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asakura jo x f!reader

cw: dead dove - do not eat , toxic!jo, toxic!relationship,explicit depictions of violence, references to forced sex, ambiguous ending, threats, jo!possessive

a/n: if you know anyone who is experiencing this, help them. It’s never late to help someone suffering from domestic violence; protect those you love. Also don't read if you are uncomfortable with this theme.

You and Jo had been together for 4 years. In the beginning, everything was perfect. He was the kindest man in the world. He always brought you flowers, took you on dates and outings, whether it was a special occasion or not. He was the perfect man! Even your family agreed with that. Jo was tall, polite, handsome and treated you well – a gentleman!

But everything changed that night.

It was already after 3:00am in the morning when Jo arrived at your house smelling of alcohol, barely able to walk or form a sentence. His hair was completely messed up, of course. Kiss marks, lots of kiss marks and a hickey on his neck. When you saw that, your world stopped for a moment. How dare he? Coming home late when he had said earlier that he would be in the office longer due to an "emergency meeting".

You strode over to the man who was sitting on the kitchen floor, crouched down to his height, and grabbed him by the collar.

"Jo, what the fuck is this? You tell me you're going to a meeting and you come home like this? Reeking of alcohol and whores?" you yelled at him, your hands shaking, struggling not to cry.

Jo got up slowly, pulling his hand away from you.

“Don't fucking start,” he said harshly, which startled you. Jo never spoke like that, even when you fought — which was rare — he never raised his voice. Never.

"Don't start? Do you have any idea what you've done?" You said that as you followed Jo, who was slowly heading towards your shared bedroom. With each step, you screamed more. Jo was starting to get annoyed. Why couldn't you just shut up?

Suddenly he stopped in the middle of the corridor, turning slowly until he met your eyes, which were already full of tears. You were still screaming and kicking, but Jo didn't have the patience for that. Then he grabbed you by the jaw, pinning you to the nearest wall.

"SHUT UP, I already said not now and you keep screaming? I think you need to learn the meaning of no." He said this while screaming and spitting in your face. His grip was so strong that your tears, which had been tears of sadness, turned into tears of pure pain. When Jo realised this, he immediately moved away from you, muttering "I warned you". He went to the bedroom, locking the door and leaving you there. Alone and afraid.

-

The next day, Jo woke up early, his head throbbing. He stank; he hadn't showered before going to bed. So he quickly got up and took a shower while walking to the kitchen. Jo didn't mind waking up without you by his side; it was routine. You always got up earlier and made him coffee.

When he got to the kitchen, he didn't find you there. That worried him. Jo still remembered what he had done last night. Guilt consumed him. He couldn't lose you.

He quickly picked up the phone, starting to call your number non-stop. But you didn't answer, which made him even more worried. After a few minutes of non-stop calling, you showed up at the apartment carrying supermarket bags.

"Love..." Jo said, coming up to you. "I was worried. Why didn't you tell me you were going shopping?" He said as he took some bags from your hand.

"I didn't want to wake you up," you replied sharply.

Which pissed Jo off like hell. What he did yesterday had been a slip-up, he was drunk, out of his mind, so why treat him like this?

You went to the kitchen counter, putting the rest of the bags there, and as soon as you turned around a smack echoed through the kitchen: Jo had slapped you. A hard slap that made you stagger back a little. He moved closer, again holding his aching jaw.

"Listen here, you bitch, what I did yesterday was a slip-up, you know I didn't mean to. Just like now, I don't want to hit you... but you're always so difficult, answering me like that... it makes me sad, you know?" He said as he squeezed your face harder and harder.

"J-jo... it hurts, stop..." you begged softly, hot tears rolling down your face.

As soon as he saw this, he immediately let go of your face and hugged you.

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He said with false concern. "Look, don't make things difficult, okay? Keep treating me normally and this will never happen again," he said, kissing your tears and walking away.

Now, alone in the kitchen, you cried more. You felt disgusting, dirty and, above all, foolish. Foolish because now you really believed it was your fault, maybe if you'd been more patient he would never have done it.

So, ignoring everything you felt, you turned around and started making Jo's breakfast. Like he said, if you treat him normally, he'll never hit you again.

But that didn't happen. Of course not.

