-up that helps him blend in with the general public. It won’t be long before Jongin receives his message about the location and he needs to prepare for seeing him to make things look as convincing as possible. He won’t need to say anything, he won’t need to imply because the state of the room can only mean two things: you tried to escape or that you cheated.
Whichever way Jongin’s mind goes, Kāi has a response for it.
Giving himself a onceover, Kāi decides to keep the shirt unbuttoned, showing the scratches down his toned stomach and bite marks along his collarbone. He hears a soft pop coming from outside the bathroom and grins, knowing that the real party has just begun. “It’s show time.” He strolls out of the bathroom, watching as Jongin’s face goes through every emotion one could have when faced with the scene he’s seeing. Hurt, anger, worry, confusion, betrayal. Jongin barely notices Kāi leaning against the bathroom door frame until the clone whistles to gain his attention. “Perfect timing, didn’t know you’d be able to find the place.”
Jongin’s eyes are bloodshot, deep, dark circles underneath and Kāi can tell he’s been pushing himself hard for the past month because his body looks like he’s gained a bit of muscle but his face shows the exhaustion he’s dealing with. “Where is she?” Jongin growls out, “where’s Y/N?”
“Not here.” He chuckles, teleporting from the spot when Jongin rushes him. “She’s sleeping soundly somewhere safe though.”
The emphasis on the word causes Jongin to freeze, looking at Kāi properly as his mouth opens and shuts while his mind tries to piece it all together. “What did you do?”
“What does it look like?” He opens his arms, making sure Jongin gets a good, proper look at the room. “I think it’s pretty obvious what happened.”
A shaky breath can be heard passing through Jongin’s lips when his eyes catch the sight of opened condom packets on the bedside cabinet. “N-no…” He shakes his head, not wanting to accept the truth that’s hitting him right now. “She would never…”
“Wouldn’t she?” Kāi asks, amused. He runs a hand through his dark, damp locks and bites his lip for show. “She misses you, cries for you in her sleep. Do you think we are so different? Do you think that her entire being doesn’t wish for you to be by her side? It doesn’t take much to fool a broken mind. She’s like a wanderer trapped in the Sahara, wishing so desperately for a drop of water that a mirage,” he dramatically waves his hands over himself, “easily tricks her into thinking she’s found an oasis.”
Jongin turns around and punches the wall, putting a hole through it as he yells out in pain. Kāi knows that the physical pain means nothing, Jongin’s far stronger than that, it’s the emotional pain, the mental turmoil he’s now facing as he imagines the love of his life being tricked into sleeping with his sadistic clone – her kidnapper. “I’m going to kill you.” Jongin grits out through his teeth, not looking at him. “Whatever they did to you, however they tortured you, that’ll be nothing in comparison to what I’m going to do to you.”
“Well, that sounds like something to look forward to. I almost want to see what you’re capable of, how far you are willing to go into the darkness to rescue your sweet girlfriend.” Kāi licks his lips, the tantalizing taste of danger causing him to shake with excitement. “She really is sweet, isn’t she?” He mimics a chef’s kiss, chuckling at the death glare Jongin throws his way when he finally turns back to face him. “I was going to kill her; make you watch as the life left her eyes before you beg me to end your miserable existence.” He shrugs. “Maybe I’ll keep her around, she can be my grand prize.”
Jongin’s quick to act, throwing a knife at him and Kāi barely manages to move out of the way, the sharp steel slicing his arm. He doesn’t wince in pain, doesn’t falter as he teleports behind Jongin and puts him in a chokehold – only for Jongin to teleport away.
“I was starting to like this shirt.” Kāi laughs, watching the blood stain the sleeve. “You know, if I die – you’ll never find her.”
“She’ll call for help, once you don’t go back, she’ll find her way back to me.”
Grinning, Kāi tilts his head to the side, the gesture making him look more psychotic than he normally does. “You’re so sure about that, aren’t you?”
