#obsessive yandere

[doomedl-ove]

"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

[yourdeaddoll]

he's so cute. i just want to bite him. and bite him. bite him again. bite him. bite him. bite him. let me sink my teeth on him.

[rimzaaa]

You Belong To Me

Series!

Chapter Four: Under His Control

Pairing: Dark!Inho (Frontman) x Fem! Reader (y/n)

Fandom: Squid Game (오징어 게임)

Summary: Y/n barely makes it through the second game, her nerves fraying as the games grow deadlier. What she doesn't know is that someone—hidden in the shadows—has been pulling strings, keeping her safe, protecting her like a treasured possession. But protection in this place comes at a cost… and she may soon learn what it means to be under his control.

Warnings: Dark themes, obsession, possessive behavior, implied violence, implied threat of assault (non-explicit), canon-typical death, psychological manipulation, intense emotions.

Author's Note: Thank you for all the love on this series— we are just getting started.

Words Count: 2036

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The next day began with the same blinding white lights and soft, eerie music echoing through the large hall.

Y/n had barely slept. The screams from the first game still echoed in her ears, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw red. So instead, she just stared up at the giant glass piggy bank hanging from the ceiling — the one now slowly filling with stacks of money. It gleamed under the lights, cruelly beautiful.

And away, in the dim warmth of his private office, In-ho sat on the edge of his leather couch, staring at the same screen. The camera had zoomed in on her — curled up on a lower bunk bed, eyes wide open, fixated on the fortune above her.

How could he sleep…

When his entire world was wide awake?

With a loud hiss, the heavy metal doors creaked open, breaking the morning silence in the hall. A group of guards in pink jumpsuits entered with cold, mechanical precision, pushing trolleys loaded with breakfast — plain bread and boxed milk.

The players moved like ghosts, forming a line to receive their rations.

Y/n took her share and silently walked back to her bunk. She sat down, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the plastic wrapping of the bread and tore a small piece off. She forced it past the tightness in her throat and washed it down with a sip of milk.

But then —

She paused. Her stomach twisted. The sound of gunshots from yesterday echoed again in her head.

The bread suddenly tasted like ash.

She quietly set it aside and pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. Her breath shook. Her heart ached. She wanted to scream, to run — but she had no choice now. She had to survive.

Back in his private quarters, In-ho’s eyes narrowed as he watched her.

The food was untouched. Her expression hollow.

His jaw clenched.

Without looking away from the monitor, he reached over and grabbed the walkie-talkie from the side table. His voice came low, cold, and sharp

“Make sure she chooses the easy one in the next game. If she doesn’t… help her.”

He didn’t need to say her name.

They already knew who she was.

Player 222.

---

Y/n stepped into the game room alongside the other players, her steps uncertain, yet alert. Her eyes scanned the wide, sterile space — and then they landed on the wall ahead. Four shapes were displayed in bold outlines: A circle, an umbrella, a star, and a triangle.

In front of each shape stood a long table, behind which guards in pink uniforms waited silently, their gloved hands resting near small round tins.

Y/n furrowed her brows.

What game was this supposed to be? She thought.

Before she could think further, the familiar robotic voice rang out overhead, sharp and soulless

“The next game will begin shortly. Please stand in front of one shape on the wall.”

A ripple of confusion spread through the players. But quickly, panic gave way to instinct, and they began shuffling into lines — some in front of the umbrella, others crowding near the star, triangle, and circle.

Y/n stood frozen, thinking. Her heart pounded in her chest.

And then, it clicked.

Her lips parted, and she mouthed the word under her breath—

“Dalgona.”

The realization struck her like a bullet.

The shapes. The tins. The guards.

This was the infamous sugar honeycomb challenge.

She didn’t hesitate a second longer. Her feet moved fast toward the triangle — the easiest shape to carve without breaking.

Across the compound, deep in the quiet shadows of his private room, In-ho sat before the screen, eyes fixed on her.

He saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes… the speed with which she analyzed and reacted.

And the satisfied smirk slowly spread on his face.

He leaned forward, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and swirled it with calculated ease.

“So…” he murmured darkly, voice low like a secret,

“Your police instincts are still working… beautiful.”

He chuckled to himself, the sound quiet and laced with pride.

Then leaned back on his leather couch, one leg crossed casually over the other, eyes never leaving the screen — his drink in one hand, the other draped across the armrest like a king surveying his kingdom.

A kingdom where only one thing mattered to him anymore.

Her.

---

The final seconds ticked down.

Y/n’s hands were cramping now, knuckles white from tension, but her gaze stayed sharp, needle working with steady control.

Then — crack.

Not hers.

A man beside her gasped.

BANG.

Blood splattered onto her sleeve, warm and metallic. She froze for just a second, throat tightening.

But then her needle traced the last edge of the triangle — clean, unbroken.

It was done.

She blinked rapidly and slowly lifted the tin, showing it to the masked guard standing near her. He examined it in silence, then gave a single nod.

She had passed.

A pink-gloved hand gestured for her to move to the side. She stood up on shaky legs and stumbled toward the exit doors. Her body felt like it might give out at any moment, heart still hammering from the gunshots — and the victory.

Up in the private room, In-ho had stood frozen for the final minute, not even realizing he’d held his breath until she passed.

He exhaled deeply now, a sound between relief and obsession escaping him.

“Good girl,” he whispered darkly, voice low and hoarse. “You survived.”

The game ended.

More than half of the players were gone. The walls were splattered with blood. Tin trays and needles lay abandoned in the sand beside lifeless hands.

And then — the familiar mechanical click-click echoed from above. The massive golden piggy bank began to descend again, lights flashing.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Money dropped into it — thick, heavy stacks of won — blood-earned, blood-soaked.

Y/n watched it fill from the ground floor, her arms folded around herself, lips pressed together tightly. That money was never going to wash the blood off her memories.

---

It was lunch time now, the metal doors hissed open again and in came the pink guards with steel trays.

This time it was a single hard-boiled egg, a soda bottle, and a small, square rice cake. Basic. Cold. Tasteless.

The players lined up.

Y/n accepted her tray, hands still trembling. She glanced down at the food, but hunger had long left her body. The egg reminded her of the gunshots. The soda reminded her of the blood. And the rice cake just sat there like a silent taunt.

She picked at it slowly and sat alone.

Up above, In-ho watched her in silence — always watching. He hadn’t touched his drink since she’d passed the game. There was a strange stillness in him now, like a storm waiting for the next crack of thunder.

She voted X again.

She didn’t want to stay. He knew she wouldn’t.

The second round of voting had been announced shortly after lunch.

Each player was called, the same two buttons lit up on the wall — O to stay, X to leave.

Y/n stood before the panel.

Her hand hovered.

A part of her wanted to run. She had survived two games already. That money, divided among the remaining players… maybe it could still be enough to pay her debts. Maybe she could still have a chance at life.

She pressed X.

She didn’t even hesitate this time.

But when the final tally of votes was displayed…

Majority had chosen to stay.

Again.

A loud murmur spread in the room. Some screamed. Some cursed. Some simply collapsed against the bunk beds, covering their faces.

Y/n sat back on her lower bunk, lips parted in disbelief. She stared down at her hands. They were sticky with sugar, blood… and now guilt.

She didn’t want this.

She didn’t choose this.

But she had no choice but to play.

---

And far above her — in the darkened room with a bug screen infront of him— In-ho stood still again.

He had watched her vote. Had watched the tears in her eyes as she saw the results.

He should’ve felt victorious.

She was staying.

But something inside him twisted painfully.

He wanted her to stay… but not like this.

Not suffering. Not terrified.

He brought the glass of whiskey to his lips but didn’t drink. His eyes stayed locked on her curled form on the bed.

“You’ll thank me later,” he whispered, running his thumb along the rim of the glass. “When it’s all over. When you’re finally… in my arms.”

A soft, cold chuckle left him.

“Safe.”

---

The room was dimly lit as the robotic voice had already announced lights out thirty minutes ago.

Y/n slowly climbed down from her bunk bed, her body stiff and tired, and quietly made her way toward the door tucked in the corner of the room. She knocked gently.

A small metal window In the door slid open, revealing the blank, faceless mask of a pink guard on night duty.

“I need to use the bathroom,” she whispered.

The guard shook his head. “No one is allowed to use the bathroom after lights out.”

Y/n sighed in frustration. “But I really need to go. Please.”

Up in his private surveillance room, In-ho clenched his jaw.

He had been watching.

Every second.

