Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

71.) Immured

TW: SA

(Y/n)'s heart thundered in her chest as Asahi pulled the car to a stop outside the towering estate. Every instinct screamed at her to run. To escape. To get as far away from him and that house as possible. The air inside the car felt suffocating, her pulse drumming in her ears.

The moment Asahi unlocked the door, she felt her whole body coil with tension, like a predator poised to pounce. Now.

The second her feet hit the ground, she ran.

Her sneakers scraped against the gravel as she launched herself forward, legs pumping as fast as they could carry her. Asahi's sharp voice cut through the night behind her.

"(Y/n)! Get back here!"

She didn't dare look back. She just ran, adrenaline flooding her system, heart hammering painfully against her ribs. Every breath felt like fire searing her throat, but she didn't stop. The iron gates were still in motion, slowly closing- but not fast enough. I can make it. I have to make it.

The cool autumn air stung her lungs, and the heavy thud of Asahi's footsteps pounded close behind her, but she grit her teeth and kept sprinting. Just as the gates nearly met in the center, she threw herself through the gap, narrowly slipping through to the other side.

For a moment, she thought she was free. She felt a flicker of hope, brief and fleeting.

Then Asahi's body slammed into hers.

They both tumbled to the ground with a painful thud, gravel scraping against her skin as the impact knocked the wind out of her. She gasped, but Asahi was already on her, his weight pressing down as he pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand. His knees dug into her legs, rendering them useless, no matter how much she kicked and squirmed beneath him.

His face hovered inches from hers, and he was panting hard, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. The moonlight caught in his stormy eyes, reflecting something unsettling.

(Y/n) thrashed, desperately trying to free her wrists, but Asahi's grip only tightened, his hand firm as iron. His smirk returned, slow and deliberate. The sight of it sent a chill down her spine.

"You always fight so hard," he murmured, voice low and lazy. There was a strange, eerie softness in the way he looked at her, like she was something fragile and precious, something he had no intention of letting go.

Then, without warning, Asahi leaned down. His head tilted, eyes fluttering shut, and the next thing (Y/n) knew, his lips were on hers.

It wasn't a soft kiss. There was nothing tender about it. His mouth moved against hers with a possessive kind of pressure, as if this was a claim, not affection.

(Y/n)'s entire body tensed in revulsion, and without thinking, she did the only thing she could.

She bit him. Hard.

Her teeth sank into the soft flesh of his lower lip, and the sharp taste of blood filled her mouth.

To her horror, Asahi didn't pull away immediately. Instead, a low, guttural groan escaped him, vibrating against her lips like he enjoyed the pain. His hand on her wrist tightened, and instead of releasing her, he pressed closer. The faux kiss deepened, and she felt his tongue glide across her clenched teeth, a grotesque mockery of intimacy.

The metallic tang of his blood made her stomach churn, but she held on, biting harder. The more she hurt him, the more it seemed to spur him on, like he was feeding off the struggle.