#beomgyu yandere

[1800-beomgyu]

thursday's child: txt series

THURSDAY'S CHILD - a yandere txt series

Put that nail in the coffin over the word forever You completely changed me when I was fragile

tw: afab! reader, yandere! txt, dubcon, noncon, stalking, obsession, violence, bullying, mentions of murder, profanities, mentions of abuse and gaslighting, kidnapping, assault, manipulation, panty stealing, peeping tom, vomit, blood, knife-play, more warnings to be added, mdni, read at your own discretion

note: i lied when i said i was gonna release that fratboy!jake i have sitting in my drafts for about a month ;(, i just need to get this unhinged idea off my head before i become slave of nursing school

note (2): with that being said being a slave to monday to saturday classes > slow updates, but definitely going to publish yeonjun when i can!

note (3): i hope you'll enjoy this monstrosity of a fic @itgirlgyu us and our love for unhinged men. also, @hyewka sorry for the sudden tag but i was heavily inspired after reading your yandere! gyu aaa luv ur sexy brain

soobin: a scar on my chest gone bad

a prisoner and a lover.

yeonjun: slash my heart then gone dead

yeonjun was willing to stain his hands crimson only for you.

beomgyu: who you knew that good boys gone bad now

the angel faced demon who was willing to make your life a living hell.

taehyun: good boy gone bad

the man clad in black, a boogeyman after you.

hueningkai: so sweet is this shut-eyed night of despair

a blood tinged rose in exchange for his favorite laced undies of yours.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt imagines #yandere txt #txt x you #txt x reader #yeonjun smut #yeonjun yandere #soobin smut #soobin yandere #beomgyu smut #beomgyu yandere #taehyun smut #taehyun yandere #hueningkai smut #hueningkai yandere #tomorrow x together

[cheegu3]

𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 - 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

genre; smut, yandere, one-shot

summary; your boyfriend isn’t a fan of you going out, and he always intends on showing it by punishments, this time his method is a bit different however...

wc; 1.1k

pairing; bf!beomgyu x f.m reader

warning; jealous!beomgyu, yandere themes, humiliation kink, degrading, mentions of physical violence, swearing, name-calling, possessiveness, slight non-con, oral!m.receiving

note; an idea I came up with randomly

A dissatisfied groan was the first thing you heard once you stepped into your apartment.

Without turning around, you knew that your boyfriend would be sitting there in the dark - glaring, green with jealousy.

He was sexy when he was jealous.

His jaw would be clenched, hair messy from being ran through with his hands that were shaking from anger. Then, if he was wearing his usual suit, his jacket would be off, showing his muscles through the tight-fitted white shirt, which had in the process of his fury gotten its top buttons undone; a tie if he had worn one that day, thrown to the side.

'' You bitch '' he spat.

But it happened so often, you were starting to get sick of it. In the beginning it was the perfect reason to have rough, jealous sex but then as you saw the more sinister side of your boyfriend, it had turned into a sort of punishment.

Even if he was angry and made you please him in return for his insatiable rage, it wasn't worth not going out over.

A few minutes on your knees to satisfy the monster was worth it when you could see your friends. If he one day decided that you weren't allowed to anymore, your life would be a misery.

So, you dropped your bag and took off your coat, entering the bedroom, from where he had been watching you through the open door.

With a tired sigh, you got down on your knees and momentarily saw him smirk. You only glared at him, thinking that he used these kind of situations to his benefit but in reality he wasn't even that angry now - he looked like he enjoyed it.

Beomgyu watched you as you pulled down his pants, his eyes zeroing in on you as he felt very pleased with his little idea he had come up with. It made him unable to hide his smile again, spreading across his face, but you probably thought it was for different reasons.

You took him into your mouth and started going to work when he caught you off guard by talking.

'' Did you go with your co-workers? ''

Your eyebrows knit together in annoyance. He seriously wanted to have a conversation while your mouth was stuffed with his dick? You hummed in response, rolling your eyes slightly to tell him to shut up.

He sighed contently, eyes shutting as your hum vibrated through his body.

'' Who was it with, that girl you sit close to and...'' he trailed off, licking his lips.

You got eye-contact with him now, despite the humiliating position he'd look down at you in.

'' That guy? ''

Beomgyu turned his head to the right where one of the walls separating you from your neighbour was. It was a newbie at your work. A young guy who was around the same age as you and someone you got on with very well.

Your eyes teared up as he jerked his hips forward slightly, although his eyes were still big and innocent.

The irritation had ten-folded since he spoke for the first time. It was clear from then, that this time your punishment session would be very different from usual.

Naturally that fact made you feel a bit uneasy. There was no telling what your unstable boyfriend might make you do instead of this task he had apparently noticed you found too easy for his liking now.

You nodded, pulling back slightly in fears of him pushing you down to make you choke again.

Your boyfriend mirrored you, nodding as his lips pursed and he watched you through heavy eyelids. It was hard to read him, you weren't sure what he was thinking or what he would do.

Maybe he would hurt you physically again like he did that one time he was the angriest you had ever seen him. That blank and unreadable face Beomgyu wore now was similar to the one he wore then, right before hurting you.

But he didn't have plans on doing that - at least not physically.

You watched as he smirked again, the anxiety making your heart pound against your chest wildly; he threw his head back unexpectedly and moaned into the silence.

You halted your movements. Beomgyu had never been vocal during sex before.

His head snapped back up to send you a death glare, hands buried in your hair as he pulled you back down without a word.

Hesitantly you continued, moving your head up and down his length. He groaned silently again, but when he saw you look at him the corners of his lips twitched as he threw his head back for a second time, his back now laying on the mattress - and a series of loud grunts and moans left him.

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you still continued. Maybe he wanted to show how good you were doing today?

The real reason however, dawned on you as you noticed him turn his head towards the wall as he closed his eyes and pressed out loud, breathy moans; an open mouthed smile adorning his face.

You jumped on top of him and clutched his shirt, almost choking him from the hold.

'' What the fuck do you think you're doing? '' you said, half-whispering.

'' What do you mean, babe? '' he pouted, making you want to punch his stupid face playing all innocent.

'' You're never loud, why now? Do you really think I'm that stupid? '' your voice grew a bit louder as anger was radiating through you.

Beomgyu chuckled amusedly.

'' I'm guessing that's a rhetorical question ''

You scoffed in disbelief, pushing him away harshly as you let go of his shirt.

He sat up a bit more now, leaning on his forearms as he looked up at you, enjoying the look of distress and embarrassment painting your features.

Seems he had succeeded

'' Why? Why gyu- I just don't understand '' you threw you hands up, eyes back on him again.

Anger replaced his nonchalant expression. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he sat up fully, coming dangerously close to your face.

'' You didn't tell him you have a boyfriend ''

You blinked at him.

'' Wha- ''

'' I watched you '' he interjected, shaking his head while his eyes narrowed '' You fucking, bitch '' he swore under his breath.

'' All night, and you didn't even mention me once ''

Your heart sank as a million thoughts rushed through your head.

'' You...watched me? ''

Horror dawned on your face and you immediately tried creating some distance between you and your boyfriend as tears of fear clouded your vision.

'' I can do whatever I want '' he stated blankly, unfazed by your apparent fear of him.

'' Now '' Beomgyu came up to the top of the bed where you were sitting, his hands cupping your cheek which was now stained with crystalline tears. '' You will scream my name. Loud enough for that bastard to hear ''

Your whole body started shaking as you avoided his eyes.

'' Since my stupid little bitch didn't want to tell him then. I'll make you tell him now who you belong to ''

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #kpop scenarios #kpopidol #kpop #kpop imagines #yandere tomorrow x together #beomgyu yandere #beomgyu #yandere beomgyu #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic

[tinyprettysoyeon]

Can I request a txt bully yandere reaction? Thank you! It's fine if you don't want to, by the way! I completely understand :)

no one of these gifs are mine

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🦊﹒⟢﹒Yeonjun

He wouldn't let anyone near you, pushed all your friends away, and even made your own teachers ignore you. It was a perfect plan, you would always keep him in mind, even if it wasn't in a good way, he would never leave your thoughts.

⏆﹒﹒🐰-⊧﹒Soobin

Obviously, you weren't going to let them bully you for long, so you rebelled and started punching one of soobin's friends. He enjoyed the scene, for him it was very funny how you tried to hit him but you still missed.

﹒🐻﹒┈﹒Beomgyu

A normal day for you, gyu along with his friends were emptying your backpack and throwing your things on the ground, but this time it was different because gyu started taking photos of your suffering. "Smile dear, show the camera your pretty face"

⍟﹒⁂﹒🐿﹐Taehyun

He didn't bully you, no, he sent his friends to bully you because it was very "unpleasant" for him to waste his time on other things. Although he turned around from time to time to see that they didn't hurt you too much.

﹒✢🦌﹒﹒HueningKai

For some reason, him pushing your food to the person sitting next to you started a food fight in the cafeteria, but he was happy, he was on a "date" with you, eating your food in front of you.

#txt reactions #txt yandere #yeonjun reactions #yeonjun yandere #soobin yandere #soobin reactions #beomgyu yandere #beomgyu reactions #taehyun reactions #taehyun yandere #hueningkai yandere #hueningkai reactions

[minho-hoho]

20:50 | Monster

⛦ 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖 ► Yandere AU

⛦ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Yandere!Beomgyu × GN!Reader

⛦ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Mentions of violence, violence, crying, yandere themes, jealousy, intended lower-case

⛦ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ► 501 w

A/N ➛ good boy gone bad good boy gone bad good boy gone bad good boy gone badー anyways yall better prepare yourselves for txt stuff because that comeback is chef's kiss. was bored did this at 3am, yup yup. perm taglist is openn!! hope you all have an amazing day🤍

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my lips were trembling, my chin quivering as tears flowed faster than my heartbeat.

it was always like that, we were arguing this way and it always left me wailing.

his jealousy was maddening, the dearth of a social life was something i couldn't handle anymore.

and this time, i made sure that my feelings were heard.

“i can barely go outside anymore! and whenever i do, you're always being a jealous prick! i'm so sick of it!” i screamed.

“please, honey. don't scream at me like that. you know it ends up...” he tried to calm me down.

“see! that's what i mean. you're a crazy monster. with your sick so called "lessons". always punishing me for having social interactions!” i bawled out. i wanted to get out of here, i wanted to let out my frustrations that were bottled in for so long. and i shouldn't have said anything, i shouldn't have let my mouth run loose.

monster.

i knew he hated when i insulted him in general, but i also knew about his particular hatred of being called a monster. it completely slipped out of my mind at the time, but i was going to remember soon enough.

“a monster? a monster?! you're the one who made me like this!” he sucked air through his teeth. at that moment, i realised that i messed up. how was i going to recover from whatever was coming? i just wanted to disappear into the void.

“honey... haven't i taught you enough lessons yet?” he made his way to me.

“look beomgyuー i didn't mean it, not a single wordー” i babbled, as tears were threatening to spill.

he harshly pinned me to the wall, i was sure to have bruises the next day. as soon as put his hands on my shoulders, tears were flowing like a river on my cheeks.

i couldn't look at him the eyes. he grabbed my chin, and made me look at him.

“honey, you deserve to be locked up, don't you?” he smirked and hummed to himself. “How stunning you'd look all chained up, only for me to see...” a sinister chuckle came out of his mouth, before he pecked me on the lips.

“beomgyu, please... i promise..i won't do it again...” i begged through my sobs. the thought of all the things he was going to do to me were racing through my brain.

his only reaction was to laugh.

“honey, look at you, so adorable, begging as if it was going to stop me...” he had a sly smile on his face, he kissed me one last time before tightening his grip on my shoulder and chin. his sly smile disappeared, and i was confronted with a death glare.

“what's going to happen next will make you wish i killed you on the spot. next time think about your words and actions, honey.” his grip tightened even more, and i hissed at the pain.

“i'll show you what's a real monster.”

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[hyewka]

᭄⁑　txt as yanderes | thoughts

warnings: yandere, noncon, baby trapping, mention of knife play, slapping, perversion, not proofread

yandere!jjun is the type to be too sweet, sickly sweet. like barfed cupcakes and sprinkles, he pretends to care, he love bombs, he kisses you like he truly loves you, like there’s no one else but you and maybe its true, maybe there is no one else but you in his eyes. but its not romantic. not when he has blood on his hands, figuratively or literally, he’s responsible for innocents lost.

“i didn’t lay a single hand on them, how many times do i have to tell you! doll, baby, believe me. please.” his voice cracks, like he’s about to cry. you scoff and turn your head to the side, disgusted, feeling like you could very much vomit right now.

“stop fucking calling me these—these words!”

yandere!jjun, the type to crumble to his knees and beg, holding onto your leg like an abandoned puppy despite having much more power than you, both in strength and status. lips trembling, eyes wide and crazed, full of pitiful tears, giving you a false reality, sense of hope that he isn’t that much more powerful than you could even imagine.

now yandere!soobin on the other hand is the type you don’t even realize is mentally out of it, not until you’re literally two years into a relationship with him with a stable history of 7+ year of friendship. he’s been jealous here and there, one instance of him breaking down over you having coffee with a male colleague that you had to craddle him, rocking back and forth as he sobs and hiccups— that keeps you up at night sometimes, but he’s so convincing you don’t even notice how often he manipulates and gaslights and manipulates. the way he slithers his long arms around your waist, pressing your bodies flush, holding you tight, whispering random “love you’s”, you almost completely forget. almost.

when yan!soobin’s fucking you senseless, lost in pleasure, tongue out dumb like the horndog he is, you manage to warn him again, “b-baby, not on—hah birth control”

don’t cum inside. don’t cum inside. you told him that before you got too into it, and he agreed, he promised he won’t. of course he won’t.

so why’s he shaking his head? why’s he refusing now? your eyes widen a little, trying to push him but he leans to kiss you, drowning out your protests, turning them to mere mewls. “baby—wanna—wanna make you have babies..”

the alarm bells ring again. and again. and suddenly you remember the few warnings from your friends, the offhanded comments about how he’s a little off, a little weird, that he seems obsessed.

“you won’t leave me when you have my babies, you can’t—” suckling on your nipples through your shirt as if to prove a point, he wets it completely, making it see through with his spit. you feel gross. you feel—“can’t leave me,” he says one last time, moans straining as he empties his load in you. a generous load.

yandere!beomgyu is my favorite in the most deranged way possible. he’s not too sweet, he’s not the meanest, and he isn’t the most pathetic, but he’s definitely the craziest. beomgyu would be the one to go as far as to lock you in his home, keep you chained, bondaged—he’s fucking insane. the type to be into knife play as well, he loves the switch in power dynamic. instead of the past bossy, in control at all times y/n and her pretty lanky best friend who’s probably “head over heels” for her, it’s you on your knees, cold hard wood, getting your throat brutally abused like his personal sex doll.

he loves finally being the one in control. he’s so addicted. sometimes it feels like he’s only inflicting his craziest perverted dreams on you, and you were just his nearest victim, but oh no, out of the five, he’s definitely the most ‘in love’.

“let me out…beomgyu…please.”

his back is pressed against the bedroom’s door, listening in to your sobs that barely transcend the sound proof walls. he sighs, frusteningly running a hand through his hair.

“why—why don’t you love me?”

and suddenly its silent on your part, the sobs not reaching his ears anymore. its enough to cause more cracks in his heart, making him undeniably more bitter but god forbid he gives up on it—on making you love him back, he’ll risk everything for it.

yandere!taehyun is the most cruel but he’d also be considered the least delusional and the most delusional at the same time. he knows you won’t love him back, he could care less (well…debatable actually), it’s about protecting you at the end of the day. that’s where the delusion comes in, he thinks he’s your white knight and you’re only acting out like you’ve always been. stubborn and hard headed. when it comes to the sex, this man has you at all times legs spread up, with your hand restricted, supplying your pussy like a free breed whore. other than the humiliating position, he makes sure you’re aware at all times of what you are to him.

his saliva and cum covering your body like filth, using you like a rag, truly. he’s the type to slap when you act out—a strike against your face, pussy, tits, he’d do it all. and yet he still wholeheartedly believes he’s protecting you from the world that “corrupted” you.

yandere!hyuka is beyond pathetic but you’ll never know because he doesn’t act on his desires. well, in the sense that he doesn’t scratch the eyes out of every one of your boyfriends and doesn’t have you tied to him at all times—he’s the pussy type. in the dark, following, each and every step. that was the beginning. then it was jerking off on your balcony peeking between the blinds as he watches you undress. then it was stealing panties, sniffing, licking, as his hands go manic on his poor dick—it hurts, it’s dry but he keeps going, because he is so fucking addicted he doesnt wanna stop. whining n’ squeaking as he lets out your name out of his mouth over and over and over again.

your scent when he hugs you drives him mad, when you kiss his cheeks he embarrassingly spots a boner, he’s just pathetic with horrible horrible dirty thoughts in his head.

#txt smut #yandere smut #beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #hueningkai smut #soobin smut #taehyun smut #🌷. rana thoughts

[lovesick-wonderland]

Toy || C.BG

Summary: In which Beomgyu views you as just his toy to use and abuse.

Pairings: Toxic Bully! Choi Beomgyu x reader, Mingyu is mentioned

Warnings: DARK CONTENT, 18+, violence, noncon, smut, mean dom Beomgyu, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, jealous Beomgyu, sub y/n, gender neutral y/n, dacryphilia, pushover y/n, toxic Beomgyu/toxic TXT, self loathing y/n

University au

Word count: 1.6k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Beomgyu's just so mean.

He's always been this way, ever since you were young, tugging your hair, pushing you around into the walls, insulting your personality and looks while your eyes would water and tears would roll down your cheeks. He would especially insult your looks and intelligence, making sure you understand that you, in his eyes, were inferior to him in every way.

Even when you were reduced to a blubbering mess, Beomgyu still wouldn't stop. He just got meaner, laughing and pointing out how pathetic you looked.

When you went off to university, you were hoping to avoid Beomgyu at all costs. Unfortunately, it turned out he was going to the same university as you and somehow found a way to terrorize you even though you two were in different departments. 

Interactions with him always ended the same way: you in tears.

Truth be told, Beomgyu was addicted to your tears. He loved the redness of your nose and cheeks, how your tears would fall, how uneven your breathing became, how despite you trying to hold back your sobs, sniffles, and whimpers, they would escape. 

