In the Shadows of Desire
Yandere! Yohan ( Alipede) x chubby reader
Warning: heart break, mention of death, mention of forced sexual intercourse, pregnancy drugging, somnophillia, forced marriage , Stockholm syndrome, bullying.
Authors note: you are responsible for what you are reading.
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Alipede moved through the dark alleys like a ghost, his white hair catching what little light slipped through the cracks. His ruby-red eyes shining like predator out to hunt. His heightened senses guided him effortlessly through the night. He wasn't here by coincidence-he was, out on a mission .
As he turned a corner, he heard faint cries, voices filled with malice, and a soft whimper. A group of teenagers was tormenting someone. He stepped closer, his steps silent, his presence like a breeze passing by unnoticed. The smell hit him first-fear, and underneath it, the faint scent of jasmine. He stepped into the alley, and they stopped. The bullies didn't even hear him coming.
With swift, decisive movements, he incapacitated the bullies without a word. His sharp end of his stick never saw the moonlight, but the danger he posed radiated in the air. The group scattered, fleeing in terror, leaving behind the girl.
She was trembling, her uniform torn, her eyes wide with fear and shock. When she looked up at him, her lips quivered. "T-Thank you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't respond. He just stood there, the image of her scent ingrained in his mind. Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the shadows.
Weeks passed, and Yohan tried to forget the girl, but her scent stayed with him. He didn't have time to waste on fleeting memories of a high school girl. He was a man who lived in the underworld, a servant of death. One of the Glory disciples ....But one night, fate intervened.
Yohan was seated in a booth at a club with his boss, Raphel. The noise of the place, the laughter, and the clinking glasses surrounded them, but Yohan's attention was elsewhere. The familiar scent of jasmine drifted past him, tugging at his senses. His head snapped in the direction of the smell.
It was her....
The girl from the alley, dressed in a skimpy waitress outfit, was serving drinks. Her eyes darted around nervously, and he could smell how uncomfortable she was. Worse, Raphel and his men had noticed her, and they were eyeing her with a hunger that made Adelphi's blood boil.
His hand tightened around the glass in front of him.
"I want her," Alipede said quietly, his voice sharp.
Raphel raised a brow, glancing between the girl and Alipede. "Her?"
Alipede nodded, his tone unyielding. "She's mine."
Alipede began following her, keeping track of her every move. He soon discovered that her father had run off, leaving her with crippling debts. She worked at the club, hoping to pay them off before the loan sharks could sell her to traffickers. It was a hopeless battle for her . He himself even didn't know why he paid off her debts without her knowing, unable to let her fall into the hands of men worse than himself.
A few days later, she bumped into him again, nervously fidgeting with her hands. "I found out what you did," she said softly, eyes cast down. "I want to thank you, but... I don't know how. I could work for you. Do anything you need."
He rejected the idea at first. She was fragile, soft-nothing like the world he lived in. Just like though rabbits he used to raise....But she was persistent. Slowly, he found himself drawn to her. The nonsense she spoke, the way she made pointless observations, her constant chatter... it warmed something cold and dead inside him.
But one day, the shift in their dynamic broke him.
"Someone proposed to me," she said casually, sipping tea at the table. Her face was lit with innocence. "I think I might accept, but I don't really know how to make him happy. Could you... give me advice?"
The cup in Adelphi's hand shattered. His fingers twitched as jealousy clawed at him. Rage surged, but his voice remained unnaturally calm. "You don't need to learn how to make anyone but me happy... You belong to me."
She blinked, confused, as though she hadn't noticed the venom behind his words. But he didn't let her speak further. That night, when she went to bed, he had already planned to trap her with him.
The days that followed were tense. She yelled at him, pleaded with him to let her go, but he refused. She belonged to him now, whether she realized it or not. She had no choice in the matter.
Then one night, she made the mistake of trying to escape.
She thought he was asleep when she slipped out of the window, but Adelphi had never been asleep. He was always alert. He caught her before she even made it to the street, grabbing her wrist and dragging
"Let me go!" she screamed, her voice filled with fury as she fought him.
Adelphi's patience snapped. He shoved her onto the bed, his body pinning hers as she struggled beneath him. "You think you can run from me????you can't... You belong to me!!"
She slapped him, the sting of her hand sharp against his face. That was the final straw. Without another word Adelphi dragged her back into the house, his grip unrelenting as she fought against him. He was seething- jealousy and anger boiled in his veins as her weak attempts to resist fueled his obsession. She stumbled over her own feet as he threw her onto the bed, her body splayed out beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly with fear and exhaustion.
"You think you can run from me?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
She shouted at him, her face red with fury. "You're insane! Let me go!"
But instead of responding with the roughness she expected, his hand moved gently, brushing the strands of her disheveled hair from her face. The sudden tenderness in his touch confused her. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her skin, and his hands trailed down her arms, pulling them away from her face as she tried to cover herself.
Her chubby, soft body sprawled out before him, vulnerable, and yet, she radiated an allure that made him ache with desire. The sight of her made his mouth water. Slowly, he began to undress her, pulling at the fabric with a precision that contrasted his earlier aggression. The clothes slid off her, baring her curves to his eyes, her flesh soft and inviting.
Alipede knelt before her, his hands gliding over her think thighs, spreading them apart gently. She whimpered, her body tense with uncertainty, but he didn't stop. Instead of the roughness he'd shown earlier, his lips pressed against her inner thigh, kissing his way up slowly, deliberately.
"You belong to me," he whispered between kisses, his voice possessive yet calm.
Her breath hitched, and she tried to squirm away, but Alipede held her still, his hands firm yet gentle on her hips. He lowered his mouth to her core, his tongue darting out to taste her. The sensation was electric, and despite herself, she gasped, her body betraying her again.
