Tooth rotting yandere

"Miss, we have the right to check your bag-" She's holding you off. From the corner of your eyes, you see another worker on the phone. Are they calling security? You didn't want to deal with it, so you open your bag, only enough for a small peak. The older women huffs at you, bringing her hands to your bag to try and pull it wider.

You pull your bag towards your body more. The other worker who had been on the phone before brings themselves into the scene. It's another older lady, but she looks more younger and more pissed.

"If your not going to open your bag, You'll have to come with us. I've already dialled the police" You bite your lip nervously. She could have been lying, but she was on the phone to someone.

"I already did open my bag, let me go" You give out an annoyed sigh and you try to push past them. One of the workers grips onto your bag, forcing you to stop.

"Hey!" You raise your voice at them, pulling your bag out of their grip. The workers roll their eyes and walk away from you, giving up on this confrontation. You let out a small smile of victory, turning around, and walking out of the store, but you bump into someone.

"Sorry-" You begin.

"Can you come with me" A male voice responds. You bring your eyes up and gulp. Fuck. They really did call the police. There an officer stands, tall and muscular. His hands are crossed and he shows no sign of backing down.

"Uh...sure" You try to sound compliant as you follow him out of the store. You clutch your bag tightly to yourself, hoping he just wants a chat...

After what seems like an eternity of walking behind his tall frame, your led out into the parking lot and towards the cop car.

"So why am I here?" You question as you come closer to the police car.

"I'm taking you to the police station" He says with a matter of factly voice.

"Yeah no thanks" I say bluntly and begin to walk away from him. I'm innocent. I'm innocent. I repeat in my head. A feel a strong hand on arm, halting me in place, "Get off me" You try to pull away from his grip.

"Stop being a brat and just hop in the car" He pulls you closer to the open car door, trying to shove your body inside. You struggle against him, and once again get out of his hold. You make a break for it.

Running away from the car. That was until both his arms wrap around your frame. You freak out. Is he even allowed to do this?

"Get off me!" Your arms are pinned down, you can't even slap and punch him. With his hold around your frame, he effortlessly brings you back to the car.

He roughly pushes you against the hood of the car, bringing your hands painfully behind your back before he tightens the hand cuffs on you.

"Please okay? I listen if you take these!" You stammer out.

"Nah, you need to learn your lesson" He huffs behind your back. He pulls your body up right and brings you back to the back seat where the door still remained open. He pushes your body inside where your fall chest first onto the back seats. You let out a grunt from the impact. Didn't cops make you sit upright? Not lye you down on your stomach?

You begin to question that to yourself. But you're rudely interrupted as you feel his hands roam your backside.

"What the fuck?-" He cuts you off.

"Once you're a good girl I'll bring you to the station, first you're gonna learn your lesson princess" You feel one of his hands trailing down to your ass, where it hooks under your shorts and pulls them hastily down. His other hand is presumably pulling down his own pants.

More panic rises in you and you squirm ruthlessly while crying out for help, "Help help! Please someone. He's trying to rape me-" His hand clamps down on your mouth, shutting you up.

His hand grips the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down. He removes his mouth for a split second. Just as you open to call out again, he stuffs your panties inside your mouth, making a makeshift gag.

You cry out, really understanding the situation you're in.

He pushes your body more inside the back seat of the car, so he himself can close the door behind him, allowing no interruptions. You whine and cry with the panties in your mouth.

"Shhh, take it like a good girl" His voice gives fake compassion. Your whole bodies shaking. But the fear really starts when he turns you on your back side. Hands now pressed underneath your body; you are rendered defenceless.

But in this position, your able to get a really good look at him. He had broad shoulders, toned abbs, tan skin, fluffy hair and packing about 8 inches. He was drop dead gorgeous. That would be if this wasn't the current situation you were in.

So here he was, hovering over your body, greedily staring at the tight shirt you wore, your legs, your waist and your pussy. All the while his eyes goggled at your body, his hand was pumping his own cock.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Waiting for this to end. And it finally begins. While your eyes are closed, you can feel his hands squeezing your tits which are thankfully protected by your bra and shirt. You can feel his lips kiss your thighs, making their way dangerously close to your exposed pussy. You can feel his eyes boring into your closed ones.

"Open your eyes" A beat passes before he pinches the flesh of your thigh and you quickly open your eyes.

"I won't take you to the station, 'k? But if you close your eyes, or even look away from me, I won't hesitate to drive you down there, make you pay all those costly fines and leave you to rot in jail. So just keep your eyes on me" You gulp and quickly nod your head yes. He laughs at your cute reaction.

And so, he lines himself up at your entrance. Not caring to prep you in anyway. I mean, why would he? So you bite down hard on the panties in your mouth, letting out a groan of pain when he pushes his thick, hard and pulsing cock into your pussy. He gives you no chance to breath or get used to his size. Not even a second passes before he retracts his hips and slams back inside you.

You let out a gasp, and he keeps going.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Your eyes fill with tears. It hurts. It hurts.

His cock bullies your cervix while he continues to stretch you out.

It hurts. It hurts.

You're not even prepped nor wanting this. It only brings more pain to your dry pussy.

It hurts. It hurts.

He straightens up, pulling your legs over his shoulder, and he pounds himself deeper inside. You can feel his cock dragging along your walls, you can feel his mushroom tipped head poking you. You can actually see the outline of his cock in your stomach.

"Nothing like fucking a brat back into her place" He laughs to himself. he stops for one second, gaining his breath before he continues to piston inside you. One of his arms reaches out. The hand now grips onto your neck. It squeezes it but doesn't threaten any damage.

Is he close?

He is sweating.

He is panting.

He is going to fast.

His pace is faulty.

He is closing his eyes more.

Is he close?

He brings your legs back down, now bringing himself close to your body. He is literally lying on top of your chest while his cock reaches places that no dildo has ever done for you. Ever so slightly, his pace speeds up again. Short and powerful thrusts which make your body pulse each time.

Whines of discomfort come out of you. His body squishes you in every way. Your hands below you have long gone numb and so have your legs. But ever so sightly, each thrust of his is slower, he is quite literally wasting time until he can't hold it any longer.

"Keep....Your eyes one...Me" He pants, raising his head up from your chest, so he looks down on you. Shit, you forgot. You quickly bring your eyes back to him, looking him in the eyes. This only brings him closer to the edge. Would you count that as a win?

"Fuck...fuck...fuck fuck fuck" He chants to himself. He squeezes his eyes shuts and lets out a whine, while he spits his load deep inside you. He stays like this for a moment, before pulling out of your tired cunt. He looks over at you, at finally removes the 'gag' from you.

"You looked away from me, I'll have to bring you in now" He pants, slumping against the seat. You eyes widen in fear. Then what the fuck did you do this for?

"N-no! please" You scramble onto his lap. You see a smirk rise onto his face, but he quickly removes it. You falling into his trap but he still holds all the power, "I'll...I'll do anything I swear! W-want me to blow you I-I can! Just please keep your promise!" You stumble over your words, desperate to not go to the station.

He lets out a long huff, and pretends to think for a moment.