Beomgyu also lived for your reactions. He especially loved that no matter what he would say, you would just stand there and take it. Years of him wearing you down reduced you to a spineless, submissive mess. You wouldn't even make eye contact with him anymore, only looking at your shoes when you were in his vicinity.

He loves the softness of your voice when you speak, the plushness of your flesh when he digs his teeth and nails into you. He loves the silkiness of your hair when he tugs at it to make you look up at him. He even loves your wide eyes full of fear when he forces you to look at him.

Although he would never admit it to anyone, in his own sick way, he was addicted to you. 

You were his. His toy, his ragdoll to play with.

So, why were you hanging out with another guy? From the way the other guy was looking at you, Beomgyu was almost certain he was interested in you. 

Beomgyu spots you happily laughing with another guy in the hallway, walking together to your next lecture. Mingyu, he recognizes. You're wearing baggy clothes and your hair is a mess as usual, your hand clutching your tote bag as you look up at Mingyu, a smile on both of you twos lips.

Searing rage rises from the pit of Beomgyu's stomach as he storms towards the two of you. He sees red for a split second, and the next thing he knows, he's ripping you away from Mingyu with an iron grip. 

"Hey, is everything okay?" Mingyu asks, looking back and forth between Beomgyu and you, eyes full of concern.

"Everything's fine. Isn't it?" Beomgyu says, tightening his grip on you and looking at you. From the look he was giving you, you knew you knew you were in for punishment.

You nod your head weakly and agree with him. Your body feels boneless and your head lightheaded as you reassure the guy that everything's fine and that Beomgyu is simply your friend. Beomgyu nods in approval and excuses you two, promptly dragging you away.

It's unsurprising when Beomgyu pushes you into a random janitorial closet roughly once the guy is out of sight, quickly switching on the light, locking the door from the inside, and slamming you against the wall. You're quivering at this point, afraid of what's to come.

"I'm sorry, he just needed help on calculus. I helped him through just a couple problems. I swear I didn't tell him anything. I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry–" You blabber as you try to apologize and come up with an excuse.

Beomgyu just stares at you, eyes burning into you. Despite how ugly and pathetic he thinks you are, in the back of his head, he thinks you're cute, quivering and trying to get out of the situation like a rabbit cornered. He even thinks about letting you go without doing the things he wants to. But the greater chunk of his brain screams at him that someone is trying to take you away from him. Even worse, that you would be happy to run away from him with them. He needs to make sure you know you're his.

What surprises you is that Beomgyu kisses you with bruising force. He's never done that to you before, and instinctively, your hands go to his chest to push him away. Beomgyu pulls away when he realizes you're trying to push you away. You feel your stomach drop when you see his expression. He grabs you by your hair and slams your head against the stone wall. Your eyes feel like they're rattling in their sockets, and the room spins as tears spill from your eyes from the pain.

"Don't you dare fucking resist me unless you want your skull bashed in. Now be good for me like you've always been." Beomgyu says against your lips before kissing you again.

This time, you don't dare to resist. You hesitantly kiss back as your hands drop to your side.

Beomgyu makes a hum of approval before his tongue worms his way into your mouth. He pushes his lips more against yours, swiping his tongue over your teeth and gums as if he was trying to devour you alive. At a lost for what to do, your tongue stays stagnant in your mouth as you continue standing stiffly.

It's clear Beomgyu knows why. He pulls back with a laugh.

"You've never kissed before, right? Never fucked anyone either?"

You avoid his gaze and shake your head, cheeks flushing. 

"Fucking virgin, flirting with other guys in front of me like you're worth something." Beomgyu says before laughing again, "Aren't you glad I'm about to teach you how to fuck? You'd be so lost and embarrassed without me. Most people aren't as patient as me, you know."

You feel dizzy. You're not glad at all for what's to come in fact, the sheer idea of Beomgyu stealing your virginity after stealing your first kiss makes your body feel cold. But you don't want to upset him further, much less make your body more bruised, so you respond the way he likes.

So you whisper a soft, "Yes, thank you," and nod. 

Beomgyu lets out a sinister smile. His hands fly to your shirt, quickly tugging your shirt above your head. His mouth to your neck, sucking hickies into your neck as he makes quick work of your pants and underwear.

You feel uncomfortable in your skin. Your neck feels like it's being burned where Beomgyu touches. You try to zone out, focus on the wall, on the buzz of the lights, on anything but him while Beomgyu continues to torment you. However, it jolts you back to reality when you feel his length prod at your entrance. 

He doesn't even bother prepping you on his fingers or tongue. He doesn't even bother to undress fully, just tugging down his pants and freeing his length.

"Beomgyu… do you have a condom?" You ask fearfully, trying not to look down.

Beomgyu doesn't respond, using brute force to force his length into you, carving himself into your walls until he's flush against you and pulling your hips towards him. 

When you cry out in pain, the stretch burning, more tears falling, Beomgyu responds by degrading you.

"Oh, you can't take me? You really think you deserve what I'm giving you? Be grateful I'm giving you anything at all."

Your stomach twists and more tears spill out of your eyes. Maybe he was right, you didn't see yourself as particularly attractive, well you were certainly less attractive when compared to him. You weren't particularly smart either, there were always other people who did better than you in many aspects. Plus, you've always had issues talking with other people. Maybe he was right that you were lucky. Someone as attractive and intelligent as him gives his precious time to you. Other people would kill to be kissed and fucked by Choi Beomgyu.

"Fuck, I love it when you cry for me. Cry for me more. Sob for me more." Beomgyu groans, beginning to increase his pace until he's pushing you up against the wall with his body, jackhammering into your poor abused hole. 

Beomgyu looked debauched, eyes rolling back in pleasure, getting lost in your tight warmth. He's sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and sweat starting to soak through his shirt. Even like this, you thought, he looked more beautiful than you'd ever be.

"Beomgyu, please please please pull out." You plead softly, slightly above a whisper. You're scared of him hearing, but you don't want him to risk finishing inside you.

You requests go ignored as Beomgyu reaches his peak.

"Fucking take it!" Beomgyu moans with a particular hard thrust, pulling your hips flush against his as he stills in you.

You squirm and whimper as you feel hot cum flood into you as Beomgyu lets out a moan, panting heavily. You feel some of it ooze out and drip onto to cement floor of the storage closet. 

Beomgyu pushes your hair back, tucking some stray strands of your hair behind your ear. It's tender, almost romantic.

Beomgyu pulls out, quickly tucking himself into his pants and smoothing out his hair. However, it was apparent what had happened, given his panting, dilated pupils, sweaty body, and flushed cheeks. You collapse on the floor, staring at the locked door.

He spares one look at you before he exits, unlocking and slamming the door shut. But not before making something extremely clear verbally.

"You're my toy. Mine to play with, mine to break. Don't you dare even think about being around other people who aren't named 'Choi Beomgyu'."

#txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #txt smut #tomorrow by together #toxic txt #yandere txt #yandere choi beomgyu #tw: noncon #tw: violence

[pinkcottonlatte]

ＢＥＯＭＧＹＵᵳᵢ𝓬 ᵣₑ𝓬ₛ

[part 1]

⦾ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ

⁃ Lover = Lo$er by @wildernessuntothemselves (complete, sub!beomgyu, dom!reader, virgin shaming, degradation, slut shaming, foodplay, mommy kink, breeding kink)

⁃ You are my queen now by @wildernessuntothemselves (complete, switch!beomgyu, switch!reader, dry humping, cumming in pants, dirty talk, unrequited love, non con, extremely unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulative characters, mentions of and justifications of rape, mentions of miscarriages, spanking, cheating, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, orgasm denial)

⁃ Love affair by @yvesjun (complete, alcohol consumption, swearing, smut (drunk sex, fem. oral receiving, slight degradation, orgasm denial)

⁃ here I come by @ijhyo (complete, horror, swearing ,injuries, character death, mentions of blood, stabbing, knives)

⁃ run by @loveliestfelix (complete, angst, best friends to strangers)

⁃ ghosting by @jjunis (on going, swearing, family issues, abusive parents, mentions of domestic violence , mentions of some light injuries, anxiety ,depression, insecurities)

⁃ stranger things!beomgyu by @bb-eilish (mentions of death, sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, dom!gyu, sub!reader,mutual pining, condom use)

⁃ ugly district by @jjuxii (on going, enemies to lovers, bullying, cursing)

⁃ bj!ben by @minnieves (on going, camboy!beomgyu, mutual masturbation, fingering)

⁃ fuck you series by @fairyofshampgyu (complete, nsfw, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, enemies to lovers, degrading & slut shaming, smut)

⁃ live now! Series by @fairyofshampgyu (on going, camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, anal, smut)

⁃ anti-romantic by @tokkibbang00 (on going, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, humor, ex! hyunjin, best friend! yeonjun, indie band! txt, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex)

⁃ one way by @rosewould (on-going, hate sex, mean!gyu, slut shaming, breath play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture, dubcon, blood, pain play, breast play, biting, hair pulling, choking, spitting, unrequited crush, failed confession)

⦾ Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔｓ

⁃ honeymoon by @beomsight (edging, clothed sex, subspace, unestablished dom/sub roles, top!bg, he’s loud, mutual masturbation, drooling, biting, marks, crying)

⁃ needy thing by @beomsight (afab! reader, use of pet name, protected sex, hand job, oral)

⁃ surprise! by @beomsight (subby!bg, voyeurism, edging)

⁃ good boy by @beomsight (strap on, hand job, nipple play, softdom!reader

⁃ rude awakening by @beomsight (afab!reader, smacking, mention of temperature play, sleeping naked, tummy hickeys)

⁃ (blood) lust by @beomsight (afab!reader, lots of mentions of blood, hand jobs, fingering, slight dubcon, penetration, creampie, no protection, light choking, marking, biting, feeding, bloodplay, teasing, slight teasing

⁃ be sweet (I wanna believe in you) by @beomsight (angst, crying, mentions of insomnia, arguments, debilitating anxiety)

⁃ endorphins by @beomsight (poly! Featuring Taehyun, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral)

⁃ control by @beomsight ( ot5, fem!reader, subspace, voyeurism, spanking, orgasm denial, crying, manhandling, fingering, oral), attempt at double penetration (no anal), nipple play,degradation, pet names)

⁃ rush by @idollemon (best friends to lovers, dirty talk, foreplay, no actual intercourse)

⁃ boyfriend by @hyewka (sub!beomgyu, harddom!reader, degradation, slight mommy kink, overstim, dacryphilia, nipple play (m receiving), titty sucking, bed humping, praise kink, dumbification )

⁃ puppy hybrid thought by @hyewka (smut, sub!dog hybrid beomgyu, corruption kink)

⁃ yandere!beomgyu thought by @hyewka (18+, smut, toxic behaviour)

⁃ perv bestfriend!gyu thought by @hyewka (smut)

⁃ gamer!beomgyu by @cheolhub (smut)

⁃ how to get the girl by @ijhyo (college au, strangers to friends to lovers, swearing, lots of food mentions, two small mention of a creepy teacher, making out/kissing, drinking, social anxiety)

⁃ then I’ll be yours by @loveliestfelix (fluff, angst, best friends to lovers)

⁃ take me where your heart is by @loveliestfelix (fluff, some angst, friends to lovers)

⁃ movie night by @loveliestfelix (fluff)

⁃ the best thing that I got by @jjunis (some pining, fluff, college!au, best friends to lovers)

⁃ for worse and for better by @jjunis (angsty fluff, cursing, slight mention of sex, mentions of a breakup, mentions of mental and emotional struggles)

⁃ all one shots of @wildernessuntothemselves (smut mostly)

⁃ stalker!beomgyu by @clubeomgyu (Stalker!Beomgyu, Dom!Beomgyu, Psycho!Beomgyu, Possessive!Beomgyu, Sub!reader, stalking, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, drinking, jealousy, dirty talk, praise, body worship, panty kink, crying kink, overstimulation, orgasm control, forced orgasm, fingering, oral, choking, degradation)

⁃ gyu + incubus!fem reader by @clubeomgyu (intentional lowercase, vouyerism, wet dreams, masturbating)

⁃ sub!gyu & dom!reader by @clubeomgyu (Best friend AU, swearing, use of viagra, masturbation, teasing, praising, degrading)

⁃ beomgyu fingers you in public by @bb-eilish (public fingering, beomgyu cums in his pants, lingerie, changing room, pet names, established relationship, praise, cum eating, licking)

⁃ mini skirt by @gyuubear (Dacryphilia, rough sex, hair pulling, dom!beomgyu, spanking/hitting, public sex, oral, bent over, orgasm denial/edging, degradation, explicit language/pet names, choking, deepthroating, humiliation kink, creampie, MDNI)

⁃ adrenaline rush by @sugarcherriess (Dark themes, noncon, manipulation, use of force and fear, sadism, mind break, piece of shit gyu, use of toys, pussy slapping, lots of internal conflict, cream pie, cum play)

⁃ all one shots of @minnieves (smut mostly)

⁃ all one shots of @fairyofshampgyu (smut mostly)

⁃ dom!gyu x sex tapes of @bangchanswolfpelt

⁃ hey emo boy! by @koqabear (friends to lovers, fluff, smut, lots of piercings, needles, nipple piercings, snake bites and a tongue piercing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing)

⁃ only you, darling by @koqabear (featuring yeonjun, yandere au!, cursing, mentions of food/alcohol, unrequited love, pining, possessiveness, overprotectiveness, jealousy, mc is oblivious/trusting, hacking, stalking/harassment, toxic relationships, infidelity, lying, manipulation, brief sickness, nausea, tracking, panic attacks, paranoia and anxiety , threats, arguing, violence, weapons, blood, injuries, MCD, subspace (not explicitly named), unhealthy coping mechanisms, power imbalance, recurring nightmares, hallucinations, PTSD, forced isolation, Stockholm syndrome, guilt tripping, use of collars, brief starvation, choking, guns, vomiting)

⁃ take it! by @koqabear (fluff, angst, smut, featuring Taehyun, constant teasing)

⁃ traces you left by @koqabear (hurt/comfort, Angst, MCD, implied non-verbal characters, mentions of panic attacks, grieving, coping mechanisms, mentions of weight loss/eating disorders, mentions of depression, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, brief mentions animal death/animal surgery)

⁃ all one shots of @bugsbinnie (some are smut)

⁃ brat by @rosewould (smut, fluff, non idol au, virgin!reader, corruption kink)

#choi beomgyu #txt #fic recs #k pop smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #kpop boys #beomgyu smau #txt smut #txt smau #txt fluff #txt angst #poly relationship #beomgyu fic #txt fic recs #txt fic #smut #angst #yandere

[igorsynee]

t.w// mentions of ab*se, strong language, forceful kiss?, yandere.

“can i kiss you?“, beomgyu questioned sitting close to you.

you looked at his face with no emotions in your eyes as you looked away.

he grabbed your face and forced you to look at his face, "i asked, can i kiss you?", he said once again, this time a bit of anger in his voice.

you looked at him as your lips trembled and tears filled your eyes. you wanted to shout and scream but you had already done all of that and yet this man did not care. he did not care what you had to say at all. all he cared about was him. he was a selfish bastard.

“if i say no will you stop?“, you asked in a weak voice as he looked at you intensely.

“of course baby !! i would never do something that will hurt you“, he said looking at you with big starry eyes and a face filled with an expression of care and his brows furrowed in concern for you.

you looked at him and stared at his face as his face changed expression in front of you. a smirk appeared on his lips and the concern that was visible on his face was now not there anymore rather an expression of arrogance and mockery took over his face.

he grabbed your face and pulled it closer to his before capturing your lips with his into a forceful kiss.

“i lied“, he whispered in between the kiss before he broke the kiss moving away from you and creating a distance between you two.

“next time you try to talk to any other guy again it won't just stop with you not being able to walk or talk.“, he said as he looked at the bruises on your neck and body before looking back up at you.

“i will tear his limbs apart and make you sew them back to his body. understand?“, he said in a threatening tone.

“understand?“, he asked once again this time his hand grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling them with a force receiving a scream from you.

you grabbed his hand that was pulling on your hair and looked at him before nodding repeatedly as tears fell down your eyes.

you had stopped fighting and resisting way early into the relationship since that's what you thought would help you stay safe and have a peaceful life but you were a human after all. how could you so easily adapt to the rules and ways of this monster in human form? for you those were mistakes but for him those were the opportunities. opportunities to torture you and remind you of your place and to where you belong and all of that leads only to him.

//i am only gonna write pure hardcore kpop yandere fanfics. it would be very much explicit about everything but i think kpop stans who read yandere fics have already seen more enough to not be repulsed by wtv i will write LOLL anyways enjoy more fics coming very soon

#yandere txt #yandere kpop #yandere beomgyu #yandere #yandere yeonjun #yandere soobin #yandere taehyun #yandere kai #txt x reader #txt yandere

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Hear me out, sub bully yandere. Tries bullying you for attention but fails horribly after you responds back even worse 💖

ugh this is honestly so such a good trope omgggg

this is honestly so gyu to me tho

like he's just so mean, bullying and picking on people he deems 'deserve it', but one day he sets his sights on you, and is instantly obsessed.

he doesn't know how to get your attention. you're way out of his league and would never talk to someone like him.

so what choice does he have?

other than to bully you?

but he doesn't expect you to say anything back, doesn't expect you to turn around when he heckles you as you walk down the hall past him rather than just staying quiet and taking it

he doesn't expect the way that your eyes harden on him, growing dark and mean as you begin to spit back insult after insult, rendering beomgyu completely speechless

and he definitely doesn't expect the way that his pants tighten when you do that, growing harder and harder at every degrading thing you hurl at him

he tries to shift, tries to hope, hope that it'll do down, hope that you won't notice

and then your eyes flick down, eyeing him and he can feel his face growing flushed in embarrassment.

but no, you won't stop there.

"you really are pathetic, aren't you beomgyu? getting hard from me calling you a little bitch, huh? does me being mean to you turn you on? do you like being treated like this?"

you grow closer to him with every word until your noses are practically touching and he can feel your breath on his face, smell the mint from the gum you're chewing.

he swallows and you're close enough that you can hear it.

"well? you like being my little bitch, right sweetheart?"

the venom in your tone when you use the nickname has him throbbing, sweat trickling down the back of his neck.

he pulls a lip between his teeth.

"yes."

"yes what?"

his breathing gets heavier.

