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ONE WISH WILLOW.

— yuta okkotsu. x f!reader.

Summary: You carelessly wish for your crush, Yuta, to be 'madly in love with you' on what you assumed was an occultist scam stick but before you could change your mind— you accidentally snap the willow. Believing it to be a fake, you think nothing of it, but when Yuta's behavior soon turns erratic and demented, you quickly realise you've made a grave mistake.

Warnings: NONCON, DUBCON, MDNI, coercion, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, fingering, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, cumming inside, obsessive themes of violence(?), threats against reader, reader tries taking her own life, so much plot with porn, yuta snaps in and out after the wish is made & there's an indicator for real yuta's dialogue sort of like an easter egg? 👀, slight angst maybe(?), DD;DNE. + not proofread. If you're uncomfortable, please feel free to block me or filter the tags.

do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.

WC: 15k.

A/N: this fic is just merely inspired from the concept of one wish willow since I've been obsessed with obsession tbh, though there are some references to the film in terms of a few dialogues in this fic, and just saying I despise bear with my entire heart so yeah. this also felt like I rushed it but maybe not idk there's 15k words, it was supposed to be short but I uhm got carried away, been working on this since July 6th, sorry for the delay :(.

The distinct chatter of the crowd faded into the background of the party, people socializing and chatting away, which you observed from a distance for a bit before you grabbed the drink that was placed on the bar counter, you took a sip nervously before chugging the entire thing down, feeling the alcohol burn your throat as it goes down.

You cannot bear to be sober right now.

Things weren't the same anymore after you lost your grandma a few months ago, you cherished her deeply— her having been the only one who raised you since you were born. Although she passed away naturally due to old age, it still left a void in you, she was the one that raised you after all.

You miss her especially on nights like these, when you're out and about, knowing you have no one to go back to home to.

“You should really go easy on the drinks.” A smooth and soft voice snaps you out of your thoughts, you blink a few times, recollecting yourself before you look at the source.

In front of you stood Yuta, a really close friend and a co-worker of yours with a concerned expression on his face. He was one person who had been actively helping you cope with the loss of your grandma for the past few months.

“It's my first shot though.” You roll your eyes, placing the shot glass on the bar table.

“Well, that's what you said last time too and ended up throwing up all over me.” Yuta pointed out, his tone teasing you.

“Shut up. Don't remind me.” You grunted, turning away from him and hiding your face in embarrassment, he let out a hearty laugh at your behavior, you stared at him for a moment before returning a chuckle.

“But for real, it's true. This is my first shot.” You affirm, giving him a reassuring smile, he nods, deciding to trust you. You both begin to chat for a bit about life. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he shot you a charming smile. You quickly looked away, not wanting him to catch you staring intently.

He always knew how to make you feel better at times like this.

You mentally scold yourself for feeling this way about him, you both had gotten a lot closer in the past few months, closer than you guys ever were. Such a change in situation caused a few shifts in your perspective about him, especially when he was so kind, you soon found yourself crushing on him.

Your conversation comes to an abrupt end when one of your mutual friends grabs Yuta and drags him to the table in the middle, jokingly asking your permission to borrow him for a game, which you all laugh at.

You think about taking a second shot before deciding you've had enough, concluding that one shot was enough after what Yuta told you. You really shouldn't be developing an alcohol problem over grief, so now you're just watching him from across the room, observing how the game is unfolding.

“So, when are you going to ask him out?” A familiar voice echoed in your ears, you turned to face towards that direction, seeing the familiar dark green hair catch your eye. It was Maki.

“Ask who out?” You blinked, trying to process what she was implying.

“Oh don't play dumb, I'm obviously talking about Yuta.” She rolls her eyes, grabbing her own drink as she chugs it down.

“Uh, I don't know. I'm not sure.” You reply quickly, feeling conflicted about your own feelings. You felt your hands turn moist at the sheer nervousness you were feeling from this conversation alone.

“Just do it, I'm pretty sure he also has some sort of feelings for you.” Maki nudges you, nodding her head to the direction he's in. You felt embarrassed, shaking your head.

“Eh, I don't know. It's probably best not to ruin things we have right now.” You shrug it off, Maki doesn't prod you further, and just backs off.

The conversation soon shifted to Maki talking about her life. You were so deeply invested, until you felt someone bump into your shoulder really hard, causing you to fall back at the sheer force, almost like they purposefully pushed you.

You landed on your butt with a hiss, cursing the man, who didn't bother stopping to apologize, Maki quickly came to your aid, lifting you up and checking if you're okay.

“What the fuck is wrong with some people dude.” She muttered under her breath, glaring at the man disappearing off to the exit in a rush. You felt irritated, huffing in anger as you tried to hold back the rage you felt.

But then something on the floor caught your eye. You bent down, picking it up as you stared at the package with a scowl on your face. It was likely dropped by the man in a rush earlier.

“The hell is this?” You mutter underneath your breath, and Maki looks over your shoulder.

“One wish willow? What's that?” You almost scoff, reading the label and warnings, anyone can tell that this is a scam, but you still analyze it.

“Should I return it back to him?” You ask Maki, genuinely considering going after that man to return it. She quickly takes it away from your hand, reading the label.

“Nah, that asshole knocked you over, you don't owe him that courtesy, besides it's probably just some occult bullshit.” She sighs, tossing it back into your hands. “Maybe you could wish for Yuta's love since you can't bring yourself to confess. You'll need all the luck in the world.” Maki suggests, mocking you in a friendly way all while raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck you. I'm not that desperate.” You scrunch your face at your friend's suggestion before chuckling, you slip the thing into your pocket, reminding yourself to throw it away later as you continue to chat away with Maki.

And soon it was time to go, you booked a taxi to your house until Yuta chimed in, grabbing your phone and cancelling the ride. He asked you if he could drive you home, which you reluctantly agreed to, feeling bad for troubling him like that.

“I hope you're taking care of yourself after you know—, it's been a while since we got some alone time like this.” Yuta broke the silence first.

“I am, but I miss her sometimes but honestly, you all make up for it. Especially you.” You reply, exhaling as you relax in the car, letting your body go loose.

“I'm glad.” Yuta replies shortly, hands gripping the steering wheel as he takes a turn, one of it slides down, grabbing a hold of your thigh which makes you jump slightly as if it was unexpected.

He gently caresses your thigh, drawing soothing circles for a bit before he retreats it back, the absence of his hand was much more noticeable than when he was caressing you, you missed the warmth already.

“You know i—” Yuta begins before quickly shutting himself up. He takes a deep breath.

“Mhm?” You hum in question.

“Nothing, I forgot what I wanted to say.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“Thank you for being here, Yuta.” You begin, all of a sudden, as you gaze out of the window, staring at the night sky, feeling really sentimental for some reason. “I really appreciate you.” You turn your head towards him, giving him a smile. Yuta remains quiet for a while, before he nods.

“Of course, I'm always here. We're friends after all.” He replies back, though there was a slight hesitation in his words.

Comfortable silence falls over the two of you, and soon enough, you reach your home. You unlock the car door, opening it and stepping a foot outside before you're yanked inside into the car once again.

You shriek, confused when you see Yuta gripping your wrist tightly.

“What's wrong?” You ask when he loosens his grip, he swallows nervously biting his lip and shaking his head no.

“Sorry, I just wanted you to be here for a little longer. For some reason I feel like something bad is going to happen.” He answers, letting out a deep sigh. “I know it's stupid—”

“It's not. Don't worry, I'll stay here for a bit.” You cut him off, settling down into the car once again, letting the moments pass by in silence.

“What do you think of us?” Yuta asks all of a sudden, making your mind go blank since you did not expect him to be straightforward. You feel your throat closing up as you struggle to answer.

“We're really good friends aren't we?” You let out a nervous chuckle and you swear you see something dark pass by in Yuta's eyes before his expression changes into a smile.

“Right. We're. Friends.” His tone had slightly shifted, leaving a gap between each word when he spoke them. You nodded, wanting to facepalm yourself because what the fuck, why did you miss a great opportunity to profess your love? Gosh you're such a fucking coward.

“Actually I—” You whisper quietly under your breath, trying to get the words out, finally building up your courage.

“Good night.” Yuta cuts you off, most likely because he wasn't able to hear you since he seemed spaced out and occupied with his own thoughts. He shot you a tight lipped smile, the one that didn't reach his eyes.

You blinked, the courage you gathered deflating immediately, you didn't speak up again, and just nodded, shooting him an awkward smile.

