#yandere lee donghyuk

[neobomb]

give into things i (dont) want to [lee haechan]

bully! (yandere) stalker! Haechan x innocent! church girl!reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Word Count: 1.2k Inspired by this drabble made by @neocentral Warnings: mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, stalking, forcing??, slut shaming, masterbation, choking & breathplay?, hair pulling, manhandling, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Summery: bully!Haechan is secretly in love with you and loves pulling your hair as it feeds into his perverted fantasies. btw, donghyuk is haechan's real name © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

Haechan is hopelessly in love with you, a secret he vowed to take to his grave. However, his misguided attempts to gain your attention had spiraled out of control. What began as innocent teasing morphed into malicious intent. He has gone too far now. There is no going back. Over the years, he subjected you to relentless bullying: mocking you with derogatory names, spreading false rumors, and cornering you against his locker to threaten you. For as long as he had known you, he couldn't recall a single moment when he had treated you kindly.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to..” he loves hearing you plead for forgiveness. Tears welled in your eyes as he pulled your long luscious hair, your eyes looking up at him with an innocence he couldn't ignore. 

“A slut like you should know when to keep their dirty mouth shut.” he says, looking down on you. You looked like a mess. A hot mess. You’re on the floor, tears running down your face as heavy breaths left your lungs after the assault. When he goes home, he would picture this exact image of you in his head while mercilessly stroking his dick. He would imagine ramming his dick into you while pulling your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. It was the primary reason he enjoyed pulling your hair during confrontations.

Everyday, he would follow you home after school. It didn't appear unusual since his house was only a few blocks away from yours. You never thought much of it. Each time you entered the safety of your home, you assumed he would just keep going until he reached his own. But oh…how you were wrong. 

Haechan would always linger around you at a close proximity. Your bedroom is on the first floor, facing a large oak tree, his favorite hiding spot. Peeking through the leaves, he watches you through your bedroom window. You’re sitting on your bed, reading a book. You look so peaceful. So beautiful. Whenever your hair gets in the way, you tug the strands behind your ears, revealing more of your neckline each time. Occasionally, he would take photographs of you as you undress, showing it to his friends as "evidence" of your supposed slutty behavior, but primarily keeping them for his own twisted satisfaction later on.

Haechan knows better than everyone that you’re anything but a slut. He doesn't even think that you have had your first kiss yet. Over the past year, he's spread rumors about you sleeping with countless older men, intending to dissuade other boys from showing interest in you. In truth, you're a devout church-goer with a deep love for immersing yourself in books and fiction. But still, he loves calling you a slut. The humiliation that marks your face each time he calls you those names does wonders to him. 

—

An intense heatwave has gripped the town. The scorching sun felt like it was searing your skin as you used a book to fan yourself. This summer break, aside from working at your cousin Kun's restaurant, you hadn't accomplished much. During your shifts, Haechan would consistently appear, each time accompanied by a different girl. What a manwhore, you thought to yourself. 

“If you feel as though he is bothering you, I can take his table. Just slice the salmon for me and keep an eye on the fryer.” Jaehyun offers, extending his knife to you. As your fingers lightly touch, a swarm of butterflies stirs in your stomach. You've harbored feelings for Jaehyun for some time. He's tall, amiable, strikingly handsome, and an exceptional chef. He embodied everything you desired in a boyfriend. Though only a few years older, he appeared to have everything figured out. 

From a distance, Haechan observed your exchanges with Jaehyun. Not paying any attention to the girl he was on a date with. He took note of your hearty laughter at Jaehyun's jokes and the way your face flushed crimson with every compliment he paid you. Saying Haechan was jealous would be a severe understatement; he was profoundly possessive over you. 

—

The community you live in organized a grand gathering, and by chance, your parents had offered to host the entire event in your backyard. Such events were never to your liking as you would panic at the social interactions. Worst of all, lee donghyuk was present at the event. You seek refuge in your room, after hours on end, having to endure awkward conversations. 

“Why did you cut your hair, Y/N?” Haechan stands in front of your bedroom door. He stared at you intensely, noticing how your hair falls right at your shoulder, revealing your pronounced collarbones. He suspected you might have cut your hair based on the conversation he had overheard between you and Jaehyun a few days ago, where Jaehyun expressed his preference for girls with shoulder length hair. It seemed evident to him that you were attempting to align with Jaehyun's preferences, which angered him greatly. “Yes, why do you care?” 