"yes, i wanna be your bitch."

#inbox💌 #sub yandere #sub beomgyu #beomgyu smut #txt smut #sub txt #txt hard thoughts #hard thoughts #ideas👀 #beomgyu x reader

[linos-luna]

TXT Masterlist

Angst 🥀 || Yandere 🔪|| Smut ❣️|| fluff ☁️

Yeonjun

• Dark 🔪

• Needy ❣️

• Cream ❣️

• Odd Fantasy ❣️

• Rainy Day ❣️ (req)

• To Be Desired ❣️🔪

• You’re mine, right? ❣️

• Lessons (+ Hueningkai) ❣️

Soobin

• Tantrums 🔪

• Your Bunny 🔪 (req)

• “Relax Noona” ❣️☁️

Beomgyu

• Games ❣️ (req)

Taehyun

Tongue out ❣️

Hueningkai

• Lessons (+ Yeonjun) ❣️

• “Where’d You Go?” ☁️

• Just cooking ❣️

• Music Lessons ❣️

• Injuries 🔪

#kpop x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop yandere #txt yandere #txt yeonjun #txt soobin x reader #txt soobin #txt beomgyu #txt taehyun #tomorrow x together yeonjun #tomorrow x together fanfic #tomorrow x together #soobin x poc reader #yeonjun x poc reader #yandere yeonjun #yandere soobin #yandere Beomgyu #yandere Taehyun #Yandere Hueningkai #Hueningkai x poc reader #hueningkai x reader

[sayitdido]

Would you write some thoughts about shy fem reader who has no-one but beomgyu

i hope you don't mind toxic relationships, if so i'm sorry

warnings: manipulative!possesive!beomgyu, shy!naive!reader, slight yandere behavior, dom!gyu, sub!reader, unproted sex, breeding kink, a really toxic relationship

you had no one but him. it didn't occur to you to question the situation you were in. all your relationships dommed to fail except for him. your family and friends, they didn't love you enough to keep you around but he did.

always reassuring you about how he loved you and how everyone else either just used you or bad for you. you foolishly falling for that every single time. but he was not all wrong. no one cared for you or loved you like he did. it was not like you were the one to socialize either. too shy to even order food or talk to waiter.

you didn't need anyone else but him. he convinced himself and so did you. or it was also his work. didn't matter. at the end of the day you were all his, just like he wished.

his sick and twisted mind wishing to show the whole world you were his. load after load dripping from your abused hole. it was to show everyone you were his, he said. "take it like a good girl i know that you are." he added. and you did.

all to satify his needs. to satify his possesiveness. all his. no one else's. such a good girl for him. all for him.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #yandere txt #yandere beomgyu

[cheegu3]

GOOD BOY GONE BAD | Beomgyu - in the nightfall

note: the new comeback has me more in love with txt again man 😫 so I decided to do short stories to post for a member every week if I can keep up - every member gets assigned a song from the album somewhat related to the story + every other story has a good or bad ending,

synopsis: The enchanted forest called nightfall was something you had been told to avoid ever since you were born, you didn’t know why, except for the fact that many people disappeared in the forest. Many said it was due to its size, people got lost in the rain that often befell the place but others talked of a beautiful siren in the woods, luring its victims in with their seducing and velvety song. You knew deep down that one day you’d have to go inside and you dreaded it. A vision of your little sibling walking into the woods and not coming back had been shown several times, it was a prediction.

Will you survive?

trigger warning: yandere themes, very creepy, murder, blood, gore, non-con kissing, swearing, suicidal thoughts

genre: yandere, suspense, mystery, fantasy, horror

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

pairing: fm reader x beomgyu

wc: 5.7k

Dawn was fast approaching, having come just as fast as it did every day that went by. This was when the nightfall was at its most beautiful, with the light shades of the twilight shining through the tree-tops and casting a glimmer like shine on your family’s little cottage.

The cottage you lived in was by the edge of the forest and the official entrance to it. You had been told tales of how your ancestors were ‘’ forest keepers ‘’ with their only duty being to either protect and stop people from entering it in the first place - or if they went anyway and got lost, to retrieve them as they were the only ones in the village that knew their way around.

The tradition for your family to know the ins and outs of the forest had ended with your parents. They refused to become keepers but still shooed away any nosy kids lurking around the entrance, daring each other to go in.

So you had never gone inside, never even dared to step foot more than ten feet into it. You had this fear that if you went further, somehow, your house would disappear and you’d be taken by the monster living inside.

The both pleasant and horrible dreams you had of the forest was enough to win against the curious side of you that wanted to explore it despite your parents views.

Your little brother was the same way. He often played by the edge of the forest instead of the big backyard you had and it would always piss your parents off; they didn’t know that when you were alone, babysitting him, you’d let him play there.

You always watched him of course, it was your duty as the older sibling. Still the anxiety that something bad could happen or would happen in the future was always there but you wanted your baby brother to be as happy as can be - besides, playing just by the edge had never hurt anyone.

As the twilight was transitioning into dusk, you and your brother were the only ones still out. Your mother had called from inside for you to come in and stop playing but your brother seemed more interested in the forest than usual today.

He had this tricycle that he would always ride around with and on some days he would creep you out by standing still at the edge, staring blankly into the forest while sometimes humming a song and wagging the bike slightly.

He was doing this odd thing now too and had been for a big portion of the evening. You tried not to think too much of it. He was about four, it’s only natural to have a fascination with nature and especially a forest as beautiful and enchanting as that one.

Still, after about twenty minutes had passed since your mother had called last - he still wasn’t moving. Gently you lifted him off the tricycle and held his hand while carrying the tricycle.

Despite the few meters it took to close the distance between the place you had been playing, to the cottage - his gaze was still been glued to the forest.

You helped your brother get his jacket and shoes off and then went into your room.

The very next day all of the students of the university of the village - which wasn’t many - but nonetheless, had a big exam. Having been busy with babysitting your brother, you hadn’t studied too much and you planned on cramming it now, the night before like you always did. 

Waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t anything unusual to you. Anxiety kept you up at times and you had expected it to do the same since you were stressed yet again.

You laid in your bed for hours, tossing and turning after giving up on studying. As the sun was rising the temperature went up. The heat along with the light shining aggressively onto your head bothered you. So you got up and went to the window. 

What use was there to go back to sleep any way when the day had now started; you pulled the curtains back and opened the window. While your hand was on the window’s handle, an eerie noise reached your ears as soon as you pushed it open a bit.

It seeped in through the crack and made you feel very uneasy. The hairs on your skin that was already filled with goosebumps, stood up.

Immediately you slammed it shut and released a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. What was that? It sounded like something you had never heard before. An airy, dreary and clear sound. 

One thing you would probably never admit to yourself was that despite all the weird and uncomfortable, obvious signs of uncomfortableness - there was still a small bit inside that wanted to hear more, almost willing to go out in your nightgown barefoot and following the voice into the forest. 

The urge to do so was so strong that you had to hold yourself back, shutting the window was the best you could’ve done in that situation, you never know what could’ve happened if you gave into the urge.

Trying to shake off the feeling wasn’t too hard. The thoughts about the exam and anxiety over how it would go quickly seeped into your mind again and occupied it.

You started getting ready and was about to head out the door with a toast in your hand.

‘‘ Bye, see you later! ‘‘ you said before leaving like you always did.

No answer came.

An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach but you knew this had happened many times before. Your parents were morning-people and often got up before the sunrise to pick berries and do errands.

So instead of going a bit from your house to where they usually were this early, you went straight to school.

*******

Everyone was just as nervous, their pens ticking in unison while they glanced at the door, waiting for the teacher’s arrival. The regretfulness due to not studying was hitting you hard. You could almost predict now how disappointed your parents would be when you’d get the worst grade out of your class.

The sound of the door creaking open was the only thing giving you a break from your negative thoughts; just like everyone else, you glanced at the door any time a sound that could be the starting sound of a door opening was heard.

It was already dead quiet but somehow it managed to get even more quieter as the teacher’s face popped around the door. She didn’t look happy, not her usual cheerful self and she closed the door with a slight slam, quickly walking to her desk.

A stern, gloomy expression had settled on her face. Not even the jokesters of the group could make her crack a smile today it seemed. 

‘‘ The exam is cancelled ‘‘ her voice rang out and echoed.

The classroom that had been filled with whispers due to the teacher’s weird mood, immediately went out.

‘‘ There has been another disappearance, into the woods, another boy ‘‘ she said, a hint of pain flashing behind her eyes.

You furrowed your brows. Some kids sighed loudly, complaining how it was probably just another stupid kid not listening to their parents nor knowing the true dangers of the forest.

‘‘ It’s...y/n’s brother ‘‘ the teacher added.

You swear your heart stopped.

The surrounding got blurrier by the second and the sounds seemed to dampen out, only leaving room for a ringing sound in your ears.

Their invasive and intense stares were on you, so suffocating that you tried to get out of the classroom as quick as possible - pushing through the crowd and slamming the door behind you, you pushed your back against it with your weight to prevent anyone from following.

It seemed that the corridor was the only place you were allowed to catch your breath. You did so for about five minutes before your family started to occupy your thoughts, followed by imaginations of your terrified brother, all alone in that forest.

You started running home, ignoring the burning sensation in your chest and pushing forward all the way.

The door wasn’t open. You weren’t sure why you’d expect it to be. It looked the exact same way since you’d left it the same morning.

The only thing that differed was your parents’ pained faces in the windows by the kitchen. 

You went inside and your mother gasped in relief, hugging you.

‘‘ We almost thought we lost you too ‘‘ you felt something drop down on your shoulder, tears. They were quickly wetting down your clothes.

You pulled away, sharing the same pained looked your mother was but you still tried to hold the tears in. Then you looked to your father, wanting to give him a hug since he looked like he desperately needed it - judging by the way he looked absent-mindedly into the forest. 

He hadn’t reacted to the sound of you entering, or you and your mother talking to each other. It was like as if he was a zombie, neither dead nor alive, just empty.

Your mom’s hand found yours and she stroked her thumb over it in an attempt to be comforting.

‘‘ He’s been this way ever since we noticed your brother was gone ‘‘ your mom said, a sad smile on her face as she watched your father.

He didn’t react again, barely showing signs of registering your voices.

‘‘ When did you notice? ‘‘ that sinking feeling in your stomach had returned.

You started thinking about a scenario that would make you feel so much worse, and you feared she was about to confirm it.

‘‘ When we woke up, he wasn’t in his bed. ‘‘ your breath hitched.

‘‘ So we went out and looked for him. We didn’t want to wake you though, thinking he hadn’t gone too far and was just playing ‘‘

There it was. The confirmation that made guilt hit you like a stabbing. That intuitive feeling that something was wrong, had been right after all and you had ignored it. While you went to school, completely oblivious of your parents’ and brother’s pain - they were out looking for him, probably becoming more distressed as more time went by without a sign of him.

It felt like there weren’t any options for you, to make it right and somehow make it up to your parents, except..

‘‘ I’ll go after him ‘‘ you blurted out.

Your mother stared at you in shock, looking like she didn’t know what to say. Even your father reacted this time, you had looked at him directly while saying it and you saw how his shoulders tensed up ever so slightly at your words.

‘‘ I can find him. Please ‘‘ you begged to your mother.

‘‘ Honey? ‘‘ she looked hesitant to answer your question so soon, instead walking over to where your father was sitting with his back turned to you.

She laid a hand on his left shoulder and smiled down at him. Her slender fingers beginning to tap gently at a continuous pace when she didn’t get a response from him.

‘‘ Did you hear what she said? ‘‘ she asked, softly.

Several seconds of an uncomfortable silence passed.

‘‘ It was.. ‘‘ your father whispered.

It was so low that you and your mother looked at each other in confusion, seeing if the other had understood.

Many more seconds passed and just when you thought he wouldn’t speak again, 

‘‘ It was her fault! ‘‘ he screamed.

You and your mother both jumped. Then it got quiet again as you let his words sink in.

Your fault? He thinks it’s your fault...But how? You hadn’t done anything except for what you had been told to do by your father. You had never once dared to disobey him, talk back or get bad grades.

Your breathing got heavier, you stared at him as if your look would tell him to explain himself, but he of course couldn’t see you.

However, your mother did and she looked very sad upon seeing your reaction to your father’s hurtful words.

‘‘ I-I’m sorry ‘‘ the tears were close to spilling over now.

‘‘ Don’t apologise, y/n. I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that, we’re all stressed-’‘

‘‘-If she wasn’t such a bad older sister, then he’d never go missing in the first place ‘‘ he interrupted, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

‘‘ But, honey...’‘ your mother tried.

‘‘ You’re going, because you have to make it right. But I will come with you. You’re too weak to do it on your own. ‘‘

He stood up, his dominance being assertive, making you both know there was no more arguing with him - he had made up his mind.

‘‘ We leave now. I’m not letting you waste any more time, not when you could’ve killed him ‘‘ 

You nodded. There was no space for crying, and although his words stung and would for long after, you only had one thing on your mind - you were going to make father proud. You were going to find your little brother and bring him home.

*******

The walk to the forest was quiet, even well inside it. You didn’t feel too scared when he was by your side, and you were still close enough to see the house.

Instead, the focus was laid on trying to keep up with father’s quick and not very discreet footsteps - he was almost stomping with hate and bitterness, any time he moved, as to visibly show his emotions to you.

The supposed monster living inside this forest didn’t get thought about until your house was completely gone, covered by the trees. For some reason, the sun had started to go down, yet you remember leaving in the midday just after you went to school.

The panic hadn’t set in fully but you did look to your father to see if he had noticed. Clearly he didn’t want to offer you guidance or comfort; like he always did, he walked in front with his back turned.

But after a while, even he couldn’t ignore the quickly falling night. He went off the track by a few meters, underneath a big rock that was curved in a way so it could cover for potential rain. 

You followed, sitting down at a comfortable distance and relaxed against the rock wall. You had barely been able to keep up with the pace and were now very tired and thankful for the break.

‘‘ We’ll rest here tonight, then continue once the sun goes up ‘‘

You frowned and hesitated, leaving seconds of silence before answering.

‘‘ But...Shouldn’t one of us stay on watch? ‘‘

You father snorted, like you couldn’t have said any thing more ridiculous.

‘‘ Watch? What for? ‘‘ he spat, staring at you.

You weakened under his eyes.

‘‘ I just. Well, in case there really is something in the woods-’‘

His laugh made your voice waver, confidence decreasing quickly ‘’-an animal or, something ‘’ you continued and cleared you throat.

‘‘ Nonsense. Go to sleep child, unless you want to stay up of course? ‘‘ he raised his eyebrow and then cackled condescendingly. 

He gave one last look at you, making you feel even smaller - before laying down and turning on his side away from you.

You curled up; not feeling particularly sleepy in the moment, you instead just watched the forest as it was.

Although everyone was terribly afraid of it, most if not all would probably say it was beautiful, even from the outside. But on the inside it was even more so. The trees stood tall and proud, ever so slightly swaying with the wind, making them look like they were dancing.

The treetops were so high up that it looked like it was covering all of the sky, only letting in small beams of light through their top leaves. almost giving off enchanted vibes, the way the light bounced made the trees look even more alive.

You sat there admiring it for quite some time. Not sure how much time had passed, you got up when you finally got bored and started walking. 

You weren’t planning on going far of course but naturally, wanting to see even more beautiful things further away made you be lured away - not even noticing how far you’d went.

All of a sudden it was like you snapped out of a trance you didn’t know you had been in. And you looked back, relieved to still see your father in your line of sight. Still, you were a bit confused on how that had all happened. You just kept walking and walking.

Then you heard it. The weird eerie noise, but now it sounded clearer and more beautiful. You felt how your body went into that trance again, wanting to follow the voice, yet there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Silent tears that didn’t match your enchanted face, ran down your cheeks. Anyone who’d see you know would think you’re out of your mind.

The voice got closer and in the distance you thought you could see the outline of a man. He stood on top of a rock, watching you delightedly as you approached him.

It felt like you were floating above your body, watching it walk but not being able to control it. And you saw yourself walk all the way up to the man.

He looked even more beautiful up close. You had seen it from a distance, his shiny siren like eyes that seemed to catch the light perfectly. Up close you could see the details you had missed.

Long, messy but perfect hair. It looked like he didn’t need to do anything to look good, he just did, without any effort and probably hadn’t styled his hair or ever worn makeup in his life.

You felt a deep rooted jealousy come up to the surface. Same feeling you felt when you looked at the popular girls at school. They always reminded you that life was unfair, just like this man but maybe ten times more. Others beauty was barely comparable to the man in front of you.

‘‘ Perfect ‘’ you whispered.

It was too late before you realised you had voiced your thoughts while staring intrusively at him, a hand subconsciously reaching out to touch his face.

He laughed, a deep but clear and warm laugh that seemed to go right to your stomach.

You had never felt this way for someone before, and you had just met him, what was wrong with you? Were you really as superficial as everyone else? Or was there something...magical about him?

‘‘ Why are you here? ‘‘ was the next thing you said.

The longer you stood there looking at him, the more questions had started piling up, although your focus had first been on his appearance the questions were bound to overflow.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, like he was confused or perhaps toying with you. A smirk slowly formed on his perfect lips and you felt a bit uncomfortable, taking a step away.

‘‘ Well, I live here, y/n ‘‘ his smirk turned into a more taunting smile.

He had been waiting for this since forever. Not only the part of watching you fall apart as you become scared of the beautiful creature you had once trusted automatically, because humans are superficial and foolish - but also just you entering the forest. 

It would be worth it, all those years he had silently watched you, tried to beg you to come to him but you never heard him. He watched as you read fairytales, you loved those, and he would smile with pride as you always picked the siren as the most beautiful creature, opposite to your friends that would choose the prince.

What else was it if not destiny? 

The way he had randomly spotted you once reading a fairytale book while pacing back and forth in front of the forest, was nothing short of a love story in Beomgyu, the siren’s eyes.

He loved you from the moment he saw you and he knew you would do the same if he could get you inside the forest. It would prove to be a challenge. You were too mentally strong; he needed to weaken you, to make you paranoid, stressed and feel alienated - just like how his victims did naturally, without him even having to try.

But he didn’t care about those people. They were only fun for toying with. It had been a great pleasure to the siren to watch them look at him with awe before realising something was wrong, as well as watching them squirm in pain when he killed them mercilessly like the monster he was. But you, you were different, he had to have you, if he had to kill the whole town to get you, so be it.