You don't waste another second getting out of the car, bending down and sending off Yuta with a good night. You walk back into your house, mentally exhausted from everything. Internally groaning as you open the front door and slamming it shut before you hang your coat, throwing your bag on the couch and plopping face down on it. Letting out a muffled screech at the chance you blew.

Maybe this was for the better.

It's better to move on.

You press your cheek to the seat, staring at the texture of the sofa's fabric, noticing a patchy stitch that was a complete contrast from the rest of the plain design.

It was a spot your grandma stitched up a few months ago before her passing, she didn't want you to waste money on a new sofa. You gently caress the patch, the stitch lines bumping into your fingertips as you trace it.

You wish she was still alive, she probably would be laughing in your face if you had told her what just happened with Yuta.

You let out a bitter chuckle, remembering her playfulness before you take a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears from falling.

You prop yourself up, sitting upright and going to your bathroom to wash this day's exhaustion off. After showering, you grab your dirty clothes and put them in the laundry basket, just when you grab your pants— the triangular shaped box from earlier falls out of it. You pick it up, setting it on the table and not paying it any mind as you put your clothes away.

Now you're on a phone call with Maki, who enthusiastically called you because she looked up information about the one wish willow online, telling you that it's a real deal, you have to break the stick for it to come into reality.

“No way, let me check it myself.” You put her on speaker, quickly going to the search engine to look for it.

“Nah maki, it has mixed reviews, some say it's real, some say it doesn't work. I'm telling you, it's just bullshit.” You argue adamantly, annoyed by this stupid little ordeal.

“Why don't you wish for something then?” She suggests again, and you think for a while.

“I mean, it isn't like anything bad will happen, on one hand, your wish will come true, while then on the other, it just turns out to be a fake.” She adds, which makes you grab the thing off the table and open it.

“Wish for like a billion dollars for something, we'll be rich in no time— oh wait fuck! ugh, fuck off— wait I'll call you right back, my sister made a mess everywhere..” Maki hurriedly hung up before you could get a word in. Though you understood what she meant since you could literally hear her sister throwing up in the background when you both were talking. You set your phone down, now intensely staring at the box before prying it open, a weird melody plays when you open it and take the stick out.

You ponder deeply what you should wish for, because a billion dollars would be too suspicious if this was real, like you could be taxed, and if it did come true— how will you explain it to the authorities? you think hard for a few moments before realising how stupid you look right now, all this effort going into something that has absolutely no chance of coming true. You groan, laying down on your sofa.

You don't put a single thought behind your words, choosing to be really dramatic instead of logical, “I wish Yuta was madly in love with me.” You say out loud before putting pressure onto the willow slowly, though you didn't intend on breaking it.

Yeah no, you weren't that desperate—

BOOM!

The ground ends up rattling, as if an earthquake had hit, making you jump and sit up out of panic before you hear the sound of thunder, it scares the absolute crap out of you. You snap your head to the window at that moment, watching flashes of light reflect off the curtain before you hear a few more roars of thunder follow suit with the noise of rain pouring outside.

You let out an exhale after processing what happened, It was just rain. You shake your head in disbelief before turning your attention back to the willow, mind drifting off again to a wish you wanted to make, a simple one.

Probably something like getting a salary hike at the cafe you were currently working for.

You look down, ready to snap the willow.

But your eyes widen when you realise.

The stick now rested in your hands, broken into two pieces.

You must've snapped it in half out of panic unknowingly.

“Fuck noooo that wasn't what I wanted to wish for.” You whine to yourself, voice grating with annoyance.

You were so fucking careless.

You slowly felt something in your gut churn, a feeling of dread but you decided to ignore it.

Ugh whatever, not like it's real or anything, you're getting way too worked up over it.

You get up off the couch, brushing the weird feeling off you and quickly discard the broken pieces and make your way back to your couch, you text Maki.

‘This shit is not real lmao.’

You put your phone down and turn on the TV, trying to find a good show to watch, you immerse yourself in whatever show that is playing right now for a good few minutes, completely getting into the plot—

Ding Dong!

You hear the door bell ring. You furrow your brows, getting off the couch and walking up to the door, wondering who it could be this late. When you look through the peephole, your eyes widen when you see Yuta standing there.

You quickly open the door, surprised by his sudden presence, he probably should've reached his home by now, what was he doing here? Not to mention, he was completely drenched head to toe and breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon.

Your mind wanders off to the wish from earlier, there is no way right?—

Yuta sneezes, which snaps you out.

“Y-Yuta?! Are you okay?” You quickly ask in a worried tone, pulling him inside, before rushing off to get some towels for him.

“Yeah, I'm fine. My car broke down and it started raining so I rushed here.” He sighed, taking the towel from your hands, his hold lingering for a bit longer than usual. You didn't think much of it.

“I don't have spare clothes for you, so you'll have to make do with this bathrobe.” You hand him the bathrobe, to which he quickly grabs before he grabs the hem of his shirt and takes it off.

You turn around, not wanting to look at him as he undresses.

But why the fuck was he undressing right in front of you in the first place? You felt weirded out, this was something Yuta would've never done.

You furrow your brows, quickly turning around to face him only to find him standing still, staring at you in his bathrobe blankly. He suddenly lunges forward, grabbing you by your arms as he pulls you into a hug.

“I'm so sorry. I'm so scared.” He mutters, dipping his head into the crook of your neck before inhaling your scent.

You freeze when he does that, eyes widening with your hands pushing up against his chest to get him off you.

What fuck is wrong with him?

He notices you trying to push him away and steps back, his eyes widening when he sees you.

“Wait, what the fuck? Are you alright?” He asks genuinely concerned, stepping back, his tone shifted way too eerily for you to not notice as if he snapped out of something, you took a step back, not wanting to be near him.

“Uhm, no. You should probably ride a taxi home, let me book one for you. We can deal with the car later.” You blink, weirded out, before reaching for your phone from the couch. But Yuta grabs a hold of your hand before you can reach for it.

“No, please let me stay, I don't want to be alone right now.” He pleads, staring at you with teary eyes which make you feel bad. He lets go of your hand, before hunching down and burying his face in his hands.

“I've been.. having such a bad day. I don't think I cannot be alone with my thoughts. They're scary.” His voice was cracking, emotion spilling out in between as he drags his hands along his face before slowly clutching his hair as if he was going insane.

“Can I just stay here, for the night? Please.” He drops his hands, stands up straight and looks directly into your eyes, you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to speak.

But, no words would come out, for some reason you felt intimated by him. So you just nodded. He gave you a smile.

“Thank you.” He muttered before he quickly turned and walked towards your bedroom.

“Wait Yuta— that's not the guest room.” You call out, he stops before slowly turning around.

“I know.” He replies before opening your bedroom door and going inside.

Something was genuinely off about him, and it started to scare you. You plop down back on the sofa as you think through what just happened. Yuta is behaving really oddly. You could tell because you're both close enough for you to realise something is wrong with him.

There was no way the wish willow was real, right? If it was, you just practically doomed Yuta's life.

This isn't what you wanted.

But then again, you can't say for sure because Yuta has never once been vulnerable in front of anyone, not even his close friends, not you, no one. What if this odd behavior is just him finally being vulnerable? Just a side that you've never seen before? He did seem pretty desperate and scared. You felt bad, maybe you should give him time to recover until the next morning.

You turn off the TV playing in the living room and quickly move to the guest room, deciding that you'll be the one sleeping in it since Yuta was sleeping in your room. You locked the door before turning off the lights and crawling into the bed.

The soft mattress welcomes you, followed by the warmth under the blankets putting you in a cozy mood. The clock on the wall ticks with every second, the noise echoing through the silent room. Your sense of hearing is heightened as you take in all the noise, the rain, the clock, the soft thuds of droplets hitting the window all lulled you to sleep.

You slowly drift off to sleep as a few minutes pass by, the exhaustion from the day finally kicking in.

All of a sudden, a violent bang rattled through the door, making you snap your eyes open and sit up.

Your heart starts beating quickly, breathing becoming heavy as the banging gets louder and louder.

“Yes?” You call out loudly, your voice shaky, and then the banging stops, you see the door knob twist and turn erratically while the door frame jangles, yet the door doesn't open since you locked it. The relentless banging starts again after the struggle with the door knob stops, which scares you.

“Yuta?” You call out again, and then it stops again, but this time followed by an eerie silence.

The silence is shortly broken.