How long had you been on the couch? Your thoughts swam, drifting one way and then the other, too sluggish to latch onto anything for long. You had a small amount of control in your body. You legs were numb however you could move your fingers, and maybe get though the pain of lifting your arms.

But each movement, each thought ached in your head, bringing a wave of sluggish over your body.

But slowly, you open your eyes, and there you see him. Jun sits on the armchair to the right of you. His gaze sends shivers down your body. He was probably just checking if your alive, he did over dose you. Accidently he says. And with a sigh, Jun stands up. He reaches above you and pulls out a blanket. he places it over your body, like another form of protection, to not let you move.

"I'll be in the study" He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, before standing up and walking away. Leaving you with your fading thoughts. For a moment you lye their, accepting the ache across your body and the wave of tiredness that came and went. Your eyes move across the room, and there you sit it. The exit door.

You could just stay where you are. You in comfort. But you had been there for hours and you were slowly regaining control of your body.

Your heart pounded so hard it rattled your ribs. You shoved the blanket aside, limbs trembling with the effort. Your knees hit the carpet, a jolt of pain running straight up your thighs. It caused a hiss of pain to come out of you. But you could move. So you started crawling.

The carpet burned your knees as you pulled your body closer to the door. Each push put a toll on your body. You lifted your body, and tried to crawl using your hands and knees, it was more tiring, caused more energy to stay balanced but you took longer strides.

You were close to the door know but a new challenged emerged. You had to crawl through the squeaky wooden floorboards. The house was deafly silent and each drag of your foot, each plant of your palm caused a small creak to sound out.

Your eyes well with tears of pain and your breath was now rugged but you continued to haul your body forward. You reached your arm out, a painful sting zapped you.

"Ah!" You cry out, dropping to the floor. The loud thump causes Jun to emerge from the study. His shadow falls over you and you let out a small whimper.

"3 minutes I was gone" His voice sounds from above you. He leans down to you, his strong arms lifting you up close to him. He carriers you bridal style back to the couch

“You really thought you could make it?” he murmured, voice closer now, right against your ear. You don't answer him, you can't.

With a huff, he sits on the couch, but he still keeps you close to him.

"You don't listen" Jun begins, his voice soft and eerily calm. As more feeling comes back to you, you try to squirm out of his hold, "And now i have to fix that" he says flatly, his hands reach down to his waist and he unbuckles his belt. The cloudiness that was once over your head is now filled with fear.

"n-no" you struggle to say. Jun tuts as you and turns you body over. You're now ass up on his lap. And his fingers trail over you ass, and he pulls down your pants along with your panties, revealing your bare ass. You try to crawl off his lap and he harshly pulls you back.

"I don't want to hurt you, but you make it so fucking necessary" Jun spits, raising the belt back and slamming it onto your ass, you moan out in pain. Your body jolts at the impact. Your hands squeeze the blanket in front of you, trying to find some comfort.

SLAP

the leather belt leaves another fat red mark on your ass cheek. Jun caressing it, causing you to shriek in pain and squirm more.

"Baby, I want you to count each one" you let out a sob, and feel another spank.

"one" you hiss out, biting your lip.

"two" You eyes squeeze shut.

"th-three"you cry out in pain.

"four" your ass is numb with pain.

"five" you're out of breath.

"six" you clench your toes.

"s-seven" you can no longer pay attention. Your mind swirls with sluggish thoughts and movement. Your tired, your sore, your numb, your in pain, you cant think, you cant hear, you cant feel, you cant see.

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP

You no longer respond. You've turned into a mess of cries. He finally stops.

"You sorry, have you learnt your lesson y/n?" His tone is so sweet and caring. He sounds like a heartbroken, loving boyfriend. With your head smushed against the couch, you nod your head up and down.

"Use your words please" You feel his hands on your face, removing the hair out of the way and even wiping your tears, before moving your face to look at him. You take a shaky breath before answering.

"yes" you answer. Juns still not satisfied.

"And what do we say?"

"I w-wont.....do it again"

"And?" your mind goes blank, but he stares at you with an annoyed glare. What? What did he want you say? Your mind fogs but you reminder what he wants.

He’s not reckless, that makes him more dangerous. Every decision is thought out. He isolates you fully: your phone gone, your identity erased, your family convinced you ran away. Seungcheol doesn’t just want you locked inside; he wants the world to forget you so he’s the only one left.

The scariest part is how normal he makes it feel. He cooks, he cleans, he asks about your day as if this is a domestic life together. If you behave, he’s affectionate, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead. If you don’t, he shows you just how strong he is.

Jeonghan

Life with Jeonghan is like walking through a maze you’ll never escape. He doesn’t need heavy locks or chains, because his prison is psychological. He gaslights you until you doubt your own memory.

He’ll smile as he tells you lies about your past: “You don’t remember? You asked me to bring you here. You begged me not to leave you alone.” The more you resist, the more he twists reality until you start questioning yourself.

He plays mind games, rewards you with affection when you agree with his version of events, punishes you with cold silence when you push back. He won’t scream; he’ll simply look at you with disappointment, making you feel like you’ve betrayed him.

Danger with Jeonghan doesn’t come from brute force but from how easily he manipulates your mind. Months into captivity, you’re unsure what’s real anymore. You don’t even know if you want to leave, or if he’s right when he whispers: “The outside world never wanted you. Only I did.”

Joshua

At first, living with Joshua feels like a dream. He treats you like royalty — soft blankets, delicious meals, music playing in the background. His voice is calm, his smile disarming. But the sweetness is suffocating, because it’s a cage.

You’re never allowed outside, and when you ask, he just cups your face with gentle hands: “You’re too fragile for that. I’ll protect you.” His love is controlling, disguised as care.

Joshua is dangerous because you forget how trapped you are. His kindness is addicting, and when he does snap, it’s terrifying. His calm smile vanishes, his eyes go cold, and his voice drops: “Don’t test me. I don’t like when you make me do things I don’t want to.”

He never raises his hand unless you push him too far, but when he does, the contrast between his sweet mask and sudden violence makes it worse. You learn quickly that behind every gentle word is the threat of something sharp and final.

Jun

Jun builds an entire fantasy life for you. Living with him feels like being forced into a stage play. He mirrors your habits, copies your phrases, and creates scenarios where you’re “his perfect partner.”

He’ll sit you down at a table set for two, dressed like it’s a date, and expect you to play along. If you refuse, his smile slips into something cold, and he slams his fist on the table: “Don’t ruin this. We’re supposed to be happy.”

Jun is unstable because he can’t separate reality from performance. He rewrites everything — your clothes, your routines, even the way you talk. He forces you into roles you never asked for, demanding you act like the perfect lover.

Danger comes when you break character. His rage is sharp, sudden, unpredictable. To him, you’re not allowed to ruin the story he’s written, and he’ll do anything to keep the fantasy alive.

Hoshi

Living with Hoshi is chaos. His moods swing wildly: playful and affectionate one moment, terrifyingly violent the next. He clings to you, showers you with kisses, and calls you his “everything.” But if you so much as look away, he snaps.

“Who were you thinking about? Don’t lie to me!” His jealousy is immediate, irrational, and explosive.

