#yandere jihyo x reader

[aphroditelovesu]

💛 IMAGINE BEING YANDERE!TWICE CLASSMATE 💛

You met them during an art class, you were carelessly drawing some doodles in your notebook when it was announced that new students would be arriving. You didn't pay much attention to that and went back to doodling, but you turned your head towards the new students when you noticed that they seemed to stare at you. When your eyes met theirs, they felt something inexplicable.

Attraction? Desire? Curiosity?

You looked so serious and focused on your work that it didn't even seem real. Your stern expression was alluring and your posture ethereal. You looked so... Perfect and they found themselves drawn to it.

Soon you found yourself being constantly pursued by these girls. You thought it was either mere coincidence that they were in all of your classes or how one of them always seemed to show up where you were, but it soon became clear that none of that was a coincidencie.

They seemed even more attached to you and it seemed to be difficult to pull away. But maybe, just maybe, they'd leave you alone.

It was just an unfortunate coincidence that they weren't willing to let go of you. They seemed even more attracted to you. Oh, poor (Y/N)...

"You can't run away from us." A loud laughter was heard in the empty halls.

"We'll always find you!" Another louder voice was heard.

You screamed as you were cornered by the face of one of the girls who hugged you tightly.

"Oh! I finally found you!" She smiled, squeezing you tightly.

You shuddered with fear. That was a nightmare, wasn't it? They will never let you go.

[elryuse]

Can I request Dom Yandere Jihyo to force the reader to worship her body, both meet in the gym Jihyo gets obsessed with the reader because he is much better than her ex who cheated on her?

!TOTAL SUBMISSION!

Yandere Dom Jihyo X Male Reader

Jihyo grunted with exertion, the familiar burn in her muscles a welcome sting. Sweat plastered her dark hair to her forehead, clinging to the soft curves of her face. Her gym clothes, a black tank top and neon green leggings, hugged her toned body like a second skin. Each clang of the weight plates was a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding of her heart. Lost in the zone, she barely noticed the new face in the gym until a soft grunt of frustration broke her concentration.

Across the room, a guy with tousled brown hair struggled with the weight on the leg press. His brow furrowed in concentration, and Jihyo couldn't help but notice the way his biceps strained beneath his t-shirt. Curiosity piqued, she padded over, her form a testament to hours spent sculpting her body.

"Hey, seems like you need a spotter," Jihyo offered, her voice light and friendly.

The guy jumped slightly, startled by her sudden presence. He looked up, revealing warm brown eyes that widened in surprise. "Oh, uh, hey," he stammered, a light blush creeping up his neck. "Yeah, I'm not really used to this weight."

Jihyo smiled, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "No worries, happens to the best of us. Let me help you adjust it a bit."

With practiced ease, she demonstrated the proper technique, guiding him through the exercise. As he finished the set, he offered a shy smile and a grateful, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"No problem," Jihyo winked. "I'm Jihyo, by the way."

"Y/n," he replied, extending his hand. Their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Jihyo. It was a fleeting touch, but the memory of it lingered even after she returned to her own workout.

Later that day, after a grueling session that left her muscles screaming, Jihyo finally dragged herself home. She unlocked the door with a tired sigh, picturing a relaxing evening with her boyfriend, Minho. The image shattered the moment she stepped inside.

There, on their living room couch, sat Minho, his arm draped possessively around Nayeon, her best friend. Their laughter, laced with something more intimate, sent a wave of nausea crashing over Jihyo. They were kissing, oblivious to the world around them.

Betrayal, hot and stinging, flooded Jihyo's veins. She didn't scream, didn't cry. Instead, a cold fury settled over her, replacing the exhaustion with a steely resolve. With a calmness that surprised even her, she grabbed a gym bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The familiar clang of weights echoing in the gym was a siren song to Jihyo's rage. Back in the haven of her training ground, she tore off her padded jacket, revealing the sweat-dampened tank top clinging to her toned physique. Every rep, every set became a release valve, channeling the white-hot anger coursing through her.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the rhythm of her breathing. "Hey, Jihyo? You alright?"

Y/n stood there, hesitant yet concerned. Jihyo gritted her teeth, the anger momentarily switching targets.

"Yeah, I'm great," she spat, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Just working out on some frustration I have ."

Y/n frowned, sensing the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. He didn't pry, but his presence served as a silent anchor in the swirling chaos of her emotions. Jihyo pushed herself harder, each clang of the weights a punctuation mark to her silent vow.

"Hey, I think you could maybe take a break for a minute or two, " Y/n suggested after a while, concern etched on his face.

Jihyo ignored him, her focus solely on the weights. But Y/n wouldn't be deterred. He gently placed a hand on her arm, snapping her focus.

The molten anger in her eyes startled him. Yet, before he could react, Jihyo surprised him even more.

"Come with me," she said, her voice a husky whisper.

Confused, Y/n followed her out of the gym. The night was young, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Jihyo led him to his apartment, her hand never leaving his arm.

Inside, the tension crackled like static in the air. Jihyo tossed her bag aside, her movements brusque and decisive. Y/n, still unsure of what was happening, watched as she peeled off her sweaty tank top, revealing the defined curves of her upper body.

"Worship it," Jihyo commanded, her voice low and dangerous.

Y/n blinked, his confusion morphing into something else entirely as he met the glint in her eyes. Here, in the starkness of his own apartment, Jihyo was a different person, a predator cloaked in sweat and Dread coiled in Y/n's stomach like a hungry viper. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Jihyo, the idol he'd only interacted with briefly earlier that day. Her usual bright energy was replaced by a dark intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Yet, a strange mix of fear and fascination kept him rooted to the spot.

"Worship it," she repeated, her voice softer this time, but laced with a possessiveness that made Y/n gulp. He hesitantly stepped forward, unsure of where this was headed.

"Jihyo, I... I don't understand," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

A humorless smile played on Jihyo's lips. "Just touch it," she commanded, gesturing towards her toned abs. "See how hard I've worked for this body. This? This is what you saw at the gym, this is what you helped me with."

Y/n's fingers hesitantly brushed against her warm skin, sending a jolt through him. Her abs were rock-solid, each ripple a testament to her dedication. But the touch felt wrong, charged with an unsettling intensity.

"More," Jihyo hissed, her voice laced with a desperate edge. "Show me you appreciate it. Show me you see me more than just an idol."

Y/n's hand trembled as he traced the line of her sculpted muscles. He wasn't an object for her to use, a statue to admire. Yet, caught in the storm of her raw emotions, he found himself unable to resist.

He gently traced the lines of her sculpted core, marveling at the strength beneath his fingertips. Jihyo let out a ragged sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable yet forceful, stirred a potent cocktail of desire and fear within Y/n.

"Lower," she whispered, her voice husky. "Touch me everywhere."

Hesitantly, Y/n trailed his hand lower, the heat radiating from her body scorching his palm. He brushed against the soft curve of her hip, the flimsy leggings doing little to hide the taut muscles beneath.

Jihyo arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips. Her eyes snapped open, their intensity magnified by the dilated pupils.

"Good," she breathed, her voice rough with restrained desire. "This is mine. This body, this sweat, this strength... it's all for you to admire. To worship."

Y/n felt a wave of panic rise within him. This wasn't attraction, it was obsession. He understood her anger, the betrayal that had driven her to this desperate state. But he wasn't a replacement, a cure for her emotional turmoil.

He tried to pull away, but Jihyo's grip on his arm tightened.

"Don't leave," she pleaded, a vulnerability slipping through the cracks of her facade. "They betrayed me, everyone did. But you... you saw me. You helped me."

The weight of her words settled heavily on Y/n. He saw the pain flickering in her eyes, the raw vulnerability beneath the fierce exterior. Yet, the possessiveness in her voice filled him with a chilling dread.

"Jihyo, listen to me," he said, his voice firm. "You're hurting yourself. Let me help you."

Jihyo scoffed, the sound harsh and devoid of humor. "You can't help me. But you can do this for me. Just this once, worship what I've built, what I sacrificed for."

Y/n's heart ached for her. He wanted to reach out, to offer genuine comfort instead of this twisted form of admiration. But the look in her eyes, wild and desperate, held him back.

He forced himself to meet her gaze. "Jihyo, this isn't healthy. You need to talk to someone, and get help."

A flicker of anger crossed her face, replacing the vulnerability. "I don't need help," she hissed. "I need someone to see me, the real me. And you saw me at my strongest. Now, show me you appreciate it."

Y/n's mind raced. This wasn't a situation he could reason his way out of. He had to play along, at least for now. But the taste of fear lingered on his tongue, a grim reminder of the web he was getting entangled in.

With a deep breath, he ran his hand along her sculpted arm, tracing the path of her veins that pulsed beneath the surface. He murmured words of praise, hollow and empty even to his own ears.

Jihyo seemed to relax slightly under his touch, her breathing slowing down. But a spark of mania still flickered in her eyes, a stark contrast to the determined idol he'd met at the gym earlier.

The night wore on, a twisted dance of fear and...desire playing out under the harsh glare of the apartment lights. As the fabricated praise flowed from Y/n's lips, Jihyo's initial intensity morphed into something more playful, albeit equally unsettling.

A glint of amusement danced in her eyes. "That's good," she purred, leaning closer until their faces were inches apart. "But can you do better? Imagine this isn't just any body, but the body of your idol, the one you admire from afar."