“[Name], it's me, please open the door.” You hear his voice on the other side. “Please, please, why did you lock it? Please. I can't be alone, why did you leave me alone?” He speaks, you can hear him sniffling loudly as he sounds like he's on the verge of a breakdown.

“Yuta please stop, you're scaring me.” You reply, breathing heavily.

“Why aren't you in bed with me?” He asks, shaking the door.

“Why the fuck would I be in bed the with you? It's not appropriate.” You are taken aback by his question, you could hear your own shock in your reply.

“Please, I keep having nightmares about something bad happening to you. It's scaring me on top of my own thoughts, just be together with me.” He begs, trying to twist the door knob open again. That's when your mind drifts off to the moment in the car, Yuta behaved in a similar manner when he grabbed you to stay with him in the car for a few more minutes, when he told you that he felt like something bad might happen.

“Yuta, I'll be fine.” You affirm, trying to calm him down, but then you hear him sobbing outside your door.

“Please— don't leave me. Please. Please. Please.” He cries out, which makes you feel like the shittiest person alive, but you still hesitate, quickly letting out a deep sigh, you throw the blanket off you and go to the door before unlocking it.

The moment Yuta hears you unlock it, he wastes no time barging in, it makes you back up out of fear and regret your decision of unlocking the door but then he pulls you into a hug, a tight suffocating hug.

His tears soak through your shirt as he cries on your shoulder, body shaking as he sobs really loudly.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me today.” He sniffles, pulling back from the hug. “In the car— I felt like you might be in danger, so I made you stay for a few more minutes, but it never went away even when I started driving back home.” He explains himself.

“So I rushed here pretty quickly to check on you. Yet the feeling hasn't gone away at all. In fact it keeps getting worse every second. I'm so sorry for being paranoid, but please let me stay with you.” He adds, staring into your eyes, you furrow your brows, something wasn't adding up.

“But you said your car broke down.” You mutter and you felt the room go completely silent, Yuta stopped sobbing abruptly, going completely silent.

“I- uh, yeah, it broke down, it was a sign for me to go to you. I think. But it doesn't matter, please just be with me.” He began to sob again, which burdens you with emotion again. You nod.

“Fine, but I'll sleep on the floor.” You agree with a condition. You grab a few spare pillows from the bed before making your way to your bedroom and laying them on the floor. Yuta follows shortly, settling down on the bed as he watches you lay down on the floor.

“You could just share a bed with me. I don't mind.” He proposed, you shook your head, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your head.

Yuta didn't bother you after that, so you quickly fell asleep.

The morning arrives quickly, you hear your alarm go off, you reach for it blindly to turn it off, face scrunched up is disturbance, before settling into the soft sheets, changing position as you twist on the soft mattress of your bed.

You snap your eyes open.

Soft?

You wake up immediately, examining your surroundings as you find yourself in the middle of your bed. You check to your side, expecting to see Yuta, but he's nowhere to be found. Though, there is a note on the bedside table.

‘Sorry for the trouble I caused :(, I left early cause I needed to get my car fixed as well. Thank you for letting me stay over. Btw, I moved you to the bed since you look uncomfortable on the floor. Don't worry, I didn't do anything. See you at work!

Love Yuta <3’

You chuckled when you read it, finding it cute at the small symbols he used.

Maybe you were just overthinking after all, he was probably just having a bad day yesterday. You felt stupid for being so paranoid and scared.

Quickly, you get off the bed and begin getting ready for work, grabbing the robe Yuta discarded and throwing it in the laundry to wash later. You hoped his clothes were dry by the time he left, cause it rained all through the night.

You wear your outfit for work, and head out.

When you reach the cafe, you already see Yuta clocked in behind the counter, sorting everything out and making sure the machine is working properly. His eyes immediately lock on to you when you walk in.

“Good morning.” He greets you as usual with a bright smile on his face, which you return before clocking in as well.

The cafe bustles with customers immediately after opening, Yuta handles all customers and orders like he usually does while you and Maki prepare the drinks. You spend your entire day like that, working full time before your shift officially concludes.

You stay behind to close the cafe, helping Maki out while Yuta has already left.

“I don't know if you've noticed, but Yuta has been staring at you all day.” She speaks, finishing up her task and washing her hands. “Like, at first I thought it was normal, but then it was so constant, I was starting to get weirded out.”

“I think he's just been going through something,” You say, blinking at her as you untie your apron. “He came over yesterday night and started acting all weird.”

“Did anything happen?” She asks which makes you shake your head. You quickly fill her in on the details about what happened last night.

“That's crazy.” She lets out an exasperated reaction.

“By the way, is the wish truly not real?” She asks, changing topics since she noticed how uncomfortable you felt recalling last night's events.

“Uh, yeah. It's not real, I did as it said and nothing changed.” You fidget with your fingers.

“What did you wish for?” She tilts her head in a questioning manner.

“A salary hike here.” You don't know why you're lying, but it technically wasn't a lie cause you were going to wish for it, keyword: were, but you broke the willow on a separate wish entirely.

“Yeah no, that's never happening in this life at least.” Maki jokes wrapping an arm around your shoulder as she pulls you close, you chuckle awkwardly, feeling guilty.

You both exit through the backdoor, chatting away about different things when you suddenly spot Yuta, who was leaning against his car as if he was waiting for someone.

Didn't he leave like an hour ago? Why is he still here?

Maki is probably questioning the same thing.

His face lights up when he spots you, immediately waving at you to come over.

“Let me drop you home today as well.” He spoke while grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Maki.

“Uh no Yuta, I brought my own car—”

“The tire is flat.” He interrupts you and you furrow your brows, going over to your car to examine it.

The tire was indeed flat, but what was the reason? You check it further and spot a bunch of huge knife slashes on various spots.

“Who could've done this?” Maki asks, confused.

“I don't know. It was like that when I was leaving, I just waited until you both were done to drop her off. But I didn't know it would take an hour.” He answers.

“Anyway, let's go. I'll call someone to come repair it. It's getting late.” He grabs you before dragging you away from further examining it, you follow him into his car, too much on your mind right now to just think straight, you wave a quick goodbye to Maki before Yuta drives away.

You couldn't wrap your brain around the fact why he didn't just come in and tell you if he spotted that your tires were flat. You would've repaired it before it got too late. It felt like he deliberately waited to tell you so he could drive you home.

And the slashes? Who the fuck would do such a thing? They looked clumsy, as if they were done in a hurry and in a fit of insanity.

“There's something I always wanted to tell you.” You tense up when Yuta speaks, his eyes were on the road yet he was speaking to you.

“I— I've been hiding it for too long but I like you. No— I love you. I've been too much of a coward to admit it.” He confesses. “Last night, you've seen the worst of me. I always wanted to look cool from your perspective, you know? But ughhh. I don't give a fuck anymore.” He whispered the last part.

You felt your heart flutter at his confession before a heat rose up your cheeks.

“What?” Is all that you could let out.

“I love you.” He repeats, pulling the car over before halting it. He faces you directly, caressing your cheek, his eyes examining your entire face.

“Yuta— are you sure?” You ask, heart beating loudly in your chest. He nods, thumb grazing over your bottom lip, his finger pad was soft to the touch.

“Do you like me?” His eyes flicker to your lips shortly.

You swallow, nodding.

“I do, I like you.” You finally confess your feelings as well. Yuta gives you a soft smile before he leans in.

You slowly close your eyes, and hold your breath.

And then you feel it, his soft lips against yours, pressing lightly as he kisses you, slowly tilting his face to the side before he swipes your bottom lip with his tongue in between, asking for permission to let him in.

When you do, he wastes no time in pushing his tongue in, hand moving your cheek to the back of your head as he presses your face into his, his kiss turns desperate as he breathes heavily before you both pull away.

He pulls you in for another kiss again, before he stops, inches away from your lips, his eyes widen like he snapped out a trance as he observes your face, your eyes still closed, anticipating another kiss from him.

He slowly pushes his lips against yours, this time it feels different, his earlier kiss was full of confidence, yet now it feels like he is hesitant and unsure, but he continues to kiss you awkwardly anyway, you shoot your eyes open, slightly pulling away, wondering what's wrong with him, but then the hand resting on the back of your head pushes you, his kiss now transitions into like how it was earlier.

It was weird, but you push the thought away to the back of your mind.

❀❀❀❀❀❀

A week passes.

You and Yuta now became official, everything was going so well— or you had assumed.

Yuta has been behaving really oddly, getting weirder and weirder as the time passed.