While watching you, he realised you had a weakness - your little brother. He was a lot younger and an easy target for Beomgyu. The younger they are, the more they listen to the forest without their parents’ biased views invading their innocent minds.

Your little brother just wanted a friend. There had never been a more perfect opportunity to make you come to him. Why did your father have to come with though? Now he’d have to get rid of him in front of you, and risk you not seeing him as your picture perfect soulmate.

‘‘ H-how do you know my name? ‘‘ your voice snapped him back to his reality.

He was about to answer with how you were destined for each other, and how you’d live happily ever after with him, in this forest while he’d let your brother out safely as a compromise. But of course, someone had to ruin it again.

‘‘ Hey! What the fuck are you doing with my daughter? ‘‘ a male voice from behind roared in anger.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. Things sometimes, to his dismay, don’t go according to his plan.

Your father ran up as quickly as he could and tugged your arm harshly, making you move behind him. He stepped back with the both of you, and in his hands he held a small broken off tree branch.

The siren laughed mockingly when he saw the pathetic weapon.

‘‘ You think that is going to stop, me? ‘‘

Horror made your stomach sink. How had you not realised it, all those fairytales and stories about the forest, all the disappearances; you should never have let your dad try to rationalise it or try to morph your theories into his.

‘‘ Father, we need to go ‘‘ you whimpered behind him.

Your father pushed you behind him further away, not caring about what you said but also refusing to let you act out on your own.

You felt frustrated, and more scared than you had ever felt.

‘‘ Who are you? ‘‘ your father barked at him.

Spit was flying everywhere, he had gotten closer to the siren who didn’t budge one bit. He still had that amused look on his face and that told you everything you needed to know. 

‘‘ Father, please! ‘‘ you cried out.

‘‘ We can leave now! And look for him ‘‘ 

Your pleas went ignored. From your point of view it looked almost like they were having a stare-off. Your father looked so angry, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d do something he’d regret.

So you got up to them and stood in the middle. Facing the siren, was your best bet.

‘‘ Please, don’t hurt him ‘‘ you begged.

There was no room for feeling embarrassed or pathetic - not when possibly one of the most dangerous creatures was in front of you.

His attention focused on you again. He smiled widely. Maybe in an attempt to charm you but with emotionless eyes that said move or I’ll make you.

‘‘ Get away from him y/n! ‘‘ your father shouted.

You backed away but still kept eye-contact with him to silently plead. He thought it was cute how much you were trying to get your way, you had even teared up to add to the theatrics - but unfortunately, he was the one that always got his way in the end, and so he wouldn’t back down even if it was for you.

‘‘ If you want to let your brother leave this forest alive, I have something I want in return ‘‘ he had a teasing glint in his eyes.

You just knew it wasn’t something good.

‘‘ You let me kill your dad ‘‘ he voiced as if it was a completely reasonable condition.

You gasped.

‘‘ No, no! You will let them both go, alive ‘‘

Your response seemed to make him impatient and annoyed.

‘‘ You have to choose either of them ‘‘ 

You shook your head and looked down, trying to go over any other conditions he might agree to.

Your father had frozen in his spot and didn’t even stop the evil man from approaching you; slowly but threateningly with an aura of dominance and confidence excluding from him. Like he knew there was nothing you could do but comply.

‘‘ Are you really that stupid? ‘‘ your head shot up to look at him as he snarled an insult at you ‘‘ To think that I would let you get out freely, out of my forest? ‘‘ he chuckled darkly but there was a hint of anger behind it.

He was so close, you could almost touch him but you felt so uncomfortable under his intense stare that you looked away.

‘‘ You have to choose one now ‘‘

The small remaining bits of your tough facade you had been holding on to finally broke down and the tears started streaming down.

‘‘ No ‘‘ you whimpered.

‘‘ Who will it be? ‘‘ he amused ‘‘ Your lovely brother, who isn’t much use at all and will probably amount to nothing in his life but at least you love him - or perhaps, the villain of the story, your dad that has only criticised and judged you all your life, never being happy with you, hm? ‘‘ he reached out for you, a soft hand turning your chin, forcing you to look at him.

The crazed look on his face told you that he was enjoying this, like he had talked so casually of killing someone it might just be a game. Still, you both knew his words had hit deeply. The tears had turned into choked sobs.

‘‘ I’m serious. If you don’t pick in the next five seconds, I’ll kill them both ‘‘ he leaned in to whisper in your ear ‘‘ and i’ll enjoy it ‘‘ 

Panic started to course through you.

‘‘ I-uh ‘‘ your fingers nervously picked at your hand as you realised you had no other option and you really had to pick between two lives.

‘‘ 2...’‘

You stared at him bewildered, how had you not even realised he had started counting? 

‘‘ 3...’‘

Your heartbeat was increasing rapidly, thumping against your chest and almost muffling all the outside sound.

‘‘ 4...’‘ he sighed deeply while looking at your distressed state.

‘‘ fi- ‘‘

‘‘-Father! ‘‘ you screamed.

There was a long silence. It felt like the forest, as well as the siren almost wanted you to bask in what you had just said. That you had really chosen to let someone in your family die instead of offering yourself; it was like a punch to the stomach.

You avoided both their gazes - one terrified and betrayed, the other satisfied and condescending. You still refused to look when you saw in the corner of your eye how Beomgyu turned away, towards your father.

Instead, you crouched down in the opposite direction, tears streaming down your face and hands covering your ears firmly.

Beomgyu however, had other plans. He wasn’t gonna let you off so easily. A foot nudged your back and you slowly turned a little bit as to not accidentally see your father’s dead body.

He crouched down to you, stroking your hair creepily which matched the almost psychotic look on his face. Your flinched as you saw small specks of blood on his cheeks, a shriek involuntarily leaving you.

His hand rested on top of your head as he looked right into your eyes. You felt yourself start to shake at the thought of him pulling away his hand and it being bloody.

He smiled down at you warmly - something you would’ve blindly believed was genuine if you hadn’t known him better.

‘‘ You have to watch ‘‘ he said furtively. 

‘‘ N-no, please ‘‘

The corners of his mouth quirked at your already messy mental state, further crumbling in front of him.

‘‘ It wasn’t a question ‘‘ his eyes narrowed.

Standing up, he easily was able to turn you around to face what looked like your father laying on the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed. He hadn’t fought back? When you come to think of it, he hadn’t even screamed - or was it, that he couldn’t?

From your spot you could still see that he had small cuts all over, matching the splatters of blood on Beomgyu’s face. Surprisingly, you weren’t crying anymore. You just wanted him to get it over with so you and your brother could get home safely.

The siren watched your face as you took in your father’s condition and he raised an eyebrow in amusement as well as utter surprise. This was not at all what he had expected. He grinned to himself before walking over to the person laying on the forest floor and crouched.

He had been waiting so long for this moment, and he cherished how your father was now struggling to breathe. Beomgyu could’ve killed him in seconds but he didn’t want to, horrible people deserve it long, slow and painful.

He looked to you, knife in his hand and something in you made you nod. He whispered good girl to you while smirking at your answer - then he plunged the knife deeply into your father’s left chest. Blood seeped out, crimson red quickly painting the forest’s moss below. 

You stood up. Your father didn’t have a pained expression, perhaps he had accepted his faith as soon as he walked into this forest. 

‘‘ Hey ‘‘ 

The siren turned his head and flashed an almost childish, excited grin to you.

‘‘ Finally ‘‘ he walked up to you and pulled you into his embrace. ‘‘ If you only knew how long I’ve been waiting ‘‘ you looked up at him with a puzzled expression. 

‘‘ For us to be together, forever of course ‘‘ he smirked when he felt your body stiffen.

‘‘ What? No, that was not the deal! ‘‘ you pushed his chest so he stumbled backwards a few steps.

‘‘ I said he gets to get out safely ‘‘ he answered ‘‘ But I never mentioned you, did I? ‘‘ you inhaled sharply.

‘‘ No...’‘ you whispered more to yourself than to him.

He suddenly snapped his fingers and out of nowhere your brother appeared. He didn’t look hurt or scared, something was...different about him. He didn’t even smile when he saw you.

But before you got to hug him or tell him everything was gonna be okay, he snapped his fingers again and he was gone.

‘‘ What did you do? ‘‘ you growled angrily. 

You were ready to fight him if he had hurt your brother.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes like you were merely an inconvenient child in his presence. 

‘‘ He’s fine. I teleported him to the edge, where your house is ‘‘

You let out a sigh of relief, but then your reality hit you again. Being stuck here for all eternity, with an evil, deadly beautiful siren that you wanted nothing do do with. All you wanted was to go home. To read your brother to bed; snuggling up together, watching his eyes get droopier and droopier before he finally gives in and falls against the cushions, fast asleep. You wanted to see the look on your mother’s face as you two arrived safely, perhaps she’d be quite relieved your father didn’t make it. And you wanted to tell your best friend all about how the theories about the forest were correct.

But you couldn’t. You weren’t sure why but you had a feeling it was due to him wanting to keep you around to then just kill you cruelly. 

‘‘ Why do you want me to stay here? ‘‘ you voiced out loud.

You had to know. He simply scoffed.

‘‘ Because I love you ‘‘

‘‘ Love me? ‘‘ your voice was laced with venom. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

‘‘ You just met me ‘‘

‘‘ Not true ‘‘ he smiled. ‘‘ I’ve been watching you for years, y/n ‘‘ 

Goosebumps appeared all over your skin upon his confession. It all felt very surreal. Like a nightmare, only you didn’t know if it would ever end this time.

He stepped closer menacingly, his towering height adding to how terrifyingly beautiful he already looked.

‘‘ I have loved you for years ‘‘ he said, desperation and a hint of repressed anger underneath. 

‘‘ I called for you with my song, every night - but no response ‘‘ he clicked his tongue.

‘‘ But now, you’ve come to me ‘‘

‘‘ I’m gonna leave you, I-I’m gonna escape and-’‘

Beomgyu burst out laughing. ‘’ Escape? There’s no way for you to escape ‘’ he got even closer.

‘‘ My song - my voice reaches every corner, every crevice in this forest - it can tell you to do anything, or what not to do ‘‘

You felt and looked completely defeated inside. All hopes vanished at once, draining the will to live out with it. He forced you to look at him again, but this time he kissed you. A kissed filled with impatience, lust and a longing.

‘‘ You need to accept your faith, darling. We’ll be happy here together, the two of us ‘‘

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

You Are My Queen Now | Part 12

Word Count: 14k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Growing up as a child of a minor lord, you had it instilled in you since a young age that you needed to find yourself a rich and affluent husband that would not only provide a comfortable life for you, but would also help further your family’s position in the court. So it was of the utmost importance that you remain a virgin in order to land such a coveted husband.

The problem lies when the man you secretly love, Prince Beomgyu, suddenly and unabashedly propositions you.

Warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, missionary degradation, sub!gyu, dom!gyu, sub!oc, dom!oc, breeding kink, inaccurate portrayal of an old wedding, oc has a mini panic attack, knife and blood play, self harm and harming others, mentions of past rape, slapping, smothering gyu with your pussy lmao, pregnancy, extremely unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulative characters, mentions of and justifications of rape and blaming someone for their own rape.

It’s been about a month since Beomgyu officially declared war on Taehyun. 

Beomgyu doesn’t tell you much about the war but from what little he’s told you and what you’ve gathered, Taehyun’s wasn’t doing good. Even though he has gathered more allies now other than Ryujin’s father, like Lord Seojin who joined up with him after that disastrous meeting and Heejin’s family who turned against Beomgyu after she got kicked out of court, as well as their various associates, but the best they can do right now is merely hold their ground. 

Beomgyu doesn’t seem concerned about the war or the loss of some of his allies. Instead, he focuses on strengthening his relations with the existing members of his court and continually gaining the public’s support. 

“You’ve gotten slimmer again.” You comment as you move your brush over his skin, noting how his back lost much of the bulk it had when you first saw him again. “And your hair got longer." 

You’re having your painting session with just him today. Lately, he’s been so busy with meetings and the like and so he’s using this as an excuse to spend more time with you. He had volunteered to let you use his body as a canvas and now he was laying on his stomach over a large sheet as you paint his back with vivid red colors. 

He cranes his head back and grins. "You said you loved your lanky idiotic best friend."

That’s true, and he’s starting to look like him too. But will you ever be able to see him in that way again? You know your love for him will never go away–it hasn’t even waned a little bit after everything he’s done and you’re sure even if he were to kill you, your heart would pump the last of its blood with love for him. But will you ever look at him the same way again? Will you ever trust him? Will he ever be your knight in shining armor? Will he ever be the innocent warmth you seek against the coldness of the world? 

He has hurt you too much, too much. But the gods have turned their backs on you long ago and only the devil would embrace you. He beckons to you with open arms, a soft smile and the promise of the whole world in your hands. 

And how can you refuse his bastardized gift–your fallen angel–when you incited his revolt against the gods? You’re as doomed to the fires of hell as he is, you rotten sinner. 

As the bloody strokes of paint take shape, Beomgyu tries to get a peek at what you’re painting. "Are those wounds?"

“Yes.” You confirm monotonously. "Ripped wings."

“Am I a fallen angel?” He frowns at that, the negative connotations hanging in the air. 

“The devil.” 

Beomgyu pauses for a minute, perturbed by your words. You don’t know why he always acts so surprised by them, as if he just expects you to get over everything he’s done and forgive him already. 

"I am not going to get upset by your sharp words anymore. You chose me. That tells me all I need to know." He says, hurt apparent in his voice despite his words. "You pouting and sulking is not going to save him and you know that very well. So you might as well drop it and start enjoying yourself."

He shuts his eyes and rests his head on his arms again, trying to give off the impression of nonchalance, but the way the sun hits his face illuminates his thick eyebrows with a golden glow that highlights the way they are pulled together in a small frown, and hanging in that beam of sunlight are the little frustrated puff of air he lets out, like a sullen little puppy who has been chastised. 

He’s right, however. Sulking won’t save Taehyun. You know what you should do and you refuse to do it. You feel it with every dig of the dagger into your skin as you move–the dagger Beomgyu let you have back, not because you asked for it but so that it would act as a constant reminder of how your words mean nothing. 

Because if they did, Beomgyu’s back would be stained with real blood instead of paint. 

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You chew on your nails as you anxiously await the results of Wonyoung’s test. Your menses has been late for over a week now, when it has always been a punctual visitor every month. So what could be the cause of such uncharacteristic delay? Well, there was only one possibility at the forefront of all your minds. 

You tried to maintain denial at first. You did not even mention anything to Beomgyu about it, hoping your fears would be proven wrong with time. But it was no use. He knew your schedule better than you did and he was on you after only a day of absence. 

Of course, he had turned to Wonyoung then, excitedly asking her if this meant that you could be pregnant, but she had prudently advised him to wait a few days to see if it was just tardy.

And so you did. Those few days were some of the longest of your life, the hours of the day  seeming to stretch on forever as you awaited your fate. But there was one thing that made it better–Beomgyu presence. In fact, during those few days he hardly ever left your side, choosing to relegate his duties to Wonyoung so you wouldn’t have to wait alone. 

It was heaven and hell, just like everything that is Beomgyu. That week cut in time just for the two of you was utterly joyful, and you cherished the chance to spend entire days and nights with the love of your life, wrapped away in each other’s presence. But the circumstances of that week never escaped your consciousness–the possibility that you could be pregnant a looming cloud over your sunny paradise. 

And now is the moment of truth. 

“What is it, Wony?” Beomgyu asks, jumping out of his seat as Wonyoung gets back into the room.

Her unreadable expression was like an icy grip on your heart, and her revelation squeezes it into a tenderized pulp. “She’s pregnant.” 

Beomgyu lets out a shout of joy and takes you into his arms, twirling you around before Wonyoung promptly stops him. “What are you doing, idiot? You’ll hurt the baby!”

He jerks to a halt, apologizing profusely and jumbling his words. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t realize–I’m just so…” He trails off and looks at you with teary eyes. “I’m so happy. We’re going to have a family!”  

You get teary-eyed too, but for a different reason, and just nod, not trusting yourself to speak. But Beomgyu still notices your gloomy mood right away. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You didn’t want to say anything. It was no use. Beomgyu will do whatever he wants anyway, but you just can’t help it. You burst out crying, “My child is going to be a bastard!” 

“Oh, darling.” Beomgyu coos, cradling your head and pressing it to his chest. “Wony, leave us alone, please.” 

You sob into his chest as you hear Wonyoung walk to the door and get out before shutting it behind her. Then Beomgyu pulls your head back to brush your tears away and gives you a big smile. “Our child will never be a bastard. I promised you that, didn’t I?” 

“But–” You’re cut off as he gets onto his knees. “Marry me, baby. Be my queen.” 

You can hardly take in enough breath to form your next words. “How? People will know we lied.” 

Beomgyu smiles knowingly and kisses the backs of your hands. “Who will? The public? I can easily sell them a made up story about us finding comfort in each other after the betrayal of our spouses, and even if they don’t buy it, what are they going to do? I feed and protect them. You think they’d choose a warlord and a foreign king over me? And the nobles–most of them know the truth and don’t care. They only care about maintaining their power and riches and that idiot jeopardizes that.”  

“You have it all figured out, don’t you?” You ask bitterly, your tears drying up. Beomgyu has everything planned out, even this. From you testifying in the trial, to securing the letters, to impregnating you. He is always two steps ahead of you. 

“Does it matter?” His hands squeeze yours tightly. "Don't you want to finally be my wife? To be recognized in front of everyone? Don’t you want your child not to be a bastard?"

Once again, Beomgyu comes out on top. It's so disheartening to see how someone like him can so easily twist the narrative in his favor and squash the side of the truth under his iron boot.

If you had stayed with Taehyun or spoken out against Beomgyu, would it have made any difference or would he have silenced you too? Would he have called you crazy? Locked you up? He certainly wouldn't have been able to marry you. Would that have been a punishment for him or for you?

It's no use speculating on what would’ve happened. You can't change your mind again, every time you do something disastrous happens. You have a child now. You have to protect them. 

I'm so sorry, Taehyun.

“Okay.” You give in, trying to hold your tears in but they burst forward in a loud sob. “I will marry you.” 