- Two days after the incident, Jo came home angry. He had barely taken his shoes off when he went to look for you. You were in the kitchen – just like every night when he gets home from work – preparing dinner. That irritated him. You always had the table set just waiting for him to eat. At first, he didn't say anything; he just sat at the table and waited for you to serve him. As soon as he ate the first spoonful of rice, he spat it all out; it was unsalted. That irritated him enough for him to pick up the bowl of rice and throw it at you, hitting your face and cutting your cheek.

"FUCK, I come home tired from work and this is what I get? Shit food?" Jo said as he held your face. You were shaking and crying.

"Now you're crying? You serve me shit food and you cry?" he said as he slapped you, hard enough to split your lip.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" before you could even finish speaking, he slapped you again.

"I don't want to hear your lame excuses," Jo said, turning his back and walking away. "I've lost my appetite. You can keep eating this rubbish if you want." After he said that, a thud could be heard from the door of your bedroom.

-After a few minutes, while you were cleaning up the mess Jo had made, he appeared behind you, giving you a hug and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Honey… forgive me. I've been so stressed lately with work. I didn't mean to do that to you, you know, right?" He said, kissing your shoulder. You swallowed hard as you nodded, not wanting to risk irritating him further. But your lack of response was what irritated him, making him pull your hair while whispering in your ear. "You slut, answer me properly and say 'it's okay, my love, it's not your fault, I'm the useless girlfriend'." You swallowed hard, holding back a groan of pain, then began to repeat exactly what he said.

"It's okay, my love, it's not your fault, I'm the useless girlfriend," you said with difficulty, the pull hurting, hurting a lot. Jo smiled smugly, letting go of your hair and walking away again as you trembled and cried.

-

A few months went by, and Jo continued with this routine. He would come home from work angry, beat you, and sometimes even force you to have sex with him, and the next day he would hug you and apologise.

You put up with all that, not because you wanted to, but because Jo always said, "If you leave me or tell anyone about this, I'll kill you and your family." So you couldn't risk it. But it destroyed you. With each passing day, more bruises appeared, you endured more pain, and Jo became more possessive. He forbade you from going out with your friends, even blocked some of them saying "They're not good influences", and even controlled your diet and clothing. Now you were Jo's personal doll, which he could play with and assemble as he pleased because he knew you would never leave him.

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haiii anon ＼(^^)／ there's your request! sorry for taking so long and for making it so short ( ＞Д＜；) maybe I'll write a fanfic about it later!!!

˚ ﹒ ૮ ⠀☕️⠀⠀󠁯Husband Harua headcanons

cw: f!reader x harua

Husband! Harua, who is the sweetest man in the world, always taking care of you and your daughter.

Husband! Harua who buys you flowers twice a week, even without you asking.

Husband! Harua who always pays for everything for you, from the petrol for your car to your most expensive jewellery

Husband!Harua who, without you realising, has turned you into a spoiled brat.

Husband! Harua who wakes up in the morning before your daughter just to fuck you.

Husband! Harua who's a bastard and always touches you indecently when you're in public.

Husband! Harua who, while your daughter is at school, bends you over the kitchen counter and fucks you raw.

Husband! Harua who never uses a condom and always cums inside because he likes the idea of seeing you pregnant carrying another firstborn of his.

Husband! Harua who doesn't leave you alone, not even when you're pregnant, and keeps putting his cock inside you.

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˚ ﹒ ૮ ⠀🩸⠀⠀󠁯&team reacting you with sh problems (maknae line)

cw: descriptions of cuts, extremely sensitive content, PURE ANGST . wc: 1k

a/n: if you are experiencing similar problems, please ask for help; you don't have to deal with this alone. And also don't read this if this theme triggers you! please prioritize your physical and mental health. ♡

Asakura Jo:

Jo was always very patient, he knew that you had your moments when you liked to isolate yourself and just lie down listening to music, honestly, he was like that too! Maybe that's why people called you the "perfect couple" or "made for each other."

That was just another day where you isolated yourself from everyone and didn't respond to Jo's messages, but specifically on that day Jo decided that he would take care of you and cheer you up! He simply couldn't stand seeing his girlfriend go thru this anymore and him being there just for you to reply to his messages.

He arrived early at your apartment, around 5:30 PM, and as soon as he arrived, he used his soft voice to call you, but he didn't get a response. So he decided to walk to your room, giving soft knocks while waiting for your response. When he didn't get an immediate response, he started to worry, and without thinking much, he just opened the door, and God, how bad he felt doing that.