Y/n swallowed hard, the artificiality of the situation leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "Jihyo, I—"

"Shh," she cut him off, a finger pressed against his lips. "Just play along. Pretend I'm on stage, bathed in spotlights, and you're a lovestruck fan in the front row."

The image was disturbing, a stark contrast to the Jihyo he'd seen pouring her heart out at the gym. He forced a smile, feeling like a puppet on her strings.

"Alright, Jihyo," he began, his voice strained. "You're incredible. Every step, every move, you radiate power and grace. You're an inspiration."

A triumphant smile spread across her face. "Yes! Now, tell me," she leaned in further, her breath warm against his cheek, "which part of this inspiration do you find most… inspiring?"

Y/n's gaze darted around the room, desperate for an escape. His eyes landed on a framed photo of Jihyo on her shelf, a radiant smile gracing her face. It was a stark reminder of the vibrant idol he'd admired, not the woman currently manipulating him.

"Your smile," he blurted out, relieved to have landed on something safe. "It's… beautiful."

Jihyo's smile faltered for a split second, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features before it was masked by amusement once more.

"My smile, huh?" she drawled, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "That's a bit generic, don't you think? What about something a little more… specific?"

Dread coiled in Y/n's stomach. He knew where this was headed, and a part of him desperately wished he could rewind the night and walk out the door.

"Like what?" he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a hungry intensity. Her eyes burned into his, a possessive glint that sent shivers down his spine.

"Tell me," she pressed, her voice a husky murmur, "what part of this body you found most… tasteful at the gym?"

Y/n's cheeks burned with shame. He knew what she was referring to, the sculpted muscles that had served as a silent anchor during her emotional turmoil. The very muscles he'd praised moments ago now felt like a trap, a reminder of the unhealthy dynamic he was caught in.

Hesitantly, he mumbled, "Your… Strength It's impressive."

Jihyo's face broke into a wide grin, a touch too wide to be genuine. "My Strength, huh?" she repeated, her voice laced with something that sounded suspiciously like a challenge.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the center of the room. Relief washed over Y/n, a small spark of hope flickering amidst the growing fear. Maybe she was done with this strange charade?

But his hopes were quickly dashed as Jihyo positioned him in front of a full-length mirror. Her eyes, alight with a manic glint, locked with his.

"Now," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper, "tell me, how strong do you find me… right now?"

Y/n's reflection stared back at him, a stranger caught in a twisted game of obsession. He knew he couldn't keep playing along, not without risking further entrapment. But the possessiveness in her eyes, the raw desperation beneath the facade, terrified him of the consequences of refusal.

He stood frozen, caught in a web of fear and a misplaced sense of responsibility towards the fractured woman before him. The silence stretched, thick with tension, as Jihyo's playful demeanor morphed into something far more dangerous. The line between admiration and obsession, he realized with a jolt of terror, had already been crossed.

The silence was shattered by a loud rapping at the door. Jihyo's head snapped up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. It was a distraction, unwelcome at this moment.

Y/n, still reeling from the intensity of the situation, looked at the door with a flicker of hope. Maybe whoever it was could be a way out of this twisted game.

The rapping became more insistent, accompanied by muffled shouts. "Jihyo, open up! We need to talk!"

Recognition dawned on Jihyo's face. A smirk played on her lips, replacing the manic intensity with a calculated coldness. "Looks like my ex decided to grace me with his presence," she announced, her voice dripping with disdain.

Y/n's heart sank. This was not the kind of escape he'd envisioned. In fact, it might make things worse.

Jihyo marched towards the door, her grip tightening on Y/n's hand in a silent show of possessiveness. He flinched at the sudden contact, the feeling a stark contrast to the playful teasing of moments ago.

Swinging the door open, Jihyo revealed a flustered Minho, Nayeon trailing behind him with a sheepish look.

"Jihyo," Minho began, his voice laced with a desperation that Y/n found repulsive. "I... I'm so sorry. Can we please talk?"

Jihyo let out a humorless laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the small apartment. "Talk?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "There's nothing left to say."

She glanced back at Y/n, a possessiveness glinting in her eyes that sent shivers down his spine. But there was something else there too, a silent plea for validation. Taking a deep breath, Y/n squeezed her hand back, a gesture of silent support.

Jihyo's lips curved into a triumphant smile, a stark contrast to the defeated look on Minho's face. "See, Minho?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is what happens when you cheat on someone who actually cares about you."

She then turned to Nayeon, her gaze cold and unforgiving. "And you," she spat, "consider yourself lucky I don't expose your two-faced ways to the entire fandom."

Nayeon shrunk back, shame coloring her cheeks. The once confident idol looked like a scolded child under Jihyo's withering gaze.

With a final flourish, Jihyo wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist, pulling him close. "Now, if you'll excuse us," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness, "me and my new boyfriend have more important things to attend to." Without hearing answers from both minho and Nayeon, Jihyo immediately shut the door close.

The echo of the slammed door hung heavy in the air, a grim punctuation mark to the dramatic scene that had just unfolded. Jihyo, her eyes still blazing with the embers of righteous anger, turned back to Y/n. The possessiveness that had flickered earlier now burned with an unwavering intensity.

"Did I do good?" she asked, her voice small, a stark contrast to the fierceness she'd displayed just moments ago.

Y/n, heart hammering against his ribs, knew a lie wouldn't suffice anymore. He saw the desperation clinging to her like a second skin, the raw emotion that had fueled her actions. He opened his mouth to speak, to offer some semblance of comfort, but Jihyo cut him off.

"No words," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "Show me."

Before he could react, she grabbed his face, her grip surprisingly strong. Her lips, once playful, met his in a searing kiss, a desperate plea for validation masquerading as passion. It was a kiss unlike any he'd ever experienced, a mix of desperation and possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine.

He tried to pull away, a feeble attempt against her iron grip. "Jihyo, this isn't—"

"Quiet," she hissed, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "This is how it has to be. You saw me at my strongest. Now, show me you appreciate it. All of it."

Y/n's mind raced. This wasn't a game anymore. This was obsession, a twisted need for control that terrified him. He knew he should fight back, break free from her hold. But the vulnerability flickering in her eyes, a stark contrast to the possessiveness, held him back.

He forced himself to respond, the kiss hollow and devoid of any genuine emotion. Every touch, every brush of their bodies, felt like a betrayal of himself, a descent into a dark and twisted fantasy.

Jihyo, however, seemed to revel in it. Her grip tightened, her movements becoming more aggressive, a stark contrast to the playful teasing of earlier. In her mind, this wasn't a night of manipulation, but a night of claiming what was hers. This man, who had witnessed her vulnerability, her strength, was now bound to her by an unspoken oath of secrecy and a twisted form of intimacy.

As the night wore on, the line between admiration and obsession blurred beyond recognition. Jihyo, fueled by a warped sense of possession, showed no signs of letting go. And Y/n, trapped in a web of fear and misplaced empathy, found himself playing along, a prisoner in the idol's twisted game of love and obsession.

The night ended not with a sweet promise, but with a chilling silence. Jihyo, her eyes glazed with a manic gleam, held Y/n close, her grip a physical manifestation of the emotional shackles she'd placed upon him. He knew then, with a chilling certainty, that this wasn't the last act of this bizarre play. This was just the beginning, a tangled web of obsession that would bind him to the idol in ways he never could have imagined.

~ The End ~

[bebeyeyo]

sorry if im spammin but can i req yandere j-line

yandere j-line | misamo hc

cw: intentions of harm, kidnapping, manipulation, guilt trip, obsessive behavior, stalking

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Hirai Momo : Love Bomber

momo is one to give her all into something she cares about

that includes people

so when it comes to you, oh, she goes above and beyond

but maybe a little too much..?

momo loves to come home with a bouquet of flowers in her hands that are just for you

or your favorite dinner, anything really

she’s an acts of service type of gal

but she’s goes to the extremes

showing her affection for you makes your heart beat so fast with love that you don’t even see the evil intent in her eyes

from the compliments of calling you so beautiful to simple gestures such as holding the door open for you

buying you gifts, such as a necklace she bought for you coming home one night leading to you having a smile on your face

holds you like it’s the last time she’s ever going to, but she knows you’re under her control now

pda? of course. over the top.

buying you those new shoes you wanted but you said you could never afford? you’ll never know the price

threatening to end the relationship over being late for a date? hmm…

but, she knows you’re her good girl, you’ll rarely ever make her upset

she has such an effect on you

so much so that you even go against your own initial instincts and do something you wouldn’t normally do

you guilt trip yourself into feeling bad if momo doesn’t agree with what you may do

“you haven’t been on a night out in forever y/n.” “yeah but..momo spends a lot of money, and she got me something today. the least i could do is return the favor and give her a date night.”

it’s definitely not like this happens every single day…

so you just avoid the conflict all together and do what pleases momo

out of nowhere you’ll even get random presents shown up at your job, and when you confront momo about it, she only convinces you to accept

and of course, you’d never take say no because you love her

she wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway :)

and now momo doesn’t have to worry about that one customer that just couldn’t seem to take the hint

what? she had to take matters into her hands of course, she loved hearing their screams…

because your relationship with momo feels like you’re on cloud nine

being spoiled like this to death makes you feel as if momo is the only one who knows how to take care of you

it seemed too good to be true! momo really is the only one who knows you, she’s the one for you

and she’s got you wrapped around her finger right where she wants you

good. because she’s the only one for you.

