Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

119.) Perturbation

Keiji's smile dropped, the playful veneer slipping off his face like a mask. The warmth in his eyes faded, replaced by something colder, something darker.

"(Y/n)," he said, his voice no longer light or teasing, but flat, even. "Open your mouth."

Her heart hammered in her chest, the familiar feeling of terror creeping up her throat. She could feel the tightening of her muscles, her body screaming for escape, for some way to fight back, but the restraints were too tight. Her breath hitched in her throat as she shook her head, desperate to refuse. 

But Keiji's expression hardened, and he leaned in closer. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening in frustration.

"I'm not playing this game with you," he spat, his voice sharp. His hand reached up, fingers pressing against her jaw, as if he were feeling for something- some vulnerable spot, some weakness in her defenses. His thumb and middle finger pressed into the pressure points just in front of her ears, and (Y/n) stiffened at the sudden, sharp pain.

He found it, and the moment he applied pressure, her mouth involuntarily parted, a small gasp escaping her lips as the pain radiated through her head and down her jaw. She could feel her will start to slip, the desperate refusal in her chest faltering.

"Open your mouth," Keiji repeated, his voice now cold and demanding.

The pressure on her jaw only increased, and she clenched her teeth against it, trying to fight, but the pain intensified until she had no choice but to obey. Her lips parted, the only movement her body allowed her to make in that moment of agony.

Without wasting a second, Keiji shoved the fork, still piled high with meat and stuffing, into her mouth. The girl recoiled at the taste, the dryness, the heaviness of it, like chewing on something she didn't want to touch. Her body went rigid, her stomach lurching, her throat closing in disgust, but Keiji was quick. He pulled the fork away and slammed his hands down under her chin, closing her mouth with brutal force.

"Eat it," he ordered, his voice calm and final. His fingers pressed firmly under her jaw, holding her lips sealed. She could feel the lump of meat sitting like a foreign object on her tongue, threatening to choke her if she didn't swallow. Her heart raced, and she could feel the tears welling in her eyes, the cold sweat coating her skin. She wanted to spit it out. She wanted to scream, to claw her way out of this nightmare.

But she couldn't.

"You're dragging this on," he pointed out, his tone almost annoyingly casual, like he was waiting for her to get with the program.

Tears pricked at (e/c) eyes as she stared at him, the world spinning in a dizzy blur. The sounds around her seemed muffled, distorted, but her sense of taste, the dry, rubbery meat sitting in her mouth, was all too clear.

And then, against her will, she felt herself swallow.

It was as if her body had betrayed her. The meat slid down her throat, and as soon as it did, she gagged. The sensation of it was too much - too vile, too wrong - and she couldn't stop herself. She tried to choke it back, her stomach convulsing with revulsion, but Keiji didn't relent.

He removed his hand from her chin, the grip releasing, and(Y/n) gasped for air, her chest heaving as if she were drowning. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her throat, and she choked back another sob. Her eyes stung, and the taste of the meat lingered on her tongue like a foul memory she couldn't escape.

Keiji, however, seemed pleased with himself. His smile returned, but it wasn't the playful one from before- it was colder now, more triumphant. He patted her head like a child who had just won a game.