“Yuta, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You question genuinely, spitting out the coffee he made into the sink before pouring it down the drain. He stares at you like he was heartbroken.

“Why the fuck would you cum in my coffee? How long have you been doing that for? That's fucking disgusting!” You freak out, grabbing your head as you realise what he's been doing since the past week.

He hasn't left your side for the past week and it was beginning to get suffocating. At first you let him stay over, thinking nothing of it, but the next day, he brought his clothes over and started living with you.

Everything was fine for like one whole day initially, but then it got worse. Yuta was extremely possessive, from the second day onwards, he monitored every action of yours, where you went, what you ate, who you were with, how long you've been in the bathroom for. It was obsessive.

You'd caught him sniffing your pillow, or your dirty clothes in the laundry, which you were weirded off by, the relationship felt like it was progressively getting weirder and creepier.

This isn't what you thought it would be like to be in a relationship with him.

And today? you found out that he came in your cup of coffee which he makes everyday for you in the morning before work. You only found that out because it tasted so weird today.

He was the one that admitted to it.

Like it was the most casual and normal thing ever.

You felt like crying and throwing up, why would he ever think of doing this?

But when he started crying, you couldn't help but feel bad, falling to his knees as he apologized, promising that he'll never do it again. You felt awkward and had no choice but to forgive him. You pull up to his feet and give him a hug which he returns, holding you tightly in his grip, inhaling your scent.

You thought that would be the end of the weird things.

But you were wrong.

The very next night, Yuta initiated intimacy like he did in the past week, his hands slid around your waist as you both laid in the bed, tugging your shirt upwards, you quickly shoved his hands away and fixed yourself. You weren't comfortable being intimate that early on into the relationship.

“Yuta, no, I don't want to.” You firmly say, rejecting him once again, pissed off that the cute cuddling moment was ruined by his advances, you didn't want to be pressured into doing that so early into the relationship, you wanted to take your own time opening up, you constantly had to keep on denying him for the past week.

You turn your back to him, laying on your side facing away from him.

Yuta blinks, his face going blank, “Sorry.” He quickly replies before turning away from you.

It was a constant cycle, he'd initiate, you'd say no, he'd say sorry, and everything would go back to normal because you'd forgive him, but it was starting to irritate you now, even though you made it clear multiple times.

“It's oka—” Before you could finish your usual sentence, you hear Yuta scream into his pillow really loudly out of anger, the sound was muffled yet still roaring, the grating screech of his scream scared you. You backed away slightly out of fear, the monstrous cry continued for what felt like an eternity before he abruptly stopped and turned to face you.

Silence occupies the room again, the only noise you could hear was your heavy breathing.

What the fuck was that?

He gives you a sweet smile before he pulls you towards him, cuddling into you, acting as if he didn't just let out a blood-curdling scream just seconds ago. You went still, just letting him cozy up against you.

You couldn't sleep well that night.

Is this how Yuta behaves in a relationship? It couldn't be, right? From your time with him, he was an absolute gentleman, a sweetheart who's always helped you out, so why is he suddenly going insane like this?

Did something trigger this?

Yuta left for work early the next day, you didn't have a shift today, so you were grateful that you could spend some time alone away from him.

Through, he left you a present on the couch, a note sticking to it.

‘To make up for last night.’ You thought it would be an apology gift, maybe he finally understood? It was probably something to cheer you up because of the way he behaved last night— is what you had assumed until you opened the box, but you immediately dropped it, letting it fall to the floor.

In the box were your used panties, torn at the base and covered in fresh cum. It was your favourite pair too. Why was he doing this to you?

You tried to take your mind off it, sleeping the entire day, too frustrated to deal with it. You regret getting into a relationship with Yuta. He was getting progressively worse. You decide to address the elephant in the room immediately after he came back home from his work.

You wake up to a phone call, and immediately pick up.

“Hello?” You speak, voice hoarse.

“Yo, [name], I just found out something insane.” You hear maki speak.

“Do you remember the slashes on your tires? I checked the cctv footage and holy fuck. I shared it with you. But Yuta was the one who slashed them.” You sit up immediately the minute you hear that.

You exit the call, opening the message she sent you and watching the video.

In the footage, Yuta loomed over your tire so scarily still before he started stabbing it like a madman, he made multiple punctures before he threw the knife away and went back to his car, standing there eerily, just waiting.

“This is so fucking crazy, I've never seen him act like that before.” You hear Maki's voice as your mind goes blank.

Just then you hear the front door open.

“I'll call you later, okay?” You tell her before hanging up. Yuta calls out your name before he spots you in your bed. He greets you before sitting down next to you and cuddling against you.

The revelation of the tire thing made you wonder, how he changed into such a deranged person overnight, because it wasn't like him to do so, and besides it was not a weekly progression like you had initially thought when he started behaving off, no, he had been deranged from the day.

The day since you made the wish.

“Yuta,” You call his name, he hums in response, looking at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

You pause for a brief moment, too shaken by this revelation.

You needed a break to figure this shit out.

“I think we need some space—”

“NO!” Yuta yells, screaming on the top of his lungs, recoiling away from you. “Why? Why? Why? What did I do? Did I upset you? I'm sorry I'll never do it again. Please don't say that.” He blabbled wildly, grabbing you by your shoulders. You were taken aback by his outburst, seeing him whine and hearing his voice distort as if he was glitching or recalibrating.

“The things you do— they're weird, it's almost like you're trying to scare me away.” You quickly add, getting it out of your system before he begins to make you feel bad.

“Why would I do that?” He asks, furrowing his brows. “I'm literally madly in love with you, why the fuck would I try to scare you away?” He declared and you went quiet.

“What?” You questioned, breathlessly, “Madly in love with me?” The familiar wording brought a sense of dread over you, as it slowly started clicking to you. That he has indeed been like this since the day you made the wish. You recalled all the moments from the past week, when all of a sudden he would snap out of something, questioning you if he had hurt you before behaving like his unusual self. He would sometimes apologize out of turn. And that one time when he was kissing you?— it felt like you were kissing two different people.

You think you broke him, unknowing of the actual truth on why he's snapping into different personas.

You stare at the man in front of you, his familiar face suddenly becoming unfamiliar as he shoots you a shy smile before he nods.

“Yes, I'm madly in love with you.” You could hear the tone drop in his voice as he gazed at you like he's high, drunk on love.

You slowly feel your surroundings blending together.

This was wrong, very wrong.

What have you done?

The wish was real.

His words just confirmed it, especially the specifics of it.

You just fucked him over.

You take a deep breath, trying to first focus on what to do. He reacted violently at the sheer mention of taking space, so you need to thread carefully. You slowly blink, giving him a smile.

“I'm glad.” You reply, trying to play it safe and he immediately hugs you tightly, forgetting the prior argument.

You cuddle him until he slowly drifts off, watching the man in front of you fall asleep as he takes small breaths, he must've been exhausted.

After making sure he's deep in his sleep, you quickly break free from his grasp, tip-toeing into your living room before searching for the box that the willow stick came in. You were glad you didn't throw it away. You grab your phone from the nightstand as well.

You immediately search for something that can be helpful, like a manufacturing address, customer helpline— which the later one you find, you don't waste any time, locking yourself in the bathroom as you call the number.

The phone rings for a couple of seconds before someone picks it up.

“Hello?” The monotonous voice of a guy on the other line breaks through, you take a deep breath.

“Uh hi, is this the one wish willow?” You ask, voice shaking.

“Yes.” The answer was short, followed by a silence, you purse your lips waiting for them to say anything else but they don't.

“So uh— I have something I'd like to request.”

“What is it?” The uninterested voice inquires you, you could hear their heavy breathing which set you off.

“I uh made a wish on accident, it was a crazy one— I snapped the willow on accident over it. And now there's a person suffering because of me, I think, I don't know if it's still real or not.” You mutter, biting your lip nervously.

“Just because it was an accident, doesn't make it any less real. It's real.” You hear the confirmation that makes your gut drop.

“I want to cancel it. Please, he isn't like himself and is acting very weirdly because of me. I want him to be free. He's suffering because of a wish I made by accident.” You ramble on, panic coating your voice.

“I'm afraid it isn't possible, a wish cannot be reversed once it has been made.” The representative replies, which makes you want to break into sobs.

“So he'll be like this forever?” You tighten the grip on your phone.

“Well… yes, as long as you're alive.”

The bathroom stills for a moment.