~

Minatozaki Sana : Gaslighter

she loves you so much

but you love her too, right?

enough to stay with her forever?

you might as well because she's not letting you go

and if you do leave, she knows how to use her doe eyes and histrionics to her advantage

this girl is so in love with you that she hates the idea of someone else even getting too close to you

she just wants people to know when to read the room and back off

you do everything to keep sana's happiness at bay.

it's more so you catering to her needs instead of her

but she does treat you with the kindest and wholehearted love anyone could ask for, and she would also do anything for you

even if that meant using her behavior on you

if you're meant to be going out with some friends that day, she'll be dramatic and try to convince you to stay

"why are you going out tonight? don't you want to spend some time with me? i'll be all lonely and i'll be missing you so much."

when you'd only be gone for two hours at most

stalking you is a must of course! she has to know where you are at all times to make sure you don't run off somewhere she doesn't approve

so when she asks randomly how your steak was tonight, you answer with no hesitation

not even realizing how she specifically knew what you had at the restaurant

things get more extreme without you even realizing it

your friends point out how any time they want you to come out with them, you'll give them the same excuses

"Sana said she wants a movie night" "Sana said she doesn't feel that well, so i'll skip" "Sana is making dinner tonight."

all the while sana smirks hearing you blow off your friends at the door

you don't listen to your friends when they tell you sana has been threatening them to stay away from you

because your girlfriend would never do that; she's too sweet

now you only have sana and she has you trapped in this house holding you in her arms with a bright smile on her face and you remain clueless

it definitely helps that you trust your girlfriend enough to know that she definitely didn't kill those no good friends of yours

Myoui Mina : Silent Treatment Giver

oh mina, mina, mina

this woman knows exactly how to get you begging on your knees pathetically for forgiveness

you're so blinded by this love for her that if you were to make her upset, you instantly want her reciprocation instead of the cold shoulder

she loves you, of course she does

but sometimes she needs to put you in your place

and if that means not feeding into your pleas, then so be it

she knows what she’s doing and has no shame in how she’s manipulating you

while sana and momo believe what they’re doing is the right thing, mina knows it’s not

she’s just pure evil; but no one knows this

and she knows just how to get you right where she wants you

if you do something she doesn’t agree with, she straight up ignores you once you get home

you’ll come home and greet mina with a warm smile and greeting

but nothing comes from her; she’ll continue to scroll on her phone or the tv she’s watching

not bothering to even glance from the corner of her eye to look at you

then it begins; the begging

“mina? what did i do wrong? i’m sorry if i did something to upset you, but please talk to me. i’ll do anything. please?”

all that comes from her is silence with an upset facial expression

it’s only until you leave her alone for a few more minutes that turn into an hour that she acknowledges you

she won’t even tell you if you’ve done anything wrong, you just assume at this point

you continue useless apologizes until she tells you to stop and she forgives you

you can’t even go out with your friends because you’re scared mina will ghost you again

it just makes you crave her love and affection more and more any time she decides to do so

which is what mina wants

you continue to do what she wants and when she wants so your reward will be a loving and caring mina rather than a silent and cruel mina

she’ll make up lies about your friends talking badly about you, ending up in you only needing mina because it seems she’s the only one on your side

brainwashing you into thinking she’s the best and she only has your best interest at heart

this results in hardly any silence from your girlfriend

and if someone doesn’t give up on fighting for you, she’ll take matters into her own hands

which is why you were confused as to why mina was up at three in the morning in the kitchen

“oh! don’t worry about it, sweetheart. i forgot to wash a cup i used. sorry i woke you, go back to sleep.”

and without you looking, she quietly slips the knife back in its place with the other cutlery before heading off to bed with you

[void-18]

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[linos-luna]

My Queen (Pt. 7) • Last part •

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, smut, fingering, groping

(Pt. 6) (Last Part)

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The days come and go. As you plan your wedding, you feel like you’re in a dream. Hyunjin has become even more attentive and protective but you don’t mind. He gives you all the love and attention you could ever want. He wanted you to be happy everyday all day.

Your love for him has become stronger. No matter what anyone says, you know that Hyunjin is the prince that returned you to the castle at took you away from the dangerous world. The world is cruel. Full of awful people that want to hurt you and dangerous structures. It is much more safe to stay in the castle.

Speaking of, you love your castle. You’ve made it your own and decorated as you please. The bedroom is elegant and cozy, kitchen is rich with color and ingredients for the best food, and living room decorated beautifully. Every room was filled with your favorite colors and personal touch. Your castle is gorgeous.

You and Hyunjin have worked so hard on the garden. Growing strawberries, tomatoes and zucchini. Many other foods as well. The flowers? Well you grew some news but kept the older ones as well. The ones you couldn’t see? It’s silly to think they were never there. They were just to beautiful for the human eye to comprehend, but they are there, no doubt.

With the amount of growth and fluoresment present, you didn’t even realize how long you’ve been here. Perhaps a year…? Who knows. And it doesn’t even matter to you.

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It’s a beautiful spring day and you found yourself in the garden, picking the fresh strawberries from their vines. You can’t wait to eat them with your fiancé. Fresh strawberries, Greek yogurt, and granola. A perfect lunch.

You walk in with the basket of berries, taking them to the kitchen before washing your hands in the sink. You had gotten some dirt on your hands but you didn’t mind.

Hyunjin watched as you washed the strawberries and pulled out some bowls.

“What are you making, my love?” He speaks up suddenly.

“Parfaits.” You replied.

“My Queen, you do not need to work so hard.”

“It’s okay.” You say with a smile while cutting the stems from the strawberries. “I want to make it.”

Hyunjin shrugged, letting you continue. It wasn’t long before you finished and set the bowls on the table.

“My love, it looks amazing.”

“Thanks Jinnie.” You smile when watching him eat. He then feeds you. The fresh strawberries were sweet and delicious.

At some point, Hyunjin gave you a sudden kiss. The taste of strawberries lingered on your and his lips.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.” Hyunjin chuckled. “I just love you.” He was always so sweet. Hyunjin looked at you with love in his eyes as he gently rubbed your cheek.

“I love you too Jinnie.” You replied with a smile. When finishing your food, Hyunjin gets up and cleans up the dishes. Meanwhile you look at your phone, reading the incoming messages. It was Jihyo. Hyunjin knows how important your friend is to you so he finally let you keep and use your phone. After all, There’s no reason not to trust you.

After responding, you slip your phone back in your pocket and move to the living room. Something was playing on the TV but it was more like background noise as you barely paid attention to it. Hyunjin sat next to you, giving a kiss to your cheek.

“My Queen? Do you know what today is?”

“Hm?”

“It’s our one year anniversary!” Hyunjin said excitedly.

“Oh wow.” You replied, now thinking about it. Had it really been a year??

“My love, it’s been a year since I brought you home.” He chuckled. “How could you forget?”

“I’m losing track of time I guess.”

“My sweet Queen… let me ravish you with love.” He said while turning your head to kiss your lips.

You gently kiss back as he puts his hand on your hip. This kisses were passionate and lips so addicting. You gasped softly as he kissed your neck and pushing you on your back.

Hyunjin looked over you while touching you under your shirt, massaging your braless breasts and continuing to kiss down your neck, nipping every once in a while. You let out breathy moans as he use one hand to palm over your pants.

This had you hot and needy. You desperately pulled your shirt off and tugged down your pants.

Hyunjin loved this and continued by sucking at your breasts and teasing your clit, slipping his fingers under your panties. This had you moaning and whimpering.

“My love, let me please you…” he whispered against your neck before slipping his two fingers in your cunt.

“F-fuck— Jinnie—!”

“Shh… relax my darling.”

Hyunjin slowly went in and out with his fingers, curving them ever so slightly to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Breathy moans escaped your lips and your back slightly arched. It was hard not to sound like you’re crying as tears rolled down your cheeks. You tightly gripped his hair as you were already so close to reaching your high.

“Cmon, my love… cum on my fingers…”

“F-fuck—….” With a loud moan and eyes rolled back, you let go.

After pulling out his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth to taste your essence.

“My Queen…” he breathed. “My Queen is so sweet…”

You stared at him, feeling a bit dazed. His addictive plump limps and hypnotic eyes made you want more. You whimpered a little, needing his attention again. It was only a short bit before he started kissing you again.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“I just want you…” you replied while holding on to him.

“Yeah? My sweet queen, you’ll always have me.” He smiled while rubbing your cheek. “My love, do you understand how beautiful you are?”

You only shook your head.

Hyunjin chuckled and rubbed your sides. “You are the most beautiful person ever… most kind and loving… no one deserves your graciousness.”

All you could do was blush at his compliments. He did this often but it always had you falling for him all over again.

“My sweet queen, I’ll protect you forever… I’ll keep the hideous world away…” Hyunjin continued giving soft kisses along your neck. “I love you… and I’ll never leave you… but will you ever leave me?”

“I would never.” You managed to get out between kisses.

"My Queen, I got you something," Hyunjin announced as he got up. "For the wedding."

Putting your shirt and pants back on, you followed him to the bedroom. "For your veil, you deserve a crown," he said, presenting a sparkly tiara, undoubtedly an exquisite and expensive piece. "I believe it will go perfectly with whatever dress you pick."

"Wow!" you said excitedly. "It's so pretty!"