“Is it because you can’t just grab onto it as easily anymore?” The words you just uttered struck him with the realization that you might have uncovered his dirty little secret. He restrained himself from showing any emotion. Keep it cool. Keep it cool. You’re probably just being paranoid, he tells himself “Huh, What a big mouth. Why would you say that?”

“You obviously have something against me. I mean, every day at school, you pull my hair and shove me against your locker," you state, setting your book on the surface of your nightstand. He steps into your room, wearing a deeply unsettling grin, and closes the door behind him.

"Why do you think you can just come into my room, DongHyuck?" You ask sharply, rising swiftly from your bed. You urgently sought an escape from the situation, but Haechan's imposing stature blocked your exit.

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/N.” He gets a rough grip around your neck, pushing you into your bookshelf. Once again, he noticed the familiar panic in your eyes, a sight he disturbingly loves.

“You think I won’t be able to man-handle you just because you cut your hair short. Well, think again.” His grip around your neck gets tighter and tighter. You were no longer registering his words. His words became a distant echo as your mind retreated to a different realm. He has never grabbed onto your neck before. It was certainly a new sight for him, a sight he was going crazy for. The way your hands grab onto his wrist, desperately trying to ease his grip, and the way your eyes almost fall shut by the intensity of the situation. It all turned him on so much. 

He gradually loosened his hold on your neck, observing as you gasped for air and color that returned to your face. As you caught your breath, Haechan abruptly pressed his lips against yours. The fervor of the kiss was overwhelming. He bit down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind. His patience has ultimately run out.

[taehyungday]

𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂É- 𝚕.𝚍𝚑.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗒𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…1350

"F/N (father's name), you've lost the war. Your kingdom is now under our control." Seoul's King stated.

"Please don't do anything harmful to my family." F/N expressed this while bowing and crying.

"On one condition, I will not harm your family." The king addressed.

F/N had a hopeful expression on his face as he glanced at the King.

"If you don't hurt my family, I'll do anything." F/N remarked.

"I will appoint you as a temporary ruler of your kingdom and I will not hurt any member of your family, if your daughter agrees to marry my son."

Seoul was Korea's most powerful kingdom. No other kingdom's army could equal the strength of the Seoul army. Seoul's monarch had only one son. His son's name was Dong-Hyuck, although he went by the nickname Haechan. Haechan grew up as a spoiled brat. He was always able to get anything he desired. And the King of Seoul was ready to give his son everything, just as he had promised his former wife to do for their kid. Haechan's mother died while giving birth to the king's son. Haechan's mother's dying wish was for him to be happy. And the king made it his mission to grant her final wish, even if it meant sacrificing all of his happiness and pleasures for his son.

Seoul and Busan enjoyed a good relationship. They used to invite each other to festivities in their own kingdoms.

That is how Haechan came to meet the Princess of Busan. He knew she was the single person who was intended for him the instant he saw her. The Y/N had enraged Haechan. The princess had enchanted him. Until he met her, he had never coveted attention. He tried everything he could to grab her attention, but Y/N was too preoccupied with another boy's thoughts. Lee Jeno. He was Busan's financial minister's son.. Jeno was loathed by Haechan for attracting Y/n's attention. He even resisted the urge to murder the boy. But he was certain that one day, Y/n's whole focus will be on him. She wouldn't think about anyone else but him. All he needed was a good plan to pull it off.

The first step in his strategy was to inform his father of his feelings for the girl. Haechan's father was overjoyed to learn that he was ready to marry. The monarch was also considering marrying his son, who would be king in a few years. He was overjoyed when he learned that his son fell in love with the daughter of his friend. He guaranteed Haechan's marriage to Y/n. But everything reached a peak when the king of Busan refused to marry her daughter.

After receiving the news, Haechan became enraged and heartbroken. His father, on the other hand, assured him that he would compel F/n to marry his daughter. Seoul's troops launched an attack on Busan. The battle was won by Seoul's army as it was larger and stronger. F/n had no choice than to marry his daughter at this point.

