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crimsonbubble · 3 days ago

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Knocked Up Abroad

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, dilf yunho, pregnancy, yunho has a severe case of baby fever, breeding kink, creampies, cum play, overstimulation, praise kink *not proofread, just pure horny*

[feel like shit rn but the dilf atz fic grind dont stop 💪💪]

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Italy was sun-soaked and dreamy—the kind of place people wrote about in love songs.

Cobblestone alleys, the smell of espresso in the air, the lilt of laughter around every piazza. You and Yunho had been walking hand in hand since breakfast, taking in the views, stopping to share little bites of tiramisu or sip wine under vine-draped awnings.

But right now, all Yunho could focus on was you.

You were seated at a small café near the edge of the square, where a local family had parked their stroller just a few feet away. The parents were chatting animatedly in Italian while their chubby-cheeked toddler stared up at you from their high chair, a gummy smile wide, hands waving toward your necklace as if it were the most fascinating treasure in the world.

You, of course, had melted instantly.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing,” you cooed, brushing your fingers over the child’s soft curls as they giggled. “You want my bracelet? Oh no, it’s shiny, huh? So shiny.”

Yunho sat beside you, frozen halfway through pouring water into your glass, just watching. The way your face softened, the way your voice changed—gentle, high-pitched, warm. The instinctive sway of your body as you entertained the baby, as if you were born to do this. Like the child was already yours.

And something deep in Yunho’s chest cracked open.

You looked so natural.

So beautiful.

So… ready.

You didn’t notice the way his hand gripped his thigh under the table. Or how his jaw clenched ever so slightly when the baby reached out for you and you leaned in closer, letting them pat at your cheek.

He’d always known you’d be an amazing mom one day. But seeing it—seeing this? It sent his mind spiralling into a place he rarely let it go.

A tiny version of him and you, in your arms. His hand on your belly, feeling the kick. His clothes stretched out over your growing bump. Hearing you hum lullabies half-asleep on the couch. Watching you rock his child to sleep.

His wife with his baby.

Yunho wasn’t a man prone to obsession—but this? This vision of you as the mother of his child had him completely undone.

By the time the baby’s parents thanked you and left, you turned back to Yunho with a bashful little smile, eyes twinkling. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. He was so sweet.”

Yunho’s voice was low. “You were really good with him.” You reached for your water. “He reminded me of you. Chubby cheeks and long lashes.” He chuckled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was heat there now. Something simmering. “What?” you asked, teasing. “You’ve been quiet since they walked over.”

Yunho’s gaze dropped to your lips, then lower. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now.” You blinked. “From playing with a baby?” He leaned in closer, voice just above a whisper. “From playing with our future.”

Your breath caught. The way he said our—like it was already written in the stars. Like you already belonged to him in that way, not just as his wife, but as the mother of his child.

His hand slid beneath the table, resting high on your thigh. “Let’s go back to the villa,” he murmured.

“Yunho…”

“I’m serious,” he said, that rare intensity in his voice. “I want to see you in our bed with your hair all messy and your dress around your waist, still flushed from talking baby talk to someone else’s kid.”

Heat flooded your chest.

“I want to fill you up,” he whispered, eyes heavy-lidded and dark. “And do it again. And again. Until it takes.” You looked around, cheeks burning, but no one was paying attention. “And what if I want that too?” you asked softly. His hand squeezed your thigh. “Then I won’t stop until I’m sure.”

The ride back to the villa was a blur. Yunho’s hand never left you. Not when you climbed the steps. Not when he pressed you against the villa door, lips barely brushing yours. And once inside, it was slow, reverent, like every touch was a promise.

He didn’t just kiss you—he worshipped you.

And later, with your body tangled in the sheets and your breath hitching as he kissed down your belly, Yunho whispered against your skin:

“You’re gonna look so good carrying my baby.”

And you believed it.

Because no matter how strong or sweet Yunho was, right now, all he wanted was to give you everything.

The villa door clicked shut behind you.

The second it did, Yunho had you pinned gently against it, his hands caging you in — not with force, but with the kind of control that made your breath catch. His body radiated heat, his chest rising and falling as he stared down at you, that dreamy gaze replaced by something darker.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he said again, his voice a low rasp. Your lips barely had time to part in response before he kissed you — slow, hungry, reverent. Like he was memorizing the curve of your mouth. Like kissing you was holy.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “That little voice you used with the baby? The way you smiled at him like that?” His thumb brushed your bottom lip. “You’re gonna smile at our baby like that. You’re gonna hold them right here”—his hand slid to your belly—“and I’m gonna be the one who put them there.”