Every move.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the walkie-talkie connected directly to that hallway guard’s earpiece.

His voice was a low growl of controlled rage.

“Are you new… or do you have a death wish?”

“Who the fuck are you to deny her?”

“Open the damn door!”

The guard immediately stood straight, startled. He unlocked the door without another word.

Y/n blinked, confused by the sudden change — but she didn’t think much of it… not yet.

She slipped past him and walked toward the bathroom area.

---

A few minutes later, she returned to the sleeping hall.

The atmosphere had shifted.

Some players were watching her now… eyes tracking her movement like hungry wolves.

One man in particular — Player 315, rough-faced and probably in his mid-thirties — walked past her, brushing his shoulder against hers with deliberate force.

He walked straight to the guard and knocked.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

The guard didn’t respond.

“What the hell?” Player 315 hissed. “She gets to go but I don’t? Why?”

He turned to Y/n, a crooked smile spreading on his face as he stepped closer.

“Why did he let you go, huh? You offer him something?”

Y/n glared, her blood boiling. “What the hell did you just say?”

He laughed under his breath. “Come on. Did you agree to please him a little? Huh? That’s how things work here, right?”

She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist mid-air.

And that… was the last straw.

In-ho was already on his feet, his glass of whiskey shattering on the floor as it slipped from his gloved hand.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie, voice shaking with fury.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL?”

“DO YOU WANT ME TO GO DOWN THERE MYSELF?”

Within seconds, the guards burst through the doors.

Two of them shoved Player 315 back, but he pushed one of them in return — a stupid mistake.

A rifle was instantly raised toward him, and the man’s bravado vanished.

“W-Wait! Wait, I’m sorry! Please—don’t—don’t kill me!”

The guards lowered their weapons, giving him a final shove before letting him go. He stumbled back to his bunk, eyes wide with panic.

Y/n stood still, shocked, confused by the sudden chaos — but she assumed it was just because the man had pushed a guard. She had no idea the order had come from someone far more dangerous.

Someone watching her. Possessively. Obsessively.

In-ho stood in front of the screen, hands clenched at his sides, chest heaving.

He picked up the walkie-talkie again, voice low and venomous.

“I want Player 315 dead.”

---

The familiar childish tune echoed across the room as the overhead lights blinked on the next morning

Y/n stirred, blinking against the brightness. Around her, the other players whispered anxiously to one another.

She sat up slowly, brows furrowed.

And then—

She froze.

Chapter 5 (coming soon)

[divenlydecayed]

"you're so sweet!" thanks I'm obsessive and have abandonment issues

[kaiserinnessie]

This was suggested by a friend! YANDERE REO X READER

[warnings!]- DUB/NON-CON, YANDERE, BABY TRAPPING, FLUFF, PORN WITH PLOT, SOFT BUT INSANE REO?, OOC MANIPULATION, SMUT, 18+, CUNNILINGUS, (ONLY REO) P IN V, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!!!

summary- you always thought reo and his friend nagi were a bunch of stuck up rich kids, but what happens when reo wants the girl who doesn’t give a damn?

Feel free to give me suggestions!

8.2k words

Reo watched in annoyance as you once again ignored him.

You were laughing. Your head tilted back just slightly, that same beautiful smile curving on your lips, the one he'd memorized. All of it aimed at your so-called "best friend" and his brain-dead circle of friends.

The ones who had barely even touched the ball during last week's game, incompetent and stupid as one would say.

But he was better than that.. so he kept his mouth shut for now.

Meanwhile, he- Reo Mikage, the heir to his parents buisiness and one who won the damned match for your high school was left standing there.

You’ve never went out of your way to smile at him like that, never him. The lead role you refused to acknowledge.

Why them? Why not him?

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. He wasn't used to this. Rejection? Indifference? Those weren't things people gave him. Girls, boys, teachers.. hell, even Nagi put in more effort to talk to him than you did! The only person who seemed to not give a damn was you.

It was infuriating.

He'd started observing you weeks ago, at first out of curiosity, but now it was something else entirely. You weren't like the others. You weren't predictable. You didn't chase. You didn't fall for his charms no matter how many charming grins or waves he's given you.

You made him want to chase.

But maybe.. just maybe.. you weren't ignoring him on purpose. No, no. That couldn't be it. There had to be a reason. Maybe you were shy. Intimidated by someone like him. That was the only logical answer.

It made sense why you would be scared to talk to him, he was THEE Reo Mikage after all. You poor thing.. he never noticed.

Maybe he could help!

You were practically a nobody yourself, average. You should be at his beck and call, happy to even be around him. But alas, you didn't seem to care.

He smirked to himself, jaw tight as he watched you lean in to whisper something to your friend, completely unaware of the way his eyes bored holes into the back of your head.

It's okay. You'd come around.

He'd make sure of it.

---

The next morning, you were slouched over your desk, half-asleep and half-doodling in your notebook, barely listening to the murmur of students filing into class.

Today was going to be annoying. You could already feel it! Seeing as today you all had a group project, worth an entire semester. AN ENTIRE. SEMESTER.

The teacher had said something about 4 people per group. And with 22 kids in the class, someone was definitely going to get stuck in a mismatched group, or worse, get paired with the Mikage-Nagi duo. Now you've heard stories, but in summary, Reo was a gay stuck up rich kid(one of your friends said this last year, and it always stuck with you.), and his bestfriend was a smelly good for nothing sack of rocks.

Basically, you were praying to not be stuck with them. To save yourself from doing all the work, and the inevitable judge mental glares.

Your luck wasn't great though.

Your friend Tsuioku, or as you teasingly called him "Tsu-Tsu" plopped into the seat beside you, yawning obnoxiously. You glared at him as soon as he did. "Don't fall asleep mid-class again." you muttered instead of a playful insult, not having the energy for it this morning.

"No promises..!" he replied with a grin, and even though he could be annoying, he for sure made the morning slightly better. Just as you were about to show him the weird creature you'd doodled as 'him', the volume in the room rose... again.

This is what you dreaded every morning.

"Kyaaa! Good morning, Reo!" "Reo come sit with us!" "Reo's so cuteee! Ahh and Nagi!"  came the familiar chorus of lovesick voices.

Speak of the devil.

You didn't bother to lift your head as the two males walked in, Reo Mikage, glowing with charm and wealth, and his forever half-asleep best friend trailing behind him lazily. You never really understood why everyone.. EVERYONE liked the duo. 

They seemed weird to you, personally speaking of course. You’ve already went over this however you’ll say it again..

… you wouldn't exactly judge someone so quickly, but Nagi seemed to do absolutely nothing to contribute to anything, and Reo seemed to indulge it. And that seemed like enough to you.

Yes you had the same reasons from onky a few minutes ago, but who cares?

You focused on your notebook, sighing quietly as their steps slowed by your desk.

And lingered?

You could feel it and the pressure increased when everyone in class realized what was happening. The silence around your area was suddenly deafening.

Your eye twitched at such. You did NOT want the Reo fanclub getting you introuble, so you tried to fix the situation as soon as possible.

"What is it?" you said evenly, lifting your head to look at the two boys, tone neutral despite the tension building in your chest. You were trying to hide your distaste for his lingering eyes, but your face said it all.

Even so, Reo’s lips curled into a charming smile, the kind you knew had melted dozens of hearts. Hell you would have fallen for them a long time ago along with everyone else if not for your high standards.

No thanks to your friends, but you wouldn't change them for the world.

"My bad! I was just seeing what you were drawing there!" he said cheerfully with a casual little wave.  You blinked as he finally walked past, Nagi following him and not sparing you a final glance.

That went.. better than you thought it would. He didn't even seem weirded out or anything! You side eyed your friend Tsuioku, only to see he was panicking and staring past you. Practically screaming "Look beside you dumbass!" with his glare.

When you looked, your breath caught. They didn't go to their usual seats in the back. Reo had pulled out the chair right next to yours.

He flashed a grin, pretending not to notice the dozens of whispers starting to float around the classroom. Nagi looked entirely uninterested but didn't protest as he slumped into the seat on his other side.

You could practically feel the daggers being thrown at your back, but it didn't fully reach you as you were still trying to comprehend why Reo Mikage was sitting next to YOU.

'Great' you thought. 'Now I'm going to have to deal with rumors and a headache.'

You didn't notice the blank staring from purple eyes whenever you talked to Tsu-tsu, but you did feel someone watching. And it made you a little uncomfortable.

Anyway..

It didn't end there!