Hyunjin smiled, placing the tiara on your head. "My Love, we will be going dress shopping today."

"Really?!"

"Yes. Now go get ready. Keep the crown on."

With a kiss on the lips, you eagerly headed to the closet to get dressed for the outing.

~~~~~~~~ 👑

Hyunjin took you to the finest stores in town to find the perfect wedding dress. His anxiety and paranoia were setting in as he stayed by your side and hyper vigilant. While in a bridal shop, Hyunjin waited patiently in the dressing room until the manager approached him.

"Sir, is that your fiancée?" she asked curiously.

"Yes.”

"Not to be rude, but isn't the bride supposed to go dress shopping with her mother and bridesmaids?"

Hyunjin shot her an annoyed expression. "Well, I'm shopping with her."

"Yes, but—?"

"She only needs me!" he blurted out, causing the woman to back off, concerned about his outburst.

She couldn’t help thinking about it, she feels like she’s seen you before… maybe online or tv…? It had her feeling extra suspicious of Hyunjin.

"Jinnie! I think I found the one!" you cheered as you emerged from the dressing room.

"My Queen, you look stunning!" he complimented, genuinely pleased. "I really like it."

"Then we should get it!"

As you changed, Hyunjin couldn't help but notice the manager staring at him. His paranoia growing, and despite your conversation from the dressing room, his mind wandered. "Something is wrong," he whispered to himself.

He was lost in a battle, tuning out everything around him. The struggle was evident, muttering phrases like "don't take her" until he snapped back to reality, facing a concerned policeman.

"Are you alright?" the officer asked with a raised brow.

"Why wouldn't I be alright? I'm just shopping with my fiancée!" Hyunjin laughed nervously, dismissing any suspicion.

The officer, however, mentioned a report of shady business and a potential missing person.

“Shady?? What do you mean?”

“I mean… you seem to be keeping a really close eye on your ‘fiancée’ and she looks like someone from a missing persons report.”

“Missing?! She’s not missing!”

“Well, not to you, obviously.

“She’s not missing.” He repeated.

“I’ll speak to her—”

“No!” Hyunjin snapped.

“What’s going on?” You said while poking your head out.

“Nothing, my love. Ignore it.”

“No, ma’am.” The cop said while walking up to you. “I just had a question.”

“Oh, okay?” You nodded awkwardly.

“I believe you’re on a missing persons report.”

“She’s not missing!” Hyunjin yelled.”

“Are you here willingly?” The cop said with a sigh.

“What? Of course I’m here willingly! I love Hyunjin!” You say quickly. “We’re gonna get married!”

“Okay. But were you kidnapped or—?”

“Kidnapped?!” You interrupted. “You have this all wrong. Hyunjin saved me. He brought me back to the castle.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s the love of my life! No one loves me like he does.” You say with a smile while looking at Hyunjin who was standing there nervously.

As he questioned you, Hyunjin grew defensive, insisting you weren't missing. The officer wanted to speak with you alone, but you refused,

“Alright, I just want to make sure.” The officer nodded. He was still a bit suspicious

“Ma’am are you sure you wouldnt you like to step to the side for a recorded statement? Maybe to the police station?”

“And leave Hyunjin?” You said with a frown while going to and hugging hyunjin’s arm. “No it’s not safe!”

“It’s the police station, you’ll be—”

“She doesn’t want to go with you.” Hyunjin interrupted.

“I’m sorry, officer but I don’t wanna go. I have to stay with Jinnie and finish getting ready for our wedding.”

The cop frowned, He was 100% you were the missing person but knows that there’s nothing he could do as you were an adult. He apologized and left you guys alone, writing down some notes.

The officer was still suspicious as he left and Hyunjin held you tight. “I told you it was dangerous out here! We must go home!”

You agreed, ready to pay and leave as soon as possible.

On the drive home, you discussed wedding plans, and Hyunjin marveled at your excitement, relieved to be away from the dangers outside the castle.

After returning home, Hyunjin helped you relax before a late dinner. As you sat down, you couldn't shake off the curiosity about the policeman's intentions.

"Jinnie?" you asked.

"Yes, my love?" Hyunjin replied.

"Why did that policeman want me to go with him?"

"Probably to steal you away," he sighed, "and lock you up."

"Why would he do that?"

"There are crazy and dangerous people out there. That's why you must stay here with me."

"Okay," you smiled. "Thank you for protecting me."

~~~~~ 👑

A month passed, and the day of the wedding arrived. The outdoor venue was adorned with your favorite colors and decorations. A priest stood at the altar, ready to officiate the ceremony.

Your friend Jihyo assisted you in getting ready, doing your makeup and hair. As you admired yourself in the mirror, Jihyo struck up a conversation.

"Y/n, are you sure about this..."

"Yes," you smiled, looking back at her.

Jihyo sighed. "Well, are you happy? Genuinely?"

"Mmhm, I am," you replied.

"Okay," Jihyo sighed, knowing there was nothing more she could do. As your friend, she wished for your happiness, and she'd be there if you.

"Y/n, I'm happy for you. If you ever need anything, I'm always here for you. Come see me if you need anything."

You gave your friend a hug, and with that, Jihyo ushered you towards the aisle, where Hyunjin awaited. Tears formed in your eyes as you nodded, ready to marry the love of your life.

As the ceremony unfolded, the music played, your heart was racing. Walking down the aisle, you felt overwhelming joy. Marrying Hyunjin meant spending the rest of your life with the one you love, and that prospect filled you with great happiness. This marked the beginning of the happiest day of your life.

[lovelycupid47]

Yandere! Kim Taehyung College AU! One-shot

a/n: This is my first fan fiction in a while. I'm trying to get the storyline readable and not cringe. So, if it does, I'm sorry

pairing: yandere!college student! Taehyung x college student! female reader.

TW: manipulation, slight abuse, and one swear word.

Everyone was jealous of you. They envied you. The reason is your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. Your boyfriend was the most handsome, kind, loyal, and perfect man that every girl wished they had. Your boyfriend made sure that everyone knew that he belonged to you. Always staying by your side, blatantly ignoring any girl that tries to flirt with him, leaving hickeys every time you stay over in his dorm, deleting any messages from women that would try to seduce him, and even tattooing your name on his collarbone. Yet it has become overwhelming for you.

You met him in your first year of college. You were struggling to make friends and were finding adjustment a little difficult. It wasn’t until you met him through a classmate who invited you over to a club. You guys hit off great. You thought he was such a gentleman and handsome guy that befriending had become easy. Oh, how so wrong were you? 

Taehyung thought you were amazing and beautiful. Seeing your smile created a spark in his stomach that he didn’t want to go away. When he saw you in the sunlight, he believed that you were an angel that was sent to him since you were so perfect for him. He was so perfect for you. He knew he had to have you, so he asked you for your number and you being naive, said yes.

It started with texting each other every single day to daily luncheons to dating by the end of your freshmen semester. You guys were the perfect couple and everyone on campus knew you two could never be separated. It’s not like you want to separate. It's more like he doesn’t want to at ALL be separated away from you. At first, it was lovely and sweet, but your friends started noticing some signs that weren’t so lovely. 

“I thought you told Taehyung, you are spending time with the girls.” One of your blonde friends, Nayeon, said.

“I did, but you know him. He gets really anxious when I don’t text him back over 30 minutes.” You defended. 

“Isn’t that a little too much? He has been nonstop texting you since you sat down.” Your Burnett friend, Jihyo, questioned.

“Yeah, but he has really bad anxiety, so if I don’t text him quick enough, there is a chance he can get a panic attack. Last time, I forgot to text him before my test and he ended up calling me 20 times and left 50 messages about if I was okay and if I was in danger.” 

Both of your friends looked at each other wearily and back at you who was oblivious to how manipulative it sounded. Taehyung had never acted like this before, especially since they had known him longer than you. They've seen his previous relationships, and he never acted that way with any of the girls. This raised concerns among the girls and gave them a slight suspicion of something that wasn’t right. Since then they started observing you guys interaction in public. 

What they noticed was how subtly possessive he could get. It started with just grabbing your hand and never letting go unless you need to use both hands. They saw how he would beg for your attention when you were talking to another guy. The worst of all is the death stare he would give to any guy or girl who tries to flirt with you. Instead of voicing their concerns to you, they kept quiet. 

You, Taehyung, and your friend group decided to go eat out since exams were over. It was a moment to destress and eat/drink all of their worries away. It was going so perfectly until your boyfriend took it too far. 

“Who are you texting?” Taehyung asks.

“Oh a relative, they are wondering if I’m coming home during break.” You proclaimed. Out of nowhere, you felt arms wrapping around you and a sudden whine.

“Who told you you can leave me alone? Who is going to cuddle with me at night then? What about our morning breakfast together? You can't leave your boyfriend here by himself.” He whined out loud. Usually, this behavior would be cute to your friends, but now it has become really annoying. 

“You can wait a couple of months without her. It's not like she dying,” Nayeon mumbled, head down and moving her food around. 

“No, that is a crime. I need the love of my life with me at all times. She is my other half.” He defended while slightly glaring at her. 

“Well, have you ever thought that maybe giving her space?” Jihyo argued back with the same glare intensity as him. “It becomes overwhelming when you don’t leave her side, especially when she needs to use the restroom.”