Your brain processes what he just said.

The implication was as clear as day.

You need to die for him to be free.

Before you could ask any further questions, the bathroom door slams open, the hinges flying off, and the door opening with a brute force that almost made it break in half, Yuta steps in slowly.

You panic and hang up, immediately getting on guard as he walks in.

“Yuta what the fuck?” You question, horrified at what he had done.

He quickly rushes over to you.

“Who were you talking to? Are you cheating on me?” His face contorts into rage, you shake your head really quickly.

“No, no, it was just Maki.” You lie, which makes him tilt his head in disbelief.

“I heard a man’s voice.” He replies before he dips down, grabbing you by your legs before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you out the bathroom.

Yuta takes you over to your bedroom before throwing you on the bed. He pries the phone away from your hand, you quickly press the home button to turn the screen off before he can access it.

“What's the password?” He asks before he turns the phone towards you, luckily you had face recognition off.

You remain quiet not telling him anything.

“So you are cheating on me.” His voice breaks as he drops your phone to the ground and climbs up the bed, grabbing you by your shoulders.

“Why? Why? Why? Why? Am I not enough?” He chants, gripping your shoulders tight, all while you could only stare at him with a scared expression.

He starts to sob.

“I love you so much, yet you do this to me, is that why you don't let me touch you? Because you're fucking some other guy?” Your mouth slightly parts in shock from the baseless accusations he was throwing at you.

Yuta never left you alone for you to have a secret rendezvous of any sorts, you couldn't even hang out with your friends without him joining, so he isn't making any sense throwing around these claims.

It genuinely offended you when he accused you of cheating on him.

“Yuta— listen to me, no I'm not cheating on you. How can you even assume that? You're always around me 24/7! You know damn well I would never cheat on you.” You argue back.

“Then why won't you let me fuck you?”

What?

His voice went flat as he stopped sobbing when he uttered those words, his expression shifting from a sad one to a blank yet serious one, he looked at you with his sunken eyes, something dark clouding in them.

You're appalled by that question. You blink rapidly and let out a huff of confusion.

“Tell me,” He shakes you “Why can't I fuck you? You always reject my advances. Do you hate me? I love you, I want to do everything couples do, but you don't let me.” His lips tremble slightly.

“Because— it has only been a week, it's too early, I wasn't ready.” You tell him truthfully. “We already talked about this.” You remind him.

“Why does time matter? If you truly loved me you would let me do it. I don't want you think I'm just here for your body— I love all of you, but fuck,” He takes a deep breath “I want to merge my soul with yours.” He whispers that last part.

You wanted to push him off, scream that he doesn't actually love you but were forced by your own accident. You wanted to tell him, but you hesitate, wondering if it will escalate the situation.

“And the only thing closest to the feeling is to be buried inside you, our bodies pressed together, I want access to your deepest parts, because I fucking love you.” He adds.

He drops his face, his head resting on your shoulder as his tight grip loosens.

“You don't love me, Yuta.” You declare, deciding to just say it. “You're forced to. I'm sorry.” He raises his head, letting out a breath of disbelief before shaking his head.

“No, I love you, I love you, I love you so so so much [name]. I really do. Why would you say that? That hurts me.” He insisted, grip tightening in a painful vice.

“I know you do. But Yuta doesn't, Yuta would never do this. Yuta doesn't love me.” Tears well up in your eyes as you feel the guilt in your heart swell up, everything finally crashing onto you know. “I'm a fool. I should've noticed. Why did I just go along without questioning it?” You sniff, tears falling down your cheeks, staring at the man in front of you, who had an expression of confusion plastered across his face.

“What are you talking about? I am Yuta, I love you.” He replies and you shake your head, denying him.

“You are not Yuta.” You affirm.

“Yes I am.” He corrects you.

“No you're not.”

“I am.”

“You are not—”

“I TOLD you I am Yuta!” He screams loudly as his hand suddenly grabs you by your throat, squeezing it. He tightened his grip brutally before you could react. You try prying his hand off your throat since he was choking you so hard to the point you began seeing spots in your vision, slowly becoming unable to breathe.

You land small hits on his arm, struggling to break free. “Y-yuta.. stop.” You choke out, gasping for air as he looks at you, his eyes short wide with a darkness in them that mirrored a void as he continues to squeeze your throat further and tug your face close to his, you swore you saw a psychotic glint in his eyes for a brief moment.

But then it shifts, panic flooding his irises.

“Wait, what the fuck? What the fuck?” He repeated in shock, eyes shooting wide as he withdrew his hand immediately as if he snapped out of something, scrambling back in fear and falling off the bed.

You cough up a few breaths, rubbing your chest as you take in the air.

“Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. Are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I would never do that. I love you. I really do. I would never hurt you. I just can't get back—” He freaks out, eyeballs shaking as he trembles, rambling off on his own, he's staring at his trembling hands in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he had done— before he blinks, and stops trembling. An eerie calm washes over him again when he lifts his gaze to meet yours. He looks at you for a moment tilting his head sideways.

He climbs back into the bed again. “I love you so much.” He whispers, grabbing your face with his hands gently, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as you stare at him traumatized.

You were seconds away from breaking down.

Yuta pulls you into a hug, caressing the back of your head, you didn't know he would break this badly, you genuinely wonder if there was no other way to bring him back to normal. You were pretty sure the spell was beginning to cloud his logical judgement as well.

Though it was far from the truth, you began believing in it.

Yuta's voice breaks you away from your thoughts.

“I-I feel like you don't love me as much as I do.” He stutters breathlessly. “Am I just some decision you made on a whim? Did you really want to date me? Do you even love me?”

The question causes your brain to recall the words that the one wish willow representative uttered.

‘Just because it was an accident doesn't make it any less real.’

You pull away from the hug, staring into Yuta's eyes, noticing the pain in them. He was the one suffering the consequences of your actions.

This yuta loves you a lot, he was altered just to love you, madly.

You have a moral obligation to be there for him, whether you want it or not.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for saying that you don't love me.” You apologize to him, acknowledging that this Yuta's love is real, and that it definitely hurt him when you uttered the earlier words, he looks at you, expression softening as he caresses your cheeks.

“It's okay.” The corners of his mouth lift up.

He closes the distance between you suddenly, pressing his lips against yours. You were caught off guard by him as you tried to push him away, but he didn't budge, instead his hands snake around you and pull you closer.

He pushes you down on the bed, your back hits the mattress and you're pressed to it by his weight as he gets on top of you. You try to move your head and break away from the kiss, but he refuses to let go and resorts to biting your lip to prevent you from turning your face away.

It hurts so you just let him continue kissing you and hoping he'd be done with just that.

But then you feel his hand tug on your bottoms, making you snap your eyes open.

You grab his wrist trying to prevent him from pulling them down, but he yanks away your hand, breaking free from it and immediately ripping them apart, you whine, trying to wiggle underneath him while he's still kissing you.

You feel the cool hit you down there, as he tears the fabric and throws it to the side, his hand cupping your cunt. You use both your hands to grab him now, yet he still doesn't let go.

He makes some space, plopping onto the side to make it more comfortable and accessible, but you use that to scoot away, only for him to drag you and hold you in place.

He breaks the kiss, “Stop.” He had the audacity to warn you. But before you could say anything, he captures your lips again, preventing you from speaking. He suckles on your bottom lip before licking it and pushing his tongue inside you.

Regardless of his warning, you grip tightly onto his wrist but it isn't enough to stop. You let out an involuntary gasp when you feel his cool finger dip between your pads and into your folds, your grip falters.

Yuta pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath, pressing his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes. He was panting heavily while looking at you, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit.

“Please, I need this.” He whimpers, his voice shaking like he was recovering from a high. You try to speak but you can only let out a small squeak when you feel his finger prod at your entrance.

He's scooping the wetness that was leaking from down there, bringing it upwards to your clit before rubbing it slowly, he repeated the movements like he was under a spell, coating your folds with your wetness.

“You also need this.” He gently kisses your forehead as if he's trying to hypnotise you, now fully focusing on massaging your bundle of nerves to disrupt your thinking process.

You feel arousal rise in between your legs, you bite your lip, trying to fight the feeling but the stimulation followed by Yuta peppering kisses along your jaw makes your brain melt. You need to push him off, especially when you know he's not in control of his body, what if Yuta doesn't want this? You were about to move away but then you felt Yuta's finger dip downwards, his pauses at your entrance for a second before he slowly pushes his finger in. You let out a sigh at the sensation, his warm digit slipped in and out slowly, stretching you out patiently before he inserted another finger.