When the teacher finally arrived, with her coffee in hand and papers flapping under her arm, she dropped a few folders on the desk and turned to the class with an exhausted smile. She was one of your favorites, but today, she might just be demoted on your mental list if she doesn't give you a good pairing.

And by good, it mean't no Reo, or Nagi, and two people who would actually work on the project.

"Alright everyone, time to assign your groups for the semester project. Four people per group. I'll be picking them this time so don't even try to negotiate."

Groans rippled through the room. You sat up straighter, pulse spiking. Still, you gave your best puppy dog eyes to your teacher, but she only smiled sweetly at you.

"Wouldn't it be so funny if we were paired with mister purple head.." Tsuioku whispered to you, and you quickly glared at him before turning your attention back to your teacher.

Please not Reo. Please not-

"Let's see..." the teacher muttered, eyes flicking through the list. "Group 4: L/N, Tsuioku, Mikage, and... Nagi."

You stared at her, mouth agape like a fish before turning to Tsu who was trying his hardest to keep his laughter inside. He looked very.. very constipated but compared to your look of shock, you might be the more embarrassing one here.

'No....'

You mentally tried to deny it. Slowly turning your head to hope that maybe just maybe Reo didn't exist and you were hallucinating. Instead you were met with Reo already beaming at you, fingers laced under his chin, elbow on the desk. He seemed smug.. maybe even HAPPY.

It was weird.

Why would Reo suddenly take interest in you and Tsu? It confused you, and you planned to figure it out soon. So you glared at him and turned away, choosing to talk to Tsuioku instead.

The morning passed in a blur, thanks to him.

Your teacher had droned on through history, you tried to take notes, but your mind kept drifting back to the new seating arrangement... and the project.. so you got NO work done. And even though Tsuioku was doing a good job at distracting you from history, he was doing it in the worst way.

With Reo.

With as much as he droned on about him. You'd think the guy would have had a crush, but no, he just loved torturing you.

Though, to be fair, Reo hadn't been annoying so far, not like you assumed he would be. Not once. He didn't interrupt the teacher. He didn't lean over and ask stupid questions or throw flirty glances your way. He just... sat there. Quiet.

You had kept expecting him to turn toward you, smirk, or say something stuck up. But instead, he passed you a mechanical pencil when yours broke silently. He even tugged Nagi's sleeve to nudge him awake before the bell rang.

By the time lunch came around, you were both cursing the project, and wondering just who Reo Mikage actually was.

Its not like you really ever gave the guy a chance, and by that you mean't you never really spoke to him outside of class.

The rumors and your earlier judgement on the boy was slowly morphing into genuine curiosity.

"Hey!" Tsuioku said as he pulled out his lunch container from his bag, sending you a small glare. "Stop zoning out!"

"Yeah yeah.." you sighed, frowning a little as you opened your own bento. "Just... today's been weird. My bad."

"Because of those two?" he asked, taking a big bite out of his rice. You deadpanned and rolled your eyes, he had been making jokes about them the entire time. Of course its about them! "What do you think Tsu-tsu."

He really was an idiot.

Tsuioku took a big bite of rice and shrugged. "Whatever. Look as long as they do their part in the project, I don't care."

"Well I do? What if Nagi just makes US do everything.. you know how Reo is.. he lets him get away with everything.." You mumbled, staring at your chopsticks before picking them up and grabbing a piece of your sashimi.

"Are you sure? They seemed pretty chill this morning, and I know you noticed! So don't even try to deny it."

"Shut up Tsu-tsu. Its weird. He's gotta be up to no good. Why would he willingly sit next to me of all people?" You chewed, watching how Tsuioku tapped his chin lightly before nodding. "Yeah you're right.. that is weird.."

"You prick!" You retaliated at the backhanded agreement.

You were about to bonk Tsuioku on the head when shadows fell over your guy's lunch table. This time, they didn't pass.

You blinked up to see Reo smiling down at you, lunch tray in hand. Nagi stood beside him, half-asleep, holding a wrapped convenience store sandwich.

You and Tsuioku shared a look, before you looked back up and motioned for him to speak.

"Mind if we sit with you?" Reo asked smoothly, he was the only one who actually waited though seeing as Nagi immediately just sat down.

Tsuioku started to open his mouth, and to save your dignity, you elbowed him under the table. "...Sure."

They took the empty spots across from you, and for a second, you thought maybe this was hell.

But Reo... just started talking about the project. Thats literally it. Not like it was a bad thing, just surprising.

"So, I was thinking.." Reo said, scooping rice up, "maybe we can divide the research by section instead of by person. That way it overlaps more. We don't want one part sounding totally different from the rest, right?"

That was... actually smart. Like you knew it was smart but.. had you been wrong about Reo this whole time?

"That's a good point." you said cautiously, closing your bento up and shoving it aside.

"You really think so?" He grinned, before looking at you two slightly confused, which made YOU confused. "Where's your other friends?"

You exchanged a surprised glance with your friend, who wasn't even listening, so you decided to tell Reo yourself. "I didn't know you knew about them but.." You paused before continuing, seeing as it was just normal small talk. "..they are already trying to work on the project with their partners."

"We should do the same then! Mind exchanging numbers?"

---

It's been a few weeks, and you were working on the project at Reo's house.

Nagi wasn't here, but Tsuioku was, so you weren't completely alone. Surprisingly, Reo's kind of become part of the group.

(Or trio, if you could call it that.)

Today though, unlike usual, you were completely out of it. It showed in your work, your face, your posture. You hadn't smiled once since you got here, and even Tsuioku was starting to get annoyed.

"That's the third time you misspelled 'explanation.'" Tsuioku muttered.

"Shut up, Tsu!" you hissed, glaring at your notebook before groaning and slumping over Reo's table with a dramatic whine. Both boys looked over at you as you buried your face in your arms.

"...Are you okay?" Reo asked softly, his voice sounded a little hesitant but still warm. You didn't look at him, but you talked anyway. You knew Tsuioku would ask if he didn't. Nosy bastard.

"Well.. you don't know her, but Tsu-tsu does. Her names Rika."

Tsuioku's eyes widened immediately. "Wait. RIKA? The one who made all those rumors?!"

You slowly raised your head just to glare at him. "Yeah. That one."

Sighing once more, you slumped again and started mindlessly doodling on your paper. "She's doing it again. But this time, it's on my socials. My DMs, comments- people are literally mass reporting me! I got locked out of my account last night.."

Stupid bitch. She was always jealous of you. Always tried to hurt you. Thats why your group cut her off, but every now and then she seems to want to try and ruin your life. 

You glanced up at Reo, kind of expecting him to just say something neutral or offer an awkward rich-kid "oh, that sucks."

But instead, you caught him looking absolutely pissed. And your eyes widened at his expression.  He didn't say much, just reached over to give your shoulder a small squeeze before saying, "That's not going to happen again."

You blinked, kind of stunned. Then you spent the rest of the night watching a movie with the two of them.

Reo made sure you felt safe and comfortable, hell you still didn't know him too well but this was enough to fully change your opinion on the male. 

You forgot about the whole thing after a while, the movie was nice and his couch was SOOO comfy. But when you got home, something weird happened, but you didn't exactly mind it. It was just.. random. 

All the hate online?

It was gone. Every mean comment, every report, every threatening message.. disappeared.

You stared at your screen, confused and laying in your bed. You had stayed late at Reo's and planned to sleep as soon as you got home, but this surprise made you want to stay up just a bit more. 

"Huh...?" you mumbled, tapping into your account and seeing everything clean. Your account wasn't even locked anymore. It was just, fine. As if nothing ever happened.

One new notification blinked at the top.

Reo Mikage has followed you!

You never gave him your username. Still, you followed back without thinking too much. Guess being sleepy really had its ups and downs to being aware of things.

---

It's been a month now. And you might have a tiny crush.

Tsuioku teases you about it all the time.. but can you really blame yourself?

Reo pulls your chair out for you in class, always walks with you to and from school(he managed to convince you to be the soccer manager, but you barely have to even do anything), and brings you little gifts every couple days like it's no big deal. 

Candies, stickers, pens in your favorite colors. 

Like. Come on!

"Good morning, Y/n!" Reo waved cheerfully from the school gates one evening, his usual energy way too high for you after Tsuioku made you trip at lunch.

You pulled yourself together and smiled at him. "Oh hey Reo. Wait... aren't you supposed to be at practice?" You questioned, quirking a brow. 

Usually he’s on his way there by now, but he isn’t even in his equipment.