You didn’t like where this was going, especially since it started raising some tension on the table. “Are you tired of me, baby?” Taehyung pouted pulling his most unforgiving puppy dog's eyes. The eyes he knew that you can’t say no to. 

“O-of course not!” You defended, “I would never think like that because I know how much it affects you, and you know how much I love you. I-I love the affection you give me.”

“Yeah, it is endearing, but Taehyung, it does become overwhelming even for us when all you talk about is Y/N. We get it, you are a hopeless romantic and are head over heels, but hearing about it even when she is not with us is getting really annoying.”Jungkook, Taehyung’s best friend, retorted. He heard from both Nayeon and Jihyo how Taehyung doesn’t set boundaries and is always in your space. At first, he didn’t believe it, but he started paying attention and saw what the other two girls were mentioning. Whenever Jungkook and Taehyung hang out with other guys, Taehyung is always gushing about how pretty and wonderful you are. Then he would be stuck on his phone texting you instead of talking to them. There was even one-time Taehyung yelled at Jimin, a close friend of theirs, for telling Taehyung that he could do so much better than you and that you were just going to be a college fling that he would forget about in the future. Jungkook remembered that day being the only time he saw Taehyung almost get physical with someone. The rage he saw in Taehyung’s eyes was something he could never forget and would haunt him in his sleep. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything. He was looking down at his lap staying silent making you even more worried. “Guys, I understand your concerns, but I don’t mind it. Besides, you guys are not considering his separation anxiety. I thought you guys knew about his trauma. So, leave him alone, please.” You begged, it hurts seeing your boyfriend being judged by the people he trusted the most. 

“Y/N, he doesn’t have separation anxiety. He just saying that so you can feel pity for him. I asked his mom two days ago and she said he never experienced any trauma.” Nayeon bickered. At that, it was Taehyung’s last straw. He stood up and grabbed your hand. “We will be leaving. Seeing as none of you guys support our relationship.” And you both left the restaurant without listening to your friend’s protest. 

The car back to your dorm was silent. No words were coming out of him. You tried lightening the mood, but all you got was one-word answers. It was concerning to you because you never saw him like this. It has been close to two years since you guys started dating, and you have never seen this side of him. Yes, there were also arguments between you, but he was always the one asking for forgiveness whenever you made a move to leave the room.  This is something that can actually take a turn in your relationship. 

Once at your dorm room, it was just you and him. Your roommate already left back home once exams were finished, so you had the room all to yourself before you headed back home. “Y/N. Give me your phone.” Taehyung demanded in his monotonous voice. A voice he avoids using on you. He was standing by your bed while you were still near the door.

“Why? Can we talk about what happened back at the restaurant first?” You questioned. In the car, you thought about what Nayeon said. Was it true? Were you being lied to?

“I don’t want to talk about it. Especially with people that want to separate us. Now give me your phone.” He extended his hand out expecting you to oblige to his demand, but you were hesitant.

“Those people are our friends. They weren’t trying to separate. They are just concerned for my well-being because you can become overbearing!” Yeah, you were mad at your friends for ganging up on your boyfriend, but they were your only friends since Freshman year. Besides them, no one wanted to be your friend for some odd reason.

“So you agree with them. You can’t stand being with me... Am I annoying you with my love, babe? Is my affection and love something you don’t like? Do you not love me anymore? D-do you hate me?” Taehyung gave you the most heartbreaking expression that you have ever seen. 

“Taehyung, you know that is not what I mean.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you don’t love me anymore. Is it because Jihyo and Nayeon are brainwashing you to stop loving me.” He started advancing towards you.

“They have nothing to do with this Tae.” You started slowly backing away.

“They have everything to do with this since they started the whole thing. Obviously, they are trying to persuade you to leave me. Unless…” He had you against the wall while gripping your shoulders tightly. 

“Are you cheating on me with Jungkook? After all, he is the only man you interact with and he was quick to make sure to separate you from me.” He was staring straight into your eyes which were diluted with anger while his grip on you was tightening every second. 

“Taehyung you are hurting me! You are jumping to a conclusion. There is nothing going on with me and Jungkook, okay? You know that I love you and only, so why would I want Jungkook.” You try reasoning with him, but it seems like nothing is getting to him.

“Prove it. Block them.” He declared, and from the expression on his meant he was serious. 

“Block them? Do you mean our friends? The one that has been with us since the beginning? Taehyung this is getting out of hand.” You tried getting out of his grip but he ended up digging his nails into your skin.

“The friends that got us in this argument. The same friends that insulted me in front of you, your boyfriend. The same friends that made fun of my condition, Y/N. What about the time that they picked on your outfit because it was too childish? What about the time they talked shit behind your back and yet you forgave them. You know and I know that they are the toxic ones, so I’m going to ask you one more time. Block. Them. Or help me god I will do it for you.” You were helpless because you knew he was speaking facts and you couldn’t argue back. To you they were facts, but to him, they were lies that he made up and manipulated to make sure you believed him. You defeatedly handed your phone that was buzzing with missed calls from your friends. 

He grabbed it and blocked your friends on your phone and any other social media platforms. He wanted to make sure that none of them had any contact with you. Heck, he would even make sure that they don’t even be in the same room with you. 

“See, was that hard.” He cupped your face with his veiny hands and kissed your tears away. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt his lips on your eyelids.

“Don’t worry. We have each other. Isn’t that enough? We can be even more affectionate without the nagging people insulting us.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you wrapped your arms around his waist. His head was lying on top of yours while swaying you both from side to side. 

“It is me and you against the world. Forever.” If only you saw the smirk he had on his face, you wouldn’t be nuzzling his neck.

[airaibunny]

— ♡RULES & MASTERLIST♡ —

♡ RULES:

—things i write:

mostly smut, some occasional fluff, angst, etc…

mostly just oneshots, but i’ll do multiple parts of things if requested!

i only write fem!idol x fem!reader (i write poly situations, as long as the reader is involved)

non-idol AU

—things i don’t write:

anything smutty involving idols that are minors

noncon, yandere, ageplay, anything with animals, any other things of that sort

g!p

stories with JUST idol x idol

male readers or idols

butt stuff

fetishes(none, like literally none)

—general

i can’t do every single request i receive, but if your req helps me write anything, i will mention it in the a/n

if you are putting prompts along with your request, please don’t put too many

please don’t hesitate to tell me if you think anything is wrong in the story or the tags!

please let me know about grammatical/spelling mistakes in the fics so i can fix them. i try my best to catch them all but sometimes i just don’t notice

♡ PROMPTS:

bratty/degrading/etc smut

first time/inexperienced smut

praise/soft/etc smut

misc smut

threesome smut

kinks

angst/fluff

♡ MASTERLIST:

twice

le sserafim

loona

gidle

nmixx

itzy

ive

fromis_9

aespa

wjsn

newjeans

soloists/trainees

red velvet

♡ COMING SOON:

heejin x reader - “skipping” (smut)

sana x reader - “right here, right now” (smut)

chanelle x reader - “let me help” (smut)

yves+jihyo x reader - “come in” (smut)

fics on my alts (@tcubunny + @lenybunny)

♡ MY ANONS

[tcubunny]

🎀RULES , MASTERLIST, & INTRODUCTION🎀

this blog only contains fics for a specific twice au. please read the post i’ve attached below so that everything makes sense!

🎀EXPOSITION POST

🎀RULES:

—things i write:

mostly smut, some occasional fluff, angst, etc…

mostly just oneshots, but i’ll do multiple parts of things if requested!

bdsm, but i'm not the most eductated. please be specific with your req if it includes bdsm!

—things i don’t write:

noncon, yandere, ageplay, anything with animals, any other things of that sort

g!p

stories with JUST member x memeber (unless it's vouyerism)

butt stuff

—general

i can’t do every single request i receive, but if your request helps me write anything, i will mention it in the a/n

if you are putting prompts along with your request, please don’t put too many

please don’t hesitate to tell me if you think anything is wrong in the story or the tags!

please let me know about grammatical/spelling mistakes in the fics so i can fix them. i try my best to catch them all but sometimes i just don’t notice

🎀PROMPTS:

bratty/degrading/etc smut

first time/inexperienced smut

praise/soft/etc smut

misc smut

threesome smut

kinks

all of the prompts above are directly from my main blog, below are a few prompts specific to THIS blog

blog specific prompts

🎀MEMBERS MASTERLIST:

nayeon

jeongyeon

momo

sana

jihyo

mina

dahyun

chaeyoung

tzuyu

🎀COMING SOON:

fics on my alt (@airaibunny + @lenybunny)

sana x reader - “troublemaker” (smut)

🎀MY ANONS

[shinehyuk]

allure | im nayeon

‣ Genre : yandere, fem!reader, idol au

tw/cw : obsession, kidnapping, violence, abuse of power, heavy themes, please do not read if uncomfortable! nayeon is NOTHING like this in real life, this is ONLY FICTION. i do not support the toxic behavior shown in this work.

Word Count : 1.7k

request : Hi! Could you maybe do a Yandere nayeon x female reader? Like the reader goes to a fansign with her best friend and the reader catches Nayeons attention, and decides she wants the reader?

‣ Summary : attending a fansign of your favorite group, you didn't expect that you'll catch the eye of a certain idol.

———————

"Ready for today's fansign?"

Your best friend poked her head into your room, watching as you prepared the final things for the event. You picked up your bag, putting it on your shoulder before taking a deep breath and nodding to her. You were waiting for this day for a long time. It truly was a great miracle that both you and your friend won the tickets to the Twice fansign.