There you were, stopping the blood from the fresh cut, that shocked Jo.

He immediately approached you, his eyes full of tears, he said nothing. He didn't need to, and he didn't want to either. So he just hugged you, and when you hugged him back, he cried, and you did too. Both soaking each other's shirts with tears.

Shigeta Harua:

Harua had just entered your dormitory. You used to share it with a friend from college, a senior, but after she graduated, no one volunteered to share the place with you. So when Harua saw the silence in your dorm, he wasn't surprised. You were quiet, you hardly ever spoke, not even when you were with him. And Harua understood that very well, so much so that he never pressured you to speak.

He went straight to your room. When he reached the door, he noticed that it was ajar, so Harua entered without even questioning it. But when he came in, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed with a blade in your hand, your wrist and thighs already cut open and pooling with blood as a few tears fell—You still hadn't noticed Harua's presence, not until he called you by that nickname— "B-baby, what are you doing?" Harua's once calm and bright face was now dark and almost lifeless. You immediately dropped the blade in an attempt to get rid of the evidence, but it was no use, Harua was already by your side, crying and sobbing.

"Ruru" you tried to say before you started crying more and sobbing loudly.

You stayed like that for a long time, so long that your blood dried a little, but it didn't matter, not when Harua was there, hugging you and proving that you weren't alone.

Takayama Riki (Taki):

Taki has a bad habit, a very bad one. He always comes in without knocking on the door. He needs to get something from the bathroom and there's someone there? No problem, if the door's open he'll just go in. Is there someone in the room and he needs to talk to that person? He'll barge in without even asking first if he can.

But now, his bad habit had led him into a bad situation. You were in the bathroom, so you didn't hear when the front door opened and your boyfriend came in, jumping around looking for you. When he heard murmurs in the bathroom, he immediately went to open it in the hope of seeing you. He saw you. But not as Taki would have liked. You were there, with your arm spurting blood; it had been deep. Very deep. The bathroom was bathed in crimson-red blood. Taki was speechless for a few minutes, but without realising it, he started crying as he approached to try to hug you. When he tried to do that, you took a step back. You didn't want to hug him, not like that.

"M-my love…" Taki tried to say as he sobbed. "How? Wh-why?" he sobbed louder.

Now tears were rolling from his eyes too, and the bathroom was a mess, just like the two of you. Unable to take it any longer, you crouched in the shower cubicle, the blood still dripping — now less after you had pressed a piece of paper there for several minutes — Taki didn't hesitate and sat down beside you. This time you didn't move away and accepted your boyfriend's company. After a few minutes — which felt more like hours — Taki got up and started looking for the first aid kit. As soon as he found it, he began to take care of you. No words were spoken during that time, but you both knew there was no need, firstly because you didn't want to and secondly because Taki, who normally asked a lot of questions, was now quiet. He knew that as soon as you felt comfortable you would talk to him; you always did.

Hirota Maki:

Maki was the best boyfriend in the world! He always took care of you. When your seizures threatened to return or did return, he was the one who was there for you.

And this time it was no different. There he was, taking care of your injuries while you cried and sobbed.

"M-maki… d-d-don't be angry… p-please…" you said, sobbing, barely able to form a complete sentence. Your head was spinning and aching, but the expression on Maki's face was calm. He whispered words of comfort as he tended to your injuries.

As soon as Maki finished bandaging your wrist, he came closer and kissed the spot he had just treated.

"There, my love... it's over, I'm here now," he said as he put his head down and tried to calm you down.

If people looked from afar, they might think Maki didn't care, but damn, how he cared. Whenever you lay in bed after another relapse, it was time for Maki to cry. He blamed himself, and how he did it! He hated the feeling of seeing you like that, hurt, while all he could do was take care of the cuts and comfort you. He wanted so badly to be able to do more, but even he didn't know how.

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cw: descriptions of cuts, extremely sensitive content, PURE ANGST . wc: 2k

a/n: if you are experiencing similar problems, please ask for help; you don't have to deal with this alone. And also don't read this if this theme triggers you! please prioritize your physical and mental health. ♡

BYUN EUIJOO:

Euijoo loved seeing you after practice, always going to your apartment for a small visit and often even sleeping over, and that day was no different. He had arrived at your apartment and rang the doorbell. But you didn't answer. He knocked on the door a few times and again got no response. For a moment, he even thought you might not be home, but he knew you, knew how much you hated going out late at night and always waited for him with open arms. Euijoo was and always had been a cautious man, so when he saw that you weren't answering, he decided to use the spare key you had given him for emergencies. He had never used the key before, there would have been no reason to, but he couldn't help but feel worried.