He jogged to catch up with you and grinned, matching your pace perfectly side by side, his shoulder brushing yours. "Nah. I told the coach I had something more important today."

Your brows shot up, Reo Mikage was skipping soccer practice? "More important than practice? That's rare." 

He just smiled and bumped his shoulder against yours lightly. "I wanted to work on the project actually.. Plus, it's Friday, and your birthday's soon, so..."

He trailed off, getting kind of shy, but you practically lit up. Stars in your eyes and mouth gaping like a fish. "How did you know it's my birthday soon?"

He glanced at your expression, his own unease melting into satisfaction and adoration. "Lucky guess."

You didn't even question it. Too happy that REO was skipping something he loves, to be with YOU. 

You and Reo.. 

"You and Tsuioku-kun could come over this weekend.. and have a sleepover at my place? Nagi'll be there too, but-" 

You threw your arms around him before he could finish. Your cheeks hurt from smiling too much, and you looked up brightly into his purple eyes. Which were currently blown wide. 

"YES! You think I'd turn down a night at your mansion?! Reo, sometimes you're so dense!"

His words completely died in his throat. You were hugging him. Your chest was pressing into him. He could smell the exact vanilla shampoo you used. And your arms.. your skin.. 

oh god he's bricked. 

He frowned a little when you pulled away but was mentally happy about it considering he wouldn't have to worry about you feeling anything, plus seeing the bounce in your step afterward...

Yeah. It was worth it.

"What, you only like me for my money now?" he teased, nudging you, Taking off his blazer and tying it around his waist for obvious reasons. You were far too excited to notice it. 

"Of course not, you idiot!" you swatted him, laughing.

He could've melted right there.

You were everything he was working for. And you were falling for it perfectly.

"You're so perfect.." He murmured, watching you skip ahead. 

---

Sleepovers started happening every weekend.

Unless Reo had an away game, you were at his house. Always. 

It helped that your parents loved him, they weren't around much but even so. Any parent would be thrilled to know their daughter was close to a Mikage anyway. 

Right now, you were curled up on his couch, watching a movie while Tsuioku and Nagi were passed out nearby(they were actually curled up together on the other side of the couch, and yes you got a picture). 

You had a blanket thrown over you, your legs tucked up, and your head resting on a cushion. Reo sat next to you, close enough to brush against. If you weren't laying on the couch you might have been invading his space. 

"Feel better?" he whispered, patting your head gently. Tearing his eyes off the movie he wasn't really watching to begin with. 

"Mhm.." you hummed, not even questioning the affection anymore. You liked it. You didn't even pretend to hide it. Reo was warm and soft and made you feel calm. It wasn't weird to you anymore.

He did it to Nagi too, thats a small excuse you had planned incase anyone would ask. 

You reached up and touched the little diamond necklace around your neck, the one he gave you for your birthday just a few weekends ago, and smiled quietly to yourself.

Reo's been... a really, really good friend. More than that honestly. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this supported. He always let you rant to him, infact he encouraged it. He always let you do what you wanted.. always cared about you.. 

He truly was perfect. 

"Thanks for inviting us over again, Reo." you murmured, voice a little sleepy. His hand on your head luring you to sleep gradually over the time he kept it there. 

He felt like he was going to combust on the spot watching your eyelashes flutter after you voiced your exhaustion.

Your voice. That tone. That gratitude. Everything was making his body burn, and if not for the blanket he had over hip lap, he might have been in trouble. 

"Of course Y/n, you can come over whenever you want." He murmured softly, smiling down at you even if you couldn't see it. 

He wanted to grab your face and kiss you breathless. Hold you, break you, bend you over the couch and make you finally his. Maybe you guys could have a few kids? What would they look like? 

He threaded his fingers through your hair slowly, keeping his breathing steady. Trying his best to keep his composure. 

You blushed a little at his bold touch, suddenly realizing how intimate the position was.

"...Am I making you uncomfortable?" you asked, already starting to move away, you didn't even know why. You just didn't want to lose Reo, even if he's the one who started it. 

You were quite frankly, freaking out for no reason.

"No." he said quickly, pressing his hand gently on your head to keep you close. And maybe just maybe admiring how his strength kept you in place.. and how easily he could hold you.. you were so fragile here and you were letting him touch you! What else would you let him do..?

Maybe he should chill out. "If I'M making you uncomfortable, just tell me." he finally spoke up, red dusting his own cheeks. 

You laughed and peeled his hand off., much to his displeasure "Whatever you idiot."

He smiled. You were so, so close to falling. Before you laid your head back down, he pulled you closer to him. You didn't know what was happening until he held your head and pressed it onto his chest. 

BUMP BUMP BUMP

---

It's been another week.

And that tiny crush?

It's huge now.

You catch yourself looking for him in the halls, texting him good morning, waiting for his compliments. His smiles. His attention. Everything. 

And he's always there. All the time. Reo's always there.

A little too perfectly sure.. but you don't even care at this point! 

So what if he always seems to show up right when you're about to cry. Or when someone looks at you the wrong way, or says something that makes you anxious. So what if he somehow, always knows.

You don't question it, too hooked on him. Waiting for HIM. 

But maybe you should.

--- 

The chauffeur stops at the private gate like usual, but this time it's weirdly quiet, no Nagi gaming in the foyer, no Tsuioku rifling through the snack bar. Just Reo waiting on the front steps, hands behind his back, twilight hitting his beautiful hair perfectly.

You watch as he walks to the car, and opens the door for you. His hand wraps around yours to help you out, and you could feel your heart melting as soon as he did so.

You get out of the car safely, the car speeding away once Reo smiled at you and brought you through his gate. "Where is everybody?" You questioned, looking around curiously. 

"Elsewhere." He gave you a mischievous tilt of his lips. "Tonight's small. Just you, you told me you prefer those kinds of things awhile ago. Just let me surprise you okay?" 

Your heart does that fluttery skip you've stopped pretending to ignore. He remembered the off-hand comment you made three weeks ago? Of course he did.

The house lights are dim, but the study door is propped open. A single string of fairy lights traces the bookshelves; on the center table sits a tiny homemade cake, two layers, vanilla, and your favorite filling peeking out the sides. Theres one candle. 

Beside it on the table was a neat envelope and a velvet ring box tied with a lavender ribbon. 

You stare, throat suddenly tight. What was this for? Why was there a ring box? "Reo, this is-" He scratches the back of his neck, suddenly shy. "I baked it. I swear it's edible.. i'm actually really good at baking.. "

You laugh, more breath than sound. He made you a cake. Mikage Reo, billionaire heir, dusted his own countertops for you. Your cheeks were flushed, and you were over the moon. But still nervous, and he could see it. 

"Sit?" he offers, pulling out the chair like he always does. Plates, forks, and the playlist you love is queued at a low volume.

He waits until you blow out the lone candle, eyes glued to the way you close yours to make a wish, then sets his hands down on the table softly, reaching for your hands which you gave to him. 

"I need to tell you something..." he starts, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "I've liked you since the first week we got paired up. Actually.. since the moment you tripped over the projector cord but that doesn't fully matter right now."

Your cheeks burn. And he scrambles to fix it and make you feel less embarrassed. But your expression was totally worth the mini humiliation. He should do it more often. 

"Point is, I like you. A lot. Enough that 'friend' doesn't feel right anymore." He lets go of your hands and slides the little ring box closer. "So... can I be more?"

The room goes hushed except for the your favorite song in the back round. You open the box, softly setting the ribbon next to it. 

Inside gleams a slim white-gold band, two tiny amethyst chips flanking a delicate diamond. 

"Oh..." you whisper, touched and a little dizzy. You could feel your eyes tearing up, as you covered your mouth. "Reo.. it's beautiful."

His shoulders drop, relief and anticipation tangled. "It's a promise ring.." he explains. "Promises that I'll show up, every time. That we'll celebrate big wins and tiny Tuesdays. That... I'm yours, if you want me."

You don't notice the fraction-of-a-second glint behind his eyes as he lifts your hand. All you feel is the gentle slide of cool metal over your finger, the fit suspiciously perfect.

He didn't wait for your answer, but you couldn't hold it in you to care. 

"I want you." you admit, breath shaking. "I- yeah. I do."

His answering smile could power city blocks. He cups your face with one of his hands, and rubs your tears away soothingly. "Good. I don't plan on letting go." 

---

A few hours later, you now lay with Reo out on his balcony. The moonlight catching you both. 