He locks you in your room during his bad moods, pacing outside like a predator. Then, hours later, he’s back inside, hugging you tightly, crying into your shoulder, begging you to forgive him.

Hoshi is dangerous because he’s unpredictable. You never know if his hands will stroke your face or slam you against the wall. You live on edge, waiting for the next storm to hit.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo’s captivity is suffocating because it’s so quiet. He doesn’t scream, doesn’t rant. He just watches. Always.

He sits in the corner, reading while keeping you in sight. He follows you silently, his presence heavy and unshakable. When you try to talk to him, he gives minimal answers, but you can tell he’s memorizing everything you do.

If you try to escape, you don’t even hear him coming. Suddenly, he’s behind you, strong arms dragging you back without a word. His silence is more terrifying than yelling — you never know what he’s planning.

His punishments are methodical: days of isolation, meals taken away, nothing but his cold eyes staring through the door. He doesn’t need to hurt you physically; the psychological pressure of his silent control breaks you down.

Jihoon

Woozi turns your captivity into a science project. He builds the room you live in himself, adjusting it constantly until it’s “perfect.” He times your meals, tracks your moods, and reacts with cold irritation whenever you deviate from his system.

“Stop being difficult. If you just followed the rules, we wouldn’t have problems.”

He’s not loud, but he’s sharp. His punishments are calculated: removing comforts, locking you in a soundproof room, blasting music to drown out your protests.

Woozi is dangerous because he sees you less as a person and more as something to fix. His obsession with control makes him relentless — he won’t stop until you’re molded exactly into his perfect partner.

Seokmin

DK is terrifying because of the contrast. He acts cheerful, sings to you, cooks your favorite meals, and pretends like everything is normal. He wants you to smile with him, to laugh, to play along with the fantasy.

But if you break it? If you cry or demand freedom? His voice drops low, his smile vanishes, and he hisses: “Don’t ruin this for me.”

His punishments are emotional. He withholds his warmth, ignoring you completely, or glares at you like you’ve broken his heart. It makes you feel guilty, like you’re the one in the wrong.

You’re trapped in a forced happy world where the sunshine turns into a storm the moment you disobey.

Mingyu

Mingyu is always there. Always. He follows you from room to room, watches you eat, watches you sleep. His size and strength make resistance pointless.

He treats you like something fragile but owned. He’ll cook for you, fix your clothes, even kneel to tie your shoes. But it’s not kindness — it’s possession. “Why would you ever need anyone else when I’m here?”

If you resist, he uses brute force. His hand around your wrist is enough to bruise, and he doesn’t let go until you collapse in fear. He doesn’t shout — he doesn’t need to. His presence alone is overwhelming.

You live under constant watch, never alone, always in Mingyu’s shadow.

Minghao

Minghao’s captivity feels calm, almost peaceful — but that makes it more terrifying. He strips your environment bare, leaving you with nothing but essentials. No distractions, no contact, no world beyond him.

He doesn’t yell or force — he waits. His patience is suffocating. Days blur into weeks, and you realize he’ll never give up. If you scream, he sits quietly until you exhaust yourself. If you resist, he simply restrains you and returns to silence.

His punishments are subtle but devastating: food withheld, long stretches of isolation, silent judgment. He believes time itself will break you down, and he’s right.

Seungkwan

Seungkwan uses guilt as chains. He cries if you resist, accuses you of hating him, of being cruel when he’s “given you everything.”

“Do you know how much it hurts when you push me away? After everything I’ve done for you?”

His outbursts are dramatic — shouting, sobbing, pacing the room. But when you comfort him, he melts into your arms, clinging to you, thanking you for “understanding.”

He’s dangerous because he makes you doubt yourself. You start apologizing to him, feeling guilty for wanting freedom. He twists your emotions until leaving him feels like betrayal.

Vernon

Vernon doesn’t need force. He controls you with patience and knowledge. He knows everything about you — your habits, your insecurities, your fears.

He speaks softly, never raising his voice. “I know you better than anyone. Don’t fight it. You were meant for me.”

He isolates you, waits until loneliness eats you alive, and then positions himself as the only comfort left. He doesn’t lock you in chains; he makes you walk to him willingly.

That calmness is terrifying, because he never doubts. He knows, with chilling certainty, that you’ll eventually give in.

Chan

Chan is dangerous because he doesn’t fully know what he’s doing. His obsession is raw, unpolished, desperate. He tries to act like the others — controlling meals, locking doors — but his plans are sloppy.

He panics when you resist, switching between begging, shouting, and threatening. He clings to you, insisting: “I can take care of you! Don’t leave me!”

His youth makes him volatile. He overreacts easily, his punishments inconsistent — sometimes too harsh, sometimes just frantic apologies. You never know what version of him you’ll face.

Your hands snake to the top of your dress and you pull you arm own, unzipping your dress. You then put your arms behind your back and begin to unclasp your bra.

The loud chatter from downstairs and the never ending Christmas songs on the booming speaker don't allow you to hear someone entering the room. So as you struggle to unclasp your bra which you put on the tightest settings, you jump as you feel hands in your waist.

"Let me help you" You push his hands off you and reach for a random shirt on the floor. What was your step dad Mingyu doing in here?

"I-I'm fine" You stutter, your body is turned towards him but you step back until you hit the wall. Holding the shirt awkwardly in front of you, you fail to hide your body from him.

Trapped against the wall, there wasn't anything you could do as he made his way closer to you. As your step dads hands linger on your waist, you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Come on, you can't hide yourself from me. not when you were showing off all night" You open your eyes and send him a confused, fearful look. You weren't parading yourself? Yes you had a nice dress on but you weren't seducing him.

"N-no, you go the wrong idea i w-wasnt" You stutter trying to find a reason that he would take. But he dismisses.

"Shhh" He shushes you and pulls you close to him by the waist, "No need to make excuses", he continues, now pulling you closer to your bed. You try to struggle against him but nothing works.

Mingyu brings his hand to you mouth while his other hand pushes down hard on your stomach, forcing you to lye down on the bed. Fear floods your body. Your mouth goes dry, unbale to cry for help and your body goes numb with fear, unable to physically resist.

"Just lay there sugar, I'll give you what you want" He straddles your waist. His thighs cage you legs shut, while his free hand begins to feel and explore your body, gripping onto the flesh of your thighs, before trailing up and squeezing your tits through your bra.

A tear slides down your cheek and you whine out, hoping for this to end. Another fat tear slides down your cheek and the music from downstairs turns louder as the family members begin their drinking games. Smirking at you, Mingyu releases his hand over your mouth. But you don't scream. You know no one will come save you.

"Good girl" Mingyu hums, his thumb caressing your cheek while his other hand effortlessly unclasps your bra. He pulls the material off your shoulders and down your arms, before leaning down, and pressing harsh kisses along you collarbone which trails down to your breasts.

"p-please, please no" you let out a choked sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel his hands descend down and start sliding down your panties.

"no" you let out a barely audible whisper.

"So fucking pretty sugar, better than what your mum has" Mingyu praises your boobs and his new found favourite pussy. His hand cups it, giving it a squeeze and threating to push his finger inside. But he doesn't. His grip on your pussy disappears momentarily as his hands bunch at the bottom of his shirt, sliding it over his head. Still straddling you, he awkwardly takes off his pants and boxers. Now fully nude, just like you were, your palms begin to sweat. It was really happening. You thought it was over.