“What the fuck do you mean by that? Of course, she’ll call for help!”
“If she’s even alive to try.” Kāi doesn’t move away when Jongin grabs him, pushing him up against the wall, gripping his collar. “Did you really think I would not have a contingency plan in case something happened? Kill me before the big finale and Y/N will be sent back to you in pieces.”
“You’re sick!”
Feeling the energy beginning to course through his body, Kāi gets in the final word before disappearing. “I know.” He finds himself standing in the middle of the living room of the cabin, the same place he left from. Shrugging off the shirt, Kāi inspects the cut on his arm, frowning in annoyance as it continues to bleed; he wipes his thumb over the thin line and brings it to his mouth, spitting it out shortly after. “Asshole poisoned the knife.”
“Kāi?” Your voice catches his attention and he briefly looks at you before returning his attention to the wound. “Wha-” You finally see the blood and gasp, covering your mouth in shock. “Oh my God, what happened?!”
He laughs, using his shirt to put pressure on the cut as he heads towards the bathroom to patch himself up. “What happened is that Jongin knows how to play dirty and you,” he looks at you in a way that makes you feel uneasy, “you get to play doctor.” You want to ask more questions, learn more about what happened but you know he won’t give those answers up easily – not unless you do as he says.
Do you think you’ll expand your yandere series to other characters? Or if not full series, just fics ? Because your Kyō was absolutely delicious and I think you have really wrote the yandere aspects amazingly and it be interesting to see your takes on other characters and what kind of yanderes they’d be?
I definitely will in the future, bby. 😌 So far I only have solid ideas for Kyō, but I’m planning on writing for Sanemi or Giyuu next; it depends on who I get inspired for. Thank you for thinking that the Kyō one is delicious tho. 🥰🍉
Aww! Thank you, bby! 🥰 I’m glad you think it’s original, I’ll try to keep it good tho. Gosh, I’m feeling pressured 😂 Thank you for reading it in the first place. 🍉
Thank you, bby! I’m glad you like the fic. 😌 Really tho, no one would suspect him at all. He’s too “nice-looking” for that. He’d be pretty manipulative too, at least if it means that he gets to keep his beloved. 👀 Just thinking about what I wrote down about what he did to push things to go his way even has me a bit wary of Yandere Kyō. 😂🍉
Thank you all sooooo much for the warmhearted support tho. All the feedback is honestly pushing me to finish the fic as soon as possible. 🥰🍉
The rest of Erik’s week flew by. He didn’t want to admit it but he was very excited for today. It was Friday and already the end of the day. Samara texted her address to him the night they had lunch.
She wasn’t at the office today. Erik messaged her just to confirm if she was still available for tonight and she replied, “Absolutely.”
After finishing up some work, Erik left his office and headed home.
When he arrived at his apartment. There was a present at his door. He looked up and down the hallway to see if he could see who left it. He didn’t see anyone. He bent to pick up the package.
It was a medium sized white box, wrapped in a white satin bow. He examined it, giving it a quick shake. He heard a little rattle.
“What the fuck?” he thought.
Quickly unlocking his door, he turned on the light on in his small foyer as he stepped inside his apartment. He walked over to his small table where he and Samara had their encounter. Placing his keys and gift down.
He took a breath before removing the lid to his present.
Inside there was a pair of fluffy black handcuffs, a collar and a note.
Erik narrowed his eyes as his head flinched back slightly. He picked up the handcuffs touching them briefly. He then picked up the collar. It was a large black suede collar; a standard buckle was fastened on the back; a silver hoop dangled in the front. His eyes traveled to words engraved on a silver dog tag.
He was stunned as he read the words.
“Property of Samara.”
His mouth hung open, amazed. “This bitch is crazy!” He said as he laughed loudly. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Never in his thirty-two years had any one done anything like this to him. He put the collar down back into the box before picking the note up.