After you made sure that everything was in place and you didn't forget anything, you left your apartment in a hurry and sat into your friend's car. You were so excited that you could barely sit still in your seat. The member you liked the most was Nayeon; she caught your eye the second you first saw her. And now, actually getting the chance to see her in person was like a dream come true – you always wanted to tell her just how much she means to you. To her, you may just seem like an average fan, not even a single bit any different than all the other fans, but she definitely was not just an average idol to you.

About ten minutes passed before you got to the fansign place, your friend parking her car nearby and turning off the radio that was loudly playing the entire ride. Unlike you, her favorite member was Jihyo, the leader of Twice. Your friend had already attended a few fansigns and had the chance to chat with her in person, but it was your first time ever attending one – you had planned out everything that you'd say to the idols in your head and practiced it in front of the mirror the entire week. Now all you needed to achieve success was to not freak out when you see the goddesses in person.

"Come on, there's already a bunch of people getting in." Your best friend hurried you, closing her car when you finally left your seat.

"Do I look good?" You asked her, checking yourself out by the selfie camera of your phone. You decided to wear an outfit inspired by The Feels, a Nayeon photocard being proudly shown off on the back of your phone.

Your friend looked you up and down before silently nodding, tugging on your hand so you finally moved closer to the building where the fansign took place. You stood in a long line, trying hard not to freak out. Everyone looked amazing, dressed in various outfits inspired by Twice music videos or their music show stages. You blended in almost too well – maybe you should have been a bit more creative with your outfit?

Finally, after the fansign guards checked you for any dangerous iteme it was your turn to enter the fansign, following the other fans to the place where the idols were waiting. It was a very big room, a small crowd already formed under the stage. Then, you saw her – Nayeon. She was even more beautiful in real life, smiling and chatting with Mina who was sitting next to her while they watched the fans.

You glanced at the number you were assigned to. It was twenty two, meaning that you didn't have to wait long before it was your turn to talk with the girls. After everyone entered, it was time to properly start the fansign. People started to come up the stage, talking with the group.

You were anxiously fiddling with your fingers, waiting for your turn while your bestfriend comforted you. When your number was finally called out and it was your turn, you saw her show you a thumbs up as you were walking up the stage.

The first member was Jihyo – you were overwhelmed by her beauty and how kind she was, the sweet leader instantly making you forget all about being nervous. Chatting with her, you didn't even notice that your time with her has already passed, the guard hurrying you.

The next one was Jeongyeon, who was just as sweet. For a while, you were able to forget that you were ever anxious about talking with the group.

Slowly but surely, you got to Nayeon, your entire confidence disappearing. She was even more stunning up this close, instantly taking your breath away.

Oh, if only you knew that at that time, she felt the exact same.

"O-Oh, sorry–" You broke out of the trance first, followed by the idol that simply giggled at the situation. "My name is Y/N."

"No worries. You look stunning today, Y/N! Oh, is your outfit inspired by our 'The Feels'?~" She asked.

You nod with a smile, almost exploding on the inside. After all, a compliment from your idol is not just a trifle, is it? "You look very beautiful, too" You said, watching as she signed your album. She took a little more time signing it than the others; it looked like she was doodling some things, but you couldn't figure out what they were from this angle. From the motion of her hand, it looked like she was drawing hearts.

"Me? Oh, I'm nothing compared to you" She giggled out again, her bunny smile making you melt inside. She was so sweet it made you forget all about the fact that there were hundreds of people behind you – it was just you and her now, and no one else mattered.

Once she finished signing your album, she closed it and looked up at you, gently sweeping a strand of your hair away from your eyes. You were sure that your heart completely stopped beating for a good second with Nayeon being so close to you, laughing out at your reaction.

"So cute" She hummed. "Who's your favorite?" Nayeon asked, not letting her focus off of you for even a second.

Normally, she wouldn't even care about such things. It was useless to her. But with you, she felt the weird need to ask. You were alluring. She wanted to know more about you. Oh, if only she could stop time.

"Y-You, of course" You felt your stomach clench as you stuttered. It's not like you were lying, but why were you so nervous?

"Good!~"

Your time with her quickly got to an end, one of the guards telling you to move. Nayeon glared at him, annoyed by the guard interrupting your chat. You sadly said your goodbyes and moved to the next member, making her sigh out.

Fans never really catch her attention unless they stood out in particular – with creative outfits, gifts or ideas. But you looked like a completely plain, normal fangirl. Was it because you were so cute? Perhaps because you were so embarrassed of your anxiety? You left the idol with more questions than answers.

But one thing she was sure about. She wasn't going to let you go so easily. How could she, when you're the only person that truly allured her?

Until the very end of the fansign, all she could think about was you. She kept looking over to the crowd to see what you were doing. Maybe she shouldn't have let you go so easily before? But then, the guard would've just forced you to leave.

But now, she's not going to make the same mistake as before. She won't allow you to leave her again.

Once the fansign ended and people were slowly leaving the building, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom for a second. When you left, most people have already left, the security rushing the last people out. Just as you were about to follow them out, you were pulled back by another guard and before you could react, you were pushed out of the back doors of the building, then into a black van that already had a couple of people inside.

To your surprise, the people were none other than Nayeon, the manager and some other staff you saw during the fansign. "Good job" She praised the guard that nod and closed the door of the van, trapping you inside.

"..What the..? Please let me go" You tried to open the door, but the driver has locked it before you could do anything. Was this a prank? It must've been one, right? Something along the lines of 'trapping a fan inside a car with their favorite idol'.

"I wont let you go again, Y/N" Nayeon smiled, putting her hand on your cheek. "There's something different about you.. Why?"

How on earth did she remember your name? No, that wasn't important now. With each passing second, you started to feel like this wasn't a prank at all, the van starting to drive away from the building.

"I-I'm really sorry, but you must be mistaken" You tried to do anything to the door that could open it – pushing it, pulling, nothing worked. Nayeon giggled at your efforts, watching you with her curious eyes.

"You're the only person that struck my interest" She hummed, tilting her head. "..I want you to be mine"

...What?

"I noticed you in the crowd before, actually" She said. "You were so nervous. It was cute, I couldn't take my eyes off of you"

"Let me out!"

"I want you. You have no other choice than to be mine~" She said it with the exact same sweet smile that you saw back at the fansign, but her eyes were different. They were dark, almost making the idol look obsessed – or was she?

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sick of this joke. I really have to go now" The car was driving further and further away from the building, making you more and more anxious. Your friend must be worried sick, looking for you.

Nayeon let out an annoyed sigh, grabbing your hand. "What don't you understand? You're mine. Anyone would be happy to be with the idol of their dreams, no?" She paused for a while before smiling once again. "..Or maybe that's what makes you so special"

This surely wasn't a joke anymore. No one in their right mind would go this far, especially a worldwide popular idol that needed to try extremely hard to keep up a perfect image.

Tears came to your eyes as you tried shouting for help, but no one could help you now. She made you hers, and there was nothing that you could possibly do when everyone, including the staff, is on her side.

She giggled and hugged you, satisfied. That fansign, she received a lot of gifts from fans, yet she didn't care a single thing about them.

The best gift was you.

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thank you for requesting! i hope you liked it <3 i tried my best, sorry if it's not too good :( <33

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rules:

what i’ll be writing:

• femidol x femreader - i’ll write for le sserafim, twice, (g)-idle

• reader is almost always idol

• i will focus on the 3 eldest in le sserafim, park jihyo and cho miyeon

• fluff, angst, comfort, domestic, nsfw

• short fics/one shots and i’m open to drabbles

• reqs always are open! feel free to send in any ideas you might have!

• nsfw for 05 and older (i can’t control who reads things so pls as a warning, read at your own risk!)

what i won’t write:

• gp, noncon, yandere, incest/stepcest, huge age gaps, mommy/daddy kinks, anything to do with animals…and any other shit i find extremely uncomfy

• maleidol x reader - men pls dni

• nonidol au

• idol x idol for now

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woso blog: @leahluvr

^^will be posting more frequently on my other blog from now on

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

—🐰MASTERLIST & RULES🐰—

MASTERLIST

RULES:

— things i’ll write:

smut, fluff, and angst (although i’m not very good at angst)

i write a variety of different things: short scenarios, one shots, and full length stories. Multiple parts can be requested of any story

i write fem!idol x fem!reader and fem!idol x fem!idol

non-idol AU

— things i won’t write:

anything smutty involving minor idols

noncon, yandere, ageplay, anything with animals, any other things of that sort

g!p

male readers or idols (sorry guys)

— general

* i probably won’t update super frequently as I am a graduate college student, but i will try to upload at least once a week!

* i’ll do my best to tag everything and keep it organized the best i can

PROMPTS:

—you can request that i add specific nicknames to any of the dialogue prompts. These prompts are from my friend’s blog. All credits to them!

general smut prompts

first time/inexperienced smut prompts

soft smut prompts

threesome smut prompts

random prompts

kink prompts

WIPS:

Mother - Jihyo x Reader (Suggestive)

Untitled - NaTzu x Reader (Smut)

My Comfort Cure - Nayeon x Reader (Fluff)

MY ANONS:

—you can become part of the list by signing off your request with an emoji!

🐰anon

*template from airaibunny*

[elryuse]

Yandere wonyoung x male childhood friend. But this time both YN & Wonyoung had a good & happy ending.