As soon as he entered the apartment, he immediately found it strange. Everything was dark, windows and doors closed, and worst of all, a silence that cut through the air like glass. He walked through the apartment calling your name, but you didn't answer. As he reached your bedroom door, he knocked a few times. Maybe you were sleeping and he was worrying for nothing, but an intuition told Euijoo otherwise—and he knew very well that you didn't sleep until he got home. When you didn't answer him again, he became even more worried. His knocking became more frantic, and his voice calling your name did too.

"Love... please open the door, I know you're in there."

A small silence stretched, but was soon broken by the click of the doorknob opening. When Euijoo laid eyes on you, his heart sank. You were there, with teary eyes and bandages on your right arm. He knew what had happened, and damn, he really knew.

The silence that stretched was uncomfortable.

"Juju... I-" before you could even say anything, you were interrupted by Euijoo's arms around your body. Now tears rolled from his eyes and yours. You stayed like that for a while, no one knows how long, it could have been minutes, seconds, or even hours.

"Forgive me. Forgive me for not being here with you, my love," Euijoo began to speak amidst sobs.

"Tell me how I can do to help you? Please, I don't want to see you like this, it hurts so much. Just tell me, I'll do anything you want, anything at all. Just promise me you'll never do this to yourself again."

His voice now sounded like cutting glass. You couldn't answer, your only reaction now was to cry and cry a lot.

After a while of hugging, you pulled away first.

"Juju," Your voice came out shaky and almost a whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that so much has been happening lately, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-" before you could finish speaking, Euijoo interrupted you.

"No. Don't apologize, please, it's not your fault and it never will be, my love, never say that again. But tell me, what's been happening? I need you to tell me."

Then you spent the last hours of the night in each other's arms, with Euijoo listening patiently while you both still cried a little.

MURATA FUMA:

Fuma was on his way to the dormitory when he received a message from you, it didn't say much, just "Come to my apartment." I need you." At first, Fuma found it strange; you never sent messages like that, so of course, he immediately got worried and asked the manager to take him to your house. The journey took 10 minutes, which for Fuma felt like an eternity; he wanted to see you, he wanted to know what had happened.

As soon as he reached the door of his apartment, he didn't even bother to knock; he just entered the code and stepped inside his home. The silence that was there was deafening. I mean, you were a couple of silence, especially you, but something in the atmosphere made everything feel heavier.

Fuma went straight to your room and again, when he got there, he didn't bother knocking and just walked in without warning, which startled you. The scene that followed was terrifying, there you were with both arms covered in blood, which paralyzed Fuma as he slowly approached you, looking at your wounds. Unconsciously, tears began to roll down his eyes as he crouched down beside you to be at your height. He said nothing, just brought your bodies closer and gave you a tight hug.

That made you break down, crying profusely on his shoulder.

After a while, Fuma separated from you and headed toward the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit. He didn't say anything, nor did you. He didn't need to, his silence and care in doing it already said everything.

Koga Yudai:

When you started dating K, you shared your journey of trying to stop self-harming, and of course, he always gave you as much support as possible. Sometimes he even offered to pay for your therapy sessions, and you really admired that. How K protected you, took care of you, and worried about you.

But now, it seemed like all his effort had been in vain; you had cut yourself again, after months of being clean, months of taking care of yourself to prevent this from happening, only for a simple inconvenience to ruin everything. You couldn't let K see that, even knowing he wouldn't scold you for doing it, your guilt always spoke louder, so when he arrived at your apartment that nite, you were wearing a jacket and sweatpants.

When he saw that, he immediately found it strange. It was summer in Japan, no one wore a coat at that time. So, he immediately realized, you had done that. K approached slowly, sitting beside you, initially just stroking your hair while a movie played on TV, but suddenly he stopped.

"My dear"—his voice came out trembling, tears threatening to fall.—"Tell me, did you do?"

His heart raced, he had noticed, of course he had. K was an observant man, always noticing everything that happened around him, especially what happened with you.