He savored her. His tongue moving slowly, teasingly, as if he had all the time in the world. Her body tensed, then relaxed under his touch, the frustration and fear giving way to an unwilling pleasure. Alipede's tongue flicked against her sensitive spots, drawing out soft moans that she couldn't suppress. Her hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more, her mind drowning in the haze of sensation.
She could feel herself unraveling beneath him, her thoughts fading away as her body took over. Her soft, chubby thighs trembled as waves of pleasure washed over her, her moans becoming louder, more desperate.
Alipede didn't stop. He devoured her gently, his mouth working her until she was a trembling mess, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching into him. He wanted her to feel every bit of him, to understand that she was his now, completely and irrevocably. Her mind was dazed, her body drunk on the ecstasy he forced upon her.
Finally, when her moans had turned to soft, helpless whimpers, he pulled back, climbing over her and pinning her down beneath him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes glazed over with the pleasure she had been forced to endure.
"I'll make sure you never think about running again," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear before he took her fully, thrusting into her as she lay beneath him, too exhausted to resist.
From that moment on, every time he left the house, he made sure to remind her-remind her through slow, relentless pleasure, that escape was no longer even a thought.
Today, he came back to the sound that stirred something primal within him.
The soft scent of food filled the air, and there she was, standing in the kitchen, barefoot, her swollen belly a reminder of how deeply he had claimed her. She wore nothing but one of his shirts, the fabric barely covering her curves, the buttons straining slightly around her pregnant belly. Her hips swayed gently as she stirred a pot, completely unaware of his presence as he stood in the doorway, watching.
A satisfied smirk spread across Alipede lips as he silently approached her. She didn't hear him until his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, his hand settling over the curve of her belly possessively.
"Yohan.." she gasped softly, startled but not frightened. She had grown used to his presence, to the heat of his body always lingering close to her own.
His lips brushed against her neck, and he hummed in approval as his hand slid down, lifting the shirt higher to reveal more of her soft skin. "You look good like this," he whispered against her ear. "Pregnant... full with my child."
Her body shivered at his words, and she leaned back against him, her breath hitching. She could feel the hard press of his body against her, the familiar heat pooling low in her stomach as he gripped her hips, turning her around to face him.
Before she could even protest or respond, Alipede lifted her onto the cool surface of the kitchen counter. The shock of it made her gasp, but he didn't stop, his hands quickly pushing the shirt further up her thighs, exposing her fully to him. Her belly, swollen with his child, only seemed to excite him more as he spread her legs, stepping between them.
"you are mine," he murmured, his hands moving up her thighs, then over her belly, possessive and admiring at the same time. "Always."
Her breath hitched as his fingers trailed over her skin, his eyes burning with lust.
Alipede stayed inside her for a long moment, his chest pressed against hers, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths. He relished the way her body trembled beneath him, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his form. The slight swell of her belly, his child growing inside her, filled him with a dark sense of satisfaction.
He pulled back slightly, his hands never leaving her body, his eyes tracing every inch of her as if to imprint the sight into his mind forever. She lay sprawled on the countertop, her skin flushed from the heat of their encounter, her chubby thighs spread wide, legs still wrapped loosely around his hips. The kitchen, which had smelled of cooking moments before, now carried the heavy scent of their intimacy.
Gently, his hands slid under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly from the counter. She whimpered softly as he moved, but her body melted into his as if it knew there was no escaping him. He carried her to the couch, laying her down slowly, watching her soft, pliant form sink into the cushions.
Alipede knelt between her legs again, his hands caressing her thighs as he lowered himself. "I can never get enough of you," he murmured, his breath warm against her inner thigh. She squirmed slightly, her mind still foggy, body buzzing from the lingering pleasure, but his touch made her shiver with need all over again.
His mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing a slow path over her swollen folds, tasting her once more. Her body jolted at the sensation, and she moaned, the sound soft and helpless, as the pleasure began to build all over again. Alipede's tongue was relentless, flicking and teasing her with an expert precision that made her mind go blank. Her hands gripped the cushions beneath her, her head tilting back as she gave in completely, drowning in the pleasure he forced upon her.
"You're mine," he whispered between licks, his voice low and possessive. "I'll never stop reminding you."
Her body responded to him, her hips lifting towards his mouth, seeking more. She was too far gone to resist, her mind and body now completely drunk on the pleasure he gave her. His tongue worked her with slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out her moans, her pleasure, until she was a trembling mess beneath him.
She gasped as the pleasure built again, her thighs quivering, her body betraying her as it climbed higher and higher. Her fingers dug into the cushions, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. She was lost-lost in the overwhelming sensations, lost in the way he claimed her over and over, leaving no room for thought or escape.
When she came again, her body shuddered violently, her legs wrapping tightly around his head as she cried out. Her back arched off the couch, her mind drowning in the pleasure that flooded through her. Adelphi didn't stop, his mouth working her through every wave, making sure she felt every last bit of it.
When she finally collapsed, utterly spent, he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched her. She lay there, panting, her body limp and mindless, her legs twitching slightly from the intensity of it all.
Alipede stood up, his eyes never leaving her as he admired the sight before him. His. Completely and forever.
"You look beautiful like this," he said, his voice soft but filled with satisfaction. "Pregnant, sated, and spread out for me."
She didn't respond, too lost in her dazed state to even think. Her body was his now, fully broken and claimed. Every time he touched her, every time he made her come undone beneath him, she was reminded of who she belonged to.
Alipede leaned down, kissing her softly, gently, his hand resting over her swollen belly. "You'll always be mine. This child... this life... it's all because of me."
And deep down, she knew that was true.
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