Your cunt contracted around his digits as if it's trying to suck him in completely, Yuta's mouth parts open in awe as he stares downwards and feels the way your walls are gripping his fingers. He bites his lip, wondering how tightly you'll cling on to his cock if he was inside you.

He pumps his fingers with precision and technique, fingers pressing to your upper wall, maintaining the pace all while trying to feel the one spot that should elicit a reaction out of you.

All while he's searching for that, he presses his thumb against your clit, applying pressure on it simultaneously. You almost see stars when he does so. You felt yourself burn with desire, mind becoming cloudy as Yuta slowly peeled away the layers of your resistance.

He used his free hand to push up your top, fondling your breasts through the bra before he pulled it down. Your nipples pebbled up naturally when they met the cool air of the night, his soft thumb grazed over them, toying and playing with your nipples as if they were his entertainment.

He tugged on one of your nipples before twisting it gently— causing you to shiver visibly.

Why was his touch so addictive?

You wanted to pull yourself out of it, but you couldn't, not when his fingers were thrusting in and out of you, not when he's toying with your nipples, and especially not when he finally finds your sweet spot, that caused you to let out a choked gasp.

You whined, throwing your head back in pleasure as his fingers repeatedly hit your g-spot. You felt your entire body getting even more hotter than before, hands gripping the sheets below in anticipation.

Yuta observed your reaction with a smirk on his face, loving every second of it as he maintained the steady rhythm, now precisely hitting your sensitive spot with a lot of accuracy.

Your high toppled over unexpectedly due to Yuta's consistent effort, causing your body to convulse as your walls clenched around him, shuddering around his finger while you moaned, arching your back while you almost went blind. You heaved in a heavy breath.

The bliss of your orgasm settled over you, you watched Yuta pull his fingers out before slowly giving them a lick, closing his eyes in pleasure as he tasted your tangy essence, he sucked on his own fingers like his life depended on it.

He lets his fingers go with a wet ‘pop’ before he looks at you.

The cloud of bliss quickly fades when the clarity settles in much harder after your orgasm, the reality of what just happened. You shoot up from the bed, trying to push him away and escape him but he grabs your wrist before you could fully leave and pushes you back down again, pinning you to the bed.

“Where are you escaping to, huh?” He questions, holding you down tightly as you struggle underneath.

“Yuta, We can't do this!” You protest, twisting your wrists to try and escape his grasp.

“Why not? Is having sex with me that disgusting in your perspective?” He grips you tighter.

You don't know how you can ever explain it to him, the outburst from earlier made you fear for your life.

And it's all your fault.

Yuta’s freed your wrists before he's tearing at your bra, trying to get you fully naked in front of him, he grabs it really roughly before yanking it away.

You try to use your legs to kick him off, but Yuta straddles them, using his weight to pin you down and prevent you from escaping him, meanwhile he too undresses. He grabs the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head as he takes it off himself. Leaving him topless in front of you.

He presses you down with one of his hands while he gets off your legs in order to take his pants off before quickly assuming the same position again.

“Always wanted to embrace you like this.” He whispers before he lays on top of you, pulling you flush against him, he buries his face in your neck while he feels every part of him make contact with you. He sighs into your ear.

“You're so warm.”

You struggle beneath his weight.

He pushes one knee between your legs, using it to force your leg to the side as settles himself down between your legs. You go completely still when you feel his bare crotch rub against yours.

You feel his crotch press up against you, squishing against your cunt while his stiff cock twitches at your lower abdomen, and then he begins to move— pressing and rubbing himself against you, his satisfactory sighs feel warm against your ear while he humps you like an animal.

He reels himself to his knees, sitting back as he holds your legs open, admiring the front view before he lifts off slightly, grabbing the underside of your thigh before pushing your leg towards your chest as he lines himself against your entrance.

There is a humming ache in your thighs at the position, sending prickling tingles throughout your entire leg as it stretches uncomfortably. You feel his tip press against your hole before he leans forward, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he places his hands next to your head.

His cock slowly inches in, pushing into you in a controlled manner, your cunt welcomes him, the orgasm from earlier and wetness aiding him with a struggle-free entry.

You see him visibly shiver as he stares at you from above, biting his lip.

“Awh, fuck baby,” He curses, shutting his eyes close as he bottoms out.

You lay there, just staring at him now, the fight has left your body as you just accepted your fate, struggling was futile and only exhausted you out— besides, Yuta already made up his mind.

He opened his eyes again, the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly as he shot you a gentle smile. He withdrew his hips slowly before he thrust with a harsh force that made you wince.

His lips parted in awe at the sensation as he set the pace, ramming his dick in and out of you. He quickly grabbed a hold of your hands once again, intertwining yours with his as he moaned.

“Been wanting to do this— hah, for a while now.” He speaks, panting as he moves from above. “Do you know how many nights I spent beating my cock to the thought of you?” He grunts, staring at you from above.

“Many, I wanted to make a move but I was too fucking scared, but I'm glad you're mine now. I'm so glad I could finally do this to you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You furrow your brows in both confusion and pleasure, wondering if it is Yuta's true memories speaking or the deluded ones this version made up.

If it was the actual Yuta you were with right now— you'd be blushing at those words. And that Yuta would never force you to have sex with him and would wait until you were ready to do it. He wouldn't torment you every day by doing creepy things.

But it wasn't him.

The person above you, doing this to you isn't him.

This is why you wanted to avoid it after the phone call, but ultimately failed. Yuta was not the one in control of his own autonomy and by extension, sex with you would also be something he probably wouldn't want at the moment.

“I wanted this so badly, craved it everyday I was with you. I love you so much.” He whispers, casting the air of warm breath.

‘No you don't.’ You wanted to reply.

But then another realisation hit you, that made your gut churn with even more guilt.

The assumption that Yuta did not want this made you realise that he probably doesn't want to force himself on you either. This entire situation is happening because of the wish.

You stare up at Yuta's blissed out expression as you feel him invade your walls, mind spinning when you realise what your actions were making him do to you.

Everything was your fault.

You made him do this to you— even if it was an accident, the consequences were very real.

Your thoughts only spiral further as you continue to stare at him but then they come to an abrupt end when he hits brushes against your sweet spot, it makes you gasp, your body slowly gets hotter and hotter as heat and arousal travels all across it. You shouldn't be feeling this way, especially with the way your emotions are all over the place. But you had no control over any of the reactions.

What made it worse is the fact that your conscious and subconscious are fighting, one accepting it and the other one making you feel guilty.

And the way he's rocking above you, hair all disheveled while he's gasping and letting out soft moans as he's completely losing himself in you made the dilemma worse.

The bed creaks with a rhythm, filling the gap in between Yuta’s moans with a squeak. The headboard slams into the wall, hard thuds echoing in the room.

You were sure it might leave a dent.

You tighten your lips, pressing them into a line to prevent the also lewd noises from escaping you, a form of resistance especially with the way he made you feel.

His tip smooched your cervix with every thrust, and it just dawned on you how big he was.

Yuta narrows his eyes, letting out a disappointed sigh when he catches you holding back your moans, one of his hands comes up to your face, thumb tugging on your chin to free your lips that you pressed together.

And when he does free them, he caresses your lips, pushing a thumb between them, making you open your mouth.

“Let me hear you.” He mutters.

But you only cry, feeling the guilt crashing down on you with immense pressure that suffocated you. The constant voice in the back of your brain telling you that it's your fault, blaming yourself for the wish you made, and the way Yuta was looking at you so lovingly from above was the final straw, especially when you convinced yourself that he didn't want it.

Yuta is taken aback by your cries, but he doesn't stop, but instead only changes his pace into a slower one while hushing you.

“Shh, it's okay. It's too big right? It won't hurt once you get used to me.” He caresses your cheek, believing the cause of your crying to be all because he's too big.

You couldn't respond properly.

“I'll be gentle, okay? See, I've slowed my pace. It won't hurt, baby. I don't want to hurt you.” His gaze softened.

“Just don't deny me okay? It hurts when you do that. I promise it'll get better eventually. I cannot live without you. Please don't tell me you don't want this again.” His voice shakes with emotion, turmoil forming in his eyes at just the thought of you rejecting him. It made you feel like a criminal of some sort.