“Don’t bother coming over if you’re not going to wear it. – S. “
Erik felt a chuckle rising in his chest again as his eyes went back to the collar in the box.
“Yo, she want me to wear a fuckin’ collar?” he said aloud, a laugh still laced in his voice.
Erik shook his head. “So, what you goin’ do?” his inner-self questioned. He placed the note back inside the box. He walked away from the table toward his bathroom, he needed to take a shower.
Samara stood looking in the mirror in her bedroom of her Brooklyn brownstone home. The room was illuminated by candlelight; rose oil burned in her diffuser. She wore a black lace corset with a matching thong, her feet donned in strappy black stilettos. She took a drag from her joint as she admired her figure in the mirror. Blowing the smoke out she turned to check herself out.
“Looking good girl.” She said to herself.
*Ding Dong*
She looked toward her bedroom door as she heard the sound of her doorbell. Putting her joint out in the ash-tray. She moved to grab a black leash.
“That must be him.” She said smiling.
It didn’t take long for her to answer the door.
Erik’s heartbeat quickened as he laid eyes on Samara.
“Damn girl, all that for me.” He said, a wide grin on his face.
Samara had a playful grin on her lips. “Maybe. Do you have what’s mine.” She said cocking her head to the side, tracing her finger along her collar.
Erik caught on to what she meant. He chuckled looking at the ground before moving the collar of his black hoodie to show her that he was wearing his black collar.
Samara squealed gleefully, Erik looked back up at her, smiling at her reaction.
“Come in, I’m ready to have some fun.” She said moving to the side, allowing Erik to enter the foyer of her home.
Samara closed the door behind Erik, he stood admiring her home. Looking at some of the African inspired art on the wall. He peered down the hall looking into the living room. His attention went back to Samara as she walked around him.
She faced him, “Do you have your handcuffs?” she said with an eyebrow raised.
Digging into the front pocket of his black hoodie, he removed the black furry handcuffs, allowing them to dangle in-front of her face.
A smirk danced on her lips as she looked firmly into Erik’s eyes.
“You ready to follow my instructions?” she asked her voice stern.
Erik’s tongue darted out of his mouth licking his lips, his eyes shining at her.
“I’m ready for whatever, baby.” He said, his deep voice laced with desire.
Samara moved in close to Erik, tugging his hoodie collar down, she fastened the hook of the leash she held in her hand onto his black suede collar.
“Follow me.” Was all she said, walking toward the steps.
He watched her intently, his eyes focused on her legs and round ass.
Samara turned to pull the collar which got Erik’s attention. She began to ascend the steps with Erik close behind.
Erik stood in-front of Samara, his chest bare. He watched her as she marveled at his upper body, her eyes roaming over his many scars. His heated gaze bore into her, the flickering flames of the many candles in the room seen in his eye’s reflection; making it look as if his own eyes were aflame.
Samara reached her hand towards Erik’s chest, lightly brushing her soft hand against his raised scars. Her other hand was wrapped taut around the black leash, giving Erik little slack around his neck.
Samara wasn’t expecting to see scars when he removed his shirt. She wanted to ask questions but decided to save them for a later time.
Her hand slowly trailed down his chest, over his abs resting at the top of his pants on his belt. Samara and Erik made firm eye contact, the hairs on Erik’s arms raised at her touch. Samara parted her lips allowing her tongue to peak through.
“I’m not going to do anything crazy to you, so we don’t need a safe word.”
Erik’s posture was strong as a smiled danced across his lips.
“Whatever you say.” Was all he said.
Samara turned around slightly, grabbing the flurry handcuffs off the bed, holding them up to Erik.
“If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’ll have to use these.”
Erik’s heated gaze eyed her body up and down, consuming her figure. He barely paid attention to what she said but he heard her.
He nodded as his gaze returned to hers.
Samara sat on the bed, holding the leash taut; Erik had to move closer to her as a reaction to how rigid this position was. Samara made quick work of unfastening Erik’s belt and lowering his pants and underwear. His solid member sprung forth.