You try to sit up, shaking your head quickly and repeating the phrase, "no, no, no" You feel bile come up your throat. Mingyu smirks back at you and climbs over your body, he now hovers over you. You tears cloud your vision, all you can see is the blurry outline of his shoulders and chests.

'Shhhh baby" He says, his voice soaked with fake sweetness, His hands meet your face and he guides the hair away from your eyes, so he can properly see the view. One of his hands goes away fro your face, but you know what he's doing. That hand grips his cock, giving it a few shirt pumps, before he hovers closer to your body, ready to push it inside.

You chest heaves up and down quickly, both fear and unreadiness fill your body. He didn't give you a chance to wait and he pushes his fat cock deep into your pussy. You let out a cry of pain and drop your head into the pillow behind you, trying to find some comfort in this pain.

Mingyu pulls his member out before slamming it back into you, and the cycle begins. He thrusts into you quickly, hips slapping yours while he leans down and leaves wet messy kisses along your jaw and neck.

His cock painfully slides along your walls, harshly pounding forward and kissing your cervix. Between kisses, Mingyu isn't shy to hide his moans and grunts, all the while you try to use your hands to push him off you. The pain was to much, and why did he have to make it so intimate by kissing you?

You hands continue to pry against him and push his chest up and away from you, but nothing works. It's like he likes the struggle you make. Heck, he hasn't even ties your hands up in some way.

Mingyu's pace never once stops. Pound after pound, thrust after thrust, he only gains more energy after each one. Every time he's deep, big and painful. You're afraid he'll rip some part of your body with the pace he set.

"Such a good slut for me" Mingyu's lips finally retract from your neck. You let out a pained whimper from the praise insult he just gave you.

But then it happens. His pace ever so slightly faulters.

"Fuck...." He lets out a groan, his pace is slow now, but he pushes his cock in deep. You feel sick in your stomach. You can feel how big he is, how deep he is and his cock pulsing in you. It's revolting.

And then it happens. Mingyu holds your waist tightly, he pushes his cock deeper into you and he lets out a guttural groan as he releases his load into you. His chest heave sup and down, he's covered in sweat. Slowly, he pulls out his cock, now limp in his hands and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction.

"You did so good sugar" He sighs, moving off the bed and finding his clothes which he littered across your room from before. You lay there on your bed. Sweaty, tired, sore and very possibly bleeding.

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen. You had curled up on the couch, arms crossed, pretending to focus on the muted TV screen. It wasn’t comfort it was defiance. Being here at all was already a cage, and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing you ease into it.

But you felt him before you saw him. The weight of his gaze pressed down like a physical force, prickling the back of your neck. Seungkwan stood in the doorway, hands balled into fists, chest rising and falling a little too fast. His eyes lingered on you, drinking you in like a man parched, and for a moment you thought he might just watch you from afar. But he never lasted long.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you snapped, shifting uncomfortably. You hated how your voice shook.

He didn’t answer. He crossed the room in two quick strides, sinking down beside you before you could move away. The next moment, his arms hooked under yours, and you were being pulled—dragged—into his chest.

“Stop! Let go of me!” You shoved at him, pushing against his solid chest, but he held fast. His grip only tightened, iron-hard, like chains made of flesh and bone. He buried his face against your neck, inhaling you, his breath hot against your skin.

“I can’t,” he whispered, and there was something so broken in his tone it made your stomach flip. “Don’t ask me to. I can’t go another second without you close to me.”

You squirmed, nails digging into his wrists, but his hands locked around your waist as if letting go would kill him. His body trembled faintly, not from fear, but from hunger—the kind of hunger that came from years of emptiness, gnawing at him from the inside.

“You don’t understand…” His voice cracked, shaking with an emotion you couldn’t name. “I need this. I need you.”

Your breath caught when he suddenly shifted, lifting you without effort and hauling you fully into his lap. You thrashed, legs kicking against the edge of the couch, but he only groaned, clutching you tighter, his face pressing into your shoulder like he could melt into you.

“Even if you hate me… even if you fight me… at least I can feel you. At least you’re here,” he murmured against your skin. His words shook, but his grip was unrelenting. Every time you tried to shove away, he pulled you closer, rocking you slightly like a man on the brink of unraveling.

You felt suffocated, your body caged by his desperate embrace, but beneath the fear was something worse—the undeniable truth in his voice. He wasn’t playing games. He wasn’t calculating. He was touch-starved to the point of breaking, addicted to the warmth of your body no matter how unwillingly it was given.

And then you felt it. Your body froze in fear as his hands slit underneath the waistband of your panties. You body stood still, trapped by his arms and fear.

“That’s it. Just stay. Just let me hold you tonight. That’s all I want. That’s all I need.” His movements did not match the sweetness that dripped of his lips. His hands and pulled of your shorts aggressively and now you felt it. He was pulling down his pants, freeing his own cock.

"Just like that" He hummed, his body guiding you up before pulling you back down. You let out a whimper as he forces you down onto his cock. Your caged in by his need for you and your cunt.

"Please" You let out a broken sob of fear. Desperation wavers over your body and you struggle to get out of his iron embrace. Seungwan's arms latch around you once more, foreboding you from escaping his grasp.

“I don’t want to fight anymore. I… I need you,” something inside him shattered in the most dangerous way. With a broken laugh, he scooped you into his arms and carried you straight back into the bedroom. He set you down on the bed, hands trembling as he hovered over you, whispering breathless promises against your skin.

“You love me. You’re mine. You finally understand.”

Hoshi froze for a moment when your arms wrapped around him. His body went rigid, his mind screaming that this had to be a trick, another desperate attempt at escape

. But then you whispered it—soft and broken against his chest. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I… I need you.” The words rang in his head like bells, crashing into every corner of his mind until he could barely breathe. His lips parted, trembling with something close to disbelief.

“You… you need me?” His voice cracked with a kind of awe. The look in his eyes was wild, starry, and terrifying all at once. When you nodded, even faintly, he let out a laugh that was far too close to a sob. He scooped you up with startling strength, holding you against him like you might vanish if he let go for even a second.

His steps toward the bedroom were quick, uneven, desperate, his breath hot against the top of your head as he whispered over and over, “Finally. Finally. Finally…”

He pushed the door open with his shoulder and carried you to the bed, laying you down carefully, almost reverently, as though you were made of glass. But the way his fingers clutched at your wrists, the way his grip lingered against your waist, betrayed the frantic energy building beneath his surface.

He leaned over you, his bangs falling into his eyes, his lips hovering just above yours. “Do you know what you’ve just done to me? You’ve made me the happiest man alive. You don’t understand… I’ve been waiting for this, every single night, praying you’d stop resisting. And now—now you’re mine, really mine.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his chest heaving, his laughter low and breathless. His hands traced your sides with almost painful need, as though testing if you were real, if this was real. His voice dropped to a whisper, shaky but filled with obsessive devotion.

“Say it again. Say you need me.” And though his tone was soft, you knew there would be no peace until you repeated the words, not until you gave yourself to him fully, here in this room where there was no escape.