Even before trying to speak, tears began to fall from your face, you couldn't respond to that, it seemed too shameful to admit it out loud.

When he saw you crying, he immediately pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly in an embrace while your tears soaked his shoulder.

"K…I'm s-sorry… I didn'tmean to, I really didn't mean to… please don't be mad to me," you said between sobs, the tremor in your voice was noticeable.

Yudai pulled you away for a moment, just enough to look into your eyes.

"My dear... don't apologize, you are not to blame. Tell me, what happened? You can tell me, I'll understand. "I'm not angry, I would never be," he said with a calm voice, reassuring you.

So, you started to sing about what happened while he listened to you, the concern in his eyes was noticeable. After you finished speaking, he pulled you into another hug, whispering sweet words as you finished crying.

Wang Yixiang:

Nicholas had arrived earlier at your apartment, he never knocked on the door. He liked to make surprises, he liked to see your face light up and your smile as soon as he walked thru the door with a bouquet for you in one hand and sweets in the other. This was common between you, so that day was no different.

As soon as he entered your apartment, he could feel the heavy atmosphere; you weren't in the living room, and the apartment was a mess. That was strange; you had always been the most organized person Nicholas knew. So, seeing that, he immediately became worried, his mind racing thru a thousand horrible and different scenarios as he approached your room.

The bouquet and sweets were now set aside on the kitchen table.

Before reaching his room, he saw the bathroom door ajar and some sobs coming from inside. He didn't waste any time and opened the door completely, revealing her figure with a blade in her hand and deep, open cuts. Nicholas immediately froze. His expression now completely closing off as you tried to explain yourself to him, but he wasn't listening. What Nicholas felt now was a mix of emotions; while he was worried about you, he felt anger. Not anger at you, anger at himself, for not arriving earlier, for not noticing sooner, for not talking to you before. Before his thoughts and emotions took over, he gave you a hug while crying on your shoulder. It was the first time you saw him crying like that.

"F-forgive me, my love," he said between sobs, "I-I should have realized it earlier, please forgive me." His voice was now trembling, but he immediately pulled away from the embrace.

Now you found yourself sitting under the sink while he took care of your cuts. Nicholas did this with such care, afraid of hurting you even more, when he finished, he picked you up in his arms, as if you were a princess, and took you to your room, laying you down with the utmost gentleness.

Now a silence stretched out, it was uncomfortable and almost cutting.

"Nicho... I-" you started to say but he interrupted you.

"It's all right. We don't need to talk about it if you don't want to"

You smiled, pulling him to lie down beside you. None of you exchanged a single word, just snuggled up waiting for sleep to come.

Nakakita Yuma:

You didn't want to do this, of course, but your week had been so exhausting, your boss bothering you at work, fights with your parents even tho you didn't live with them anymore. So, when Yuma went out to buy some things for dinner that you would have asked for, that moment seemed like the perfect opportunity to cut yourself.

You quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed one of the blades you kept there, even tho you swore to get rid of them every day. So you ran it once, it wasn't enough. The memories of the fights with your parents and the harassment from your boss at work still lingered in your mind. So you went over it again, and then two more times until you got a cut deep enough to distract your mind from that week and focus on the fresh cut.

Everything was perfect, you just needed to take care of that now, but when you turned to the door, Yuma was there. He had seen everything, or almost everything. His eyes were filled with tears, some spilling and wetting his face.

"Yuma, calm down, it's not that-" you tried to say but couldn't, your voice trembling and tears already streaming down your face.

"My love, look at me…" Yuma said in a calm voice.

But you couldn't look at him, not now. The shame and fear of being caught doing this by your own boyfriend consumed you.

Yuma sat you on the toilet while he looked for the first aid kit, and when he found it, he approached you. He waited for a confirmation that he could take care of your cuts after you gave a slight nod.

While he was cleaning, he started talking to you.

"Do you want to tell me why?" he said calmly while pressing the gauze on the deep cut.

You nodded slightly in a no, your shame was still great, you didn't have the courage to talk to him about it, not now.

After a long time, he finished taking care of the cuts. When he did this, he immediately pulled her into a hug while giving small kisses on her wet face.

You moved away first, now looking into his eyes.

"Aren't you mad at me?" you asked insecurely.

"I would never get angry with you, my love," he said, intertwining their hands.

