Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

75.) Denial

(Y/n) awoke abruptly, gasping, a sharp panic gripping her chest as something was being shoved down her throat. Her eyes flew open, but her vision was still blurry and everything around her swirled in confusing, indistinguishable shapes. Her senses were sluggish, struggling to come back online, leaving her in a disoriented haze. Her throat burned, her body instinctively jerking and thrashing against the invasive pressure forcing its way into her nose and throat.

When she tried to move, something cold and unyielding restricted her wrists and ankles. Panic flared as she tugged and twisted, but the restraints only bit deeper into her skin. The more she fought, the heavier the restraints seemed, pulling her down into helplessness.

Her vision began to clear, and through the dull glow of a singular overhead light, she saw him.

Yuuto hovered over her, his yellow eyes focused and sharp, his hands carefully guiding a tube down her throat like he had done it a thousand times before. The corners of his mouth twitched in frustration at her resistance. The tube scraped painfully against the back of her throat, sending shivers of nausea through her body.

The sensation was unbearable- a thick, foreign object slithering down from her nose, pressing deep into her throat like a serpent.

"No!" she tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the tube, coming out as a broken gag. She thrashed harder, jerking her head away, only to feel Yuuto's hand clamp down around her jaw with bruising force.

"Stay still." His voice was low and irritated, each word precise, as if he were reciting a command rather than speaking. His grip forced her head back into position, angling her chin so the tube could slide deeper down.

The cold plastic dug further into her throat, triggering her gag reflex, and bile rose into her mouth. Her stomach twisted painfully. She fought desperately, tossing her head to the side to force the tube out.

Yuuto hissed a curse under his breath as the tube dislodged, trailing slimily back up her throat and out of her nose. It left a disgusting wetness in its wake, and (Y/n) gagged uncontrollably, her breath coming in frantic gasps now that it was out.

He glared down at her, his yellow eyes sharp with irritation, his lip curling in disgust.

"Disgusting," he muttered, tossing the slimy tube onto a metal cart nearby with an irritated clatter.

Her chest heaved with every breath as she tried to recover from the ordeal. Her throat burned, raw from the intrusion, and it was only made worse by the lingering aftertaste of bile.

Yuuto's eyes locked on hers, cold and calculating. "When I'm passing your epiglottis, you need to be still," he said with a calm, clinical tone. "Otherwise, I could end up in your airway. You wouldn't want food going into your lungs now, would you?"

"Fuck you!" (Y/n) rasped, her voice hoarse but sharp with rage. "You're not putting anything in me!"

Yuuto's gaze darkened, though his expression remained eerily composed. He began peeling off his gloves with slow, deliberate movements, the snap of the latex echoing faintly in the dim room.

"I wouldn't have to do this," he muttered, his voice tight with annoyance, "if you had just eaten willingly."

He rolled his neck, the bones cracking audibly, his frustration barely masked beneath his cool demeanor. "But you didn't."

(Y/n) glared at him, her heart pounding wildly. Every fiber of her being screamed to escape, but the restraints around her wrists and ankles bit down like cuffs, making every attempt to struggle useless.

Yuuto's yellow eyes flickered toward her, narrowing in warning. "I'm going to get a sterile tube."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a soft, dangerous tone. "You will stay here and comply. Otherwise, I'll sedate you."