"The Seoul Crown Prince has arrived." The guards made an announcement.

"It's a delight to finally meet you, darling," While kissing Y/handn's, Haechan spoke. Y/n returned his welcome with a small smile.

"Now, because our wedding is coming up in a few months, we need to get to know each other." Haechan was the one who talked.

"Can I speak with you, Prince Haechan, about something?" Y/n questioned, a little cautiously.

"Darling, you don't have to ask my permission." Haechan was quick to respond.

"I can't marry you."

Haechan was unsurprised. He was aware that this moment was approaching and had devised a strategy to deal with it.

"Why?" he inquired.

"I'm in love with someone else." She responded.

"Who is the lucky one?" Haechan asked.

"Lee Jeno is a childhood acquaintance of mine."

"Oh! I was thinking to myself that I would be able to marry such a gorgeous lady, only to discover that her heart had already been captured by someone else. But don't worry, if you don't want to marry me, I'll attempt to suppress my feelings for you and persuade my father to call off our wedding." Haechan answered.

How could Haechan be so good, Y/n couldn't believe. How could he appreciate Y/n’s marriage decision so much? She was overjoyed. She hugged Haechan without thinking. When she hugged him, Haechan was flabbergasted. He was overwhelmed with joy when his Y/n hugged him. He was confident that his strategy was working.

"He had been poisoned."

My entire universe came crumbling down around me. I had the impression that my sadness would never go away. The world wasn't going to stop crashing until all that was left of me was dust. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jeno was thrilled when he learned that Haechan would back out of his marriage proposal yesterday. They stayed up all night making love to one other.

Someone poisoned him today, however.

I just screamed and closed my eyes as a vision of Jeno's dead body flashed through my head. I wanted to scream so loudly that my bones would break.

Someone snatched me up and embraced me. I raised my eyes to see Haechan.

"Love, don't cry. Everything will turn out fine." While rocking me in his embrace, he said.

I couldn't stop crying.

"Whenever your world begins to crumble, you will always find me at your side."

Jeno's funeral took place a few months ago. Without him, I was completely lost. Haechan was the only person who kept me sane. He was always by my side. He demonstrated how much he cared for me. I began to develop feelings for him.

"Y/n." My brother approached me with a worried expression on his face.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked.

"You should distance yourself from Haechan." He stated.

"Why?" I inquired about him.

"He's a lunatic. I believe he was the one who killed Jeno."

"What makes you think he'd kill Jeno? To me, he's been nothing but a sweetheart. Unlike my own family, he would always respect my decisions and would never pressurise me. He is the only one who is concerned about my well-being." Y/n was said.

"No, he-" er brother was cut off.

"Stop blaming me for everything." While entering the room with F/n, Haechan said.

"What?" Your brother asked, perplexed.

"I am quite dissatisfied with you, son." F/n expressed.

"What did I do?" Your brother had queried.

" We were told by the royal cook that you were spotted putting something in Jeno's dish. We found poison in your almirah today when we investigated your room." Haechan said.

"Wait, what? Everything was done by Haechan. I had nothing to do with it." It was said by your brother.

"It's time to lock him up." F/n directed the guards with a dejected expression on his face.

I couldn't believe it was my brother who was in charge of everything. Why did he kill my former partner, and tears welled up in my eyes once more.Haechan embraced me right away. He gave me a small smile as he gazed at me. Everything was going to be fine, I knew.

"You may kiss the bride." priest said.

Haechan glanced at Y/n as if he was asking for permission to kiss her. Y/n gave a shy nod. Haechan kissed Y/n immediately after her agreement. They were both blushing profusely when they were pulled from the kiss.

Y/n was willing to give Haechan the opportunity to be her lover. She had created a strong bond with the Crown Prince.

Haechan, on the other hand, was smirking, knowing that his strategy had worked. How he devised a strategy to thwart everyone who was opposed to their wedding. Only if Y/n knew how many people he slaughtered in her name.

But they were in for a long intense night right now.

[ukittyu]

BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Donghyuck was nothing but a cynical lover. He would charm you with his details and affection but when you last expect it, he'll toy with your mind senseless, his "love" started to feel more like a shot burning down your throat, with no warning. He manipulated you because he'll do everything and anything to get what he wants and he wanted to break you.