Hoshi's heart raced as he pinned her to the bed, his hands gripping her wrists above her head with bruising force. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with his sweat and her faint perfume, but he didn't care—nothing mattered except her submission. 'You're mine now,' he breathed out, his voice soft and filled with love, eyes locked on hers with that unhinged intensity that made her breath hitch.

You lay beneath him, your body tense yet yielding, your lips parting as you whispered, 'I need you, Hoshi. Please.' The words ignited something primal in him, a fire that burned through his veins, making his cock throb against his jeans. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face, savouring the way your eyes widened with a mix of shyness and desire.

'Say it again, please…' he demanded, his free hand sliding down to yank at your shirt, tearing the fabric with eager roughness.

He stripped your clothes off without mercy, ripping the shirt over your head and tugging her pants down her legs in one swift motion. Your bare skin glowed under the dim light, your tits heaving with every panicked breath, nipples hard and begging for his touch.

'Look at you, so fucking wet already,' he sighed contently, his fingers dipping between your thighs to feel the slick heat of your pussy. You gasped, arching up against him, but he held you down, his weight pinning you as he spread your legs wide. 'This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Hoshi dove between your legs, his mouth crashing against your cunt with raw hunger. He licked you eagerly, his tongue lapping at your folds like a man starved, tasting the salty sweetness that drove him wild.

'Fuck, you taste so good,' he muttered against your skin, his words vibrating through her as he sucked on your clit, pulling it between his lips with punishing force. You moaned loudly, your hands clawing at the sheets. He didn't hold back, thrusting his tongue inside your tight hole, fucking you with it while his nose ground against her swollen bud.

Your moans grew louder, turning into desperate cries as he worked you over, his fingers joining in to spread your lips wider, exposing every inch for his greedy mouth.

'That's it, just relax,' he urged, his voice muffled but fierce, feeling your hips buck against his face. You were close, he could tell from the way your pussy clenched around his tongue, your juices coating his chin as he devoured you. But he didn't let up, alternating between licking and sucking, pushing you to the edge without mercy. Your surrender fuelled him, making his own need unbearable, but he held back, wanting to draw out every last whimper.

He pulled back from your pussy, his lips glistening with you juices, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked up at her. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling over in a mix of overwhelming joy and desperate devotion.

'You have no idea how long i've waited for this' he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, 'you've given me everything. I love you so much it hurts. You're mine, and I'm yours, forever.' His hands shook as they traced up your thighs, his touch gentle now, savouring the way your body responded to him without resistance.

You lay there your chest heaving up and down while your eyes locked on his with a soft vulnerability that made his heart ache. He leaned in again, slowly this time, his tongue darting out to lick along your slick folds. He savoured you, tasting every inch with deliberate strokes, his mouth moving in slow, worshipful circles around your clit.

'You feel so perfect,' he murmured against your skin, his words muffled but filled with adoration. Each lick was tender.

Your hands reached down, fingers threading through his hair, gripping it softly as a low moan escaped your lips. 'Hoshi,' you breathed, your voice a whisper of surrender, your hips arching toward his mouth. The sound of his name on your lips fuelled him, making his cock throb with need, but he held back, focused on you, on making this moment last. He lapped at your pussy with long, slow strokes, feeling you wetness coat his tongue, your body was opening up to him completely.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. With a shaky breath, he shifted upward, positioning himself between your legs.

'I need to be inside you,' he said, his voice breaking with raw emotion as he guided his hard cock to you entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling your wet cunt envelop him in a tight, welcoming heat.

'Oh, god, you're so warm,' he groaned, thrusting gently at first, each movement filled with adoration rather than force. His eyes never left yours, watching the way your face twisted in pleasure, your moans growing louder with every deep, steady stroke.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, your nails digging lightly into his back as you moaned his name again.

'Hoshi… yes,' you whispered, your voice laced with a reluctant but genuine desire that made his thrusts more urgent. He moved with a rhythm that was both passionate and tender, his body pressing against yours, their skin slick with sweat. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, your wet pussy taking him fully, squeezing around his cock with every pump.

He leaned down to kiss you, his lips crashing against hers in a messy, loving tangle, tasting the salt of his own tears mixed with her essence.

'I can't believe you're really here with me,' he panted between kisses, his hips driving deeper, faster, lost in the bliss of her surrender. Your moans turned into cries, your body trembling beneath him as they built toward the edge together. And as he felt you tighten around him, your climax hitting in waves, he let go too, his cock pulsing inside you as he let himself cum deep into you. Your bodies stayed close, holding each other close, afraid to let the other go.

Seungcheol doesn’t like when you post selfies at odd hours, or wear clothes that show “too much.” He’ll call you, late at night, with that low voice dripping with control. “Delete it. Now.” And if you argue, the next morning gossip sites mysteriously start circulating pictures of you with fabricated captions, tearing at your reputation. He has connections, and he’s not afraid to use them to teach you obedience. At industry events, his eyes never leave you. He doesn’t need to touch you; everyone already knows not to approach when he’s around. And if someone does get too close? They suddenly find themselves uninvited from programs or mysteriously blacklisted. He makes it look effortless, but you know the strings are being pulled by his hand. In private, he’s calm, almost gentle, but it’s the kind of calm that presses down on your lungs. “I warned you,” he whispers after a scandal breaks out that you know he engineered. “I don’t want to hurt you, but if that’s what it takes to keep you safe—and mine—I will.”

Jeonghan

Jeonghan is sly, playful, and cruel in subtle ways. He manipulates situations to trap you, smearing your name with a smile.

Jeonghan starts small, whispering little rumors to industry staff—about you being “difficult” on set, or “unreliable.” When you complain, he just laughs, brushing his hair back, eyes glittering with amusement. “You should really learn how to control your image better,” he teases, though you know he’s the one behind it all. At award shows, he sits close enough to lean in and whisper biting things in your ear while cameras flash. “They all think you’re sweet, but I know the truth. You’re mine. And if you try to prove otherwise, I’ll show them the real you.” He spreads lies so convincingly that you start doubting your own memory. He’s dangerous because he makes you dependent. Every time you try to fight back, he paints you as unstable, dramatic, or obsessed with him. And then he swoops in, all soft voice and mock-concern, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. You just need to stop resisting me.”

Joshua

Joshua is soft-spoken and polite on the surface, but his obsession rots slowly, quietly. He ruins you with a smile, never raising his voice.

Joshua leaves anonymous tips with tabloids—just enough to spark scandals. A picture of you leaving a studio late with a male producer. A headline about your “attitude.” And then, he calls you that same night, his voice syrupy sweet. “I saw the news. Don’t worry, I’ll help you handle it.” You realize too late that he orchestrated everything just so you’d run to him. He’s calm even when you confront him. “Why would I do that to you?” he asks, his tone so patient it makes you feel paranoid, unreasonable. He gaslights you into silence, into guilt, until you can’t tell what’s real anymore. When you cry in front of him, he wipes your tears, thumb brushing your cheek with mock tenderness. “You’re too fragile for this industry. Let me protect you, hm? You’ll see… I’m the only one you can trust.”