You had every right to reject him, it's a fundamental right. But the Yuta you wished for doesn't know anything and doesn't care for it cause all he knows is to love you, albeit in his own selfish way. And you can never truly place the blame on one person in this situation, knowing you were just as guilty, if not more guilty than Yuta because you were the cause of this.

Your hand reaches up to him, thumb gently touching his cheek as you trace his cheekbone.

“I'm sorry. It's all my fault.” You apologize.

Yuta looks at you in confusion but leans into your touch.

But he stops.

He stops moving his hips, and the trembling gaze returns again as he stares at you beneath him, taking in the way your hair was splayed all across the pillow and the way tears were streaming down your face as you looked at him with sadness.

He tries to pull out from you in a panic, but your cunt clenches around him at that exact moment that causes him to collapse onto his elbows as he buries his face in your neck.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” He chants as he begins to move his hips again, his moans becoming louder than before. “I don't want to do this to you— but I can't pull out— no won't let me pull out.” He croaks.

“Please tell me you want this. Please. I want you too. I want you so bad.” He cries while bucking against you.

You wrap your arounds around his shoulder, embracing him.

Your heart couldn't bear to watch him break like this constantly, overwhelmed by emotions due to your carelessness.

“I want this.” You softly whisper, caressing the back of his head.

You feel him press a soft kiss to your neck.

“I want you to remember, even if I'm like this. I do indeed love you. I want this. I want to fuck you. But I want you to want me too. It might not be me, but I love you.” His shoulders soften as he melts into you.

You pause.

“What? What do you mean it might not be you?” You voiced with concern, which made Yuta pull himself back onto his arms again, looking at you directly. He opens his mouth to speak, but you see his face visibly change. It suddenly became more uncanny.

He doesn't elaborate further and instead leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss as if he was mad at something. He moves them with such fervor and hunger that it's hard to keep up. His tongue slips into your mouth easily while his hand roams all over your body, groping your tits really roughly.

His pace changes too, now becoming more rough and faster as you cling onto him, hands placed on his firm shoulders as you try to process what he meant.

But it's difficult to do so when he's rocking you up and down and kissing you really roughly.

“Mhm fuck, I love you.” He rasped against your lips before kissing you again.

You too were letting out noises now, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against one another fills up the room, followed by the way you're both now gasping and moaning, his dick drove you crazy, making you forget any prior thoughts you had.

You felt your lower abdomen tighten as you concentrated on it, the way his cock is hitting every inch inside you, his hands on your tits and his intoxicating kiss and the desire to come undone clouded your judgement.

And then it snapped, the tight knot in your stomach split, sending pleasure signals across your body as the endorphin and serotonin released from your brain, causing you to get lost in the moment as you held Yuta tightly against you.

Yuta grunted at the way he felt your pussy contract around him, he broke the kiss and trailed multiple smooches down your neck as his hips faltered as well, unable to hold himself back anymore.

He almost collapsed on top of you when his orgasm hit him, but he held himself up as he pushed his cock deeper before he went completely still, his hips bucked lightly as his cock released his semen so deep inside you.

It splattered all over inside you and directly against your cervix, drenching it in his spend as he came a lot.

You felt your cunt ache from overstimulation, since you just came back to back.

Yuta slowly pulls out, his cock becoming flaccid all while you feel his cum leak from inside you. He topples over to the side, falling onto the pillow with a satisfied hum as he catches his breath.

“That was amazing.” He says before turning to face you, softly caressing your cheek as his hand travels downwards towards your chest, he passes by it and instead stops at your waist. He wraps his arm around, pulling you closer by it.

He rests his head on your shoulder after giving a kiss to you. Exhaustion overwhelms him and he slowly drifts off.

You, however, are wide awake.

You swallow the lump in your throat as you stare at the ceiling, minutes pass by with thoughts clouding your brain again.

You unwrap his arms from around you, slowly getting up and grabbing clothes from the closet before putting them on, being careful not to make a noise in order to not wake him up.

This is the second time you'd be sneaking out, you hope he doesn't wake up like the last time.

‘As long as you're alive.’

You hear those words again.

You make up your mind, feeling way too guilty after what happened and turn to leave the room.

“[Name].”

You still.

You slowly turn on your feet, facing Yuta, expecting him to be awake and bombard you with questions about where you're going.

But you're taken aback when you see him laying there, still asleep.

Did you mishear him?

“[Name], it's me, Yuta.” Your eyes widened, not knowing if this was just him playing tricks or actually the real Yuta who finally broke through.

You teared up at the realisation that he was probably still in there, just unable to get his body back.

“Yuta? Is it actually you? Yuta? Please, I'm so sorry.” You whisper, voice shaking with emotion.

“Yes, it's me. I don't know what happened to me, I can't get back my control, and I'm putting you through hell.” His voice wavers “I didn't mean to force you into it. I'm sorry.” He apologizes.

“I know, Yuta.” You reply softly. “It's all my fault, I didn't think the wish was real.”

“What do you mean? What wish?” He asks.

You tell him everything that happened, from how you got the one wish willow, to how you accidentally broke it, and how you didn't believe it at first but now fully do, because the situation currently is the proof of it being real.

Yuta went quiet, you panicked, thinking he lost control.

“You didn't know. It's okay.” He answered after a while, you shook your head.

“No, no, it doesn't matter if I didn't know. I should've been more careful. I wished for a cursed thing.”

Yuta goes quiet again after that, he just hummed.

“But I still love you.” He breaks the silence.

“I tried so hard to snap back, I even did it multiple times but I cannot gain full control— maybe if I resist harder, I can break out of it.” He speaks.

“You were able to snap back?” You question, unaware that it was actually happening. But then it made sense, the brief moments where Yuta's expression would be of panic, and how sometimes he behaved way too differently. You thought the split personality was just him being weird due to the wish.

But no, it was the real Yuta snapping in and out.

“Yes, I think I'll gain full control back if i—”

“No you cannot.” You cut him off, swallowing a lump in your throat.

“You're under a spell out by me Yuta, you cannot undo it. Unless…” You trail off, wondering if it's something you should tell him.

“Unless?” His voice asks back.

“You cannot return back as long as I am alive.”

The room goes still, like it was holding its breath at the revelation. Yuta doesn't say anything for a long time, but he could sense something was off.

“Where are you headed off to?” He suddenly questions, too concerned about you than himself.

“I'm going out for a walk.” You lie, quickly turning on your heel and taking steps out of the bedroom.

“No, no, no, [name]. Get back here, no there might be another way. Please don't do that to yourself. Please, please. I cannot lose you. Please.” Yuta pleads, immediately seeing through your lie. He cannot move, because the other version Yuta was still asleep so he can only plead.

You lock the bedroom door, muffling his pleas that made you more guilty before you went inside your bathroom.

You looked at the broken bathroom door for a moment before stepping further inside and searching the cabinets for your grandma's medicine. You grew frustrated each minute, looking at the labels for all the bottles she had, desperately searching for the one you needed.

Then you heard a loud bang against your bedroom door, the door rattling and shaking as you heard Yuta's monstrous screams.

Your hands shook as adrenaline pumped through you, you scanned the shelves quickly before finding what you wanted and grabbing the bottle.

You needed to be quick.

You struggled with opening the cap, wondering why it was tightened so much, and your hands being shaky didn't help in the slightest either.

Just then, the bedroom door breaks open, and at the same time, the bottle pops open. You quickly collect a bunch of them, emptying the bottle into your hand just as Yuta spotted your silhouette in the bathroom and he ran towards you in a frenzy.

You tried to be quicker, to make sure you ingest the pills but Yuta reaches you by then, grabbing your hand before you could put the pills in your mouth and twisting it away from your face cruelly.

You wince in pain, hand reflexively letting go of the pills, they drop to the floor and scatter everywhere. His grip on your wrist was painful, fingers digging into your flesh as he looked at you with what you could describe as sheer disappointment with a touch of insanity.

He tugged you out of the bathroom, dragging you out forcefully as you tried to stay planted, you hissed feeling his nails bite into your skin, tears forming in your eyes at the pain.

He uses force and yanks you to the front before letting you go, you stumble forward and lose your balance, falling to the floor with a thud right in front of him.

He kneels down grabbing you by your face.

“Is being with me that horrible?” He asked. “Tell me, please tell me what I can do to fix it. Just don't resort to this, we'll find another way to fix everything okay?.” He squeezed your face, mushing your cheeks together.

“You cannot leave me like this, not when I finally fucking have you.” He grit his teeth.

“I don't mind being stuck—” He then abruptly stops.