"Really?"

"Yes. Absolutely. It's not your fault, it's okay, I understand you. I'm not angry."

When he said that, you allowed yourself to let out a long sigh and pull him into a hug.

"I love you," you whispered.

"I love you more, honey," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

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PATIENCE - byun ej.

cw: soft dom!juju, f!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, public sex?, ass spanking, use of the word "oppa" wc: 2.k

The mirror in the rehearsal room reflected every movement, every drop of sweat, and, above all, the growing frustration on Euijoo's face. The air was heavy, saturated with the smell of floor wax and the citrus fragrance of his perfume, which now mingled with the warm odor of sweat. The deep beat of the music reverberated on the wooden floor, vibrating under the soles of your shoes, but you weren't interested in the choreography.

You were interested in him.

While Euijoo tried to concentrate on the complex sequence of steps, you orbited around him like a mischievous satellite. Each time he spun, you ran your hand down his back, feeling the tense muscles under the damp cotton T-shirt. When he stopped to breathe, you blew lightly on the back of his neck, feeling the hairs on his skin stand on end.

“You're distracting me,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, not taking his eyes off his own reflection.

“Me? Never,” you replied, your voice laden with feigned innocence. You moved closer, pressing your chest against his back, feeling the heat emanating from his body. “I'm just admiring how sexy you look when you're focused.”

Euijoo let out a long sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. He was known for his infinite patience, for his sweet and gentle nature that seemed to envelop everyone around him like a warm blanket. But you knew the cracks in that calm. You loved testing them.

“Honey, please. I need to finish this part before the others come back from the break. Just ten more minutes," he asked, his voice still soft, but with a hint of tension.

You laughed, a low, teasing sound, and slid your hands down, squeezing his buttocks tightly through the fabric of his sweatpants.

Euijoo jumped, almost losing his balance with the next step. He stopped abruptly, the silence that followed the music almost deafening. He slowly turned to you. His eyes, usually so tender, now had a dark glow, an intensity that made your stomach jump in anticipation.

“You really can't resist, can you?” he asked, his voice now lower, almost a dangerous whisper.

“Maybe I like to see how far you can take it,” you teased, tilting your head and biting your lower lip.

Euijoo didn't smile. He took a step forward, invading your personal space, forcing you to back away until your back hit the cold mirror. The contrast of the icy glass against your skin and the heat radiating from Euijoo created an electric shock that ran down your spine. He put his hands on the mirror, one on each side of your head, trapping you.

“I tried to be patient. I tried to ignore you because I respect my work and I respect you," he murmured, tilting his face so that your noses touched. “But you decided to test the limit. And now, you've found where it ends."

A shiver ran down your spine. The realization that you had finally gotten what you wanted — his loss of control — brought a wave of overwhelming excitement.

“And what are you going to do about it?” you challenged, though your voice had come out as a trembling whisper.

A small, almost imperceptible and absolutely predatory smile appeared on his lips.

“I'll teach you manners, cutie.”

His tone of voice changed. He was no longer the sweet boyfriend who brought flowers and kisses on the forehead; he was the man who demanded obedience. The change in dynamic sent a wave of heat directly to your core, making you suddenly feel small and vulnerable under his gaze.

He guided you to the long bench in the corner of the room. The move was decisive, with no room for discussion. Euijoo sat on the bench and, with a silent command, indicated that you should position yourself on his knees.

Your heart was pounding against your ribs. You obeyed, taking off your shorts and panties, feeling the fabric of his pants against your belly as you bent over, exposing your buttocks to him. The position was humiliating and arousing at the same time. You could hear his breathing, heavy and rhythmic, right behind you.

“You were very naughty today,” he murmured, and you felt his hand rest heavily on the curve of your butt, just squeezing the flesh. “You think you can distract me while I work and get away with it?”

“I… I just wanted your attention,” you moaned, your voice muffled.

"Well, now you have my full attention," he replied.

The first slap echoed through the empty room, sharp and loud.

You let out a high-pitched scream, the sudden, burning impact making you arch your back. The pain was sharp, but it was followed almost instantly by a wave of heat that spread throughout your body.

“This is for the first time you interrupted me,” he said, his voice calm, almost clinical.

Another slap echoed through the room.

“This is for the second.”

Another slap.

"And this is for thinking you could provoke me without consequences."