You're curled against him on the cushioned swing, blanket around both shoulders. The ring catches lamplight every time you gesture through another story, how Rika's been utterly silent online, how the project's almost done. 

It feels good, strangely grounding, like you've always worn it. You had that same purple ribbon from the box now braided into your hair, you had Reo's clothes on as well. 

Everything you had, was from your boyfriend.  

 He only half listens to you, the other half of him is busy memorizing the ring on your finger, how it moves when you talk. Your heartbeat and your hair, your smell and your eyes. Everything was for this moment. 

But he still wants more. 

"Thank you.." you say for maybe the fifth time, turning so your temple rests against his bicep. "For making tonight perfect."

"Of course love." he says simply, kissing the crown of your head. "Everything for you."

---

A week later, you notice something. It starts small, but you caught on eventually. 

A read-receipt in the group chat with no reply. A wave across the hallway that goes unanswered. By lunch, the table where you, Tsuioku, and two other friends usually crowd is... empty.

You stand there with a tray of food, blinking in confusion. Finally you text the groupchat, only to see how all your other messages were ignored as well.

Not like it was new, but it still hurt. 

you: where'd everyone go??

Nobody types back after a few minutes, and you start to frown. 

A laugh sounds behind you, and Reo comes over with a gentle smile.  "Looks like I'm right on time." he says, nudging you toward the table. "Hungry?"

You tell yourself it's fine, just a scheduling fluke. But the quiet digs under your fingernails. 

Did you do something? Was Rika making up rumors again? You fail to ignore how Reo’s alone this time with no nagi.

- - -

Tsuioku walks past your locker after your last class, phone pressed to his ear. He sees you, you're absolutely sure he does- but jerks a quick turn down the stairwell. Your stomach drops when you finally realize. 

He's avoiding you. Your best friend, is avoiding you. 

But why? 

Reo texts two seconds later, asking you to meet him at the Library, saying he brought you the candy you like. You almost say no, you should hunt Tsu down, demand answers.. but you spot your reflection in the trophy-case glass with puffy eyes, and a sagging ribbon. 

You choose the lemon candy.

---

You're still gripping your phone, staring at the silent group chat, when Reo jogs over. Sweat-damp hair, jersey half untucked, but even after soccer practice he still looks perfect. 

"Coach let us out early." He drops beside you, shoulder bumping yours. "Why the sad face baby?"

You swallow, turning to look at him with a small frown, worry in your eyes. "I think... everyone's mad at me."

He frowns, bringing up his hand to rub your back. "Who needs them? I'm here."

Your frown cracks even more, tugging at your lips. "Reo, I need my friends.."

"Do you?" he interrupts, gentle but firm. "People drift. Could be exams. Could be rumors they're scared of. Doesn't mean you did something wrong."

He watches the way your eyes widen, anger and hurt dancing in them before finally they landed on acceptance. "Yeah.. you're right. Ill just wait.." you murmur softly, leaning your head against him. 

"Let me take your mind off it, yeah?" He hums, rubbing your head. 

That same night, he does. 

The sky is navy velvet when his driver drops you at a tiny dock behind the Mikage yacht club. Lanterns bob on ropes, reflecting in black water like a trail of coins. He leads you onto one of the boats, and brings you to the back where you could see the stars.  

There's a blanket, a thermos of cocoa judging by the sweet smell, and a small portable speaker playing that same playlist again.

Reo kicks off his shoes, plops down onto the blanket, and pats the spot beside him. You sigh and sit, he drapes his jacket over your shoulders even though the night's still warm. The actions melt your heart, just as he always manages to do to you. 

"You always do the most.." you whisper, leaning into him once more. He's become your pillar, in every way possible.

"I like seeing you relaxed love." he says, bumping your knee. "Besides, I've been thinking about... bigger futures lately. Us taking trips, building things together..." His gaze drifts to the horizon. "Maybe even a family, someday."

A family? 

The word lands like a pebble in still water, ripples you can't quite read. You stare at your promise ring. It glints under the lantern light. You aren't fully opposed to the idea of a family, but not atleast for maybe.. 10 years..? 

"Reo, that's... sweet, but I don't know if I want that. Not now, at least." You finish with a light laugh, not realizing how he took your words. He's quiet for a beat too long. Then his smile returns, smaller, tighter. 

Not like you notice. 

"Not now, sure..." His thumb strokes the back of your hand. "But someday?"

You shrug, slightly uncomfortable with how he asked again. "Let's... see where life goes first. I want to finish school, figure out my career and then maybe.." A breeze lifts his hair, those deep purple eyes staring at you sharply. “I can give you any career you want.”

"I want to earn it." you answer, softer than before. Trying to coax him away from the topic before. He cups your cheek, turning your face up until his smile is the only star you see. "Alright. One step at a time. First step, cheer you up. How am I doing?"

Your chest eases at the playful tone. "Better already." You peel his hands off you to instead give him a kiss, and he melts into it like putty. 

---

You scroll your feed, still nothing. The group chat had actually been deleted by someone a few days ago, and it hurts. It hurts so bad. A shaky sigh leaves you. You twist the promise ring, half-thinking to slip it off and massage the stiffness underneath.

You pull it slightly, and a tiny, barely there prick nicks your finger under it.  You flinch, blink and then rub the spot. Theres no mark though, your phone buzzing drags you out of your thoughts, and you grabbed your phone to read the new messages. 

Reo<3: made it home?

you: yeah :) thank you for tonight

Reo<3: can I come over? 

you: sure I GUESS

The loneliness eases at the thought of your boyfriend being here. Maybe you don't need a huge circle. Maybe one person could actually be enough. 

You dont know what you would do without him. 

..

You weren't supposed to stay up this late. Him coming over meant you thought it was just another movie night, another lazy evening where Reo and you would just hang out. But after a movie and some talking, it went south. 

Now you're sitting on the edge of your bed, wearing one of his oversized shirts that you stole awhile ago, and a pair of shorts. Your hair is still damp from the shower you took earlier, expecting to go to bed after. 

But he stayed over. 

Reo comes out of the bathroom in his loose hoodie and sweats, towel-drying his hair with one hand. "Hey baby." He grins at you, content with his shower. "Hi there handsome." You smile back, a bit shy with how domestic everything felt. 

You could do this everyday.  

"I still can't believe how perfect you are.." he murmurs, stepping closer until he's in front of you. His thumb brushes a drop of water from your cheek, and your stomach flutters. His hands are so warm, and his eyes are so full of sweetness you could feel your own teeth rotting. 

You swallow hard, adams apple bobbing. 

He leans down, just a little, close enough that you can feel his breath against your skins. He so close you feel like you could explode. "Can I kiss you?"

You nod before you think about it.

The kiss is soft, so soft you almost don't notice how fast your pulse is racing. Your hands instinctively reach for his hoodie, holding on tightly. The kiss deepens slowly. His fingers graze your jaw, then your neck, then reach down to your breasts. 

Oh. Thats whats happening. 

That's when something shifts in your chest, literally. Your mind stumbles with a tiny, worried thought, and you pull back just slightly, breath shaky from the kiss.  

"Reo..." you whisper, eyes meeting his. "What if I.. I don't know... what if I got pregnant?" You’re terrified of becoming a teen mother. You don’t think you can handle it.

He pauses, just for a heartbeat. Pulling away from you slightly, hands still on you but with a understanding smile to try and and calm you down. It doesn't help. 

His eyes are so full of lust now they look cloudy. Suddenly it doesn't feel as safe or comforting anymore. No more sweetness in his gaze.

"You're on the pill, remember?" he says calmly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "I check the schedule for you too. You're safe sweetheart. I'd never let anything bad happen to you."

That reassurance, the way he says it, the way he holds you while he says it, melts some of the tension in your shoulders. But you still don't feel ready. Its too early. 

"It's just- I've never, you know..." You try to send a hint, but if he catches it he doesn't care. Reo wouldn't do that to you though, right? If you didn't want to he wouldn't make you would he? 

"Shhh.." He shushes you, bringing his hands away from you to slowly push your back onto the bed. 

You immediately panic at his actions. "R-reo?! Reo I don't- I'm not ready!" Your voice is a whimper, your hands are shaking as you grip onto his hoodie. He looks down at you, smiling, like always. "Yes you are, you can do it love. Its okay, I got you." He gasps after, intoxicated at the sight of you fully on your back, looking up at him fearfully. 

He may be a sadist.

His hands brush your shirt up, rubbing up and down your sides. "Reo I can't-" You desperately claw his hands off you. "Im your boyfriend, i've been waiting so long for this." He frowned at you, and it felt weird seeing your Reo look so dejected. 