HAPPY ENDINGS

YANDERE WONYOUNG X MALE READER

The hallway echoed with the rhythmic clack of Wonyoung's patent leather loafers. Her dark school uniform, tailored to accentuate her impossibly small waist, seemed to billow with an unseen wind as she stalked towards Y/n. His deep laugh, punctuated by the giggles of his girlfriend, Jihyo, grated on Wonyoung's nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

They used to be inseparable, Y/n and her. Crawling through mud puddles, building sandcastles that vanished with the tide. But high school brought new priorities, and Jihyo, with her warm smile and infectious laughter, had become Y/n's new companion.

Wonyoung stopped a few feet behind them, her meticulously styled dark hair framing a face that could switch from cute to chilling in a heartbeat. Her usually large, doe-eyed gaze narrowed into slits, the playful glint replaced by a cold, predatory gleam.

Jihyo, sensing the shift in atmosphere, turned around, a smile faltering on her lips. "Oh hi, Wonyoung! "

"Hey," Wonyoung replied, her voice a saccharine syrup laced with venom. "Nice… picnic for two?" Her eyes lingered on Jihyo's hand, innocently intertwined with Y/n's.

Y/n, ever oblivious, turned around with a goofy grin. "Wonyoung! Didn't see you there. What's up?"

Ignoring Y/n, Wonyoung leaned in, her voice a chilling whisper that only Jihyo could hear. "He doesn't belong to you. Not anymore."

Jihyo, pale and trembling, mumbled a quick goodbye and practically ran away. Wonyoung watched her go, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. Now, it was just her and Y/n.

"What was that about?" Y/n asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Wonyoung's smile disappeared, replaced by a mask of vulnerability. "I just miss us, Y/n. Remember those times when it was just me and you?"

Y/n sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We can still hang out, Wonyoung. It's not like Jihyo replaced you."

Replaced. The word sent a spike of murderous possessiveness through Wonyoung. Replaced? He was hers, always had been, even if he couldn't see it.

"But it's not the same," she whined, her voice thick with feigned sadness. "She doesn't understand you like I do."

Y/n opened his mouth to protest, but Wonyoung cut him off. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were cold, devoid of real emotion. "Do you even remember what happened the last time you told me you liked someone else?"

Y/n's eyes widened. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the "accident" that had mysteriously broken his first girlfriend's leg, effectively ending their relationship. Wonyoung, ever the concerned friend, had been there to comfort him then too.

Suddenly, the seemingly innocuous childhood games of hide-and-seek and truth-or-dare took on a sinister hue. Was it a coincidence that every girl Y/n showed interest in ended up ostracized or worse?

Terror replaced confusion in Y/n's eyes. He took a hesitant step back, but Wonyoung was quicker. Before he could react, she grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong.

"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice sweet but laced with a chilling possessiveness. "Now that you remember, we can be happy again. Just you and me, like it always should have been."

Y/n was trapped. He had to play along, at least for now. But a small seed of defiance bloomed in his heart. He had to find a way out of this twisted game of love and fear.

As Wonyoung linked her arm through his, her perfect smile masking the darkness within, Y/n knew this was just the beginning of a terrifyingly sweet nightmare. Sleep became a stranger, replaced by the constant vigilance of not upsetting the delicate balance of Wonyoung's affection.

Nights were filled with whispered threats disguised as promises, and days a suffocating routine of Wonyoung orchestrating every aspect of their lives. Yet, amidst the terror, a strange realization dawned on Y/n. Wonyoung, for all her twisted devotion, cared for him deeply, in her own warped way.

One stormy night, as Wonyoung held him close, her grip tighter than usual, Y/n decided he couldn't live like this anymore. He had to take a chance.

"Wonyoung," he said, his voice barely a whisper. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a manic adoration that sent shivers down his spine. "Yes, Y/n?"

"I… I know you care about me," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "But this, us being like this… it's not healthy. It scares me."

Wonyoung's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something akin to fear crossing her features before it was masked by a pout. "Why does it scare you, Y/n? Don't you trust me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you," he said, taking a deep breath. "It's just that… I don't think this is love. This isn't the way friends treat each other."

The words hung heavy in the air, a challenge to the twisted reality Wonyoung had constructed. A tear rolled down her cheek, this one seemingly genuine. "But I love you, Y/n. I always have."

"And I care about you too, Wonyoung," he said, reaching out to gently wipe away her tear. "More than you know. But maybe… maybe our love can be something normal. We can be friends again, the way we used to be."

Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Y/n braced himself for another outburst, for the possessiveness to resurface. But instead, Wonyoung surprised him.

A single tear escaped her eye, tracing a glistening path down her cheek. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Do you think… do you think that's possible?"

Y/n saw a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, a glimpse of the girl he used to know, hidden beneath the layers of possessiveness. He squeezed her hand gently. "It won't be easy, Wonyoung. You have to trust me."

A long moment passed, filled with unspoken emotions. Finally, a small smile bloomed on Wonyoung's face, hesitant at first, then widening. It wasn't the chilling, calculated smile he was used to. This was a genuine smile, filled with a newfound hope.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I trust you."

The road to normalcy was long and arduous. Therapy sessions became a regular part of their routine, Wonyoung slowly learning to manage her obsessive tendencies. The fear that had crippled Y/n gradually receded, replaced by a cautious trust.

The childhood games they used to play took on a new meaning. Hide-and-seek became a playful chase, not a test of dominance. Truth-or-dare became a bridge to rebuild their fragile friendship.

It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. There were arguments, relapses, and moments where the old darkness threatened to resurface. But through it all, they held onto the fragile thread of trust they had built.

Years passed, and their relationship blossomed into something beautiful and unexpected. The possessiveness morphed into a fierce loyalty, the obsessive need to control transformed into a supportive partnership.

One day, under the shade of the same tree where they used to play as children, Y/n knelt before Wonyoung. In his hand, a simple silver ring sparkled in the sunlight.

"Wonyoung," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "we've come a long way. You're no longer just my childhood friend, you're the strongest, most amazing person I know. Will you marry me?"

Wonyoung's eyes welled up with tears, this time tears of genuine joy. A thousand emotions flooded through her – fear, doubt, and a happiness so profound it took her breath away.

She looked at the ring, then back at Y/n, her childhood friend, now the love of her life. With a shaky breath and a smile that could rival the sun, she whispered, "Yes, Y/n. Of course I will."

Their wedding wasn't a grand affair, just a small gathering of close friends and family. But the love that filled the air was more potent than any fireworks display. Wonyoung, no longer the yandere schoolgirl, stood beside Y/n, a woman who had conquered her darkness and found love in the most unexpected of places.

[bebeyeyo]

트와이스 masterlist ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

𑁍 𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗 임나연

nayeon + voyeurism ft. sana

nayeon + voyeurism | headcanon

better off | drabble

𑁍 𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗 유정연

𑁍 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚘 하라이 모모 平井もも

momo + body worship | headcanon

maniac | drabble

𑁍 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊 미나토자키 사나 湊崎紗夏

always the bridesmaid, never the bride | drabble

𑁍 𝚓𝚒𝚑𝚢𝚘 박지효

always the bridesmaid, never the bride | drabble

happy birthday | request

𑁍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊 묘이 미나 名井南

lovesick | drabble

yandere!mina | drabble

siren | drabble

yandere!mina (description)

her desire and your need | fic

𑁍 𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗 김다현

𑁍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 손채영

𑁍 𝚝𝚣𝚞𝚢𝚞 저우 쯔위 周子瑜

secret form meetings | drabble

주세요 | drabble

𑁍 𝙾𝚃𝟿 / 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 + 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 + 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

first kiss with them | reaction

ditto short series : nayeon, jeongyeon, momo, sana, jihyo, mina, dahyun, chaeyoung, tzuyu

𑁍 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜:

in her eyes // sana x f!reader series

[kpoptrashlord-007]

I guess since @writeformesinpie posted about it already, I’ll have to actually commit. We’re having a little competition to each post 6 fics between January 17th and 22nd. Having picked the bands then subsequent idols at random, we’ll be using my Valentine’s Day Prompts for inspo. Here are the ones I’m doing!

BTS ;; Jungkook ;; Yandere ;; Heart-Shaped Box

Enhypen ;; Jay ;; Fluff ;; Candy Hearts

EXO ;; Baekhyun ;; Yandere ;; Purple Bruises

NCT 127 ;; Jaehyun ;; Smut ;; Black Silk

Stray Kids ;; Bang Chan ;; Smut ;; ??

TWICE ;; Jihyo ;; Fluff ;; Pink Envelope

The prompts are subject to change but the genre and idol probably won’t. 

Please look forward to our works! <3

[linos-luna]

My Queen (Pt. 4) 🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt 5)

Warnings: delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, toxic relationship, yandere

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Gently, Hyunjin braided your hair, adding little flowers and clips, making you feel special. After months of staying indoors, you finally convinced him to go on a date outside, beyond the usual garden or park outings.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you, he just worried about someone stealing you away. As he finished tying your hair, you discussed the day's plan.

"So, first the cafe?"

"Yes, love," he nodded

"Then a walk through town and maybe some shopping?"

"Mmhm..." he nodded, a bit nervous.

"And dinner at the end?"

"Yes, only the best for you, my queen," he replied.