The slaps continued, rhythmic and firm. Euijoo was not being cruel, but he was relentless. He alternated between the two buttocks, leaving the skin red and throbbing. With each blow, you felt the tension built up from hours of teasing turn into something different. The pain was merging with the pleasure, creating an intoxicating cocktail that clouded your mind.

“Please… Euijoo… ah!” you sobbed, moving instinctively to try to escape his hand, but he held you firmly by the waist, keeping you in place.

“Stay still. I haven't finished your punishment,” he ordered.

You felt tears sting your eyes, not from sadness, but from excitement. The sound of his hand hitting your skin, the heat radiating from your buttocks, and the authority in his voice were pushing you to the edge. You were completely at his mercy, and the realization of that made you soak.

“You like it, don't you?” he asked, his voice now huskier, sliding his hand from your waist to the inside of your thigh. “You like being punished by me.”

“Yes… yes, I do,” you admitted, your voice breaking.

He stopped the slaps, but the pressure of his hand remained. He leaned in, whispering in your ear as his lips brushed the lobe of your ear.

“Good girl. Now that you've learned your lesson, I think we can move on to the reward part… if you behave.”

He lifted you up easily, turning your body so that you were facing him. His eyes were clouded with desire, and you could see the obvious erection under his sweatpants. Without wasting time, Euijoo kissed you. A hungry, possessive kiss full of lust. Your tongues intertwined in an urgent dance, exchanging saliva with an intensity that left you both breathless. He sucked your lower lip hard, hearing the small moan of satisfaction that escaped your throat.

His hands quickly moved down to your blouse, removing it with an urgency that bordered on desperation. When you stood completely naked before him, under the fluorescent lights of the rehearsal room, he let out a low growl.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracing every curve of your body, pausing on your buttocks that still glowed a bright red from the slaps. “So perfect and so stubborn.”

He got rid of his own clothes just as quickly. When he was exposed, you saw that he was completely hard, his member pulsing and releasing drops of pre-cum that glistened at the tip of the glans. He was magnificent, and the sight of him made your clitoris throb, crying out for filling.

Without wasting time, Euijoo spread your legs, gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting into your pussy.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You obeyed, your eyes meeting his.

“I want you to feel everything. I want you to remember what it's like when you test me," he said, sliding two fingers into your pussy.

You let out a loud gasp, the sensation of his fingers opening your tight hole sending shocks of pleasure all over your body. He began to move them, circling your clitoris with his thumb as his fingers penetrated deeply, seeking the exact spot that made you tremble.

“Ah! Euijoo… please… your cock… I want your cock now!” you begged, your hips instinctively rising to meet his hand.

“Shhh. Calm down,” he murmured, though his own breathing was heavy. “I decide when.”

He removed his fingers, leaving you sighing in frustration, and replaced his hand with his cock. He positioned the head of his glans against the entrance of your vagina, teasing you, sliding back and forth without entering completely. The contact of the warm, moist skin against your clitoris was torturous.

“Please, Euijoo, come in… come inside me,” you whimpered, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, your nails digging lightly into his skin.

With a low moan, he pushed. The entry was slow and deliberate. You felt every inch of him filling you, stretching the walls of your vagina as he slid inside. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, a wet, visceral noise, echoed through the room.

“God… you're so tight,” he growled, closing his eyes as he felt the enveloping warmth of your body. “So hot.”

He remained still for a moment, allowing both of you to process the feeling of finally being united. Then he began to move.

The first thrusts were deep and slow, each movement calculated to maximize pleasure. You felt his glans hit your lap, sending waves of ecstasy that made your toes curl. With each thrust, the sound of his penis hitting your wet pussy filled the silence, the spit used as a lubricant mixing with Euijoo's drooling cock, making it a mess.

“You like that, don't you?” he asked, his voice vibrating against your neck as he picked up the pace. “Do you like to feel how much I want you?”

“Yes! Oh, yes! Harder... harder!”

Euijoo complied with the request. He grabbed your thighs, pulling them up, almost touching his shoulders, which allowed for even deeper penetration. Now the movements were vigorous, almost wild. The sound of his body hitting yours was rhythmic and loud, a wet slap that accompanied each thrust.

You could feel his balls hitting your skin, the sound of *slap, slap, slap* merging with your moans. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, but that was exactly what you needed. You wanted to be consumed by him. You wanted him to erase any trace of your stubbornness with the force of his desire.