But Beomgyu doesn’t dwell on your obvious turmoil, and through your tears, his wide smile looks distorted and monstrous. “This is just the beginning, my love. Soon, we’ll have everything we ever wanted.”

He pulls out the ring that he once offered you on that fateful night at the beach and puts it on you. This time, there was no escaping–your once hero soon to be struck down. 

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Back at your chambers, Beomgyu can’t keep his hands off you. He’d gotten so excited about the news of your pregnancy that he had to retire the both of you back to your chambers so he can have his way with you. 

“Look at you, baby.” Beomgyu murmurs, prompting you to stare at yourself in the mirror that he has you positioned in front of, bare and exposed in his arms. “You’re ethereal, exquisite. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

What is this? Being toyed with? Owned? Used? 

He spreads your pussy apart with his slim fingers–the treacherous thing puffy and wet for the taking, having surrendered itself to Beomgyu long ago. 

“You’re going to be even prettier all swollen up with our baby.” 

He rubs the pads of his fingers over your clit gently, getting you as worked up as he is and making you watch your hole pathetically clench around nothing. 

“You’re so wet.” His hand slides down to scoop some of your slick on his fingers, and in doing so making you jump as his fingers brush over your hole. 

“Oh? You want my fingers, baby?" He coos, hand sliding down again so the tip of his middle finger slips in and you squeak. You’re so fucking sensitive. You feel him chuckle against your back. “Hmm, you like that, don’t you? I already got you pregnant but you’re still so needy to get filled, huh?”

He sucks in a sharp breath as he eases a finger inside you. “So tight.” He groans, stuffing another one inside, making you gasp as you grab onto his arm. You can feel his hard cock poking against your back as pumps his fingers slowly in and out of you. “Am I not fucking you enough, pretty?”

He’s really not. Yes, he fucks you way more than Taehyun ever did, but he’s still somewhat mindful of how upset you are at him and while he’s not shy about taking you, you suspect he still holds back quite a bit. 

Despite your lack of response, Beomgyu reads your reaction clearly enough. “I’m sorry, baby. We’re going to have to remedy that, won’t we?” He purrs darkly, slamming his fingers into you, the palm of his hand smacking against your clit as he repeats that actions again and again. “Just have to loosen that tight pussy up a bit.” 

“Beomgyu…” You whine, clinging onto his arm as your legs automatically try to close against the sudden onslaught. 

“No.” He growls, using his other hand to shove your legs apart. "Keep your legs spread. Want to see your needy pussy swallowing up my fingers."

You whimper, your leg muscles tensing up as your arch onto your toes and give in to his rough ministrations. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Love it when you act like such a whore for me.” You can hear his own need in his voice, and you know he won’t be able to hold back much longer. “Come on, show me how much you need it. Spread your legs wider and put your feet in the air." 

"You're such a pervert." You gasp out even as you do as he says, letting him feast his hungry eyes on your lewd display. 

“Fuck—” He can only manage a few more pumps of his fingers before he rips them away and yanks the both of you up to your feet. 

Beomgyu carries you to the bed and lays on your back at the center where you immediately spread your legs and pull them up next to your body the way you know he likes. He hurriedly takes off his clothes before climbing onto the bed with you, but then he pauses, taking a moment to loom over you with his dick in his hand as his eyes rake up and down your body. 

“Fucking perfect.” He gives his cock a couple of jerks while his other hand finds your pussy and stuffs it with his fingers once again. “Can’t believe I get to have you like this. I’ve waited so long just to have my princess warm up my bed like this every night, all spread out on her back and waiting for me to fuck her full.” 

“Then what are you waiting for?” You mewl impatiently. You hate it when he makes you wait. It exposes you for the hypocrite you are. “Just fuck me already.” 

He bites his lip, a cheeky grin etching itself onto his face. “Oh, I will, but why don’t you whine a little more for me first?” 

Like hell you will. He’s been acting like a little shit for too long now, as if he won’t cry if you close your legs and decide to leave him high and dry. 

“No. Why don’t you be a good boy instead and fuck me before I get bored and just get myself off?” You raise up on your forearms to lend more credence to your threat, and Beomgyu doesn’t care to call your bluff, not when he’s so worked up because of the pregnancy.

“No!” He yelps, and you almost get whiplash from how fast he replaces his fingers with his cock, gasping out a little whine as he slides himself into you. “You’re so mean.” 

“Me? You’re the one who is teasing your pregnant fiance when you should be keeping me fucked and happy like you promised. Or were those just empty words?” You rile him up even more, knowing it will make him lose control and it does. 

“No. I can. I can.” He insists, his hips smacking into yours. Beomgyu hates when you imply that there is something he can’t give you, partly because of his fervent need to prove himself to you and partly because he’s so afraid you’ll look for it someplace else. Your escape really fucked him up more than he already is, and so you’re quick take back your voiced doubts or he’ll go off the rails. 

“Yeah, that’s a good boy. Show me how well you can fuck me.” You clutch onto the sheets below, holding onto them as your body jostles with every vigorous thrust of his hips against your. 

God, he’s so fucked in the head but it’s hard to think about that when his cock is filling you up just right and he’s fucking you this good. And the bastard knows it too. 

“You sound so good.” He groans happily, "Come on, whine louder for me, my needy girl."

You give him what he wants. “So good, puppy. Fucking me so good.” 

“Yeah, is this what you wanted?” Even though his question might sound domineering, you can easily detect the neediness and desperation for validation he always wants from you. 

“Uh-huh.” He barely lets you affirm before his lips are on yours, tongue greedily pushing into your mouth as he kisses you frantically. It’s so good, too good, and at times like this when the heat of it all sears your brain, you can’t think about how wrong it is to allow him these moments, to give into him so easily and willingly. 

You feel his hand rest on your belly, his fingers splaying to cover as much of it as he can, and he pulls back to murmur heatedly, “Once this baby is out, I’m going to knock you up again and again. Never going to let a night pass by when you’re not filled to the brim with me.”

“Beomgyu–”

“You want it, my queen?” He whimpers, his hips stuttering but he still drives his cock into you harshly, making you struggle to keep your eyes trained on his drunken expression. “Want my cum in that tight pussy?”

“Yes. Give it to me, puppy. I need it.” You moan, pushing him to the edge. 

His hand quickly moves down to your pussy, thumb flicking your clit earnestly to help you over the edge with him, and you scream at the sudden spike in pleasure, your pussy clamping down on his cock as it spurts inside of you. 

“I love you. I love you.” He whimpers, only able to grind against you now as your pussy milks him dry, the little movement still too much on your poor pussy and your body jolts with little spikes of overstimulation each time he moves. 

With a final jerk of his hips, he’s drained. He rests his forehead against yours and presses a soft kiss to your parched lips. “We’re going to have such a big, happy family, my queen.” 

You’re so fucked out that you can do nothing but hum as he lays down next to you and takes you in his arms, the heat of his body combining with the heat in the air to keep your poor brain feverish and blissful. 

And he keeps it that way too–with his cock firmly stuffed inside of you throughout the night. You awaken every few hours by the thrusts of his hips to find yourself in different positions on the bed–once on your side with one of your legs nudged up to allow him easy access to your pussy, once plopped onto your stomach as he takes you from behind, once with your body splayed on top of him as he pushes his cock up into your pussy… every time you would whine and he would shush you, telling you to just go back to sleep and let him do all the work. 

And so you do, happy to just lie there pliantly while he brings the both of you mind-searing pleasure that chases all your pesky worries away.

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“I have something to show you, baby.” Beomgyu tells you one morning, leading you to the room adjacent to yours. 

You have no idea why he’s taking you there. As far as you know, that room wasn’t of any particular note. But you find out as soon as you step inside, choking back your emotions as you realize why exactly he was showing it to you. 

The walls of the previously nondescript room were now painted in baby blues and soft yellows–an intricate but complimenting mix of you and Beomgyu’s favorite colors–the room decorated with masterfully sculpted furniture and filled with all kinds of toys and trinkets. There was a large bed to the side for resting and even a bookcase filled to the brim with what you just know are mounds of fairytales from all over the world. But the centerpiece of the room was the small crib colored with those same soothing blues and yellows and framed by a large white drape with a statue of an angel sitting on top of it. 

It’s a nursery. He has transformed the room into a nursery for your child, and it's fucking perfect. It’s everything you couldn’t have even dared to wish for as a kid and the fact that a child of yours–you, the lowly born lady everyone regards as Beomgyu’s whore–will have this room to call their own brings tears to your eyes. 

“Do you like it, my queen?” Beomgyu asks, but the grin on his face tells you that he already knows the answer. Of course, he does. He knows you so well, that’s how he knew to make this without you even asking.

God, how can he be so demented, yet so utterly perfect?

You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a heated embrace. “It’s perfect.” 

“Our children are not going to want for anything, you know that, right?” He promises you and you nod, kissing him. And you wish he would’ve left it there, let you enjoy this beautiful moment without reminding you of the horrors he built it with. 

“But this is just the material aspect of it. We have to be there for them too. Will you be there for them?” He asks somberly, demanding that you pledge yourself to him, that you won’t choose anyone else again.

“Yes.” You answer in a small voice. 

“I want to build a good life for them, my love, keep them safe from those who would wish to harm them. Which is why I must get rid of the complications you created. You understand that, right?” 

You hold your tears back, pressing your lips into a thin line so you wouldn’t sob, and nod. “Yes.” You pull your arms off him but he holds onto them. 

He wraps your arms around him again, and kisses your taut lips. “We’re going to be so happy.”

Happy. Is that what you look like to him? Why couldn’t he have just let you enjoy this moment? Why can’t he let you live in blissful oblivion for just a few more seconds? 

But he wants you to choose, and now you have to–choose between the love of your and the child he gave you, and the man who dared to stand up to him and show you another way. 

The answer is shamefully clear to you. You wish it was harder. You wish you would’ve struggled more with it, but you didn’t. You choose Beomgyu and the baby. You can’t let your child live the same wretched life you did. You’ll do anything you can to protect them and love them and spare them from this horrible world, and if it means playing along with the delusions Beomgyu is selling you, then so be it.  

You will try to be happy, for your children. You will raise them to be kinder, gentler, and hope they grow up to be the kind of people who will despise the likes of you.  

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“How is the pregnancy going? Is the sickness too much to handle? Are you taking the herbs I’ve gave you?” Wonyoung asks you when you meet up with her for tea and a chat, referring to the bouts of vomiting you’ve been going through lately. 

“Some days it’s better, some days it’s worse.” You tell her, shrugging. “But your brother is always right next to me and he makes sure I’m drinking all the herbs and eating well.” 

She smiles in relief. “That’s good. We want this baby to be healthy and happy.” 

“We?” You ask, taken aback. “You want me to have this baby?”

When Wonyoung had told you that she wanted to talk to you alone about the baby, you had internally freaked out. You hadn’t really talked to her about it ever since she revealed the pregnancy to you and you worried about what she’d have to say. 

You’d gotten so much pushback from Kai when you married Taehyun despite his initial welcoming, and it was one of the most painful things you’ve ever gone through–to finally feel like you were accepted and wanted and protected, only to have it all ripped away from you when the actual family member is in jeopardy. 

You weren’t stupid. You knew Wonyoung's priority has to be her brother’s safety and wellbeing, and you being pregnant with his child threatens that. You know that. You expected it, and you told yourself that you can take whatever abuse she has to hurl at you, that this child was Beomgyu’s way of trapping you anyway so her opinion doesn’t matter. It’s not like you wanted it in the first place…

But then why the hell is your heart almost beating out of your chest? Why are you so scared of what she has to say? Why does Wonyoung’s acceptance or lack thereof matter so much to you? 

You know. It’s because you actually want this child. You want to be Beomgyu’s wife. You want to be accepted as part of his family, to not be treated as second class. You yearn to belong, and whether by good nature or by design, Beomgyu’s family gave you that and you’re so scared of having it ripped away from you again. That’s why his plan is so effective. He knows well just how much of a hypocrite you are. 

Stop pretending to care about them.

Wonyoung frowns. “Why, of course. Why wouldn’t I? It’s what you and Beomgyu want, isn’t it?”

“Yes but…” You trail off hesitantly. “Don’t you think it’s too risky? That people may catch on?”

Despite Beomgyu earlier reassurances, you still worry that the news of the pregnancy and the intended marriage will hurt him. That’s another proof of your hypocrisy. You can’t stand the idea of him getting hurt. 

“Oh sweetling, is that something you’ve been worrying yourself with?” She coos, taking you in her arms like her brother so frequently does and you nod shamefully. “It doesn’t matter what they think. You are having this baby and we will protect you. You’re part of our family, as is this child, and we will not let any harm come to either one of you. You’re one of us now, sweetling."

Maybe she’s telling you what you want to hear just like her brother does, but you can’t help feeling emotional. They want you. They want this baby, and they’re not going to leave you behind.   

“Wait,” You sniffle, confused. “If you didn’t call me here to tell me not to have the baby then what did you want to tell me?” 

She takes her hands off you and straightens herself up. “Okay so this is not an exact science and it’s not always correct,” She starts, looking a bit unsure of herself which is a first from the usually confident princess. “But I have done a further test on the urine sample you’ve given me and I may have an inkling of what the sex of your baby is going to be.” 

You gasp, straightening up too, and waiting for her to continue with bated breath. You don’t know if she pauses for a while or if your world just freezes around you, but eventually she speaks up. 

“It’s a baby boy.” She tells you at long last, and you gasp, but she puts her hand up to halt your reaction. “I haven’t told Beomgyu because it might not turn out to be true and I don’t want you to feel pressured about it but I thought you’d like to know.”

“I-I… Thank you, Wonnie.” You gush tearfully, overcome with emotion, and she takes you into her arms, embracing you heatedly. 

You did it. You’re going to give Beomgyu an heir. Your dreams really are coming true. 

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Unlike Beomgyu’s family, the rest of the royal court isn’t as enthusiastic about your marriage news, with some even daring to voice their opinions about how it might weaken Beomgyu’s position in the war. But Beomgyu stands strong and firm, informing them that the wedding will take place, and that if they want to try their luck joining up with Taehyun, they’re more than welcome to. That shut them up fast. Of course it helped that he could afford to splurge to buy their silence, but he was also clear that if anyone even thought about standing in his way, there would be hell to pay. 

So with the entire royal family united, and the court more or less supportive, the wedding is announced to the public, and Beomgyu makes sure to spin a pretty picture about how all this came to be for his people.

“I know this might come as a shock to some of you, and to some it may even seem like proof of what the traitors have been saying, but I ask you to hear me out before you cast your judgements.” He beseeches his people, once again playing the innocent role to perfection. "In these turbulent times, in which both me and her have gone through one of the worst pains one can imagine - being brutally betrayed by those we loved so dearly - we came to find solace in each other, and by keeping each other's heart close we found the strength to live. That's when I realized how precious it is to have had her loyal heart my whole life. First as a friend, then family, then as a victim of circumstance I so desperately had to save... and now, surprisingly, I realize she saved me as well. I now find in her a love I thought only existed in books. I find in her the only one that could truly understand my heart, that has always been by my side, that has always seen me for who I am and that I now know will be in my heart forever.” 

“I know that this announcement might seem sudden, maybe even too soon, to some of you. But it took me my whole life to realize that happiness has always been right beside me... I could not waste another day not letting her know how much she means to me. They may have been lying when they accused us of those vile betrayals, but the gods saw fit to make truth out of those lies, to bring forth love from the hate they spewed. And If we are to die at their hands, then at least we’ll die in each other’s arms.”

Beomgyu’s impassioned and romantic speech tugs on the heartstrings of those present, and they once again believe all the pretty lies he sells them. Can you blame them when he doesn’t even need to lie to you to get you to do what he wants anymore? 

Taehyun never stood a chance. People like Beomgyu will always come on top. 

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Though the response to the wedding news has been mostly positive, it wasn’t entirely so, and Beomgyu does lose some of the public’s support because of it. It even put some of the nobles who supported him before on the fence. 

But it didn’t matter to Beomgyu, he was still on top and he was sure that he would win back all the people he lost when they saw that they wouldn’t be risking anything by continuing to support him. 

Most importantly however, he gets to marry you, and that’s what he really cares about. And so the wedding commences. 

It’s an extravagant and public event–probably not the wisest decision in the middle of a war, especially following Ryujin’s death and the accusations she and Taehyun have been hurling at Beomgyu and you, but Beomgyu didn’t want you to think for even one second that you’re less than Ryujin in any way and so he had to top his previous wedding in every aspect. He wasn’t going to settle for a small, private affair. The wedding had to be grand, spectacular–a visual representation of his overflowing love for you. 

Yes, it might’ve not looked good, but it felt good for everyone involved–the nobility who got extra benefits for standing by him, the common people who received a huge feast and precious little trinkets to keep and got to see their king walk amongst them, but most importantly you who got to finally belong to the love of your life in front of the whole world. 

That’s another proof of your hypocrisy. You adore every stupid, reckless detail of it all–his elaborate display of love and devotion for you. You eat it all up. 

The wedding was sunflower themed of course, just for you. Everything from the decorations to your veil to the huge gold necklace Beomgyu wears were either real sunflowers or embroidery and jewelry made to mimic sunflowers and the sun with rays coming out of it. Even your dress, which was the most magnificent piece of art you've ever seen, was embroidered throughout with sunflowers of all sizes. It all looked so gorgeous, the flair of yellow scattered throughout casting a radiant and hopeful glow on everything it touches. 

Still, you have the decency to feel shame and guilt about how much you’re enjoying this, the unwelcome feelings transforming the beautiful carriage you’re riding in on your way to the temple into a cage where you’re trapped with your self-deprecating thoughts. They gnaw at your feet and compel you with an overwhelming, irrational urge to burst open the door and run away from it all. But you know it’s futile, for there is a much bigger prison outside made up of the countless citizens flanking the road to watch the royal carriage pass by. You see them waving at you through the window, visitors coming to witness the curious caged bird their king has acquired.  

You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe. You can’t–

Suddenly, you jolt when you feel a hand on your thigh, and you look up wide-eyed at the queen next to you. “You’re shaking, child.” She observes kindly, and you blink. 

“Oh, I suppose I am.” You stare at your legs as you will them to stop jerking. Curious. You’ve never been known to do that anymore. It must’ve been a habit that you picked up from Taehyun…

No. Don’t think about him. Don’t let yourself go down that road. You’re doing this for your child. It’s over. 