A shiver ran down your spine. He led you through the villa, hands never leaving your waist, his touch slow but unrelenting. You could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the way he was holding back, savouring until you reached the bedroom.

There, Yunho turned you toward the mirror. The golden hour light cast a glow across the room, turning your skin soft and radiant. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lowering his lips to your neck, peppering kisses along the slope of your shoulder.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “You’d be glowing with my baby in you.” You whimpered softly, leaning back against him, your hands finding his as he slid one down to rest over your stomach. “You’d be so full, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, “round and soft and mine.”

Your breath hitched at the word.

Mine.

“I’d take care of you every day,” Yunho said, his eyes locked with yours in the mirror. “Rub your back, carry the groceries, kiss your feet if you need it. You wouldn’t lift a finger.”

His hand travelled down, stroking slow circles over your hips. “All you’d have to do is let me take care of you. Let me give you everything.”

You turned to face him, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. “Then do it,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “Give me everything, Jeong Yunho.”

That was all it took.

Yunho’s kiss was feverish, longing, and hungry as his hands trailed all over you. He loomed over you as he gently walked you backwards. Your back met the bed with a soft bounce. You crawled up the bed, watching as Yunho followed after you. His lips were back on yours like he needed it like air.

His hands tugged at your clothes, pulling them off your body as your hands made quick work of his. You unravelled against one another as the air grew thicker, heavier than the lust and love that surrounded you.

No more words needed to be said as Yunho kept his promise. Filling you up, over and over, making sure it takes. His hand entwined with yours. The soft evening glow of the sun paints your skin like silk. His praises were nothing short of soft and loving. Gentleness and pure devotion dripped from his words as he pushed you over the edge again and again.

He couldn't care less about himself at this moment. His sole focus is on you rather than himself. He handled your body with care and your mind with earnestness that made you tear up. You cling to him tightly, legs wrapping around his waist, calling for more closeness.

Had you been any closer, you would've merged into one being.

Well, all irony is not lost on you as you two attempt to expand your family.

Just as Yunho laid down next to you, the sun had begun setting, just barely peeking over the horizon. The room was quiet, save for a quiet lover's embrace as Yunho’s hand gently traced your features. “I hope our little one gets your eyes. So beautiful and full of love.”

Tonight, you weren’t just his wife.

You were his future.

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mingiswow · 22 days ago

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: vampire!Yunho x afab!reader

Genre: modern fantasy, romance, angst, smut (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 10,2k

Summary: Your boyfriend disappeared, your family disowned you and your lost your job, all in a few months, you were in the deep end, what if a promise of money and good life turned everything upside down?

Content Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of food, drinking alcohol, feeding from humans, major (?) character death, murder, kidnapping (if you squint)

Smut warning: sweet kinda lazy love making in the morning, oral (reader receiving), fingering, PIV, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, big dick Yunho, sweet talker Yunho,

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry in advance if there’s any mistakes

The smell of food was all over your tiny apartment, the discarded packaging of takeout spread on your ground, on top of your table, on your sink. To say you were miserable was un understatement.

Everything bad seemed to happen to you in the past months and you couldn’t seem to recover from it. You lost your dream job you worked years of your life to get just because of rumours one of your coworkers started, you family stopped talking to you because to them you were a failure, and to top it all your two-years boyfriend just vanished into thin air, no goodbyes, no closure, just disappeared.

You were spread on the sofa, just contemplating what your life had turned in a matter of months when you noticed someone entering your apartment.

“Jesus, yn! How are you living in this mess?” it was your best friend, Carmen, who happened to have a spare key. She struggled to walk over the boxes and bags spread over the ground. “Honestly, yn, are you still gonna be like this? You need to react, babes”

“I have no will to live, anymore” you stated as if you were saying 2+2=4. “Sometimes I wish a vampire would suck the life out of me” you sighed.

Vampires and humans have been living in peace for years now, each one in their own lanes. Humans wouldn’t hunt vampires if vampires wouldn’t hunt humans, it was a win-win. It was rare the occasions where the peace trade was broken, if so, a fee would have to be paid and one of theirs or one of ours would be sacrificed. As crazy as it sounds, the waiting list of people wanting to be sacrificed to vampires is long.

“You’re too dramatic sometimes” she rolled her eyes. “Get your ass up that smelly sofa, let’s clean this mess”

“I don’t want to” you mewled as she pulled you up. “I’m good like this”

“You can lie as much as you want, babes, but look at yourself and this trash of a place, you’re miserable” she accused.