Jun

Jun isolates and stalks, preferring quiet possession. He doesn’t just want your career ruined—he wants you alone, with only him.

Everywhere you go, Jun is there. A rehearsal, a café, even in the back of the van after a long day—his eyes catch yours, always watching. At first it feels like coincidence, but soon you realize it’s deliberate. He keeps tabs on your schedule better than your own manager. When another male idol compliments you on stage, the backlash is immediate. Fans swarm online with posts accusing you of “flirting for attention.” The hashtags trend overnight. Jun doesn’t say a word, but you notice the satisfied gleam in his eyes when you’re forced to apologize publicly for something you didn’t do. In private, he’s eerily quiet, brushing strands of hair from your face with chilling care. “They don’t deserve you,” he whispers. “You don’t need anyone else but me.” And then, softly, he adds, “You’ll learn that the hard way if you keep ignoring me.”

Hoshi

Hoshi burns hot and quick. His obsession comes in fiery bursts—jealousy that explodes into chaos, followed by suffocating affection.

Hoshi doesn’t tolerate you looking at anyone else. During a music show, another idol leans too close in greeting, and by the next day, rumors surface of you being “involved” with multiple men. It’s his doing—you know it. The chaos is his weapon, and he wields it recklessly. When you confront him, he doesn’t deny it. “Yeah, I did it. What are you gonna do? Leave? Everyone already thinks you’re a mess.” His laugh is bitter, unhinged, as he corners you against the wall, eyes wild with jealousy. But then, as quickly as the storm comes, it shifts. His hands cup your face, voice trembling with a twisted kind of love. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you. Don’t you get it? You’re everything to me.” And though his words drip with desperation, his grip doesn’t loosen.

Wonwoo

Quiet, calculating, suffocating in silence. He controls you by always watching, listening, and knowing too much.

Wonwoo doesn’t need to raise his voice to make you afraid. His presence is constant—lurking in the corners of backstage hallways, lingering outside practice rooms, showing up at events he has no business being at. You’ll find gifts in your dressing room, personal notes that reference things you never said aloud. He listens, collects, and uses every detail against you. When you confront him, he tilts his head, unreadable. “I just want to understand you. Isn’t it flattering that I notice what others ignore?” His tone is flat, almost bored, but his eyes don’t blink. You realize he knows where you live, your family’s contacts, your private schedules. And then he leans in close and whispers, “You can’t hide anything from me. I won’t let you.”

Jihoon

Demands control through criticism and sabotage. Nothing you do will ever be enough for him, except being his.

Jihoon tells you he’s the only one who sees your “real” potential, but his words are poison. He criticizes your songs, your choreo, even your styling—just enough to make you second-guess yourself. When your comeback is announced, he spreads whispers among producers that your track is plagiarized, then swoops in offering to “help rewrite” it so you won’t be ruined. It’s manipulation packaged as salvation. He corners you in the studio late at night, his voice low and sharp. “Why do you keep fighting me? You know I can tear everything down with a single word.” His lips curl into something cruel, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “But I won’t. Because I want you. And the only way you’ll shine is if you belong to me.”

Seokmin

Overly sweet, but it’s suffocating—his cheerfulness hides his threats.

DK is relentless with his affection—flowers, endless compliments, showing up at your schedules with snacks “just to support you.” At first, it’s charming. But then he laughs a little too brightly when you tell him to stop. His texts are constant, dozens every hour, telling you how much he adores you, how empty he feels when you don’t respond. One night, you find him waiting outside your apartment, still smiling, holding a gift bag. “You didn’t answer me all day,” he says, tone light but his grip on your wrist tightening until it hurts. “Do you know how worried I was? How crazy you make me when you ignore me?” The smile never fades, even when his voice drops, dark and honey-slick. “Don’t make me beg. You don’t want to see what I’m like when I stop smiling.”

Mingyu

Overly affectionate until he snaps—physical, aggressive, and desperate to own you.

Mingyu pampers you like royalty: cooking, cleaning, doting on you. He tells everyone you’re his, though you’ve never agreed to it. But the moment you reject him—even gently—his temper flares. He’ll slam his fist into walls, shatter glasses in his hands, his huge frame blocking every possible exit. One night, after you tell him you want distance, his hand tangles into your hair and yanks you down to the floor. “You’re not leaving me,” he growls, dragging you closer until your face is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat wild. He’s shaking with rage, but his mouth presses against your ear, needy. “Say you love me. Say it, or I’ll make sure you can’t ever run again.”

Minghao

Calm, artistic, but coldly cruel when you defy him. His obsession is laced with superiority.

Minghao treats you like a delicate piece of art—something he must own, frame, and preserve. He tells you that the world is too dirty for you, that only he can keep you from being “ruined.” He spreads quiet rumors about you—whispers that you’re difficult to work with—so that no one dares to approach without his approval. When you confront him, his face is unreadable. He takes a sip of tea before answering, his voice silky and dismissive. “Do you really think anyone else would fight for you the way I do? You should be thanking me.” His hand slides around your throat, deceptively gentle. “I could break you in a second. But I won’t. Because you’re mine, and I don’t share my art.”

Seungkwan

Uses guilt, tears, and drama to bind you to him. He thrives on making you feel responsible for his emotions.

Seungkwan tells the world how much you mean to him, framing it as a close friendship, but in private it’s different. He shows up at your dorm crying, saying he can’t breathe without you, that he’ll ruin himself if you abandon him. He leaks tiny “jokes” about your connection on variety shows, making you look like the bad guy if you ever deny it. When you try to cut ties, he breaks down in front of you, sobbing into your lap, clutching you too tightly to move. “If you walk away, I’ll tell everyone the truth. They’ll hate you for what you did to me.” His voice trembles, but his eyes are sharp, calculating. “You wouldn’t survive without me. And I’d rather die than see you with someone else.”

Vernon

Apathetic on the surface, but obsessive underneath. He uses indifference as a weapon.

Vernon acts like he doesn’t care—like you’re just another idol in the industry—but every move you make is catalogued in his head. He won’t shower you with gifts or affection. Instead, he isolates you by subtly spreading rumors: that you’re cold, that you’re untrustworthy, that you’ve been “seen” with the wrong people. Slowly, you find yourself surrounded only by him. When you finally ask why he’s doing this, his face remains blank, but his words cut sharp. “Because I can’t stand seeing you with anyone else. If they hate you, you’ll only have me left.” He leans closer, expression calm, as though stating a fact. “And that’s how it should be. You belong nowhere else but here—with me.”

Chan

Territorial and reckless, Dino’s obsession comes from a need to prove he isn’t too young or too small to own you.

The apartment was warm with the smell of garlic and butter, rich and heavy, like the kind of dinner that should have been comforting. The table was perfectly set, candles flickering, plates steaming with food you knew he had spent hours preparing. Mingyu stood in the kitchen doorway, tall and broad, a dish towel draped over his shoulder. He smiled the way he always did when he wanted you to forget that anything was wrong.

“I made your favourite,” he said quietly. “Come sit. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

You lingered near the doorway, arms folded tightly across your chest. “You can’t just cancel my plans, Mingyu. I wanted to go out tonight. You didn’t even ask me.”

