Warnings: My intentions towards this was to make a yandere-style smut fic. It ended up just being a really, really possesive and slightly obsessive Jeonghan. Everything is perfectly consensual. Read it if you’d like, I just wanted to try my hand at writing something yandere.
Jeonghan watched carefully as you worked with Soonyoung. He watched as your body moved according to Soonyoung’s counts, carefully but confidently hitting each move. Your feet hit the ground with each shift of your body, your arms straightening themselves as they shifted slightly off center. As always Jeonghan was mesmerized by you.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you graced the dance floor. He couldn’t help but watch your chest heave as you struggled to keep up with the speed of the counts and Soonyoung’s expectations.
He didn’t really understand why you seemed so nervous; you were doing perfect. Even though he could tell you were anxious you weren’t showing it. Your movements were clean, your face changing as you moved to show off your charming personality. Once you hit the final move even though you were breathing heavily you seemed to have been barely affected by the toll of the dance.
You bounced slightly on the balls of your feet, looking at Soonyoung with wide eyes.
“Well?!”
Soonyoung stared back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was going to give you some heavy notes. Soonyoung wasn’t often serious, but everyone knew that when he was it was about dancing, and he wasn’t going to go easy on you. Still, you didn’t seem nervous.
“You know what I’m going to say,” Soonyoung commented. You visibly rolled your eyes.
“Sloppy footwork, my arms were off-center multiple times, and my energy on the third set of counts is lackluster,” you admitted.
Jeonghan didn’t think any of that was necessarily true. As hard as Soonyoung was on trainees, you matched being hard on yourself. You and Soonyoung saw different things from the way that people danced then most did. You two were highly critical. Complete perfectionists.
Jeonghan thought you had done the dance perfectly, and you were doing it so well months before you were even going to debut it.
It was impressive, to say the least.
And yet even as hard as Soonyoung was on you, he was about the only man that Jeonghan trusted you around. Most men stared at you wrong. Every single trainee in this room had their eyes on you. All of them watching you like you were some piece of meat, like they had any right to put their filthy eyes on you.
But Soonyoung was okay, he saw you professionally, as a trainee that he was on the same or at least a similar skill level with, not as someone that he could sleep with.
“You did amazing,” Soonyoung said, his hard look breaking into a smile. You squealed, wrapping your arms around Soonyoung’s neck in a hug.
Jeonghan just barely trusted Soonyoung with you.
He hated how touchy you were, albeit you were like that with almost everyone. So quick to hug someone or grab someone’s hand or put your head on their shoulder.
Jeonghan knew that you didn’t see anyone in any way resembling that of attraction. Not anyone other than Jeonghan that was. You were loyal, unbelievably so. At the end of the day, it would be Jeonghan you went home with, not any of these other trainees or Soonyoung with his filthy hands. It would be Jeonghan, and you would go home with him, and he would get to touch you and take care of you and support you.
But here, here Jeonghan had to be content with sharing.
“Seriously, you were absolutely amazing!” Jinwoo said, coming closer to you and Soonyoung. You peeled yourself off of Soonyoung and brushed your hair shyly behind your ear.
“You really think so? It really could use some work,” you admitted.
Jeonghan loved how shy you got when it came to talking about how talented you were. While Jinwoo was surely only looking to fuck you, he was right. You were absolutely amazing. You always were. You never ceased to amaze Jeonghan with how perfectly you did everything.
He would say that he was lucky you were his, but that wasn’t necessarily true, you two were destined to be together. You were his after all, and he was yours. You were bound to meet and be together at some point.
“No, you were absolutely amazing, you are so amazing.”
Jinwoo couldn’t even begin to understand how right he truly was.
Jeonghan got up from where he was seated and wandered over to Jinwoo, Soonyoung, and you. You must have felt him approaching because you glanced over your shoulder and caught his eyes from a little away. Once you both made eye contact a smile broke out on your face.
“Did you see? Soonyoung said I did well!” You exclaimed like a child. You ran over and hugged Jeonghan similarly to how you had just hugged Soonyoung, making a shot of pride run through his body. Jeonghan wrapped his arms around you and made a show of spinning you before putting you back on the ground.
“You did do well,” Jeonghan assured softly. “Not that such a thing is ever in question when it comes to you.”
Jeonghan watched as your cheeks pinkened, something that they had failed to do when talking to the other boys. Jeonghan liked that about you. You wore your heart on your sleeve, if you were feeling any sort of an emotion, it was quite easy to tell, and as such it was easy for everyone to tell exactly who you were devoted to.
“That’s it for you today, right? That’s all the practice you need?” Jeonghan asked. You nodded and so he smiled. “Why don’t we go out then. I’ll buy you some bibimbap for your hard work.”
Jeonghan didn’t even have to say more.
Jeonghan didn’t like taking you out. Whenever you two went out people looked at you. It was like they could tell you were a trainee. They all wanted to talk to you and brush their fingers against your arm and take pictures with you.