And she wasn’t lying, yet it was easier to let yourself drown in your sorrows than accept defeat and try to move on.

With a little convincing and a lot more threats from Carmen you finally got up from your spot on the sofa, a bent where you were laying for days now. She helped you clean your apartment, throwing the trash away, sweeping the dust, wiping the ground with a delicious smell you couldn’t recognize but you admitted that smelled much better than old takeout food. You took a long warm shower and even did your skin care, always with the attentive eyes of your friend watching everything to make sure you were doing it.

Within hours your apartment felt like a whole new place and you felt like a new person. Everything was so clean and smelled so nice, you were clean and put together, clean clothes that weren’t the same pajamas you’ve been wearing for the past weeks.

“Look at you” she grabbed you by your shoulders and made you give a full turn. “A new person is born today” you managed to giggle softly, the first time in months. “So I’m actually here because I have a proposal for you” you tilted your head, one eyebrow raised in confusion and curiosity. She guided you to sit back on the sofa, hands holding yours, her suspense making you nervous. “I have a way for you to get money”.

“It’s nothing illegal, is it?” you asked, skeptical of the way he was talking about it. She chuckled.

“No, it’s not” you exhaled deeply. “But it’s not the most legal either” you tilted your eyebrow at her, how something was legal and illegal at the same time? “You see, I have this friend who happens to be a vampire and he proposed to me to be his blood bag”

“His what?” you asked in disbelief.

“His blood bag, he’ll feed from me from time to time and in exchange he’ll pay me, not only that, he’ll take care of my health, making sure I’m healthy enough for him to feed from me. He’ll also pay some expenses for me, like groceries” you were in shock, no words left your mouth. “I know it’s a lot to take but it’s an easy way to get money besides my job, that you know that it barely cover my rent”

“But-but… this is against the peace trade, Carmen!”

“Well, technically it’s not,” she explained, “you see, we are both benefiting from the trade, we are both consenting adults, and we are both consenting to do this. He’s not harming me in any way”

“Besides the fact he’s taking liters of blood out of your body” you stated incredulously.

“The blood regenerates, see this as a blood donation” she shrugged. “To be very honest, I’d never make that amount of money working full time in any job and it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought”

“You already did?”

“Yes” she showed you the healed scars on her forearm, the two dots barely visible on her skin. “There is a filthy rich guy looking for a donor, it’s up to you if you want to” you opened your mouth to speak but she cut you before you could do it. “Because I know you are very displeased with your job loss and won’t look for a job so soon, but don’t forget that money ends if you’re not earning any, and with the amount of takeout you are wasting I doubt there’s much left” you sighed, she was right. “Just… think about it, okay? It’s easy cash”

You nodded and she left your apartment, leaving you alone with your own thoughts on your empty apartment. You decided to go for a walk since you were dressed up, wanting to put your thoughts in place.

Near your place there was a beautiful park where you used to go for dates with your ex-boyfriend. The place was always full of life, the trees seemed to dance a beautiful waltz with the wind as the guide, the green of the grass always so lively with dogs and kids running around. You remember making plans with him of one day having your own kids running around that same park. “Let’s try with a dog first” he would say, he has always been scared of taking things too fast.

You walked slowly watching as life unfolded around you, the world still spinning while your life seemed to have stilled in place, stuck. As you walked you had the feeling of being followed but everyone around you appeared to be involved in their own lives and no one looked to be following you. You shook the feeling away and decided to grab an ice cream from the ice cream man that you used to always get with the man you once loved.

The dessert didn’t taste as you remembered but maybe the taste you remembered was laced with memories of you two together, happy, fulfilled, surrounded by your laughs and jokes.

Your mind was flooded with memories and what your friend had told you. It was a taunting proposal. Easy money for the expanse of a few liters of your blood. But something inside you still held you, made you guess if that was the right choice, the right thing to do. Sure, nobody besides you, the vampire and Carmen would know you were doing this yet the fear of being caught made you nervous.

After a while contemplating your options and what you would do, you decided to go back home.

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The night was cold, the wind blew violently as you walked beside your friend and her vampire sponsor, who you learned was called Wooyoung. The coat you were using didn’t seem to keep you from shivering, but you couldn’t figure if it was from fear, anticipation or cold. The man with you guided through the night to an unknown part of the town that seemed asleep. Everything was dark and the houses looked like they were empty, no lives within, no lights on.