He was sweet,

"You're a liar! You never loved me, you're just using me. After all I've done for you?"

He was caring,

"Oh it hurts? Wait until you get what you really deserve."

He was eloquent,

"You are nothing but a useless cunt, you'll never make me happy."

He was honest.

"I'll tell you something, sweetheart, and this is true. I'm meaner than my demons...and I'll never let go of you, ever."

[neobomb]

give into things i (dont) want to [lee haechan] - the sequel

bully! (yandere) stalker! Haechan x innocent! virgin! church girl!reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. please read part 1 before reading this Word Count: 1.6k [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, choking & breathplay?, hair pulling, unprotected sex, corruption kink, noncon, fingering, creampie, loss of virginity, MDNI, smut smut smut Summery: bully!Haechan is secretly in love with you and loves pulling your hair bc it feeds into his perverted fantasies. btw, donghyuk is haechan's real name. donghyuk, hyuk and haechan are all haechan. for the one person who wished to be tagged: @got-sum-badhabits © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Please, Donghyuk, stop...” Haechan gently breaks the kiss, his eyes locking with yours in a tender gaze. His fingers delicately weave through your hair, brushing the strands that softly kiss your shoulders. Tears wells in your eyes as he tightens his fist in your hair, tugging harshly until you hiss through gritted teeth, your eyes looking up at him with the same innocence he is awfully familiar with.

“I stole your first kiss, didn’t I?” he says as his lips form a deranged smile. You find yourself in a state of paralysis, words eluding your grasp, unable to sculpt the sentence you so desperately seek. You muster all your willpower, attempting to dodge his lustful gaze by avertedly turning your head down. 

“Too bad you can’t take it back now.” he says, yanking your head up, letting a loud intake of air grace through your lips. His hands make its way down your shoulders and up to your delicate throat, his thumb brushing the wounded areas marked by his fingerprints. 

“It’s too easy.” he inspects his work on your throat, feeling how the skin gently rises as you gulp in nervousness. He is accustomed to your episodes of panic, especially when he would hold you up against your locker, but never had he seen it manifest quite like this.

“that I can just take your life away in a heartbeat if I wanted to.” His fingers intertwined tightly, securing a firm grip around your throat once again. He grins with delight as your eyes widen, your body shaking erratically from fear. 

“God, you’re so pretty like this” he says, tightening his grip around your neck. “Even with your short hair you look so fucking pretty.” Despite his dislike for your decision to change your haircut to suit Jaehyun's tastes, your beauty remains undeniable. After all, it was your radiant beauty that drove him crazy, making him go to immeasurable extents to gain your attention. Even with your life in his hands at play, deep down, Haechan knows that you’re the one in control. 

“Strip for me, baby” he whispers into your ears, making shivers travel down your spine. “If you want me to spare your life, you do as I say” he reminds you. You have no choice but to slowly bring your hands up to the collar of your shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. As your fingers graze the final button, a brief pause of hesitation halts your movements, but his tightening grip around your neck tells you to continue. 

You let your white button-up shirt drop to the floor, leaving you in your slightly see-through lace bra that compliments your skin tone perfectly. His favorite, he thinks to himself. Haechan pauses, taking the opportunity to truly observe you up close—a contrast to the distant glimpses through your bedroom window he's been accustomed to until now. His dick becomes painfully hard at the sight.

You slowly bring your hands to your back, struggling to find the hook of your bra clasp. Without hesitation, Haechan moves swiftly, his free hand goes behind your back to undo your bra before you let it slip off of your shoulders and down to the floor. You feel awfully exposed in front of him. Instinctively, you bring your hands up in an attempt to shield your body from his gaze. 

“Don’t hide from me, baby” Immediately, he brings your arms behind your back, locking them in place by your wrists. “Now, take off that skirt of yours without hiding from me.” he demands, releasing his grip around your wrists, letting you slowly push down your skirt and panties onto the floor in one swift move.  

He pauses, allowing himself to fully appreciate the breathtaking view of your completely naked body. He makes sure to scan every inch of your body with his eyes, making sure to commit every detail to memory with deliberate care. The feeling of your body so close to his will remain etched in his mind.