It hurt.

"You trust me right?" He pushes, hands grazing down until they hit the waistband of your shorts. You jolt when he rips them off clean, along with your underwear. 

"Reo!" You choked out, cool air hitting your heat. Your legs instantly snapped shut, breathing rapid at the thought of, why would Reo do this? 

"Oh sweetheart.." He purred gently, running his fingers over your thighs and down to your knees. Your elbows held you up slightly, it was uncomfortable, you were uncomfortable. And yet his touch brought sparks. 

"Reo please.." You mumbled, looking at him through teary eyes. You've always planned to have sex with Reo but not like this. You're inexperienced, scared and sobbing at this point. You can see Reo glance at you, before back down at your closed legs. 

"You'll like it, I promise." He said, almost sounding out of breath as his hands pry your legs open. And to try and close them again proved almost impossible, as Reo was an athlete, and alot stronger. 

He could feel you resisting, and your tears kept falling. The small whines of his name… god. All of it pooled into his erection. 

“So so pretty..”

You jolted when you felt hot breath on your entrance, and your body jerked. Legs trying to snap close once more, but a pinch to your thigh made you yelp. "Stop that." He growled from between your legs, his eyes, slightly covered by your thighs, looked dark. 

And terrifying. 

"Reo pl-" 

"Just relax, let me do this for you." His words were like honey, and you gasped when he licked a stripe up your pussy. Hips instinctively bucking up, his hands moved so one could hold your thighs open, and one held you down by your stomach. 

"Reo..." You whined, hands moving to your face to cover it in shame. Disgust filled your being, dread came second. 

Your boyfriend.. your love.. Reo..

His hair tickled your legs, and next came his lips on your clit. Sucking lightly while sensually rubbing your inner thigh. For a virgin, he was good. Or maybe it was because it’s your first time. You could even feel your hands gripping the sheets instead of covering your head. 

Disgusting.

Small whines of bretrayal and pleasure escaped you, and once Reo deemed you weren't going anywhere, he brought both hands to spread your pussy apart. Watching the way it glistened with hungry eyes. 

He glanced up at your sniffling face, you looked adorable like this. He caught the glimmer of the promise ring in the sheets and smirked, before diving back into your heat, happy he gave himself more room to work with. 

"ah..aH -ah-!" You pathetically whimpered as he lapped at you, tongue expertly swirling around your nub at a steady speed. 

"Say my name baby." He hummed from in between your legs, the vibrations from his voice causing a jolt of electricity to hit you, and when you didn't reply he pulled away. Chin drenched in your juices. 

You breathed heavily at the loss of pleasure, unable to know if you were happy or sad that he stopped. "Babyyy.. you can hear me right?" He cooed, bringing a hand up to your stomach and rubbing it softly. 

"Mhm.." You hummed, and he only chuckled softly before you heard something drop to the floor. Causing you to look at Reo. "What are you.." Your eyes widened to see him in his boxers, tent easily able to be seen. 

You panicked again. Shuffling up higher on your bed as Reo only shook his head with an easy smile. "It’s okay baby, you can take it." He said playfully, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back onto your back until you lined up with him. 

You can’t do this.

"Reo I don't want too!" He cut your blabbering off when he took off his boxers, erection on display. 

There was no way he could fit. You can't do this. 

"Stop Reo!" You thrash, but he grabs under your thighs and sinks into your heat, the stretch immediately making you freeze up and wince. 

"I know baby.. it’s okay. Just relax like before, you liked me eating you out so why wont you like this? Be a good girl for me." He purred, sinking into you slowly, caressing your thighs when you started to sob again. 

There was no actual foreplay, so it hurt. It burned. At least your slick from before helped a bit.

When he finally bottomed out, you had no idea on how to feel. Violated? Did you like this? It was okay right? 

"Hey sweetheart? Im gonna start moving now okay?" He hummed, and you shook your head no quickly, but as soon as he started thrusting you keened. Recoiling slightly at the new sensations and waves of pain it brought. 

"Ow ow ow.. ah..." You whimpered, putting both hands on his chest to try and push him away. But with each touch, he only seemed to bully your cunt harder. Until he had thrown your legs over his shoulders and had the bed hitting the wall. 

Over.. and over.. and over.. 

"I can feel you tightening up baby. Are you gonna cum?" He playfully grunted, bring his head down to your next, suckling at your skin and marking it as he goes. 

"Reooooo.." You whined, wrapping your arms behind his back, unknowingly scratching him. Not like he minded. "Hm?" He teased, bringing a hand up to knead your breast until your breast was arching.

"Be a good girl and cum for me." And you did, lightning hitting your body and crys of pain and pleasure escaping you. 

He chuckled lightly before locking his arms around your limp torso, holding you on him as he came inside you. The warm sensation causing you to whimper once more.

“Are we done..?” You whispered, dry tear stains on your cheeks and puffy eyes staring up at him.

“Not even close.”

That went on for hours, and hours, and more hours. Until he had to carry you into the bath to bathe you. And you were a twitching, terrified, fucked out mess. 

---

Two weeks later, you're staring at the half-eaten bag of sour gummies on your desk. It's the second one you've finished this week.

You're not even that into sour gummies! 

And your jeans? The cute pair with the heart-stitched pockets? They're tight now. You had to unbutton them after lunch. Your skin feels hot and sensitive and you've obviously gained weight ever since.. 

You blink down, staring at your stomach. 

No way.

Your heart starts pounding as you pull out your phone, fingers trembling, tears threatening to leave your eyes. 

you: hey

you: idk if this is stupid

you: but can u buy a test??

you: like a pregnancy one

you: please don't freak out. I'm probs overthinking.

You stare at the screen. Immediately, the typing bubble appears.

Reo: I'll be there in 10.

The world feels weirdly muffled as you sit on the edge of his porcelain tub, hands pressed between your knees. The box sits open on the counter. The test is ticking down on the sink. Two minutes. Maybe three.

Reo crouches in front of you, holding both your hands in his. 

It doesn't feel as safe as it would have two weeks before. 

"Hey. Look at me." He murmurs. You glance up, eyes already glossing over. He smiles. Its still so soft, and even after what happened, you still smile back. Only this time its broken looking. 

"You're not alone baby."  he says, voice like silk. "No matter what it says."

You bite your lip and look away from him. "But if it's.. Reo, I'm seventeen. This wasn't supposed to- my life isn't—what if I—"

"You won't do this alone." he cuts in, voice firmer now. "Okay? I'll take care of everything. School, your family, doctor appointments.. I'll fix it all."

The timer on your phone buzzes. And you reach for the test, choking out a sob at the sight of two pink lines. Reo leans in to peek. And then he exhales... almost like relief. You really hope it isnt. 

"Oh my god.." you whisper, voice shaking. "Oh shit- oh shit—" You stumble up, the test falls onto the floor, and you clutch your stomach. "This can't be real- how?! I was on the pill! Reo I was on the pill!"

"I know." he says smoothly, stepping forward, arms already out to steady you. "That's why it's so strange. Maybe you forgot?”

You stare at him, hands covering your mouth. "No—I—I took them! Every morning! I was careful! I—" He catches you before you crumple completely, arms wrapping tightly around your frame as your shoulders shake.

"I can't do this.." you whisper, crying in his arms. "I can't—I'm not ready. I don't even want kids right now—"

"You don't have to decide anything today.." Reo says, brushing your hair back with one hand. "We have time. I'll help you figure it out, I swear. You're not alone."

You haven't told anyone yet, you just curled into Reo's arms on your bed, not saying much, mind still reeling. You need to get an abortion. But would Reo let you? 

He held you the entire time. Hummed a lullaby under his breath. Rubbed circles into your lower back. He's still so sweet to you. Have you been overthinking it? 

"I'll be the best dad.. you’ll never be able to leave now.” he murmured, so quietly you almost thought you imagined it.

You didn't respond to him, because you simply weren't ready. But that didn't stop the warmth from pooling in your chest.Not love. Not happiness.

Just... the need for someone to tell you it's okay. And Reo's voice is very good at telling you it's okay.

---

You corner Reo at school where the corridor is empty and the fluorescents flicker. Heart hammering, you blurt it all in one breath, ready to flee as soon as you can. 

"Reo, I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore.. the baby, the pressure... Us. I need out."

For a split second something cold flashes across his eyes, then the gentle smile returns. You feel so bad, your hearts breaking infront of him, and yet he makes no other moves. 