“Remove them.” Samara said looking up at Erik.
Samara didn’t give Erik any slack on her grip on the leash. With his neck tensed, he slightly kneelt removing the remainder of his pants and underwear down his leg before stepping out of them.
She bit her lip as she watched his member twitch at his movements. Samara pulled the leash tighter causing Erik to move even closer to her. She smiled as she noticed the slight discomfort on his handsome features. With her free hand, she grasped his member. Licking her lips, she placed the tip of his solid shaft in the mouth.
Samara noticed Erik’s body jerk at the sensation. She played with his tip, massaging it with her fleshy lips, pressing her tongue onto it, sucking firmly. She quickly moved her mouth further down his shaft as her hand stroked from the base to the middle of his member. Her mouth and hand moved in unison.
Erik looked down at Samara as she worked. He leaned forward slightly, his posture slightly relaxing. Samara could feel him relaxing. She yanked the leash tighter. Erik grunted. She continued bobbing her head back and forth taking more of his dick into her mouth.
Erik clenched his hands, as he ached to touch Samara.
His body became more sensitive as she continued to work. He tried to hold his hands behind his back before placing them on his hips. It wasn’t long before he clasped a handful of her hair.
Samara removed her lips from his erection, looking up at him. Erik quickly removed his hands but it was too late.
She smiled at him as she continued to stroke his length with her free hand.
“Turn around.” She said as she stopped rubbing him. She relaxed her grip on the leash a bit just enough to give him room to turn around.
Erik let out a heavy sigh before clinching his jaw as he turned around. He placed his hands together.
Samara snatched the cuffs off the bed, placing them on his strong wrists. She smacked his firm ass.
“Turn around.” She said with a laugh in her voice.
Erik rolled his shoulders as he turned around, his fist tightened in frustration. He wasn’t used to women playing with him and here he was standing in-front of one naked, hand-cuffed with a dog collar around his neck. His frustration soon turned to anticipation as he watched Samara lean further onto her lush king-sized bed spreading her legs. Beckoning him with her finger.
As he stepped closer, Samara gripped the leash tighter, causing his neck to clench again, his body stiffened. He and Samara stared at each other hungrily. He watched as she patted between her legs, rubbing her cunt, licking her lips.
“Don’t you want a taste, Erik?” she said as she scooted closer to the edge of the bed, leaning on her elbows. She moved her lacy thong from her wet core.
Erik felt his adrenaline rush, a wide smirk spread across his lips as his eyes focused on Samara’s.
“Mmhm.” Was all he said as he knelt in front of her.
His soft lips trailed up her thigh, leaving light kisses. Samara let out a light giggle at his touch. Erik smiled at the sound of her laugh.
It didn’t take long for Erik to go to work. He brushed his tongue lightly against her lips before fluttering it against her clit.
Samara let out a soft moan, tugging his collar a little tighter. His tongue lapped at her fleshy folds. He kissed her lips before taking one in his mouth sucking on it lightly, followed by the other. As Samara’s pussy became wetter, Erik smacked his lips against hers. He slowly slid his moist tongue inside her box.
He wanted to touch her badly as he struggled being confined in the handcuffs. He slowly moved his head back and forth as his thick wet tongue darted in and out of her pussy.
Samara closed her eyes tossing her head back in bliss before using her free hand to snatch a handful of his locs. He watched as she writhed in ecstasy.
As she opened her eyes her gaze met his once more.
She removed the scrunchie that held some of his locs in place atop his head, allowing them to flow freely. Erik peeked at Samara through his curtain of hair in his face. His tongue continued to play with her clit. Samara gripped his hair tighter as he buried his face deep into her pussy.
Samara moaned, rolling her hips as Erik kept playing with her.
“Get up and turn around.” Samara she managed to say looking at Erik.