He took a turn left to a dark alley and you wondered if he wasn’t taking you to an ambush, but according to Carmen she already has been to this place. Wooyoung led you to an old decayed bar. The exterior of it didn’t do much to ease your nerves. When you entered the place it was empty except for a single man that stood in the farthest corner of the place.

The three of you walked to the man that looked more like a wardrobe than an actual human of how big he was. Carmen showed her bite marks to the man that nodded once and let her walk past him.

“She’s a newcomer, Angus, it’s her first time today” Wooyoung intercepted. “She’s going to meet Marcus”

“Oh so you’ll be Marcus lucky blood bag?” The man spoke, a smirk playing on his lips. “That man pays his donors very well, you’re a lucky one” you just smiled, not really sure how to react or to respond.

The man let you pass through him and go down a staircase. Each step you took closer to where the real thing was happening, the more your heart hammered in your chest. You were doing this, you were really doing this. Half of you were afraid, scared, however, the other half was a little excited, anticipating what was about to come.

The place looked like a bar, the lights were turned off except for a few red and purple neon lights that illuminate certain spots. There were people scattered around everywhere, some of them dressed as if they came out of a movie, others dressed casually, others dressed to impress, to show off their wealth, their bodies and their companions. It looked like a normal bar except for the fact it was full of vampires.

You never have interacted with them before, not that you knew of, they lived among humans blended very well, their fangs hidden, their identities hidden most of the time.

When you took the last few steps everyone seemed to be looking at you. Not just seemed, they were looking, staring at you with no shame. You saw some of the vampires luck their lips and a shiver of fear ran down your spine. Where were you putting yourself into?

“Don’t worry, it’s just that you’re a new smell” Wooyoung whispered into your ears and grabbed both yours and Carmen’s hands into his. “Let’s search for Marcus, he’s prob-“

“Yunho?” You cut the man mid sentence when you saw him.

You thought your eyes were deceiving you but when he turned and his eyes locked with yours, you knew it was him. He was there. You didn’t know how to react, what to think. The man you loved was there, standing meters away from you after months of disappearing.

You couldn’t control your own movements, your feet moving faster than your mind could think. Or stop them. You stood in front of him and without thinking slapped him in the face.

“I deserved that” he said, hand massaging his jaw.

“How dare you disappear from my life like that? Without an explanation?” You screamed at him, tears starting to form at the bottom of your eyes. “Do you know how much I suffered? How much I’ve cried because of you? I thought you were dead!”

“But I am” he shrugged. “Well technically I am dead, but I’m alive as well” he sighed. “What I’m trying to say is that I couldn’t reach to you because someone turned me into a vampire and I didn’t know how to react, this whole thing is so new to me” he held your arms but you pushed him away. “I was afraid how you’d react, that you’d see me differently”

“Well, news flash, what you did made me see you way worse than if you just told me the truth” you were now crying, not worrying of who was seeing you or where you were.

Yunho wanted to hug you, to bring you close to his body like he used to do when you cried to him. But he just stood there and watched you. Defeated. He knew he did you wrong but he was too afraid to scare you with the new him that he didn’t think he would hurt you by leaving you behind. He was selfish, he knew that, but what was done was done.

You felt a presence by your side and a hand circled your shoulders. You looked to the side to find a tall handsome middle-age man. He held a winning smile, as if he knew the world was his. Your ex boyfriend bowed deeply at him.

“Everything is fine, princess?” his voice was deep, sensual, velvety, it hugged you in the air. You nodded. “I hope I won’t have to punish you for making my new toy cry, Yunho” toy. You shivered at the way he called you. What an introduction to your sponsor.

“I don’t think so, sir. I’m sorry” Yunho bowed deeply again, gave you one last look, one you couldn’t decipher, and left.

The man held your chin with the tip of his fingers and turned you to look at him, his red eyes watching you.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private, huh? So we can discuss our contract” you just nodded, his aura overwhelming you.

He guided you to the back of the bar where there were many booths that you assumed were for VIPs or feeding. A loud moan came from one of the booths, startling you. The man left a chuckle from your reaction and you felt your cheeks get hot. You were suddenly too aware of where you were, with who you were. You started to feel nervous all over again, your legs becoming weaker, your palms sweating and your heart thudding your chest making you alert of the fact you were, indeed, alive and with five liters of blood pumping through your veins in the middle of a bar with a bunch of hungry vampires.