You hear a sigh coming from the queen and your eyes snap back to look at her in shame. “I’m.. I’m trying.” You don’t know why you’re explaining yourself to her but you just can’t handle being a disappointment to one more person. You need support. You need acceptance. You can’t keep fighting anymore. 

But the royals know that all too well. They’re masters at reading people and giving them what they want. “It’s okay, child. It will all be okay. We’re all here for you. We’ll be with you every step of the way.” 

Yes, just like a warden guards their prisoner, the owner must keep their prized pet safe. But the door was open once… you were free once, and you still came back. So how can you protest now when they’re cutting your flight feathers away? 

So you swallow your useless feelings and let them guide you where they want you. You let her take you by the hand as you arrive at your destination and lead you out the carriage and up the vast steps of the sacred temple. 

She stops at the landing and turns the both of you around to face the crowd gathered beneath. “Wave to your subjects, dear. They’ve come to celebrate this day with you.” 

You raise your hand shakily, and the noise from the crowd surges in response to the small action, shouts of “My queen!” “You look beautiful!” “Gods bless you!” reaching your ear but not making it to your brain. 

You can’t process their words, can’t make out their meaning. You feel as if you’re a stranger in your own body, as if you’re watching through the eyes of someone else. 

Ryujin. That’s what she saw on her wedding day. This exact scene, and look where she is now, rotting in the ground.

“Can we go inside now?” You whisper urgently to the queen and she regards you for a second, no doubt taking in your frazzled state, before she nods and turns you around, walking you towards the grand door and giving your back to the chorus of disappointed shouts of “Stay!” “Look at me, my queen!” “Why are you leaving so soon?” and “The other one was nicer.”

That last one almost knocks you to the ground. They’re not done with the spectacle yet. Funny how in all your years imagining this very moment, you never knew that you’d be nothing more than a spectacle for these people. None of them really care. They’re just here for the show. 

You feel your knees buckling and your chest tightening but the queen never lets her grip on you wane, dragging you behind her firmly. You absolutely cannot collapse right now. You’re not allowed to. 

Wonyoung greets you at the doors, and her warm smile as she extends the lovely sunflower bouquet to you helps ground you for a second. 

“You got this, sweetling.” She murmurs in your ear when she bends down to kiss you. Your only answer to her is a shaky intake of breath as you walk through the threshold. 

As soon as you do, a line of dancers on each side of you start moving to the music that begins playing, elegantly leading the way down the aisle and towards Beomgyu in the distance. You can’t see him well from all the way over here, and you lean on the queen and try to focus on the delicate moves of the dancers as you move forward, little bursts of sun glimmering in your vision from your decorated veil, the light scattering further when refracted by the tears in your eyes–tears of happiness, tears of melancholy, they all mix together until you can’t distinguish between the two. 

You start to swoon as the queen leads you up the marble stairs and to the platform Beomgyu is standing on. Traditionally, your father would be the one giving you away, but Beomgyu didn’t want to put you through that. He didn’t want you to have to face your family on the day that is supposed to be the most joyful of your life, and so he spread word that your mother was sick and your father had to stay behind to attend to her, but that they both begged you to go along with the wedding and not postpone it. That way you’d all come across as wonderful, selfless people, just the image Beomgyu liked to sell. 

Beomgyu doesn’t wait until you’re all the way up the stairs. Instead, he meets you halfway, taking you from his mother and leading you the rest of the way to the chorus of ohhs and ahhs at the eagerness of the love-struck king. 

You are so close to fainting now, and as Beomgyu starts to lift your veil, your hands almost shoot out to stop him. 

But with the dazzling yellow reflections out of your sight and Beomgyu’s radiant face coming into view, your world goes back into sharp focus. Standing in front of you isn’t a strange man who doesn’t know his own heart, let alone how to let you into it. It’s Beomgyu, the only person as sure of his love as you are, adorned in his white and golden attire and holding everything you’ve ever wanted in his being, looking at you like you hold his own world in your hands. Nothing else matters. 

There is no hesitation from either of you as you relay your vows out loud, a sense of giddiness and almost urgency coloring the fanciful promises that pale in comparison to what you’ve already proven you’d do for eachother. You don’t take your eyes off one another for even a second, and as soon as the priest announces you husband and wife, you’re swept up in a kiss that you couldn’t tell which one of you initiated. 

The following celebration is held almost entirely outside as you share your joy with the whole city–Beomgyu seemingly intent on making up for all the times he had to hide you by proudly parading you around in front of everyone. 

You have your first dance in the spacious courtyard of the grand temple. The orchestra playing is large, as was required in order to allow the music to be carried out in the open area. It also had the added bonus of involving not only the royal's musicians but some of the more talented musicians from the common folk. Such involvement of the people in the wedding preparation and ceremony allowed the public to feel personally involved and attached to it, therefore strengthening their loyalty. It also led to some of them being paid handsomely for their contribution and further cemented Beomgyu's reputation as the kind and generous king. 

It’s an incredibly emotional moment for you. You don’t want to cry yet again but you can’t help yourself–standing here in the middle of the grandiose courtyard as not just the people present, but the heavens themselves look down on the first act of your long estranged souls claiming each other again. 

It somehow felt sacrilegious, and perhaps it is. 

After all, Beomgyu committed some rather grave sins in order to make your union possible. Maybe you should be hiding. Maybe you shouldn’t be parading around like this right under the noses of the scorned gods. But it still means so much to you that he’s doing all of this for you–the devil’s revolt for the sake of love–and you honestly can’t tell if the cold surge of nerves that freezes your lungs is because of the fear that you’re partaking in this horrible sin or because of the exhilaration of finally getting what you’ve always wished for.  

You try not to think about it much, pressing closer to Beomgyu to ward off the coldness as you let him guide you, starting from the movement of your feet up to the swelling of your chest as you take in your breaths. You follow his lead–taking one breath in and then out, just like he’s doing, and that’s when you discover how feverish he is too, his breathing shallow and rapid as he peers at you, cheeks flushed and irises barely visible. You wonder if he too can’t see the faces of those around you, if whatever mangled mixture of fear and ecstasy is only letting him focus on the person in front of him and nobody and nothing else in the universe. 

“You look… ethereal.” He confirms your suspicions, speaking with the little air he manages to breathe in. “The most beautiful creature the gods have ever created. And I can’t believe I finally get to call you mine.” 

He’s saying that to you? The man so beautiful you’ve doomed your everlasting soul to hell just to stay with him? 

But you don’t say anything. There is no need. You’re here, aren’t you? That’s all that needs to be said really. So you rest your cheek against his chest and let the beat of his heart overpower your weaker rhythm. 

The position greatly hampers the dance but Beomgyu refuses to separate you from himself to execute the moves and you refuse to let go of him. You don’t care. Let the dancers entertain the crowd. You need this more than them. 

After the first dance, the cake is served, and it is huge, superfluously so. It also required a ton of workers to make–just like the orchestra and the extravagant decorations adorning the city. It was made in the shape of the palace and you’re struck by how skillfully it was made and how similar it really looks to the palace. 

You’re given the first bite, another hidden affirmation by Beomgyu that he and all his wealth now belong to you. But the cake is so big, almost everyone gets to have a taste, even including a sizable portion of the common folk gathered around. 

The rest of the celebration is held outside of the temple walls and in the heart of the city itself that bears witness to the odd mingling of the nobles and the common folk in a strange dance that is the first of its kind. Both factions treat each other like strange zoo animals, with fascination yet guardedness, and maybe that’s for the best because it prevents any major instances from happening and disrupting the celebration. 

Of course, there are a multitude of guards keeping the peace, and especially protecting you and the royal family, but this kind of interaction is still unprecedented. But that’s to be expected from “the people’s king”. 

The city is abuzz with excitement, and even as the evening descends, the moon casts a soft, soothing shade of yellow on everyone present.

Aside from the celestial decorations and delicious snacks and drinks provided by the palace, there are dozens of booths manned by various common people to sell their wares to the crowd gathered, and you see the noble and rich flock to them to indulge in the odd street food here and there or buy overpriced trinkets to remind themselves of this strange day when they’re back safe and comfortable inside their gilded mansions. It’s a win-win for everyone involved. 

Beomgyu really made the best out of this possible faux pas. He turned the awkward wedding into a festival of sorts–a day where the rich and poor, the privileged and disadvantaged can come together and celebrate beside each other the union of the kind, generous king Beomgyu and his loyal damsel in distress. 

“Would you like something to eat, my queen?” One of the servants passing out food approaches you, and you try not to act too startled by someone other than Beomgyu calling you “queen”. 

You take a look at what he’s holding to see an assortment of strange looking sweets, most of which you’ve never seen before, but it’s no surprise. You know Beomgyu has enlisted the help of cooks and bakers from all over the world, asking them to make the delicacies of their people just for you, and this must be the result. 

“Oh, I don’t know what to pick.” You hesitate, stumped in front of the wide variety in front of you. 

“Here, try this, my love.” Beomgyu offers, picking up a reddish piece of confection and bringing it to your mouth. You open up, taking a bite out of it and humming in pleasure. Not just because of the food–which tasted delightful–but because for the first time, you don’t feel the need to shy away from his public displays of affection. You’re his wife now. You’re allowed to be together like this. It might even be seen as endearing to some, as you’ve been told. 

“Hmm, is that strawberry?” You ask, and he shrugs. 

“I don’t know.” He answers, bending down and kissing you, tasting the candy on your lips. He pulls back, licking his own lips cheekily. “Yes, strawberry.” 

“What was that for?” You laugh, incredulous at the sudden kiss. 

He shrugs once more, as careless as a little boy. “You asked me what the flavor was.” 

“You have the rest of it in your hand. You could’ve tasted that.” You chastise, no edge to your voice at all. 

“Yes, but it tastes much sweeter from your lips.” He grins, popping the rest of the thing in his mouth before pulling you into another kiss. “What do you think? Is it sweeter?” 

You hum in agreement, your hands finding themselves around his neck, without any input from your brain, and pulling him into yet another kiss that is broken abruptly when you hear a familiar tune reach your ear. 

You pull away and turn to the band who just started a new song, a song that you know all too well. You snap your head back to Beomgyu who is grinning at you. “No! It’s that ridiculous song you used to sing to me all the time!” Your outraged cackle is carried into the heavens by the light air. 

“It’s not a ridiculous song.” He protests, acting wounded. “It was the clumsy confession of a lovesick little prince that you so savagely crushed every time. Do you know how much it hurt that you not only didn’t notice what I was hinting at but that you would make fun of me every time I sang it to you?” 

“Oh, you poor puppy.” You pout mockingly. “Maybe if you sang it better, I would’ve received your inelegant confession a little more kindly.” 

He gasps, scandalized. “How dare you? Maybe you just can’t remember how good I sounded.” 

Beomgyu starts belting out the sappy love song along with the music, attracting the attention of the people around you. You squeak, embarrassed at his display, and you try to hide behind your hands and step away but Beomgyu is having none of it. He is relishing how flustered he’s gotten you. It’s been so long since he has last pulled something like this or even that you’ve been in the mood to receive it. It reminded you of your younger years and Beomgyu won’t let this golden opportunity pass him by. 

He drags you in front of him and dances around with you to the song, all while shouting out the lines and cackling every few words. This dance is much more fun and lively than your first one as you finally start letting go and enjoying yourself. 

And the difference in response from the crowd is palpable as they cheer you on. You and Beomgyu dance and laugh and dance and laugh. You haven’t gotten a sip of alcohol the whole day but you feel drunk. For the first time you allow yourself to forget everything that led up to this moment. For the first time, you are just a silly, lovesick girl getting married to the man she’s loved all her life. For the first time, you let yourself buy into the revelry of everyone around you, let yourself think they really are happy for you. 

But then you see him, the crack in your perfect illusion, the stone thrown at your glass house.

Before you stands the man you met the last time you headed down to the city before beomgyu's marriage. The man Beomgyu introduced you to as Ryujin, and the man who now must see through all the lies Beomgyu has weaved.  He doesn’t say anything to you but you can see the recognition and realization in his eyes.

Your house of deceit shatters around you, driving thousands of shards into your liar’s skin, the pain ripping you out of your selfish fantasy. 

Beomgyu quickly notices the change in your demeanor, and he follows your petrified gaze to see the man that’s effortlessly terrorizing your thoughts. He bends down to whisper in your ear. “Relax, my love, he’s not going to say anything. He’s not that stupid as to risk all I’ve given him. He’ll shut up and keep taking my money and my help.” 

And that’s what it really is. No one will ever stand up to Beomgyu. They all have families to tend to, lives to live, jobs to protect–no one will ever risk that for something as trivial as the truth. Who cares if Beomgyu is lying and Taehyun is in the right? They will still stand behind Beomgyu because that’s what will bring them more profit, more stability, more gain. They’re all liars. 

And that’s when you see it. They don’t actually accept you. They’re not happy for you. They just want what you have to give. They smile at you the same way they smiled for Ryujin, and they would tear you apart the same way they did to her if it meant they had something to gain from it.

A second look at the crowd gathered around you transforms their kind smiles into duplicitous smirks, their happiness for you into greed for what they could take from you, their good wishes into poisonous intentions. 

You feel sick. You don’t want to dance anymore. You don’t even want to be here anymore. Every eye that lands on you feels like tongues of flames, every hand a potential strangler, every soul a demon waiting for your downfall.

You can’t do this anymore. You want to go back to the palace, to be safe and away from the hell Beomgyu built around you to keep you in his clutches. 

“Baby, baby, breathe.” Beomgyu cries urgently, and you realize you’re hyperventilating. 

“I want to go home.”

“But the celebration isn’t over.” He tries to dissuade you but you shake your head urgently. “Please, take me home.” 

One look at the desperation in your eyes and he’s whisking you away from everything, tucking you under his wing and hastening back to the palace. 

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Beomgyu tries to hold back. He tries to coax you into opening up and calming down, but you know he can’t help his excitement. This is the day he’s been waiting for for years.

“Baby, he will never speak a word of it to anyone.” He assures you, his lips following close behind his words, sealing the promise in. 

And you know he’s most likely right, but neither possibility makes you feel much better. On the one hand, he stays silent just like all the others and Beomgyu has his way. On the other hand, he speaks up, causing a small ruckus but ultimately no one believes him and once again Beomgyu has his way. 

That’s the way it is and always will be. 

“Let’s just focus on ourselves, okay, love?” He murmurs, slowly stripping you of your dress, his lips covering every inch the fabric leaves exposed until soon enough, he’s on his knees, kissing your stomach behind which your baby lies. “Let’s focus on our child.” 

You have to give it up to Beomgyu. He outsmarted you and everyone else at every turn, and here you are, standing there like an obedient little doll as he hikes one of your legs over his shoulder before burying his face in your cunt, moaning out loud at the taste of you. He takes his fill of you, his tongue insinuating itself between your lips as he laps up your arousal eagerly. He has you right where he wanted, and you begged him for it too–begged for his messed up love and attention, and now you have it, till death do you part. 

"You're finally mine. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.” He murmurs in awe as if he didn’t meticulously plan and scheme for this very moment, as if he hadn’t been dictating and manipulating your every move until you ended up here. 

You should be happy. Damn it, be happy, you bitch. You wanted this. You did this. You caused this war and you abandoned the one man who allowed you to be your own person. So be fucking happy, give in to the pleasure and decadence Beomgyu is offering you, give into his sweet, poisonous temptation that you allowed him to feed you and be done with it. Stop hanging on the fence. It’s not fooling anyone, not Taehyun, and certainly not Beomgyu. 

But you can’t. You can’t just let the luxurious celebration or the soothing moonlight or his soft touches and earnest eyes make you forget what he did to arrive at this moment–the pain, the lies, the betrayal… He didn’t just hurt Taehyun, or his father and brother… he hurt you too. It was on a night just like this–maybe as beautiful to Ryujin’s eyes–when he took you against your will in order to ruin you for other men. He didn’t listen to you as you begged and pleaded for him to stop. He didn’t care that he was breaking your heart. All he cared about was ensuring that you stayed by his side and he was perfectly willing to break you in order to achieve that. 

He forced himself into every aspect of your life–he forced himself on you, he forced himself into your marriage, how he's working so hard to erase any sign of the life you had without him. 

No, this isn’t perfect. This is messed up, just like the both of you. 

"My queen. You are the only thing I ever wanted and now you’re mine."

Have you ever not been his?

He gets to his feet, making you taste yourself on his tongue as he kisses you. Then he tries to nudge you towards the bed but you remain fixed to the ground where you stand, giving him pause.

“Come on, need you, baby.” He pouts, kissing you, but you won’t kiss back, which makes him grow frustrated. “Please, won’t you let me have you?” 

You can’t hold it in. You can’t lie to yourself anymore. This is not the dream you’ve always wanted, this is the ghoulish version of your wishes that the gods are taunting you with for being such a wretched sinner. 

"Now you're asking?” The illusion of the perfect night shatters on your sharp words. Your dream wasn’t for free. It was built on tears and blood, some of them your own. “You didn't ask when you forced yourself on me."

"Baby…" He's shocked by you bringing it up again on your wedding night. Did he expect it to just be brushed aside and not mentioned again? He probably did. He never really owned up to it, just blamed it on you, made excuses for why he did it, tried to make you forget it even happened. 

He must’ve counted on you being dazzled by the glamor of it all, on you being swept off your feet by his extravagant show of courtship that you’d forget about all his atrocities even if for one night. But you suppose even someone as smart as him can fall prey to wishful thinking.  

"What? You’re uncomfortable hearing what you did to me?" You mock cruelly and he winces. "I'm sorry." 

That makes you lose it and you slap him, unable to hold yourself back when faced with yet another lie spilling from his mouth. He holds his hand to his face in shock but doesn’t retaliate. 

"You're not sorry. You got what you wanted.” You sneer, anger bubbling up in your stomach and leaving a sour taste at the back of your throat. “But I want to hear you say it anyway. Show me how pretty you can lie.”

“Baby–” You slap him again, as hard as you can, and this time there are tears in his eyes as he looks back at you. “I’m sorry.” 

“On your knees.” You order him, and he obeys, slumping to his knees so hard the sound makes you cringe. But you refrain from showing him any mercy, drawing your hand back to slap him again, on both cheeks this time. 

He takes them in stride, quickly turning his face back to you following each one, apologies spilling from his tongue to attempt to assuage your wrath. 