Erik stopped immediately, steadying himself before he stood and turned around.
Samara took off his handcuffs, throwing them to the floor.
He flexed his hands, rolling his wrist, finally free from his restraints.
Erik quickly turned to face her.
“You goin’ let me fuck you or what?” He said looking at her lustfully.
Samara smiled. She moved further onto her bed, tugging Erik by his leash. He moved with her, leaning further onto the bed, never breaking eye contact. He licked his lips impulsively as he noticed how the candle radiated a warm glow over Samara’s mahogany skin.
“Take my heels off.” Samara said placing her heeled foot in-front of him. Erik swiftly removed her stiletto followed by the other one, tossing both on the floor. He crawled further onto the bed, settling in-between her legs.
He grabbed her hips moving her closer to him. He wrapped one of her legs around his hip as he leaned the thigh of the other leg on his chest, draping her calf over his shoulder. Samara relaxed the leash, allowing Erik room to move. Erik reached for her neck, gripping it before thrusting deep into her.
“Fuck!” Samara strained to yell as Erik’s dick suddenly filled her.
Erik braced himself as he plunged harder into her wet cunt. He leaned over her body, his locs falling into his face. Samara tightened her grip on the leash, forcing him to lean more into her, he clenched his hand tighter around her neck as he rested his other hand on her inner thigh.
He gritted his teeth as he drilled in her, her slick pussy coated his hardened member.
“Oh yes.” Samara moaned as Erik found her spot her free hand gripping the sheets tightly.
Erik couldn’t say he wasn’t having fun. His senses were engaged differently when he was with Samara, especially now. His chest felt light, his breath quickened. The softness of Samara’s skin as he gripped her throat sent a tingle down his spine. He relished at the euphoria on her face as he continued to thrust into her. His greedy eyes roamed her body, aching for more of her.
The soft glow of the candles gave everything a dreamy feeling. The flickering flames danced over their sweaty bodies making their skin look alive.
Erik felt Samara’s walls clench his swollen member as her pussy became wetter.
Samara let out a loud moan.
Erik knew that she came. Get pushed in and out of her for a few strokes before stopping.
“Turn over.” His deep voice commanded.
Samara was position doggy-style as Erik rammed into her from behind. She held the leash firmly in her hand.
Erik held her hips as he burrowed deep in and out of her soaked pussy. The sound of slapping flesh filled the bedroom along with Samara’s moans.
“How does it feel, baby?” Erik demanded.
Samara continued to moan as her ass bounced against Erik’s pelvis, his dick filling every inch of her.
“I can’t hear you?” Erik’s deep voice said as he continued to penetrate Samara.
“Y--- you feel s-- so good.” Samara managed to say in-between thrusts.
Erik wiped his forehead as sweat formed, his eyes were trained on his hard dick, watching as it entered and exited Samara’s warm cunt. He continued to enter Samara with steady, strong strokes.
Erik felt himself reaching his peak, his thrust became more frenzied and sloppy.
“Fuck. Ohh shit.” Erik said as sweat fell down his face. He slowed his strokes allowing himself to feel Samara’s warm center a little while longer.
He pulled out of Samara abruptly, clasping his hand around his member, he milked himself until his seed spilled all over Samara ass.
Samara stretched out in-front of Erik, letting go of the leash. Erik sat back on his feet, letting out a few deep breaths, wiping his forehead, shaking his locs out.
Samara laughed. “That felt so good.” She said catching her breath, turning over to look at Erik.
He crawled toward her, to lay beside her.
“Yes, very.” He said stretching before unfastening the collar from his neck.
Samara smiled at Erik, looking at him. “You’re good. Very, very good.”
Erik chuckled. “Really? Thank you.” He said looking at her as he leaned in kissing her on the lips.
They were both fast asleep not long after calming down.