The smile slipped from his face as though you had struck him. His voice hardened but remained low. “I did it because I care about you. Those people don’t deserve you. They only take advantage. You think I don’t see that?”

“That’s not for you to decide,” you shot back, your voice sharper than you meant it to be. “You don’t get to control who I see.”

Something flickered in his eyes, dark and dangerous. He stepped forward, and before you could retreat, his hand crashed into the wall beside your head.

The sound was explosive, plaster cracking under the force, leaving a jagged hole inches from your face. You froze, your breath caught, heart pounding so violently you thought it might burst.

“Mingyu!” Your voice cracked with terror.

He loomed over you, chest rising and falling heavily. “Why do you fight me every time?” His voice was rough, almost a growl. His other fist drew back, and for one awful second you thought he might actually hit you. Instead he drove it into the wall again, another hollow crack splitting the silence. Dust rained down, sprinkling your hair and shoulders.

You pressed yourself back against the wall, trembling violently. “You’re scaring me…”

The words seemed to rip through him. His fists dropped, his entire body shaking as though he were waking from a nightmare. Slowly, carefully, he reached for you, pulling you into his chest despite your resistance. His arms locked around you, suffocating in their strength. His voice was hoarse against your hair.

“I don’t want to scare you. But you don’t listen. You make me lose control.” His hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks with a gentleness that was horrifying after the violence of moments before.

“I’d never hurt you. Do you hear me? Never. I’d rather break every wall in this place than ever put my hands on you like that.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “You could have. You could have hit me.”

His forehead pressed hard against yours, his eyes wide and frantic. “I didn’t. I never would. You’re all I have. You’re mine. You don’t understand how much I need you.”

His voice cracked, breaking into something closer to desperation. “Don’t you see what happens to me when you try to leave? Don’t you see how much I love you?”

You tried to push at his chest, but he held you tighter, his grip bruising your wrists as he pulled you closer. His voice lowered, trembling with something raw. “Please don’t pull away from me. Please don’t make me lose you. Just… kiss me. Show me you’re still mine. ”

He hovered there, his lips a breath away from yours, his entire body tense with need. His words spilled over you, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. “One kiss. That’s all I’m asking. One kiss and I’ll calm down. You’ll calm me down. I need you to.”

You could still see the cracks in the wall behind him, a brutal reminder of what had just happened. Your chest tightened with fear, but his eyes locked on yours with such desperate hunger that refusing felt impossible. The weight of his body pressed into you, his hands trembling as they cradled your face. You let out a shakey sigh and nodded, refusing was impossible, you had to just give him one kiss.

A smirk spread across his lips, and he pressed his lips against yours. Mingyu was hungry, his hands held your jaw from moving so he could get what he desired. Your stomach flipped with uneasiness. You were suffocating psychically and mentally. You tried to back away, of course it drives him mad. Mingyu pulls away and stares into your eyes. You don't understand, you can't read his face.

"Why are you always backing out?" He simply asked, studying your face. You shrugged your shoulders, in need of hiding how you trembled in front of him. His hands snake underneath your shirt, the coldness of his palms press against the small of your back.

"Hmm? I asked you a question" Mingyu's demeaner changes. The room closes in on your, your float closes tightly. You've lost your voice. You can only shake your head, eyes pleading-begging for this to stop. Mingyu's hands press more against your body, each hand glides over your stomach and hips. His intention is set.

"We used to be so close...." His hands rise higher. You feel his fingers experimenting with your bra straps. Teasingly, he toys with the clips. You try to back away, forgetting immediately how close you were to wall. As you back away into the wall, your eyes well up. The fear had already settled in your stomach, this was pure hatred coming out of your eyes.

"What's with that look huh? You've been real bitchy lately" Mingyu tilts his head to the left. All of that lovey dovey 'I love you, but you changed!' had long left the room. Hear, he stands menacingly above you. His fingers had still been toying with the clips of your bra, so with a quick tug, he unclasped your bra. The feeling of your bra become loose around your shoulders snapped you back.

Your hands push in front of you and make contact with Mingyu's chest. You push your palms and manage to push Mingyu away from you, creating some much needed distance.

"I'm done...I'm sick of this, of you" You snap, walking past Mingyu. You were headed in one clear direction, the front door. You hear Mingyu let out a tired sigh, and you feel it instantly.

His hands gripped your long hair, pulling you back and onto the floor. Pain erupts across your body. Your back hurts because of the angle you fell on, but Mingyu's grip on your hair hurts more. You feel each strand stinging on your scalp. Instinctively, your arms rise and your fingers try to pry his grip off.

He begins to walk away, dragging your across the floor with him. It was humiliating as you were dragged behind him. Your arms and legs flayed about. Trying to keep up with his quick pace and trying to let go of his iron grip.

"Stop stop!" You beg out in pain. Mingyu doesn't give an answer while he continues to drag you towards to couch. Finally, the dragging stops. Mingyu slumps into the couch but he grip on your hair doesn't faulter.

"So this is whats going to happen okay?" Mingyu pipes up, making himself more comfortable on the couch. All the while you awkwardly sat on the floor in front of him, neck strained, trying to make his grip less painful. Both of your hands are raised. One still trying to pry his fingers away and the other tyring to control the flow of tears emitting from you.

"I'm gonna take that fucking attitude out of you and like the good little girl you will be, you going to thank me......How does that sound?" He didn't bother for a reply. Mingyu's free hand crept into his sweatpants. He raised his hips and in an effortless motion, he pulled them down along with his boxers down to his ankles. He was already painfully hard. You wondered how much of this turned him on.

"N-no" You shake your head no. Your eyes meet his, and you plead. Eyes big and wide, begging.

"I wasn't giving you a choice" He yanks your body closer, until your wedged in nicely between his thighs. Your body trembles, the familiar feel of fear settles into your stomach. his free hands comes close to your face. he lightly and playfully slaps your face, before his hands squeeze your cheeks, "Don't be so glum" Mingyu laughs, his grip on your cheek softens and he lets go.

Mingyu's hands wraps around the base of his cock, pumping himself slowly, waiting for you to put that mouth to use. You close your eyes and shakingly open your mouth. Mingyu wastes no time, he pushes his cock deep into your mouth. His tip aggressively pushes itself into your throat. Your body lurches and you gag while Mingyu continue to push more of his cock into your mouth. He lets out a sigh of content and begans to move his hips.

His pace is agonizingly slow. you didn't even need to open your eyes to see that pathetic smirk plastered on his face. His hips practically grind themselves just in front of your face. He lets out a guttural moan as his cock glides across your tongue, his tip nudges more into your throat. Second by second, his pace speeds up. Unti he's fucking your throat.

You whine you. His cock abused not only your mouth, but your throat as well. Your mouth becomes saw and so does your jaw. Your eyes are squeezed shut, trying to take your mind some other place. But he stops you. Each thrust in your mouth causes you to gag out, to grip his knees tightly from the pain he causes your throat.

It was beyond humiliating. The sloppy sounds and gags which filled the room along with being just a toy for him made you want to curl up into a ball and cry.