But it’s not enough for you. “Say it more. Cry for me." You growl, hitting him again and again. 

"I'm so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry."

You don’t know why you insist on hearing it when each time he says it, it fills you with more rage. Maybe it’s because you’re hoping to hear a genuine apology from him–hoping that one of his pathetic emulations of sorrow would sound close enough to the real thing to allow you to trick yourself into believing it. 

But your striking hand turns red and sore long before that fabled utterance leaves his mouth, and before his reddened cheeks and teary eyes beg you for a break.  

“Get up.” You scoff, dragging him up by his hair and throwing him on the bed, and he lets you throw his weight around without a fight. “Take your clothes off and lie down. Hands above your head.” 

You turn your back to him to go grab something that could be fashioned into restraints of some sort. You don’t have the luxury of having spare ropes lying around and maids paid and willing to restrain him the way he did to you, but you’ll make it work. 

You settle on a thin, long piece of cloth that you take with you back to the bed, only to find him still dressed. “What did I say?” 

Beomgyu flinches and starts taking his clothes off, mumbling, “Wanted you to look at me.” 

You scoff, glaring at him as he strips, but that’s good enough for Beomgyu. At least you’re paying attention to him. When he’s done, he lies down on the bed and you climb over him, tying his limp hands to the head of the bed and making sure he can’t get out of them. You are no expert in such things, and you may have put them on a little too tightly, but you don’t care. He deserves all the pain. 

“What are you going to do, my love?” He finally wagers to ask once you’re done. 

“What? Are you scared of what I am going to do to you?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “I know that whatever you do to me, I would’ve deserved it. But I also know that you love me and can’t be without me. So whatever you have in mind, do it. Take your revenge on me, hurt me, make me suffer, do whatever it takes to come back to me.” 

His words infuriate you more. How is it a punishment if he wants it? He can’t even give you that, can he? This is another means to an end for him, a way for him to get what he wants again. “You really don’t care, huh? As long as you get what you want, you’re willing to hurt yourself, hurt me, hurt anyone.” Your voice drips with spite. 

“It’s for the best.” He maintains and you rage, putting your hand over his mouth and nose, suffocating the words inside. “Shut. Up. Shut the fuck up.”

You keep your hand there for a while, smothering him, and yet he lies still, the only movements coming from him are the small jerks of his muscles as they try to jump into action to push you off before he prematurely aborts the action. He becomes so starved for air that the moment you release your hand, the breaths race to enter his body as he heaves them in, and yet you don’t hear a peep of protest from him. 

Whatever. You’ll find a way to make him hurt. You’ll find a way to have him begging for you to stop. If you’re going to let him win then you should at least make him suffer. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel as guilty for giving in.

“You want me, right? Did all of this just to get me?” You ask cryptically and he regards you warily as you climb up his body and position yourself over his face. “Then take your fill of me, baby.” 

You sit down on his face, smothering him before he gets the chance to regain his breath. You don’t know if Beomgyu doesn’t notice your intention or if he simply doesn’t care, because as soon as your pussy is on his mouth, he gets to work, kissing and licking at it as if he’s been waiting for you to do just that. 

Damn him to the seventh hell. 

You make sure to hold your sounds in as he all but devours you, his tongue sweeping along your slit, hungrily lapping up your juices that he so easily commands. Does holding back even make a difference when your body is always so honest with him? 

Yes, because Beomgyu is greedy. It’s not enough for him to have physical evidence of your desire and damning need for him, he also craves the spoken confessions, whether reluctant or enthusiastic he doesn’t care. He just wants you to say it. 

So you bite down on your lip until you taste blood, uncaring about how harshly you’re gripping his hair or how roughly you’re grinding yourself on his face. And Beomgyu takes it, eagerly mouthing at your pussy as his teary eyes peer up at you, pleading with you to say something. 

You hold in all the moans that struggle to get out when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, all the sighs that are trapped in your throat when he pushes his tongue inside you, all the “good boy”s that ache to burst out of you when he sticks his tongue out and lets you ride it. 

You only speak when the air in his lungs reaches a critical low and he finally starts choking under you. But you still don’t immediately get off him. 

"What's wrong? Want to breathe?" You taunt, and he whines into your pussy, arching his back and prompting you to glance backwards, your eyes landing on his leaking cock that is dripping onto his tummy. "You like this, you fucking pervert? Like choking on my pussy?"

He moans again, his body jerking under you from the lack of oxygen, and you finally rise up, letting him heave in some much needed breaths. Then the idiot uses that precious air to whine, “Tell me I’m making you feel good.” 

“What does it matter what I’m feeling when it has always been about you.” You hiss, reaching back and taking his cock in your hand, jerking it off slowly. “As long as you get your cock wet, nothing else matters.”

He shakes his head harshly. “No, that’s not true. You don’t even have to touch me. Just let me make you feel good.” He whines, sticking his tongue out for you to sit on again, perfectly fine with you suffocating him if it meant he’d continue to taste you. 

But you don’t. He’s not getting what he wants. Instead you grab his tongue between your thumb and index finger and pull on it. 

“Bastard.” You sneer, spitting in his mouth, but once again, that only makes him moan. 

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” You mutter, letting his tongue go and he pulls it back in his mouth and swallows, smiling. “I know. I wear it like a badge of honor. I never would have gotten you if I wasn’t a little crazy.” 

“Are you proud of what you’ve done?” You question in disbelief.

“Hurting you? No. Everything else, yes.” 

“As if you could separate the two. It all hurt me.” You shake your head. “You’re a monster.” 

“And yet you want me. You love me. What does that make you?” 

“Yes, I am a monster too.” You finally admit, and he smiles, smug. “Should I show you how much of a monster I can be? Perhaps I should celebrate this night how you celebrated your first wedding and get someone to take you against your will, make you feel what it’s like.” 

"I know what it's like." He grits. 

"Oh, please. You dare compare what she did to you to what you did to me?"

“It’s the same, you just won’t admit it. You’re only angry she took what’s yours. You don’t care about how I feel or how much it hurt me. You’re even blaming me for it.”  He growls, smirking bitterly when you don’t deny it. “It doesn’t matter anyway. You would never let anyone else touch me.”

“You’re right. You’re only mine. I can’t let anyone else have you.” You tell him absentmindedly, an idea popping into your brain, and you ignore how his smile gets wide, getting off him. 

“Where are you going?” He asks worriedly. The crazy bastard would rather get slapped and smothered than lose your attention. Well, you’ll give him all your fucking attention. 

You return to the bed, brandishing a new item as you straddle his legs. He frowns at the sight of the dagger you’re now holding, the metal of it gleaming in the candlelight. 

“What are you going to do with that?” He questions you, and you chuckle, trailing the sharp tip from his belly button all the way up to his neck. “Are you scared now?” 

“No.” He answers steadily, craning his head back to expose more of his neck for you. "Come on, kill me and save your precious murderer." He taunts carelessly, "You can't do it. You can't live without me."

“Oh, puppy, I know. And I know you know. You know me so well, as I know you.” You drawl, moving the knife slowly back down towards you. “And I know the one thing you’re scared of… losing me.” 

At that, you raise the dagger up and put it to your own neck, and just like that, his expression dramatically changes. 

“What are you doing? Careful.” He scolds, all confidence fleeing from his body. 

You cock your head at him curiously. “What? Scared I’ll hurt myself?” You taunt, moving the dagger downwards and pressing it against your chest.. 

“This isn’t funny.” Beomgyu tenses. 

“Oh, but I disagree.” You laugh, wincing a bit as you drag the knife over the skin above your left breast. 

“Stop it!” He screams, attempting to get out of his binds for the first time. His eyes follow the trail of blood slowly seeping out of the superficial wound. 

“But it just got interesting.” You mock, making another cut and causing Beomgyu to scream. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, just stop it.” 

“What can you do?” You bark, “Go back in time and not rape me? Stop yourself from interfering in my marriage? Not start a fucking war to get me back?”

He clamps his mouth shut and you mutter dejectedly. “No. Of course not.”

You grab his cock again, stroking it. You pay close attention to his reactions as he tries to stay focused, tries not to let his brain fog up at the pleasure, but your touches are deliberate and purposeful, touching him just the way you know he likes, and before long you hear his little frustrated puffs of restrained pleasure. 

“Does that feel good, puppy?” You purr, gliding your pussy over the base of his cock while you cradle the head of his cock in your palm, your thumb swiping at the sensitive spot just under the tip. 

“Yes.” He huffs, still valiantly trying to stay alert but you can see the haziness taking over his eyes as he peers through his long lashes at where you’re touching. “You know just how to touch me to have me wrapped around your fingers. Please, just fuck me and forget about all this madness.” 

“Easy for you to say when you’ve gotten everything you ever wanted.” You circle your hand around the head of his cock and move it in a twisting motion that has his jaw slackening and whatever comeback he had die on his tongue. 

“Do you want my pussy?” You ask curiously as if you don’t know, rising up on your knees and lining his cock with your entrance before sinking down the slightest bit, letting the flushed head breach your hole before quickly taking it out. 

“Oh, please!” He mewls, his hips pushing up to chase your warmth. 

“Stay down.” You suddenly growl, all fake sweetness gone from your voice as you point the dagger back at yourself and Beomgyu immediately stills, whimpering, “Okay, okay, just put that down.” 

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do. You’re not in control here.” You spit at him, wishing that by saying it you could grow to believe it. For his part, Beomgyu nods obediently, keeping his mouth shut. 

You sink down on his tip once again, letting him enjoy the warmth for a few seconds before pulling off him. You repeat the same thing over and over again, for no reason other than to see him pant and whimper and struggle to stay still. 

“Does it hurt, puppy? Look how red your cock is. You must be dying to bury it inside my. tight. wet. pussy.” You tease him, punctuating every word by giving him a short taste of your pussy. 

“Yes, hurts so bad. Need you so much.” He sniffles. 

“Yeah.” You coo, sickeningly sweet to distract him from the coming attack, “Tell me, did it feel good when you forced me to take your cock on your wedding night?” 

Immediately, his defenses go up. “I had to–” 

You press the dagger to his abdomen and make a long shallow slice that has him sucking in a sharp intake of air as the trail of the dagger blooms red. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You came. That must mean you liked it. Or was that something that you had to do too?” 

Beomgyu chews on his lip anxiously, afraid to say anything that would push you off the edge right now when even his excuses can give rise to such an outraged response from you. 

“No, you just wanted to claim me. You couldn’t handle another man taking me when you’ve worked so hard on me.” 

He tries to reach out to you but the restraints keep him in place so he settles on whimpering, “I just loved you too much to let you go.” 

“Well, here I am.” You grab his cock, lining your pussy up with it before sinking down on it, sighing, “There you go, just what you wanted. Are you happy now?” 

“No. Want you to be happy first.” 

“Stop lying.” You hiss, making a deeper cut over where his heart lies. “This has only ever been about you.” 

Beomgyu he shakes his head in denial still, letting you marr his skin the same way he marred your soul. 

“No? So if I told you that I would be happier dead, you’d let me go?” You ask threateningly, pointing the dagger at your belly. “If I told you I don’t want this child, would you let me carve it out?” 

“You wouldn’t.” He croaks, tears filling up his widened eyes. 

“Are you sure about that?” You bottle up every icy tendril of fear trying to grip your heart as you dig the tip of the dagger into your skin. Beomgyu completely loses it, starting to yank harshly on his binds so hard it rattles the bed and almost throws you off. 

“Good job, Beomgyu. You almost made me stab myself.” You lie but he immediately ceases his struggle. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." 

"Stop saying that! You're not sorry." You shout at him, and he wails as you cut yourself again.

“Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt yourself. Don’t leave me. Please, stop this.” He cries inconsolably, large teardrops splashing down his red cheeks. “If you don’t want the child then we can get rid of it. Just don’t leave me.” 

That stops you in your tracks. “You would give up our child?” You ask incredulously and he nods. “I would do anything for us to stay together.” 

His words unsettle you deeply. So even the child you’ve both been dreaming of can be sacrificed in his relentless pursuit of you? What will he not do in order to keep you? Is anything sacred to this monster you love? 

Beomgyu grows uneasy at your silence and he calls out to you in a weak voice. “Princess…My queen, please say something.”

“There is no redemption for you, is there?” You ask, and he presses his lips together stubbornly. “I don’t want redemption. I just want you.” 

And there it is, proof that there is no redemption for you either–the tightening of your chest at his heretical proclamation of his love for you.  

“You’ve ruined me. I should hate you. I should kill you… but you’re in my blood like poison.” You mutter bitterly, clenching your pussy around him in a way that has him bucking his hips up into you. You suck in a sharp breath at the spike in pleasure as his length fills you up to the brim. 

”But none of that matters to you, does it? As long as you get to fuck me, to own me.” If it’s hypocritical for you to say that while bouncing on his cock then the irony is not lost on you, but who do you have to impress anyway? Beomgyu knows you too well for that. “You only think with this cock.” 

He shakes his head but his hips have a mind of their own and they continue to thrust up into you so you discard the dagger and press your hands against them to keep them in place. “No. Down boy. You will lie back and take what I give you. Just like you did to me.” 

He whimpers pathetically but obeys. Only when you’re sure he’s not going to move do you start moving over his cock again, bringing forth more pathetic cries from him. 

“There you go, cry louder for me, my monster.” You sneer, your nails digging into his flesh as you ride him ruthlessly. 

“Yes, anything you want.” He babbles, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. 

“This must be heaven for you, marrying me, knocking me up… it’s everything your twisted mind wanted.” 

He nods shamelessly. “Waited so long.” 

“How does it feel then?”

“So sweet. So–ahh–so good.” 

“You want to cum, don’t you?” You narrow your eyes at him and he nods eagerly. “Already? God, you’re pathetic.” You degrade him but Beomgyu doesn’t care, eating it all up. “Only for you.”

“I know.” You say dismissively, as if you don’t crave that validation just as much as he craves your attention. “Cum then. Spend your seed inside me.”

“Yes, my queen.” He answers with the devotion of a priest offering up a sacrifice to their god. You feel his warm seed filling you up and you slide your hips against him deliberately, milking his cock. “That’s it. Does that feel good?” 

He nods. “Y-yeah… so good. Want to make you f–fuck–feel good too.” 

“Aw, how sweet. Why don’t you then?” You coo, picking up your pace over his spent cock once more. 

Beomgyu’s look of shock only lasts a second before realization sets in. But he bites his lip, holding in his cries of overstimulation. 

“What? You’re not going to beg me to stop?” You ask mockingly and Beomgyu shakes his head. “No. You can use me however you want. I’m yours to break.” 

Your lip curls up in a sneer. Once again, he won’t give you the satisfaction of having hurt him. You’re almost tempted to grab the dagger you had discarded just to make him freak out again. 

But you’re painfully close and edging yourself while letting him cum doesn’t exactly sound like a punishment for him. So you trade your energetic bouncing on his cock for more deliberate swivels of your hips that allow you to snake your hand between your legs to rub at your clit. 

Beomgyu eyes immediately follow your action. “Untie me. I want to do that for you.” 

“Oh, you want to? So I should let you, because Beomgyu always gets whatever the fuck he wants, huh? No one else matters.” 

Beomgyu shakes his head harshly, crying pitifully, frustrated that you’re twisting his words. “No. That’s not it. Just want to make you feel good.” 

But you won't give him a break, even if he's all pussydrunk. “Want. Again, it’s all about what you want.” 

“No, no, no…” He wails, shaking his head in denial, his mind too fogged up to argue with you.

“Don’t lie, Beomgyu. You said you wanted to fill me up every night, right? So do it. Cum in me until you ruin me for everyone else, just like I know you want.” You goad him. “Claim me just like the animal you are.” 

“Yes, my queen. Anything you want. I love you so much.” He sobs as he cums a second time, not trying to deny your filthy allegations anymore. As his hips buck up, frenzied by the second orgasm, he pushes you over the edge too, the both of you shuddering in ecstasy, joined together like you are meant to. 

Orgasming together with Beomgyu always feels almost spiritual, the way the barrier between your two beings blur and for a few seconds you become one. In those few seconds of utter bliss, you feel like you might just tumble into his body and never come out again. 

It’s an intense feeling and it leaves you exhausted, the both of you, but that doesn’t mean that you’re going to give him a break. Powering through the discomfort, you keep riding him, not giving him a moment’s reprieve, and Beomgyu’s body twists and squirms under your merciless ministration. 

“No more. Please stop.” 

“What? Don’t you want me anymore? You did such disgusting, sick things for this pussy, didn’t you? Acted like a rabid dog and tore down anyone who stood between you and me but now you want to stop? No, you're going to lie there and fucking take it.” 

“Please, p-please, aghhh—no more.” Beomgyu cries, his body contorting under you but you hold him in place, your hands bruising his slender body. 

You laugh at his struggle. “Come one, Beomgyu, you don’t expect me to stop just because you’re begging me to now, don’t you? That’s not what you taught me. So come on, be a good mutt and take it.”

Your pace is brutal, the fury coursing through your body searing off your nerves until you can’t feel the overstimulation and the pain anymore, the only thing on your mind is to make him hurt for what he did to you. 

And he does, cumming and crying, crying and cumming. You don’t really know how many times he orgasmed because after a couple of times, his drained balls didn’t have any more seed to give you. But his tears never stopped, overtaking his useless pleas until nothing but garbled cries left his swollen lips. 

“Nghhh–ahhh, pl…ease…” You hear Beomgyu croak when you finally slow down, and you look at his face to see it drenched with tears and drool–his lips bitten raw, his pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and his whole expression fucked out. “C-can’t…” 

He manages to articulate what you can plainly see. He can’t handle any more. His body trembles beneath you, and his limbs fall uselessly against the bed. He has no fight left in him. 

You grab the dagger again and point it at him. He doesn’t react, no more wise words, no more challenges, he just stares at you and waits, entirely drained. So then you direct it at yourself and he musters up energy from thin air to beg, “Don’t… leave…me.”

Beomgyu is not afraid of death. He’s afraid of being without you. You know what that feels like all too well. Isn’t that why you haven’t killed him yet? 

You use the knife to cut off his restraints, and as soon as he’s free, he reaches out to you, weakly, powerlessly, but you let him take you into his arms, embracing you like the devil welcoming a sinner to hell. 

There are dark circles under his eyes and the both of you are covered in blood but his smile is serene as he looks at you. “We finally belong to each other.” 