Jeonghan hated it, he hated that those people thought that they could just talk to you. He hated when people didn’t recognize that you were his.
That being said, Jeonghan sent you to his apartment to wash up and wait while Jeonghan brought back the food. When Jeonghan arrived back in the apartment you were lounging on his couch, your hair still wet from the shower, and your body adorned in one of Jeonghan’s shirts which was almost comically too large for you.
Jeonghan set the food on a table and wandered over to you, picking you up off the couch without warning. You squealed in delight as he took a seat, dragging you into his lap and pressed his lips to yours.
You were timid in almost all ways of life and that included in love. You were so shy, like you didn’t deserve all of Jeonghan’s attention and more and you would nervously ask to hold his hand and to kiss him and all of the above. When Jeonghan kissed you, you always returned the action so delicately, like you were afraid to be too greedy.
You were so silly, acting as if Jeonghan wasn’t obsessed with everything that you did.
Jeonghan deepened the kiss, his fingers sliding up beneath your shirt. You shivered against his touch and pressed lightly against his chest to break the kiss. You panted lightly as you looked at Jeonghan, your eyes hooded.
“I knew it,” you mumbled. “It’s the shirt, isn’t it? I knew that you would want to touch me if I put on your shirt.”
Jeonghan almost laughed at such a statement. The implication that Jeonghan wouldn’t have wanted to touch you if you hadn’t been wearing the shirt was absolutely absurd. He always wanted to touch you, to remind you every day that you were his and he was yours and that you were the only one he was so devoted to.
But he knew he shouldn’t say that.
So instead of answering he closed the space between you two, fingers climbing your back until they had found your bra. He was quick to unclasp it and press you even tighter to him.
It was then that he noticed something...
His jeans were getting wet.
Jihoon pulled away from you, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes were still closed from the sensation of you two kissing, your cheeks red.
“Love, are you not wearing any underwear?” Jeonghan asked. Your face flamed and you looked up at him, a coy expression on your face.
“I knew what I wanted.”
Jeonghan lifted you off of his lap and pressed you down into the couch. You squeaked at having been moved in such a way, but it gave you the opportunity to wiggle out of your bra. You threw it aside and pulled Jeonghan’s shirt up so that he could see your breasts.
He let out a soft moan and leaned forward, his fingers cupping your breasts as he lowered his lips to them. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. At first, he just lightly sucked at it, his tongue soothing over it every so often. Then he let his teeth lightly nip it, dragging a gasp from your lips.
“Jeonghan,” you gasped. “More.”
Who was Jeonghan to tell you no?
Jeonghan released the breast that he wasn’t actively playing with and let it run down your body to your thigh. He pinched your thigh ever so slightly, making your body jolt underneath him. He felt you throw your head back on the couch and you raised your fingers up to his hair, burying themselves among his strands.
He let his hand draw closer to your center, amused to find that he was able to feel your heat radiating from your pussy from inches away from it. He pulled off of your tit for just a moment, using the hand that was still cupping it to pinch your nipple. That drew your attention towards him.
“You know what my favorite thing in the world is?” He asked you. You shook your head, lips parted as you took this opportunity to catch your breath. “You...”
He leaned up and chastely kissed your lips. Then he lowered his head back to your breasts. He pressed a kiss to the one he hadn’t been giving attention to before.
“Your breasts...”
He moved down your body, kissing just above your belly button, another kiss under it, and then he wrapped his fingers around your thighs.
“This hot, wet pussy.”
He pressed at first a kiss to your clit. One that was fleeting, quick, and he felt you arch your whole body in response, trying desperately to get more. He snickered and lowered his lips back to your pussy. He let his tongue slip between your folds, delighted by the taste he was greeted with.
You were so wet. Jeonghan could feel you getting all over his lips, and he knew as he buried his tongue deeper into you that you would get more all over him. He didn’t mind at all. He pressed his tongue as deep into you as he could manage to get it, flicking it around a bit, just so that he could feel you squirm. You lowered your hands to his hair again so that you could hold him in place against your pussy.
He didn’t mind in the slightest, he loved to know that something he enjoyed so much could give you so much pleasure. Your moans filled the air as Jeonghan messily ate out your pussy. His hands fell between your thighs so that he could press your legs out slightly, giving him more access to your pussy. Your words become utter gibberish, just broken utterances of Jeonghan’s name.
Jeonghan waited until your grip loosened before he pulled away from you, your juices literally dripping down Jeonghan’s chin.
“Love look at the mess you made,” he said. He waited patiently for you to have the energy to open your eyes and look at him, and when you did your eyes widened in surprise.
“Jeonghan I’m-”
Before you could apologize Jeonghan wiped his fingers through the wetness on his face and pressed his fingers between your lips.
“Don’t you love how you taste?” Jeonghan asked. You sucked yourself off of Jeonghan’s fingers and nodded shyly. “Me too... I love how you taste.”
He turned his attention back to your pussy, this time settling on your clit. As he did, he pressed his finger deep into your pussy, causing you to cry out in surprise. Jeonghan heard you slap your hand over your mouth, and it made him look at you.