"If that's what you want." he says softly, "I won't stop you."

You swallow the lump in your throat and walk away, shaking but relieved.

---

At the clinic, three towns over, you've booked under a fake name, paid cash, double-checked your dates. Yet the nurse forces a regretful smile and reads from a chart you've never seen.

"Gestation appears beyond the legal window. I'm so sorry.. we can't help."

You protest, beg, point out the impossible math. Nothing moves the line. You leave with shaking knees, a stamped "DECLINED" form, and no explanation.

---

One week later, your world comes crashing down. 

On Monday, you have three anonymous posts claiming you're "peddling fake sob stories for cash."

Tuesday, a blurry photo of you outside the clinic circulates with captions like "attention seeker" and "Whore!"

Wednesday, rumors, teachers "lose" your assignments, a sudden plagiarism flag knocks two grades to failing.

Thursday, your parents get an anonymous envelope your ultrasound marked 23 weeks. You havent even been pregnant for FOUR. 

The walls of your life close in, brick by brick. Everyone avoids you, your family deems you a disgrace.  And you seriously wonder if this is all because you broke up with Reo. 

---

It's raining sideways. You're crouched under a tree, fists in your hair, phone buzzing nonstop. Reo, your ex, steps through the downpour, umbrella tilting over you both.

"Hey.." he murmurs, worry stitched into every syllable, "I heard what people are saying.. "

You snap at him, tears in your eyes and bags even worse. "It's all your fault! I broke up with you and suddenly the world hates me?" the rain blurs everything, and his pleased smile. "Did you bribe that clinic? Did you start these rumors?"

He kneels, unbothered by the mud. "Listen to me." His voice is velvet, calming you even though you hated it. "Life is messy without protection. I can fix this.. wipe the gossip, restore your grades, clear everything. All you have to do is come back. Let me take care of you."

Your heartbeat clatters against your ribs, arms wrapping around yourself and eyes full of hope that maybe.. you can get your life back. "..And if I don't?" You asked the worst question anyway. 

He exhales through a sad smile. "Then it gets worse love. Universities. Employers too. People will disappear." His fingers brush the promise ring still clinging to your hand, you never took it off. "I'd hate for you to struggle when I can make it all... perfect."

Cold dread spiders up your spine, but so does a desperate, traitorous relief. Because he could make it stop. With a single phone call. You've seen it happen. You need it too happen. 

You need Reo. He made sure you would.

"You said you loved me right? You love me?" you whisper, half-plea, half-begging for reassurance. And he rubs the top of your head just like the first time he did at the sleepover. 

"I do." he answers instantly. "Enough to give you the world, or take it away if it hurts you sweetheart." 

"Come home with me. Rest. We'll figure out the future together."

[cloudedcreams]

[nsfw] thinking of an obsessive! ex with a darling who lets him hit one more time.

he presses a kiss against your lips, pushing his tongue inside as his hands wrap themselves around your waist. you can hear his muffled groans spilling into your lips as he passionately grinds himself against you, and when he pulls back the both of you are breathless, and it takes him only a moment before he lunges forward to place marks against your neck.

“y-your pussy’s fucking… perfect…” he trails off, desire leaking from his tone as he thrusts himself into you. though he can barely stop himself from seeing ecstasy he’s managing the strength to try and look you in the eyes, to scan your face over as he moans and to let the sight arouse him further.

“t-tell me that you love me. i-i wanna hear you say it, nghh, call out my fucking name and l-let me hear you lie to me.” he’s begging. his voice is shaking and he can barely force his words out but you can make out tears in his eyes as he pleads, both desperate and shameless.

and you don’t love him. you can barely find it in yourself to lie to him, to push his delusions and to think about later. to lie to him would only entangle yourself further in his mind, but it’s all he wants you to do.

he slows down, his cock throbbing inside you as he does. and he leans in towards you, his lips shaking as he presses them against your ear, to place a kiss upon them and whisper.

“i-i won’t go any faster if you don’t tell me, baby. lie to me. e-even if it’s not true, even though you hate me. lie to me because you know it feels good.” he’s saying.

he wants you to tell him you missed him, to tell him you’re glad you remembered the little things, to tell him you’re so fucking glad he’s still obsessed with you, because he knows that you’ll plague his thoughts until he dies.

[dumdumbun]

[doomedl-ove]

I'm a sucker for fucked up relationships. Unhinged obsession. Limitless devotion. Love to the point of destruction.

[chalktea]

yeah no shit i bite and proudly

Please talk to me i don't bite (lie)

[hisenemy]

How was your day?

[rimzaaa]

You Belong To Me

Series!

Chapter Three: The Man Behind The Mask

Pairing: Dark! Inho(Frontman) x Fem!Reader (y/n)

Fandom: Squid Game (오징어 게임)

Summary: He watched her long before she even knew he existed. Now she’s under his roof. Under his cameras. But she doesn't know yet — She was never meant to leave.

Warnings: Possessive behavior, obsession, stalking tendencies, morally grey protagonist, emotional intensity, dark themes, psychological manipulation, hints of unhealthy attachment, power dynamics.

Author's Note: Thank you for all the love you showed for chapter one and two. Get ready to feel the obsession leak through every word. We’ve only just begun peeling back the layers of the Frontman — the man, the monster, and maybe… the lover?

Words Count: 1452

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Inho had always been a man of discipline.

Since the day he slipped that black mask on and became the Frontman, he followed every rule with precision. Controlled every breath. Suppressed every weakness. Shut out every human part of himself.

But that was before Player 222 walked into his game.

Now, he found himself alone in his office, staring at the large screen on the wall where the players were walking back to the dormitory, the room filled with cold steel bunk beds stacked one over another.

They all looked shaken — pale and hollow-eyed after the first game.

They thought it was simple. Red Light, Green Light.

They didn’t know it came with blood.

Then… she appeared on the screen, the camera shifting, focusing in on her.

Her name burned in his chest like a curse and a craving.

He got up from his leather armchair, moving closer to the screen, his black glove grazing over her image.

“Mine.”

The word escaped under his breath like a snarl — as if saying it aloud might somehow make it real.

She didn’t know.

She didn’t know how long he had been watching her — years, not days.

He still remembered the first time he saw her at his home, back when she used to visit Junho. She had smiled at his mother in the kitchen, unaware of the man in the shadows upstairs watching her through the railing. That single smile had imprinted itself in his mind.

And when she joined the police force?

He kept tabs.

He told himself it was to protect Junho’s friend.

But it wasn’t.

It was obsession. A slow-burning madness.

And now… she was here.

In his world.

Under his roof.

Under his rules.

And yet, she didn’t even know.

Didn’t know who he was.

Didn’t know who she belonged to.

Inho walked back to his armchair and slowly sank into the leather, jaw tight as a memory flashed — her laughter from the past, her voice calling Junho’s name… never his.

He had everything now. Power. Control.

But her…

He still didn’t have her.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

His gloved fingers reached for a button beside him, zooming the camera in further.

She was standing amongst the players, staring up at the massive glass piggy bank suspended from the ceiling — slowly filling with the blood-earned prize money.

She looked terrified.

But composed.

Brave, even in the face of death.

His expression darkened.

“I’ll keep you safe,”

“But I’ll make sure you never leave.”

He poured himself a drink, eyes never leaving the screen.

And somewhere inside him, the lines blurred between love and obsession.

Between protector and captor.

Between the Frontman… and the broken man underneath the mask.

He took a slow sip, but the burn of the whiskey did nothing to calm the storm building inside him.

She was still there, standing quietly among the others, her gaze drawn up to the glass piggy bank now filled with the winnings of their first blood-soaked game.

Her lips parted slightly — in awe, in fear, he didn’t know.

He hated not knowing.

Suddenly, he stood up and strode out of the office and down the hallway with purposeful steps until he reached the darkened private quarters none dared to enter.

The one place in this entire facility that didn’t have a single camera.

Only he had access.

He stepped inside and moved to the far cabinet built into the wall — a hidden drawer, easily missed.

He slid it open slowly.

Inside lay a small black hair tie.

He stared at it for a long moment, before lifting it delicately with his gloved hand.

It was old, stretched out slightly. Meaningless to anyone else.

But he remembered the exact moment she’d left it behind — back when she used to visit Junho.

She’d come over one afternoon, her hair in a messy ponytail, hands carrying bags of groceries for their mother who’d been unwell. She had smiled, laughed even — a sound that had wrapped around his ribs like chains.