“I have always belonged to you, Beomgyu.” You reply defeatedly, finally giving up. 

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A/N: next chapter is the final chapter so be sure to let me know your predictions/wishes for the end! i love to read your theories and hear your thoughts ❤️

also here's a poll. it won't affect the ending at all, i'm just curious lol

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fading beat

yandere vampire choi beomgyu

[inspired by bite me - enyphen] & the vampire diaries

word count:808

"I'm telling you Bonnie, I'm being haunted."

"You know there's no such thing as ghosts. You've said it yourself just a week ago. Why the sudden change?" She laughed knowing you sounded crazy and a little bit hypocritical.

"I-"

"Don't tell me you've actually been seeing something."

You closed your mouth embarrassed to actually say it out loud for once. How could you? You were being haunted... or maybe just paranoid. But it still didn't change the fact that every time you slept the same man appeared out of nowhere. You've never seen him before so why now? Why does he now just show up causing your heart to race?

"Look I'm going to be late to class. I'll see you later." Bonnie left with no other words leaving you to contemplate even telling her in the first place.

You know you sounded crazy but it's the truth. Every dream he was there. Soundless, distant, threatening. And every time it was the same thing. You'd wake up looking around your room in confusion and there he was. He was always standing by your opened window staring at you with no expression.

It scared you. He scared you. And now you saw him all the time. In the car, in the reflection behind you etched with a smile. You've had enough and you were about ready to explode.

Exasperated you turned around heading to your next until you saw him... In the distance hidden by the crowd of people there he stood beckoning you to follow him. Your eyes widened as you witnessed this thing motioning for you to follow him. Of course, you rushed past pushing and shoving without care.

You continued in his path as you saw him push open the back exit.

Your moms going to kill you.

You left the school and saw a glimpse of him looking back at you smiling before walking past trees and heading deeper into the forest. Dropping your stupid bags you ran after him trying to catch him before he decided to disappear but it was too late. You ran deeper into the forest looking left and right without him in sight anymore. Panicked you continued searching not caring about school anymore.

But he wasn't here. He just vanished without a trace. Discouraged and a little lost you leaned against a tree wondering what the hell was happening. First your dreams and now this. What was going on?

"You seem a little lost."

Immediately you looked to see him just standing there calm and collected with a grin.

"Who are you?"

"I think you know who I am, Y/n."

He took a step closer but you rushed past the tree putting as much distance as you could between you and him.

"Who are you and why do you know who I am?"

"Well, I'm not a ghost if that's what you're thinking." He smiled his eyes showing hidden knowledge you didn't know.

"Why-"

"Your dreams must be so interesting for you to willingly come with me."

"Answer my goddamn question."

The man just laughed before moving behind a tree vanishing instantly. You looked around before feeling his breath across your neck.

"You know I can hear your heart beating. Do I make you that nervous?" He laughed as you scrambled away from him as he took pride in your fear.

"What are you?"

"I"ll show you." He whispered as he vanished again appearing not even a second later behind you holding your arms by your side.

"Don't scream too loud," The mystery man smugly stated before piercing the side of your delicate neck with his spiked fangs. You tried to scream but you could only gasp in horror as you felt every ounce of blood being sucked out of you. You could only let out pitiful sounds as your hands sadly tried to pry his jaw off your neck.

Eventually, he let off allowing your weak drained body to fall to the ground. You tried to hold onto your consciousness but the world was spinning so fast that your head couldn't keep up. Everything was moving too fast for you to comprehend.

The man watched as you struggled to stay awake proud of his work. He made his way slowly into your view crouching so you had the pleasure to see his satisfied smile.

"You tasted delicious," He whispered as he listened to your labored breathing.

"We'll have to do this again sometime Y/n." And as he vanished away from your sight you thought you could still feel his presence like a parasite living off your misery. But you knew deep down through your slowly fading consciousness that he was telling the truth for that very moment you'll see him again. Whether in your dreams or a trap made for you, the predator always catches its prey.

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[prettyheung]

yan! txt | you reject them

⇾ genre/warnings : yandere!au, reader is manipulated, reader is threatened, violence?

—soobin

Soobin’s mouth dropped slightly at your rejection, shifting his weight from one leg to another. He didn’t even want to bother hiding the disappointment and hurt on his face, it was better if you knew how much he liked you.

“Was it something I did?” He finally spoke, meeting your eyes, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Was it my friends, or the way I dress, or…?” He trailed off, looking to you for an explanation. There was another question that lingered at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t possibly say it out loud.

Wasn’t your ideal type me?

“It’s not that. I’m just not interested in you like that, you know.” You looked awkward standing in the middle of the empty room, so out of place.

Soobin felt out of place too, like his body wasn’t his. He stared at his hands, his long legs, his feet. It didn’t feel like his.

His mouth was moving on its own too. It didn’t feel like his.

“What else should I change?” He could hear himself say. “If you don’t like my friends, I’ll stop hanging out with them. If it’s the way I dress, I’ll change it too!”

He dropped to his knees, eager eyes meeting your concerned gaze as he crawled towards you. You tried to back away but he gripped your calves before you could. “If it was something I did, then please forgive me.” His voice was glazed with desperation and frenzy.

“Soobin, I see you as a friend. I’m sorry.”

None of his body felt like his. They all have a mind of their own.

“Wasn’t I your ideal type?” He choked out. “I changed everything for you! Why am I still not the one you want?”

“I’m sorry!”

“What else do I have to change? Tell me,”  He pleaded, pulling onto your legs as you tried to  shake him off without kicking him in the face.

And you left just like that, Soobin clutching at the wind as he tried to figure it out.

What else should he change?

—yeonjun

He laughed. Loud cackles, echoed in the empty space as he stared at you incredulously. There was no humour, dry and borderline mocking as he stepped closer to you.

“No? What makes you think you can say no to me?” He cocked his head to the side, a glint of curiosity disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

You backed away.

“Huh? No?” The toes of his sneakers scuffed the ground as he kicked them in frustration. “Seriously, who do you think you are?”

Was he mad? Maybe. Yeonjun wouldn’t say he got a lot of ‘no’s in his entire life. It was always yes, sure, of course. But was he really angry? Not exactly. He would say he felt slightly ruffled, slightly irritated. Like you could see the artwork on display, but it’s not yours. You can’t touch it, you can’t bring it home. Your hands would curl, and you would think of possessing it, but no matter what, it still couldn’t become yours. You never can own it.

It was things like that, things that he couldn’t get his hands on that makes his blood pulse madly under his skin. Like bugs that wouldn’t stop crawling over his body, desire was that itch he can’t pinpoint.

He got close enough to smell adrenaline on your skin, acrid like sweat and heavy like blood.

“You’re scared?” Yeonjun couldn’t help giggling. It was hilarious, how you acted all high and mighty when you rejected him, but now you were trembling with your hair sticking to your forehead.

“Shouldn’t have said no then,” He spat. His fingers twisted tightly around your locks, dragging you forward. You shrieked, grabbing his wrist in a silent plea for him to have mercy on your burning scalp.

Yeonjun tugged your head upwards, bringing your face close to him. “Still saying no?”

—beomgyu

“But I don’t understand,” He huffed.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t trying to comprehend your perspective. He just cannot. No idea why at all.

A guy like him has got it all, from looks to personality. Beomgyu was certain he is the living reincarnation of a man written by a woman. Everything that encompasses his being was simply the very thing every woman looks for.

He was so sure. Beomgyu was so sure you were going to say yes.

Now, you were rejecting him?

He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t think he wants to. There can’t be any logical reasoning behind your answer.

“Are you not going to say yes?” His voice was unsteady when he gripped your upper arm, shaking you a little like if he waved you about hard enough, he might be able to disperse whatever haze that settled on your mind. Whatever it was that made you reject him. You were simply not in your right mind, right?

“Give me a reason then. I don’t think you can,” He urged, the grasp turning tighter. “You’re not thinking right.”

“Beomgyu—,”

“Tell me why!” He hissed, voice dripping with venom. “Why? Am I not good enough?”

You were wide-eyed, fear dripping from every minuscule twitch of your features. He caught it, a small smirk working its way across his face.

“There’s no reason, is there?” He relaxed his hold on you. “If you can’t tell me why you don’t like me, then that just means you like me. It’s either this or that.”

“That’s not—,”

“It’s simple, really. You either like me or you don’t,” Beomgyu cut you off, sighing like you were a five-year-old needing an uncomplicated worded explanation. “And since you can’t give me a simple explanation as to why you rejected me, it’s just not valid. That means you like me.”

He patted your head when you didn’t respond. “Since you like me, this also means we are dating.”

—taehyun

Taehyun wouldn’t say he is a sore loser. No, everything is a learning experience, the outcome does not matter so long as you do gain from it. Losses are to be accepted graciously, wins are not to be bragged about. All he was involved in had provided him with great opportunities to further build himself as a person.

At least that was who he thought he was. Maybe he really isn’t a sore loser, perhaps it was just you who messed his entire life up and made him question all he knew about himself. Questioning his sanity, his morale, his confidence right now as he confessed to you.

“I’m sorry.” You kept apologising. He didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say when the only person you’ve ever liked, loved if you may, said no to you? 

And was he supposed to comfort you when he was the one who got rejected? You were shifting uncomfortably, red with unease. Biting your lip, making it seem like he was the bad guy here.  The more you do that, the more people stared.

It was obvious that he got declined, Taehyun could feel the tips of his ears burning with shame as he stuffed the flower bouquet into his bag.

Scratch that, he is a sore loser. He didn’t want to lose this. Didn’t want to lose you. Mostly, he also didn’t want to lose face.

Taehyun nodded grimly, offering you low mumbles of ‘it’s fine, you don’t have to apologise’, tugging your sleeve to hurry you both off the curious glances.

A sore loser like him can’t take defeat, right? He’d just have to try harder. Different strategies, different ways. Trial and error, everything he did would just give him more insight on how to make you his own. You’ll fold in time, you’ll understand his need to win you over.

If you don’t, he’ll just win by force then.

—huening kai

Telltale signs of tears were the red of his eyeballs, the fluttering of his dainty lashes as he clenched his fist in response to your reply. He can’t allow you to see the protruding veins on his arms from how hard his nails were digging anxious crescents into his palms, so they went into the pockets instead.

No, Kai was only going to let you see what he wanted you to. So he sniffed, soft brown eyes staring into the distance as he watched you racked your mind to let him down gently. From your expression, from the awkward silence after he told you how he feels, it was obvious you do not return them.

“Kai,” You exhaled, nibbling on your lower lip as your troubled eyes scanned his face. His eyebrows furrowed, plump lips turned downwards as he blinked back the disappointment threatening to spill from his eyes.

“I know,” He cleared his throat, “I understand. But I like you so much,” 

He trembled, nails picking off the extra strands of fabric from his ripped jeans. “I like you so, so much.”

A stray tear escaped, the single droplet sitting on his cheek, like an embellishment that screamed for your attention. Kai glanced carefully at you, how your expression twisted from stressed to distraught. He shot you a beseeching stare, silently pleading for you to change your mind.

“Look,” You sighed, placing a cautious hand on his arm. “Maybe we can try…try and see where this leads to?” Voice dripping with forced amiability, you looked on as his face brightened up in a blink as you had just imagined him being oh, so sad.

He held on to your pinky, a large grin replacing all sorrow lacing his features, thanking you meekly as he led you down the street.

Kai knew waterworks were effective. Who could resist a pretty boy’s tears?

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[hyewka]

YANDERE!BEOMGYU who isn't one at first--someone who, as far as anyone knew, was normal. in fact, he's sociable, charismatic, befriended almost everyone thrown his way, and is on good terms with all of his exes. yandere!beomgyu who's so nice, so charitable, so aware of his surroundings that most people who find themselves disliking him can't continue, falling into his natural charisma.

so his surprise when he met you, so closed off...continuing to be this way even after his various attempts of trying to talk to you. after a while, he deemed it to be useless. not everyone was going to like him, he was okay with that. he was sure you were uncomfortable too with him being so pushy, so, he backed off.

temporarily.

after hearing about your meltdown from his friends, rumors about you being insane and unstable--it drew beomgyu in, for some reason.

at first, it was because he was curious. hanging around you every lunch break, getting you strawberry milk--even when people would wound up whispering about him too. why was he hanging out with you? you were practically an outcast at work, the crazy person who somehow didn't get fired. and he was...beomgyu.

but he didn't care. even when most of his lunches with you would be completely silent, no words exchanged as he ate his lunch along with you. then you'd get up to leave after finishing your meal, he'd quickly eat--sometimes choking in the process, to follow behind like a puppy.

yandere!beomgyu who ends up becoming your friend, even when you deemed his sweetness and pure warmth to be annoying, you couldn't help it. you enjoyed it when he'd eat lunch with you--at some point, the silence being first broken by beomgyu, who was just so curious.

the rumors about you being unstable weren't far off, you were in your right mind but you sometimes felt detached from your own self. past experiences so traumatizing making you breakdown at the trigger of them. you wanted to believe you were better, especially after getting the pass to get a job, reintegrating to society again.

you were socially illiterate, unable to talk to people outside of necessities. after all, you've learned to think that it was useless to engage anyway.

beomgyu, who was now your best friend, your only best friend, never seemed fazed by the occasional breakdowns that you'd have-- he never got mad when you'd go off the grid, needing time to be by yourself.

after a while, beomgyu was by you almost every hour of the day. people would ask you where he was if he didn't come to work, and people would ask him where you were when you didn't come.

beomgyu who is now so familiar with your irregular patterns, that he knows exactly how to calm you down, how to soothe you with his hand against your back. who knows how to count down to five, getting your breathing controlled.

beomgyu who first felt curiosity, then pity, then the need to protect you, the need to be your guardian angel. beomgyu who finds comfort in holding you close to his chest, on your bed, as you sob--incoherent rambles of a hallucination.

gradually, you'd get better, the breakdowns becoming so rare your therapist had asked you what you've done different, genuinely astonished at your progress. at the news of this, beomgyu celebrates with you, pulling you into a hug about how proud of you he is.

but inside, he's confused. so torn because of a wish so horrible and disgusting--what would happen to your relationship now? would he get to hold you as often as he did before? but those thoughts are quickly pushed down, as he flashes a smile he knows you love so much. pretending that everything was okay.

yandere!beomgyu who notices that you start getting distant. not in a off-grid way, but in a you getting closer to people around work, opting to go out for work dinners instead of going home with him now.

yandere!beomgyu who has never felt so much blinding rage until he sees his friend and coworker, yeonjun, talking with you, making you laugh. yandere!beomgyu who can't stand seeing you expand your friend circle.

until now, hes been quietly observing because at least he can still hold you against him as you lay on your bed. his feelings growing stronger, the nights he spends by your side--even if you insist that you don't need him anymore, that you don't get those haunting hallucinations, and that he should go home and rest--so intimate.

when else can he grind against your ass, his bulge rubbing between your leg, as he whines lowly, getting off at the way you stir--probably dismissing the feeling as another hallucination.

every night, he wishes that instead of cumming in his pants, he could cum inside you--his idea of intimate skinship--of making you stay with him forever instead of running off to the likes of yeonjun.

yandere!beomgyu who gets told that he can't come over anymore, and not because you're worried about burdening him but because you have a boyfriend--who doesn't appreciate a grown man sleeping with his girlfriend every night.

beomgyu didn't know about this, about you getting so close to another guy that you started a relationship. what else were you hiding from him? did he even know you anymore? were you the y/n he met a year ago?

you changed. you didn't need him anymore.

beomgyu could back off again, like he did last time when he first knew you. he should do that. that's the only sensible thing to do. thats what the old beomgyu would've done.

but beomgyu changed, just like you.

yandere!beomgyu who knows that you take your medication every lunch break, who knows where you put them in the first place--switching them out for tylenol instead when you quickly go to the bathroom.

yandere!beomgyu whose memorized your triggers, who knows what sets you off.

in no time, your mental state deteriorates, all progress the past year, undone. you have no idea why! your therapist accuses you of not taking your medication, but after a point, you go insane from her not believing your word.

beomgyu who tells you to stop seeing her, that she's doing you no good, that she's a bad therapist if shes not willing to listen to her clients. you agree, you can't see her anymore.

this isn't good for you, you pretend you're okay, but you're not. the hallucinations are back--dates with your boyfriend become a nightmare, you reject every offer to go out for work dinners, youre back to square one.

even when your boyfriend assures you that he'll stay by your side no matter what, that your breakdowns won't ever scare him, that he'll hold you and never let go, that he'll stop the nightmares for you, you can't help but feel that you're a burden.

so, you don't call your boyfriend anymore whenever you need someone by your side. instead, the next best thing--beomgyu. your beomgyu.

it's like the old times, beomgyu holding onto your waist, head buried in the crook of your neck. it wasn't long before beomgyu started again, dry humping your ass, cumming in his pants.

he goes further this time, proud that he managed to get you back to your old self--he takes off his pants, only in his boxers as his hard cock grinds against you--you, still unaware, sleeping.

then, further. his bare dick feverishly rutting in you, moaning against your neck. further. you're only in your underwear, his cum spurting on it--he'd have to clean that up later.

further. he's in you--finally. it was better than all the nights hes spent humping you. its far better.

your eyes are open now--reacting with incoherent moans, beomgyu climbing on top of you, fucking into you ruthlessly, movement erratic as he repeats his i love you's, his pure declaration of his love for you.

beomgyu's going to make sure you don't chalk this up to hallucinations, not anymore.

when the breakup with your boyfriend happens, it was inevitable. he found out that beomgyu comes over somehow, even when your boyfriend previously expressed his uncomfortableness over the arrangement.

yandere!beomgyu who has you crying in his arms, but this time, he doesn't like it. because you're crying over your breakup. how could you? you should be happy! ecstatic! like he was.

beomgyu who fucks into you the night of your breakup, harder than hes done, overstimulating you, as he cums in you, over and over again--he'll make you forget about that bastard. he didn't understand you like beomgyu did. he didn't know you like beomgyu did. he didn't know about the small mole under your right eyes, nor did he know that you had three hundred and forty two lashes in total, that you'd often lose six a day.

no one knew you like beomgyu did. no one could take care of you like beomgyu could.

a/n: lol sorry very unexpected yandere!beomgyu brain rot. i just came back from watching a movie and i got inspired. now ill get back on track, working on my sub!beomgyu smut 😂

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