"I... I'm going to... Oppa!" you screamed, feeling the walls of your vagina begin to contract rhythmically around him.

The nickname made something stir in Euijoo's brain, his thrusts becoming deeper and faster. "Come, love. Come for me,” he encouraged, his voice laden with lust.

He gave one last deep thrust, burying himself completely inside you, and the moment you reached orgasm, feeling violent spasms run through your entire body, he also collapsed.

You felt the hot jet of his semen shooting against the inner walls of your womb, wave after wave of heat filling you. He let out a muffled cry against your shoulder, his body trembling as he released all the built-up tension.

For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of both of you, the sound of sweat dripping on the floor, and the rapid beating of two hearts beating in the same rhythm. Euijoo didn't pull away immediately; he remained inside you, hugging you tightly, as if he wanted to merge your bodies into one.

Slowly, he withdrew. The sound of the vacuum being broken, a small moist noise, was followed by a trickle of semen running down your thigh.

He helped you get dressed, his movements now slow and careful. Before they turned on the lights to leave, he pulled you in for one last kiss, a sweet kiss that sealed the peace between you.

“I love you, little bratty,” he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Do you still want to distract me during the rehearsal?” he asked, a playful smile now playing on his lips.

You rested your head on his chest, feeling exhausted, fulfilled, and completely satisfied.

“Maybe… just a little bit,” you whispered, smiling against his skin.

Euijoo laughed, a rich, warm sound, and pulled you closer to him.

“You're impossible. But that's why I love you.”

“I love you too, Juju oppa.”

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🦴⠀ 𓈒 ㅤׂㅤ &team kinks headcanons (hyung line ver)

cw: fem!reader, no ej you can check his version here

Koga Yudai:

Fisting: Yudai goes crazy at the idea of being able to shove his entire fist into your pussy, the first time you tried it he almost came just from hearing your moans. He hopes that someday he can fit more than just his fist inside you lol.

Omorashi: Another pervert who loves to see you wet yourself for him, Yudai gets so excited at the idea of your belly full of pee waiting for the sex to end just so you can pee, that most of the time he asks you to empty yourself right there on the bed.

Face sitting: PLEASE suffocate this man with your pussy, let him lick you while you rub yourself on his face, leaving it wet with your bodily fluids, put all your weight on Yudai's face and let him suck you until you have the best orgasm of your life.

Murata Fuma:

Foot fetish: This man is crazy about your feet! let him put them in his mouth, suck them, and make a mess with your toes - or even cum on your feet - and he will love it!

Kyonyuu: Fuma really has a thing for big breasts, even outside the realm of fetishes he likes your big breasts to lie on, put his face on them and listen to the beat of your heart or even use them as a stress ball.

Titty Fucking: Following the logic of big breasts, one of the main reasons he likes it is so he can fuck them, put his huge cock between her breasts and make a mess while cumming on them as your tits embrace his penis </3 he likes it so much!

Gokkun: please give Fuma a blowjob and then swallow all his semen or let him cum in a container and at the end of the nite swallow all his semen, he will go crazy!

Creampie: Fuma is kind of obsessed with cumming inside you, so any practice that involves that he likes, especially cumming inside you!

Cum play: as I said, he is obsessed with cum, so if he can cum on your face and then spread it all over your body while you turn into a sticky mess, he will love it!

Wang Yixiang (Nicholas):

Exhibitionism: Nicholas is a somewhat exhibitionist guy, he loves receiving attention, after all, who doesn't? so expect to have sex in his dorm with the doors ajar knowing that anyone could walk by and see you, or have a romp in the dressing room while people pass outside. Maybe you even leave the door completely open while Euijoo is home just so he can walk past Nicholas's room and see you two fucking.

Spanking: He is quite cruel with you in bed, so expect to lie on his lap or be on all fours while he spanks your butt until it turns completely red and you can't stand the pain anymore.

Pussy slapping: Following the line of beating, Nicholas feels an absurd arousal in torturing you by slapping your pussy, especially after you come, damn, he goes crazy seeing you all wet and trembling while he gives you a few slaps.

Cock worship: Nicholas likes to see you surrender to his cock, whether it's dictating the rhythm you suck it or even while you jerk off. Tell this man that you adore his cock and that you can't live without it, and he will reward you very well.

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