"That makes me happy," you said, turning to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Thats good," he smiled, the nervousness fading as your affection warmed the moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 👑

You took a sip of your hot mocha, sighing with comfort as you took in your surroundings. It was so nice being out in public. Fresh air and the warm smell of coffee had you feeling good.

It was a chilly day and Hyunjin had you dressed in a skirt with warm tights and boots. While at the cafe, he would be eyeing any and all people in the surrounding area. No one should lay eyes on his queen. No one here is worthy of her presence.”

Due to drinking a large Iced Americano, Hyunjin had to take a bathroom break. He wanted to be quick, but he knew you wouldn’t move.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

You hear a familiar voice and turn around. It was a friend.

"Oh, hi Jihyo!"

"Where have you been?" The girl asked while coming right up to you.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been gone for months! We thought you were kidnapped!"

"Oh I’m okay. I'm not kidnapped. Hyunjin brought me home."

"Hyunjin?” She said with a pause. “That weird guy who likes you? Did he kidnap you?"

"No, he brought me back to the castle."

"The cas— y/n, that's crazy talk! He kidnapped you! He's not right in the head.”

“What do you mean?” You ask with the tilt of your head.

“You’ve been gone for months!” She said frantically. “How could you let him keep you imprisoned like that??”

“Oh no.” You replied. "He's the love of my life,"

"Y/n, he's brainwashed you," Jihyo said, grabbing your wrist.

“How has he done that—?”

Hyunjin returned, glaring until Jihyo let go. "Who is this?" he asked.

"A friend, Jinnie. We were catching up, right?"

"Y/n..." Jihyo spoke cautiously. "We should hang out sometime."

"Yeah? Maybe you can visit." You added excitedly. “Jinnie, can Jihyo visit the castle?"

"I'll think about it," he said.

"Come on, darling," Hyunjin said, pulling you away. "Let's go; I want to get you some pretty jewelry."

"Okay! See you later, Jihyo!"

Your friend watched as the man lead you out. She was incredibly worried. Yeah she was glad you’re okay but she’s also worried about how you spoke. What has he done to you?

~~~~~~~ 👑

“What were you talking with your friend about?” He asked while getting back to the car.

“Not much really.” You said with a shrug. “She’s just been wondering where I’ve been.”

“What did you say?”

“I said that you took me home. Back to the castle.” You said with a smile.

Hyunjin sighed with relief while leaning in to give a quick kiss.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my love.”’

~~~~~ 👑

After some shopping and him just spoiling you in general, you found yourselves at a restaurant. Nothing too fancy but still nice.

As you waited for your meal, Hyunjin, rubbed your hand and admired the new necklace he'd given you. He had an even bigger surprise planned and was excited. When the food arrived, you felt awkward; you were used to him feeding you.

"Sorry, Love," he apologized, noticing your hesitation. "I didn't mean to make you wait!"

"It's okay, Jinnie.”

Ignoring the curious looks, Hyunjin cut up your food and fed you, even taking care of your drink. It might have seemed strange to others, but they figured it was just a cringy couple thing.

After finishing, he ordered dessert, a slice of cake for you to share along with ice cream.

As you waited, Hyunjin stood up next to you, taking your hand.

“Y/n, my love.”

“Yes?”

“You are the most beautiful and amazing woman ever. No one compares to you, my queen.” He continued. “I wish to spend all eternity with you. I wish to rule by your side forever and ever.”

“Hm?”

After getting on one knee, he pulled out a ring from his pocket, one he had bought earlier in secret. “Will you marry me?”

You covered your mouth in shock. So unexpected! You could feel as the others in the restaurant turned their heads at the interesting scene.

“Of course I will!” You said with a smile, hugging him tight as he stood up. This illicited the surrounding patron to clap and cheer. Believing that this was so sweet.

Some tears rolled down your cheeks as he slipped the ring on. “I love it, Jinnie.”

In this moment, you felt so happy. Surrounded by cheering people and your loving boyfriend— no Fiancé! You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. The love of your life.

[cheegu3]

Could you do a yandere teacher Jihyo (twice) with a submissive female reader who misbehaves in her class?

a/n: reader wanted to add g!p, if you are uncomfortable with this don’t read!! this is so bad the actual sex was very rushed I’m sorry :c

Y/L/N stands for your last name :)

tw / trigger warning: g!p, word dick is used, Yandere themes (violence, abusive relationship) 18+, smut, degrading + spanking, penetrative sex and nickname use.

pairing: fm reader x teacher jihyo 

wc: 1.1k

~ Yandere teacher Jihyo  - w/reader who misbehaves in class ~

You laughed loudly with your friends for about the fifth time this lesson but your laugh got stuck in your throat as you met eyes with Ms. Park’s piercing gaze.

‘‘ Y/L/N last warning ‘‘ she said, her eyes narrowed warningly before she turned back to the board and continued with what she was doing.

You couldn’t see the smirk that formed on her face as she thought about how she should punish you for being bad - maybe if you did you wouldn’t have taken such a long time to pack up your things at the end of class.

As if on cue the bell rang signalling it was lunch time and in sync the students stood up, being in a rush to get there first. Very quickly it was only you and your friends left.

‘‘ Y/N I want you to stay to talk to me. You- ‘‘ she looked towards your friends ‘‘You can go to lunch, it’ll take a while ‘‘ she smiled and they left while looking at you with worried looks.

When the door had been closed she went up to the windows to drag the curtains in front, making you stand in almost total darkness.

You felt your legs start to shake now and knew this wasn’t normal. What was she gonna do to you that she didn’t want others to see?

She strode quite suddenly to you and stopped in front. Something was different about her. Ms. Park’s eyes that were usually stern or kind were now dark and clouded. You didn’t know what they were clouded with until you felt something hard push up against your leg as she got closer and you gasped in surprise.

“ Ms. Park? “

She answered by pulling her black skirt up so you could get a full view of between her legs. She had a dick, and it was hard - anticipating the tension and what was about to happen.

“ Touch it “ she said, eyes never leaving you even though you had looked away long ago with a blush on your cheeks.

You obeyed, too scared to get hit if you didn’t. That isn’t to say you didn’t want it, all that misbehaving and daydreaming during class had been because of her. You had a thing for female teachers, just thinking about them making you theirs in between classes was enough to make you wet in your seat - something the male teachers couldn’t do.

When your hand came in contact with her bulge she winced and threw her head back slightly, sensitive at touch.

“ You...Don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this y/n “ she almost growled in a low voice.

You felt yourself automatically close your legs trying desperately for her not to notice you clenching around your wetness. Her hand came up to your lower back and you stopped palming her as she spun you around with such force your breath got knocked out of your chest.

You were now facing down, chest was touching the cold table while your ass was in full view for her. Her fingers started trailing up from your thigh and then eventually resting on your behind, making your body shiver.

Without warning her fingers suddenly left your skin and she delivered a hard slap to your ass. You screamed out in pain.

‘‘ Be quiet ‘‘ Ms. Park reached around and took your tie off to then put it in your mouth. 

The tie muffled the cries you let out next as she delivered a few harsh ones in a row, not even giving you room to breathe.

‘‘ Now tell me what you want me to do ‘‘ she bent over you so she could whisper in your ear and you felt her hard member poke your thigh. ‘‘ You want me to fill you up, don’t you - you stupid slut ‘‘ 

You felt embarrassed at how your body responded to the degrading your own teacher was doing to you. This time when you tried to shut your trembling legs you were stopped by her leg standing in between blocking you.

‘‘ Speak ‘‘ she demanded in that same stern voice she used in the classroom which turned you on even more.

Your inaudible sentence which was again muffled made her laugh cruelly.

‘‘ Aw, so pathetic Y/L/N ‘‘ she delivered one last hit to your ass, making you scream - before pulling up her skirt.

You knew she was eager too, it was like you could feel the tension in the air. You couldn’t see what was going on behind you so let out another surprised gasp when she put her full length into you, bottoming out. As she entered she let out another groan and you imagined her rolling her eyes back like you were.She stretched you so good with tears already forming in your eyes. 

Then Jihyo started to move at a very fast speed. You had to hold on to the table to not fall as she again and again thrusted all the way in. 

You felt thankful for the tie because otherwise you’d be a whimpering mess underneath your teacher.

The familiar buildup of the knot in your tummy started to form and Jihyo hissed as you clenched around her.

You tried to blurt out that you were close but it went unnoticed and then it came like a wave over you. The pleasure, like you were seeing stars. She let you ride your high out but didn’t stop there. She was still ruthlessly ramming into you - although you noticed her thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier. 

Her dick twitched inside just before you felt the warm cum shoot up, decorating your walls.

Pants filled the room and sweat decorated both of your foreheads. A thought started to fill your mind - how could you ever face her now? She was your teacher, you’d have to see her every day!

As if sensing your worry Jihyo attempted to stroke your hair affectionately but you pulled away. You stood up and put your clothes on as quick as you could. Trying to head for the door you were stopped by her grabbing your wrist.

‘‘ Who said you could go? ‘‘ she looked angry.

‘‘ What? I have lunch and stuff - my friends are waiting for me ‘‘ 

You felt very small under her intense gaze. 

‘‘ No you don’t understand ‘‘ she got off the bench she had jumped up on and came up very quickly to you.

You failed to notice the very obvious red flag as she then turned to face you while blocking the exit which you were going to escape out of.

There was no escaping now. You were hers.