“Perfect baby, you look so fucking perfect.” he whispers before stealing another lustful kiss from your lips, hand still around your neck until this very moment. With his free hand, softly cupping your clit, brushing one finger up and down until your pussy starts to glisten from the wetness that forms. You desperately try to muffle your moans into the kiss while pressing your thighs together from the discomfort. 

“So pure, so untouched. All for me to destroy.” he whispers as his lips make their way down your body, ensuring that visible love bites mark every place his lips have visited. He releases his hands from your neck, restoring the rhythm of your breath to its natural, steady pace. To your relief, you’re no longer suffocating. 

Just as his lips were almost brushing against your clit, you gather every shred of valor and prepare to voice your thoughts. “You’re a pervert” Your speech stumbles and gets trapped in your throat while your chest begins to heave with quick, irregular breaths at the realization of his actions. 

“What a big mouth you got, baby girl?” he says, his eyes lift to meet yours, wide with astonishment. “I was about to go easy on you, baby. I wanted to make you cum with my lips.” Immediately, you regret ever saying those words, pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, wishing to simply vanish into nothingness.

“I won’t be gentle now” your eyes widen before he grabs you and pins you to your desk, leaving your ass up in the air for him to smack. For a moment, he stares at your naked ass, brushing his fingers over the red handprint he just made. He spits into your hole to lubricate it before leaning over you and lining his length up with your hole. Without any warning, he pushes his dick into you in one swift move. You sob, eyes tightly shut from the discomfort.

You feel tight, wet and warm around his cock. He can’t help but push until he settles balls deep inside of you, wanting nothing more than for you to feel every inch of him before he starts moving at an uncomfortable fast pace. He tips his head back to the ceiling, and moans your name.

“Fuck… Pussy so tight…” His voice was strained with arousal as your nails dig into your desk. Moans progressively loader as the speed of his thrusts increased. The contents of your desk cascade onto the floor as a result.

“Hyuk, it hurts…” you say in desperation. The sweetness in your voice gets him to rub circles on your clit, to which you force yourself to focus on rather than the constant painful stretch. His hips are still slapping into your ass loudly at a brutal pace, making you squirm below him. He is making it clear that he intends to show you no mercy. He wouldn’t be able to hold back even if he wanted to.

“Stay still.” he growls as he brings his hand from your clit to further press your upper body to the wooden surface of your desk. He feels your juices mixed with a hint of blood in a diluted reddish color, oozing out of you, coating his cock with every thrusts. Just from feeling your pussy pulse around him, he is certain of your growing ease.

“You want to be Jaehyun’s so bad, huh?” he hiss, knowing that his thrusts get sloppier. The pleasure has now turned you into a crying mess and you could do nothing but let him ram his dick into you. “What would Jaehyun think when he sees you beneath me like this?” he leans forward to tell you. Even though he is extremely close to reaching his own climax, he forces himself to keep the rhythm steady, determined to make you reach yours first.

“You’re mine. I’m gonna keep you like this forever.” he says. From the gratifying hum that just escaped your lips, he is convinced that you have surrendered to the thought. And with a few more thrusts, your eyes roll back as you grasp for something to ground you. He grabs a tight hold on your hips, nails digging into your skin to keep you from escaping your orgasm. 

He watches you come undone, feeling your walls clam down on his cock. He can’t help but completely stand still, observing your trembling body. He leans down and whispers “Don’t move”. 

You twist your head to catch a glimpse of him, your gaze awkwardly angled to the side. With each passing moment, his sense of relief grew, sensing your surrender. He could feel the weight of your defeat and the shame of realizing you were powerless against it. How pathetic, he thinks to himself.

“Look at you.” he growls as his hips start to move again, pounding his length in and out of you. 

“I can break you so easily” He released a deep, guttural groan. Soon enough, you feel his cock twitch against your walls as he starts to fill you, making certain that his cum is securely pushed in the depths of your womb. Slowly, he pulls his softening dick out with such precision that not a droplet dares to spill out of you.

"You belong to me now" Haechan remarks, his smile carrying an unsettling edge,  recognizing the helplessness in your eyes. The gleam of amusement in his expression was unmistakably genuine.

At this very moment, you have given into his deep desires. Haechan finally gets his way after all... like he always does....