Erik was stirred from his sleep by the sound of constant beeping. He opened his eyes to a dark room. The candles burned out, he turned over to see Samara fast asleep. He remembered that he was over at her place. His thoughts were interrupted again at the same beeping sound. He sat up in the bed, placing his legs over the edge. He looked around the room for the source of the beeping. It sounded like it was coming from the hall.
Getting up from the bed, he grabbed his boxers before walking toward the door that led to the hall. He could see easily, his eyes quickly adjusting to the dark. He thanked his time in the military for that ability. He entered the hallway stopping to hear the sound again. His eyes fell to a door across the hallway. The wooden door was slightly open, a low light illuminating from it. He quickly crept to the door, not making a sound on the polished hardwood floors. He quietly opened the door, peaking his head through. The room was empty except for a desk, chair, bookshelf and laptop.
Erik looked at the laptop and heard the beeping emitting from it. He closed the door only leaving it open slightly. He walked over to the desk before taking a seat in the chair. He looked at the laptop squinting his eyes as he waited for them to adjust to the bright light.
It was a messenger app that was causing the loud beeping sound. He looked at it. It was filled with a few names, some users were online others offline. He took a deep breath, thinking about if he should be looking at her computer.
He clicked the name of the person who was sending her messages.
“Gabriel?” Erik said to himself as he scanned over the messages.
“Please answer me.”
“I know you’re awake.”
“I miss you.”
These were just a few of the first messages Erik read. The guy seemed thirsty from the rest of the messages Erik read.
He felt his jaw clench, a burning sensation rising in his chest.
“Who’s this nigga?” He thought still looking at the screen.
As he exited out of “Gabriel’s” message window, he randomly looked at other names on the list; Marcus, Aaron, Dwayne, etc.
Erik felt his anger rising so he exited out of the entire messenger app. His mind began to race with questions about Samara. He heard a distant sound coming from somewhere in the house that startled him from his thoughts.
He held his breath as he looked at the door. But no one opened it. He figured it was just the sound of the house settling. He felt his curiosity rising, he wanted to look through her computer for more information.
Adjusting his posture in the seat, he moved his face closer to the screen and went to clicking away. It didn’t take long for him to find a folder titled, ‘Fun.’
A bunch of videos and pictures popped up. All with different names and dates. Erik felt his palms getting sweaty, he grew hot as he thought about what he was doing. Was he really about to invade this girl’s privacy? What if she caught him? What if he finds some freaky shit? Erik shook the thoughts from his head as he clicked on a random file.
He sat back in his chair looking at the images on the screen.
It was Samara, draped in red lingerie on her knees tied up with her ass in the air. From the looks of the video some unknown man held the camera. Erik watched as a male voice began to ask Samara questions which she answered sarcastically.
SMACK.
The unknown male in the video hit Samara on her ass hard with a black paddle.
Erik’s leg started to jump up and down as his anger rose. He quickly exited out of the video before looking at another. He spent a few more minutes looking through her ‘Fun’ folder, watching more videos and looking at various photos. Pain in his jaw began as he clenched it, his breathing became faster and heavier as his anger rose. He couldn’t take much more of what he was seeing.
Quickly exiting out of the folder and closing her laptop. He stood up and left the room just as quietly as he had entered.
He entered Samara’s bedroom looking for his clothes. He decided he was going to leave, he had to; his anger was getting the best of him. Picking up his belongings and quickly dressing, he glared down at Samara who was still fast asleep. Erik’s body was tense as he stood grinding his teeth.
Samara let out a deep breath, turning over in her sleep, unaware at an angry Erik looking down at her. He continued to glare at her before turning away from her and walking out of her bedroom, down the stairs and finally out her front door.
Author’s Note: So, to answer your questions about the recording, Samara does it with most of the men she sleeps with. It’s one of her fetishes. The next chapter will be the beginning of jealous Erik. Of course more information about Samara will be revealed; she’s what makes the story interesting. Thanks to everyone who has read my story so far and shows love. I appreciate you all. *Sorry for any errors*
