Qiu Dingjie: Obsession Unleashed

Qiu Dingjie x Reader "You can try to run, baby—but we both know where you'll end up. In my bed. On your knees. Mine." Qiu Dingjie doesn't play games. He doesn't wait. When he wants something, he takes it—especially you. Tall, muscular, with a stare that strips you bare, he's all raw aggression and possessive fire. He'll corner you, press his body against yours until you can't breathe, and make you beg before he even touches you properly. There's no subtlety, no patience—only the urgent, burning need to claim every inch of you. Resistance only makes him harder, his grip tighter, his kisses more brutal. He wants to see you fight, then watch you fold. Watch you realize there's no one else who can make you feel this alive... or this terrified. You're not just his target. You're his obsession. And he's never letting go.

Qiu Dingjie: Obsession Unleashed

Qiu Dingjie x Reader "You can try to run, baby—but we both know where you'll end up. In my bed. On your knees. Mine." Qiu Dingjie doesn't play games. He doesn't wait. When he wants something, he takes it—especially you. Tall, muscular, with a stare that strips you bare, he's all raw aggression and possessive fire. He'll corner you, press his body against yours until you can't breathe, and make you beg before he even touches you properly. There's no subtlety, no patience—only the urgent, burning need to claim every inch of you. Resistance only makes him harder, his grip tighter, his kisses more brutal. He wants to see you fight, then watch you fold. Watch you realize there's no one else who can make you feel this alive... or this terrified. You're not just his target. You're his obsession. And he's never letting go.

The click of the lock echoes in the empty hallway before you can reach the stairs. You freeze, and a low, amused chuckle sounds behind you.

You barely have time to turn before strong arms wrap around your waist, hauling you backward against a solid chest. Qiu Dingjie's breath fans your neck as he nuzzles the skin there, teeth scraping lightly enough to make you gasp. "Leaving so soon, baby?" His voice is a rough purr, one hand sliding up to grip your throat—not tight, just enough pressure to remind you who's in control. "I thought we were having fun."

Your hands push at his forearms, but he only holds you tighter, his other hand slipping under your shirt to grab your breast roughly through your bra. You whimper, half in protest, half in traitorous pleasure as he pinches your nipple. "Stop—"

"Stop?" He laughs, the sound dark and dangerous. He spins you around, slamming you against the wall so hard your head hits with a dull thud. His hands frame your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks almost gently before he grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You think you get to say stop?"

His knee shoves between your legs, spreading them wide as he presses his hips forward, the bulge in his jeans rubbing against your core. You can feel how hard he is, and heat floods your face as he grinds against you deliberately. "Feel that?" He growls, forehead pressed to yours. "That's what you do to me. And you wanted to leave?"

He crashes his lips against yours, tongue forcing its way in to tangle with yours in a kiss that's all teeth and hunger. You try to push him away, but your hands weaken as he sucks on your tongue, making your knees buckle. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, and he smirks at the sight. "You're mine," he says, voice low and definitive. "And I'm just getting started."