“Don’t do that, I want to be able to hear just how happy I make you,” Jeonghan whispered. You shyly removed your hands from your face and Jeonghan reached forward, taking your hands in his.
“Good job baby.”
Then he returned his lips to your pussy.
He sucked hard at your clit as he worked his finger in and out of you, after only a short amount of time slipping a second finger into you. You whined and wriggled against him, squeezing Jeonghan’s hands as he scissored his fingers in and out of you.
“J-Jeonghan,” you whined. “That’s not enough.”
“What was that princess?” Jeonghan teased. You squirmed under him at the way that his breath teased your clit. “Were you trying to ask for something?”
You looked frustrated.
“Jeonghan I want you to fuck me,” you murmured in frustration.
“Yeah?” Jeonghan asked. He shoved his fingers into you: once, twice, three times. Hard.
You yelped, your face burning with color once again.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” you whined. You buried your fingers back in Jeonghan’s hair and pulled his head up sharply.
“Do you want me to beg?” You asked him. Despite the fact that what you said was pretty bold, your voice was still soft, and your face still expressed how shy you truly were.
“That’s okay princess,” he whispered. “I think I teased you enough.”
He got to his feet and discarded his pants. He shifted you slightly on the couch so that he could better position himself above you. He looked at you, intertwining his fingers in yours.
“You ready?” He asked. You nodded.
“Yeah.”
Jeonghan pinned your hands above your head on the couch and slowly pushed himself into you. You gasped; your eyes fluttering shut.
Jeonghan loved to make love to you for a number of reasons.
For one, he loved the little noises that you made. The way that your body wiggled and arched beneath him.
Jeonghan didn’t take his eyes off of you, not even for a second. It always embarrassed you. Your eyes fluttered open as Jeonghan thrust into you, and your lips parted with short little breaths.
“Do you have to watch me so closely?” You asked him. At this rate your whole face was red. It was adorable, you looked so pretty when you were embarrassed like that.
“Love, you are the only thing that matters to me right now,” he whispered. “I’m obsessed with you. Thre way you move the way you moan, the way that you look at me.”
Jeonghan dipped his head pressing his lips to yours chastely. You pressed into the kiss but pulled away from you before you could really get much out of it. You whined your protest, so Jeonghan just thrust deeper into you, making you shut your eyes agin.
“Do you even know what you do to me?” Jeonghan asked. “I would do anything for you. Anything to feel your warmth, to be buried inside you, to hear you call yourself mine.”
“I am yours,” you responded immediately. “Of course, I am, you know I am.”
A strangled growl left Jeonghan’s lips and for a moment he lost control. His next few thrusts were rapid and hard. You cried out,your eyes scrunching in pleasure.
“J-Jeonghan,” you panted. “Y-Yours, I’m y-yours.”
“I want to feel you cum,” Jeonghan murmured. “If your mine, I want you to cum. Are you going to cum?”
You became a babbling mess, begging Jeonghan to cum, but Jeonghan could barely hear you. He lowered his lips to yours and began to kiss you deeply. You moaned and panted against his lips but never pulled away.
Jeonghan felt your walls tighten around his cock, practically milking Jeonghan’s orgasm out of him. Your let out a soft scream against Jeonghan’s lips as he rode out your orgasm. He kept slowly thrusting in and out of you, keeping his thrusts purposeful until he felt your body weaken beneath him. He pulled his cock out of you and sunk down between your legs again.
You whined softly in protest as Jeonghan’s lips met your pussy, but you didn’t protest as he lapped at your pussy, tasting the cum that dribbled from you. He didn’t stop until he felt like he had done a sufficient job of cleaning you up.
“You okay love?”
You hummed, so Jeonghan pulled away from you, intending to clean your discarded clothes from the floor. Before he could really manage that though you whined.
“Jeonghan ‘m cold,” you murmured. “Come back please.”
Jeonghan had been planning to clean up and to draw you a bath, taking care of you before finally retiring you to bed. But when you begged him like that just to come back...
“Anything for you love.”
When Jeonghan said he would do anything for you he truly meant it.
He loved you, more than he figured you would ever know. And he would do anything for you. He may hate the way that others looked at you, but when you came home with him at the end of the night, Jeonghan figured he could deal with it. At least for today.
description: In order to avoid a ghostly figure in the road, Brent Mitchell wraps his car around a tree, killing his father. While his mother goes to pieces, Brent escapes into a marijuana fueled world of pain and guilt.
(click keep reading for a review! no huge spoilers)
rev: 7/10! it’s soooo fucked up and nerve-wracking it’s good!!
this is freaky in a very confusing very real way, there’s no demons (at least not physically), and there’s not much in the way of special effects either, but somewhere between the plot line and the violation of this dude’s human rights this movie chilled me to the c o r e.
she hasn’t answered my snapchat in a while. i know we live in different time zones so it’s difficult but i’m scared a little. please love me. please love me. please love me. please love me.