When she left later that evening, the tie had been there on the edge of the table.

No one else had noticed.

But he had.

He always did.

Inho held the tie between his fingers now, brushing his thumb over the fabric, as if the touch might summon the warmth of her again.

He placed the tie back in its place gently.

Next to it sat a small wooden box — closed, untouched.

He didn’t open it.

Didn’t need to.

Just knowing it was there was enough to make his throat tighten with something feral.

He closed the drawer.

Stepped back.

And whispered low into the empty room, “You never even knew… you belonged to me long before this game began.”

He walked back into his office, composed on the outside — storming within.

The monitor screen had shifted to a new feed: the players were gathered once again. This time, for the vote.

He stood still, watching each person step up one by one, hesitating, torn between fear and desperation.

Some pressed the red X, others the blue O — a choice between leaving and staying. Life or money. Sanity or greed.

And then… her turn came.

His gloved fingers curled slowly at his side.

She stood still for a moment. Staring at the buttons. Contemplating.

He could see it all in her eyes — the battle between survival and exhaustion, between hope and despair. He thought, for a fleeting second, she might choose O. Stay. Play.

But then… her trembling finger hovered… and pressed the red X.

Inho’s jaw clenched. Not in anger — in pain.

She wanted to leave.

Of course she did.

This place was death.

But she couldn’t.

Because fate — and his obsession — wouldn’t let her go.

The vote ended. The results were clear. The majority had chosen to stay.

And the players returned to the beds to sleep, their faces hollow and heavy with things they didn’t yet understand.

The camera zoomed in on her.

She had curled up on the lower bunk bed, knees pulled to her chest, back pressed to the cold wall, eyes glossy with silent tears. Not sobbing. Not dramatic. Just broken in the quietest way — the way that cracked him open more than any scream ever could.

Inho stood motionless in front of the screen.

Then, slowly, he moved forward.

Like a moth drawn helplessly to the flame, he pressed his gloved hand against the screen — right over her figure.

And then leaned his forehead against the cold glass, his breath fogging it slightly as he closed his eyes, murmuring low enough that only the room heard him.

“Don’t cry, baby… this will all end soon.”

He let the silence sit for a moment.

His voice deepened, harsher now, darker.

“I’ll bring you peace. One way or another. You don’t ever have to be afraid again — not of the games, not of the world.”

“Because I’ll burn it all down for you if I have to.”

He opened his eyes, watching the screen again.

“You’re not leaving, angel. Not yet. Not without me.”

His fingers dropped from the screen slowly, as if letting go of her hurt.

He turned, the long coat rustling behind him as he walked across the room — every step slow, calculated. The quiet hum of machinery filled the space, broken only by the faint static as he picked up the black walkie-talkie from his desk.

He pressed the side.

“Officer” he said, voice low and clipped.

A second passed before the other end crackled to life.

“Yes, sir?”

“There’s a player I want watched closely.” He paused, eyes flicking back to the screen behind him — her figure still small and curled on the lower bunk. “Player 222.”

The other end hesitated. “Is she a threat?”

“No,” Inho answered darkly, “She’s the only thing that matters.”

A beat of silence.

“Have a guard watch her at all times. Quietly. No suspicion. Just in case someone gets… stupid.”

“Understood, sir. I’ll assign a discreet rotation.”

Inho didn’t reply. He simply set the walkie-talkie down, slower this time, the echo of it sharp in the quiet.

He looked at the screen one final time, his expression unreadable beneath the mask resting beside him.

But in his chest — something tightened.

Something raw.

Something dangerous.

And with that, he turned off the monitor.

Darkness took the screen.

And the man behind the mask, once again, disappeared into shadow.

Chapter 4

[shcyn]

— Dog Themed Ask Game ( by @shcyn ) :

▪︎ Mutt – I need to own you.

▪︎ Puppy – Can I be yours ? Please I need to be yours.

▪︎ Hound – If I asked you to be mine, could you say yes ?

▪︎ Pooch – I need us to fuse and become one.

▪︎ Claws – I need you to maul me.

▪︎ Paws – I need to maul you.

▪︎ Bark – You are mine. I won't let anyone else have you.

▪︎ Howl – I want to make a shrine dedicated to you.

▪︎ Collar – I need to kidnap you. I won't ever let you go outside without me.

▪︎ Pet – I love you so much it hurt.

▪︎ Ball – Will you ever look at me ?

▪︎ Toy – I could change my entire being to be perfect for you.

▪︎ Fur – You will never get rid of me.

▪︎ Companion – I want to know everything about you.

▪︎ Trainer – I will make you love me. Don't resist it.

[st3f13ily]

Encore Of Obsession

Pairing: Yandere Saja Boys x Reader

Genre: Kpop, Demon, Yandere, Supernatural Obsession

Summary : But the tour is over. You planned to leave. They have… other plans. Because of the SA'JA, love isn't a feeling. It's a possession.

You close the dressing room door.

The crowd's roars still echo through the venue, but you're already halfway through zipping your travel bag. You're quitting. This job was meant to be temporary. You weren't supposed to feel watched all the time. You weren't supposed to find roses and other types of flowers every night in every corner of your house.

You weren't supposed to be followed home every night.

But now, you know. The SA'JA boys weren't human idols. They were demon sirens in designer leather, creatures wrapped in flawless visuals and sharpened smiles.

And now… they're behind you.

Five shadows. Five sets of eyes. Five obsessions.

The door behind you slams shut.

The light flickered.

It was Jinu, staring at you with his Demon eyes, staring at you like he was about to take your soul any moment. But he can't, because you were the only one that they can't seem to control, to take, to surrender everything you've got. You were immune to them, you are immune to them, to these Demon Sirens.

You're trapped. In a room with five beautiful monsters who love you far, far too much.

He steps forward first, slow and calm. Always calm.

"Leaving?" Jinu murmurs, eyes unreadable. "Without telling us goodbye?"

Abby then stepped forward, chuckling as he says "Pft, you can't leave, we even packed the snacks you like, we even wrote you a song. Wanna hear?"

He starts humming.

You feel nothing. As always.

He stares at you, then at his own trembling hands.

"I… I killed that stylist you didn't like." he whispers, voice cracking. "I listened. Doesn't that count for something?"

"Abs, move." Baby says, voice low. He looks at you like he's dissecting you.

He calls out your name and then he murmurs, walking in a slow circle around you, "Do you even know what your real memories are?"

You go cold.

"I could erase them," his voice is deep but it has some gentleness. "Make you love me. Make you hate them. Make you forget that you ever tried to leave."

His fingers brush your temple.

"Want me to?"

"Enough," Jinu's voice echoed, then Romance stepped in front of Baby with a smirk. "She doesn't need force. She needs to feel."

He takes your hand.

"I remember every time you looked at me. Every half-smile. Every time you didn't run when we were alone."

His grip tightens.

"You wanted me too. Didn't you?"

Your voice shakes. "No."

He laughs. "Lie to me again. I dare you."

Mystery skips in, barefoot, lips stained red.

"I brought you a gift." he finally spoke, holding out something small and velvet.

You open it.

It's the different types of flowers that kept haunting you every night, every night when you thought you were alone in your house but different types flowers kept appearing in every corner.

"I cleaned your apartment. I burned your trash. I made everything perfect for when you come home—to us."

His smile turns glassy.

"You're not leaving," he whispers. "Are you?"

Their voices rise in perfect harmony—an unsung encore only you can hear.

Your ears ring.

Your body trembles.

But your soul stays yours.

Still immune.

Still resisting.

And that… only makes them want you more.

[devotedriven]

Every time you laugh I want to press my mouth to yours. Not out of love. Out of need. I want to taste the sound of it. Keep it for myself.

[thefavouritelamb]

you have some serious fucking daddy issues, not even kidding. fortunately for you, your older yan!boyfriend is here to help you out in fulfilling your fantasies.

he can read you like a book. there's a flush to your cheeks when he kisses your knuckles, dresses you in the prettiest of dresses, praises you while you sit nicely on his lap. he's a wonder to be with because he knows everything that you need—even the ones you didn't know about.

he will make you cum so prettily too. you're bundled up in his embrace, fucking you so roughly but he's muttering sweet words that just makes your entire body weak. your body feels numb as he's thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. the world spins for a moment and he's whispering to you:

"so good for me, sweetheart. feel so good around your daddy. your pussy is going to make a mess for daddy, hm? daddy will make you cum. daddy is going to make you cum so fucking good, sweetheart."