Over time, Mingyu slows down, but he hadn't cum yet.

he pulls himself out of your mouth fully and quickly pumps his member, before slowly easing himself into your mouth.

"C'mon, make me cum" Could this get anymore worse? His grip on your hair and long gone, but now that hand snaked around the back of your neck. You don't waste a second, you didn't want to seek out anymore unnecessary pain.

"Open your eyes, and look at me" Your lips tremble with fear. While you hollow out your cheeks and suck his member, you eyes tried to hard to not look away from his own. Your tongue flattens, and you lightly scared your teeth alone his cock, just how he likes it.

Mingyu leans further into the couch. He doesn't shame away as he lets out loud grunts and breaths. His own eyes don't stray away from your eyes. Everything about this made you sick. This whole ordeal made you sick.

But you had to continue. You had to make him cum. You push your mouth further down, swallowing more of his shaft. You felt his tip protrude into your throat, and you tried to pay no attention to that. While you sucked and kept his cock warm and wet in your mouth, your hand now focused on what you couldn't fit inside. It was barely a few inches, but still your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and you started to pump your hand.

Soon, you took your mouth of his cock, just for you to lick a long striper form his base to his tip. Still looking at him like he commanded, you took his tip into your mouth and sucked him lightly. Your hands worked on his base, squeezing it and pumping him fast. you wanted it over; you wanted to throw up once this was all over.

You mouth let go from his tip with a pop and you brought your free hand to his tip, with your thumb, you pressed against the slit.

"Fuck..." Mingyu sighed out, finally looking away from you. He was close. The way his hips rutted forward, the way he leaned his neck back and the way he moaned. You knew it was just a matter of pumps before he came undone.

And so, you took him back into your warm mouth. Pumping cock and licking his tip before his hips rutted forward again, chasing his high before Mingyu painted your throat white. You gaged, feeling vile rise up your mouth as you tried to swallow his load. It was warm, bitter and thick. It was disgusting. But you had no choice but to swallow.

His chest heaved up and down. regaining his composure, he finally took himself out of your mouth. Mingyus hands reached down and he cupped your jaw. His grip was...comforting, almost making you forget the whole ordeal.

"it wasn't so hard was it? to just take it like a good girl....I don't know why you always act like a fucking bitch" His grip on your jaw gradually became tighter with every word he spoke. With his free hand, he pulled his sweatpants back on. Still griping your jaw, he stood up from the couch, giving you a fake look of pity, before his demeaner once again changed.

"I'm still not done with you" Mingyu muttered, pushing you away as he walked past you. Leaving you on the floor, his cum dribbling out your mouth, hair messy and eyes swollen.

You don’t hear the soft click of the door at first. A faint shift in the air is all — almost imperceptible, like the house itself is listening. Then a shadow falls over the frosted glass of the shower door, and you freeze for a heartbeat, the hum of the water filling the silence.

“Didn’t want you to get cold,” Joshua’s voice murmurs from just outside the door. It’s calm, gentle, and completely ordinary… yet your chest tightens anyway. The words are kind, but the way he says them makes it clear: he knows exactly where you are, always.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. He probably just came to check if you needed towels. You twist the shower head slightly, trying to focus on the water and ignore the soft scrape of movement on the tile floor. But the hairs on your arms stand on end when you hear him step closer, his soft footsteps careful, deliberate.

But then the frosted glass door creaks open. Theres enough room for the both of you, weirdly plenty, but your arms instinctively wrap around your body. Trying to hide yourself from him.

"What you doing?" He enters behind you, giving a small chuckle. He's clearly naked. You become more uncomfortable. You're not used...to any of this. You want to go home but he treats you like his princes.. But....then he will use you and you don't know what to think anymore.

After a moment of standing in the steam with him, you feel his cold hands grip onto your hips, carefully pulling you closer until your flushed up against his body, ass to his cock and your back tight against his chest.

Joshua wraps a tight arm around your waist while his free arm travels lower. Both of his hands draw small circles on your skin. You body tenses.

"Just relax...you should get used to these couple things" You feel the bile rise up in your throat. Relax? Couple things? It was only last week that he allowed you to have shower? it was only 3 weeks ago that he took you.

The feeling of his hands trying to push itself past your thighs snaps you out of your thoughts. He's not even making a sound yet he's trying to hard to fucking touch your pussy. You try to squirm out of his hold but he quickly pulls you back, his grip around your stomach becomes tighter.

"Just enjoy this nice moment" Joshua whisper next to your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut but you can practically see that dumb smirk on his face once he's able to push past your thighs.

Jun

Thinks keeping you happy means you’ll stay. Lets you visit public places with him at your side, always holding your hand. At home, he’s affectionate, makes you dinner, plays music, and pretends everything’s normal. But you never have a house key — if you try to leave without him, you’ll find the door locked and his smile gone.

Mingyu

Loves showing you off, so he’ll let you out if he can be there too. You can go on dates, run errands together, even meet some of his friends. At home, he cooks for you and is physically clingy, constantly touching you. But you’ll notice he never leaves you alone long enough to make a phone call or send a message unmonitored.

Seokmin

Lets you do small solo errands — grocery runs, café trips — but always checks the time you leave and return. At home, he’s cheerful, making jokes and watching movies with you, but his moods drop sharply if you’re even a little late. Those moments are when you see the cracks in his constant smile.

Vernon

Indifferent on the surface, so he might let you wander more than others… but every step is monitored through hidden cameras and GPS.

At home, he’s quiet, doing his own thing, but will suddenly appear at your side if you take too long in another room. You never know how much he’s really watching.

Seungkwan

Lets you visit family or friends but uses guilt to make you cut visits short. At home, he’s doting and talkative, but subtly reinforces that he is the one who truly cares for you. Your “freedom” becomes less appealing over time because you start to dread his sulking when you come back.

Chan

Young enough to think you’ll leave if he’s too strict, so he allows some outings to keep you from resenting him. At home, he’s clingy and follows you everywhere, insisting on joining in whatever you do. Even with freedom, you’re never actually alone.

Minghao

Calm but strategic. He’ll let you go outside, but only to controlled environments where escape is impossible — a secluded garden, a locked balcony.

At home, he’s quiet, reading or painting while you move around, but you’ll notice the windows only open a fraction, and the front door is double-locked.

Jeonghan

Makes it seem like you have freedom, but in reality, every “outing” is planned by him. At home, he’s playful and teasing, but there’s a sharp edge under his tone when you ask to do something without him. You’re never entirely sure if you’re allowed out or if he’s just letting you think you are.

Jihoon

Barely any freedom, not because he’s openly aggressive, but because he’s so good at convincing you it’s unnecessary. At home, he works on music while you sit nearby, making you part of his “routine.” The farthest you can go is another room, and even then, he notices if you’re gone too long.

Seungcheol

Protective to the point of suffocation. You can only leave the house with him, and even then, it’s rare. At home, he’s attentive, brings you whatever you need, and talks like he’s the only one keeping you alive. Your world shrinks quickly under his care.

soonyoung

Freedom is a privilege you lose fast. At first, he’ll walk you to the corner store, but after one small “mistake” (like talking too long to someone else), you’re kept inside. At home, he hovers constantly, watching you with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Wonwoo