And then,

He yawns all of a sudden, blinking his eyes slowly.

“Baby? What happened? Why are you on the floor?” His pupils became blown out as his eyes widened slowly as if he just woke up, he looked around, assessing the situation and realising you were a complete mess before he quickly picked you up, before taking you back into your bedroom.

What is going on?

“How did we end up on the floor but are you okay? Was I sleep walking?” He asked you, gently placing you down on the bed.

“Yuta?” You question, your mind too confused to understand what was happening, is this the real Yuta currently speaking to you?

“Mhm?” He looked at you, waiting for you to speak.

“Nothing.” You cut the conversation short.

Yuta tucks you into bed, wrapping his arms extremely tightly around you this time, to make sure there is no chance of you leaving. He falls back asleep, as if nothing happened.

As if he couldn't recall anything.

Your eyes close on their own as your body enters a state of tiredness, your fight or flight state calming down but also taking your energy with it. You shut your eyes.

“I don't mind being stuck like this forever if it means I can have you.”

You catch Yuta's voice right before you fall deep into your slumber.

❀❀❀❀❀

You wake up feeling horrible the next day, feeling more tired and exhausted rather than relaxed. Your body felt stiff as you tried to move, muscles aching as they contracted. You stared to the side where Yuta should be, but it was empty, just a dent left behind from where he slept. You quickly get up, recalling everything from last night.

It didn't feel real at all.

The fact that Yuta was still in there?

You needed to break him out and save him.

You get up off your bed, noticing that the broken door of the bedroom had been completely removed, same with the bathroom door.

You sighed, realising you might need to call someone to fix it later.

But for now, your focus is on Yuta.

You take baby steps into the living room, you see Yuta there, sitting on the sofa and watching the TV, he also had two plates on the table in front of it. He spots you and gives you a quick smile.

“Come, I made breakfast.” He urges you, which you awkwardly obey.

You hated this.

The way he pretends everything is normal while you're left with a heavy feeling in your chest.

You sit on the sofa next to him and grab your plate, you scan for weird translucent and sticky stuff before deciding it is safe to eat. Yuta chuckles at your behavior.

“Don't worry, I didn't cum in it. I don't need to anymore.” He blushes, recalling the events of last night. You look away, feeling self conscious for some reason.

You began consuming the said breakfast while trying to watch the show, but you couldn't focus due to Yuta's intense staring in your direction.

You needed to get the original Yuta back, you can't have him suffer like this anymore. You finish your breakfast quickly and get up to put the plates away.

Yuta continues to watch you, not taking his eyes off you as come back from the kitchen and then you go into your bedroom, searching for the phone Yuta discarded. You found it on the floor, you quickly grabbed it, unlocked it, and opened a search engine to try and see where you could get more one wish willows.

You quickly make your way into the living room, Yuta still sitting on the sofa and continuing to stare at you as you approach him.

“Yuta— I'll be going out. I'll be quick okay?” You tell him.

“Let me come with you.” He gets up, stepping forward.

“No. Just stay home okay? Don't go anywhere, or else I'll be really uh— mad.” You cut him off, pushing him back down onto the sofa.

He pouts, eyes glistening with tears as he holds your wrists. “Okay… Please don't be mad at me.” He replies, voice all down and sad. You nod, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to forehead to pass it off as something genuine, so he doesn't go batshit insane like last night.

“I love you, okay? I love you a lot.” You affirm, staring into his eyes, he looks away feeling shy, blood rushing to his cheeks at your affection.

“I love you too.” He murmurs back before looking up at you again, giving you a small smile.

“I'll go now, see ya.” You step back, waving a goodbye to which he returns the gesture.

You quickly step outside, hurrying to your car as you enter the location of the shop the search engine showed you.

The drive there felt like hours even though it was just a few minutes away, your mind was occupied with events of last night and every situation that led to this.

Why did you even say such a thing out loud back then? Especially when you didn't fully know if it would work? You shouldn't have picked the thing the stranger dropped, you should've thrown it away, you shouldn't have gone to the bar that night—

Your mind spirals, scattering everywhere as it comes up with multiple scenarios that could've prevented this, everything seemed like your fault.

You felt a sense of doom when you reached the occult shop, you quickly parked your car and rushed into the shop, going up to the cashier in a panic.

“Uh hey, hi, do you have the one wish willows here? you know? the kind you snap?” You ask in a hurry and he looks confused which makes you panic, thinking they might not have it.

If they don't have it here, you’d have to go to another shop which is an hour drive from where you were, you were scared what Yuta might do if he sees that you're gone for longer than necessary.

“Oh yeah, there's one left. Right over here.” He points to the side, showing the display that had them.

You let out a sigh of relief before grabbing it and paying for it. You quickly open it, a melody breaking through the air, the same one that played on that night, now it seemed more haunting.

“I wish for my previous wish to be undone.” You say out loud before you try to break it.

But it doesn't snap, you use more force, but it still doesn't break.

The cashier looks at you for a moment.

“You can only make one wish.” He says, eyes flickering between the willow and you.

You hand it over to him when you quickly register what he said.

“Can you break it for me? I found myself in such a shitty situation, I think I've ruined a person— just repeat after me please, I need to save him.” You nudge the willow to him, he shakes his head.

“I can't, I already made my wish.” He says regretfully.

Fuck.

You let out an annoyed sigh before you take the willow back and leave the shop in a hurry.

You need to find someone who can undo this wish.

Maki? No, you cannot face her like this.

And then, an idea enters your mind.

You could pay a stranger to do it.

You look around trying to find a stranger who could make the wish for you, before you quickly spot one. You rush up to the lady.

“Hi, excuse me— can you take this and repeat after me and then break it? I'll give you 100 bucks if you do it. Please.” You request, the stranger looks taken aback and distrustful at first but then you mention the money to which her eyes light up, she quickly grabs the stick.

“I don't know what this is, but money is money. You better keep your promise, I hope this isn't some voodoo shit.” She narrows her eyes. “Go ahead, tell me what I'm supposed to repeat.”

Your eyes light up.

“Just say, ‘I wish for [full name]’s wish to be undone and everything to return to normal.’ Okay?” You blink, swallowing a lump in your throat.

She nods, repeating after you and snapping the willow.

You stay there for a few moments, hoping that everything is reversed now, the only way to confirm it is to go home and check.

“Where's the money?” The lady makes you snap out, you nod, quickly sending her 100 bucks digitally. She gives you a satisfied smile before she waves a goodbye.

You get back in your car and drive home, thinking about how you're going to apologize to Yuta for causing all this.

You were so thankful you had the thought of buying another one wish willow and undoing the wish— though you couldn't do it yourself, it still would've undid everything, right?

You reach your house after a few minutes, you lock your car before rushing into your house, only to see Yuta still sitting in the same spot, watching TV. He lights up when he sees you.

“Where did you go?” He asks, tilting his head to the side before he gets up and walks over to you and pulls into a hug.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I missed you.” He whispers, warm breath cascading down your neck.

You are frozen, mind reeling as you question the situation. You pull away from the hug wondering if anything changed.

“Yuta, how do you feel?” You inquire, doubt clouding your mind.

But he lifts you up all of a sudden, throwing you over his shoulder as he takes you to the bedroom.

“Free.” He replies after he settles you down on the bed.

“I-i finally have control of my body now.” He adds, “What did you do?” He questions, climbing up the bed, you back away slowly.

“Well, it doesn't matter now. Sorry you had to see that side of me. It seemed like my restraints completely broke free because of the wish you made, and I couldn't control them enough to not scare you. But don't worry, I'll be in control now.” Your eyes widen when you see the same psychotic smile etched onto his face.

What?

“Don't worry, everything will be okay now, my love. I'm so thankful you made that wish, like I said before— you didn't have to bring me back, I wouldn't mind staying stuck if it means you won't leave me.” He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“But I understand, the side of me without any restraint can be too much to handle. I'll be careful.” He smooches your eyes. “I don't want to hurt you in the process, you know?”

“Anyway I'm glad, it's finally my turn now.” He whispers before pressing his lips against yours and pushing you into the mattress.

“I can't wait to love you like you deserve. You'll forgive me right? Please? I love you, I promise not to hurt you or put you through emotional turmoil this time.” He mutters staring into your eyes with a lot of love pouring from him, you brain could barely form any thought at his words, at the reveal that everything you experienced was a personality of his without any restraints.

What the actual fuck?

Yuta was madly in love with you since the beginning, your wish— was just a mere catalyst.

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