The booth was silent, a silent hum of the outside music being heard faintly in the background. Two big red purple velvet sofas displayed in the place, one in front of the other. The light was the same as the main bar, turned off except for some neon red lights across the ground and the ceiling. The small coffee table in between the sofas had two cups of what you assumed were champagne.

The man guided you to sit on the biggest one of the sofas and handed you one of the cups. Even with your mind screaming for you not to accept a drink from a stranger, you took a sip, feeling too observed by the man’s eyes, as if you didn’t drink he was going to kill you right on the spot.

“So, yn, right?” you nodded. “What made you come to me? You don’t seem like someone I’d see around here” he took a sip of his own cup, his eyes always watching you attentively.

“I need the money” you admitted. “I recently lost my job and I couldn’t manage to get a new one and you know how the human world works, I need to pay my rent and my bills to live” he nodded, acknowledging your story.

“I see. I saw you weren’t one of those donors that come around looking for the fun or the thrill of it” he twirled his cup in his hand, eyes on the cup before going back to your face. “So you’re just looking for the money?” you nodded. “I get it. I thought we would get a little fun together” he smirked and you shivered, again aware that you were alone with this man. “Since you’re just looking for the money I think this will be easier for the both of us. You come here once every two weeks, every Friday, I feed from you, and I pay you. Simple”.

“Hm… If you don’t mind me asking, how much will you pay me?” he laughed humorously, his head falling back, your cheeks heating with shame.

“Don’t you worry, my darling, I’ll be covering more than you need, you’ll have money for rent, bills, grocery and to spoil yourself a little” you nodded and took another sip of the fizzy drink. “Do you mind if I spoil you once in a while?” you tilted your head in confusion. “I’m your sponsor, I want you to come here looking the finest, so I’m talking about clothes, shoes, day at a beauty salon, you name it, whatever you might want to get prettier than you already are” he extended his hand and touched your cheek softly, carefully. “You are mine now, I want you to look the best” you nodded, the place where he was touching you cold from his hand.

“Do I need to come more days than the fridays every two weeks? There are any rules I need to know?”

“I’m glad you asked, my darling” he took the last sip of his champagne and rested his cup back at the coffee table. You copied him. “I already know you don’t have a boyfriend, and I won’t stop you from having one, however, I don’t want you getting involved with another vampire, got it?” you nodded. “When you come to see me, you must be by my side, you are my companion. You must eat properly so the blood doesn’t taste bad, so make sure to cook for yourself or order from healthy places, I have a few recommendations if you might need. You can’t have sex two to three days prior to donating as well” you nodded again. “I think that’s it. Any more questions?”

“Are you gonna feed from me tonight?” he smirked again, he had a beautiful smile, his plump lips curved so beautifully. You noticed he was a very handsome man, you weren’t blind.

“Do you want me to drink from you tonight?” you felt your cheeks heat again, not knowing how to answer. Did you? You were curious, that was an understatement, but was nervous as well. “I can smell your anticipation from here, princess” he came closer, a shiver ran down your spine, both from his proximity and the cold emanating from his dead body. “I think you want this as much as I want” he leaned down, inhaling deeply from your neck. “You smell delicious, my dear, raw, sweet” you felt shy under his gaze and his words, he was charming, convincing. “Will you let me feed from you?” You slowly nodded before you could realize what you were consenting to, your curiosity getting the best of you, his aura and his cologne alluring you into his space.

He smiled largely, his white teeth and fangs showing. It was the first time you were seeing his fangs fully displayed, they looked sharp, deathly, ready to rag you in pieces if given the chance. Yet his touch on you was far from sharp, it was soft, feather-like. His arm circled around your waist and his hand rested there, holding you close to him. His other hand gently grabbed your arm and brought to his lips, where he gently kissed the skin, his cold lips making the pores bristle in contact with the warmth of your body. Then a sting. He had sunk his fangs mercilessly on your forearm, ripping the layers of skin until he found your vein. He started to suck the thick deep red liquid from you and your head fell backwards. The sensation overwhelming. So that was the thrill of it? You felt your whole body fall limp into his arms as he sucked more and more from you, moans of satisfaction leaving his body. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on staying awake, alive, but it was too much for you.

Your mind started to stray, hazy from the blood loss. Then he was on your mind. His puppy-like smile and the memories from your life before. No. Daydreams from a future together. You two running together playing with a dog at the park near your apartment. Buying groceries together for your shared house. A playful montage that looked straight out of a 2000’s romcom. You smiled to yourself with the thought of a happy life along his side. And with that you fell asleep.

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You woke up dizzy and with a headache. Looking around trying to recognize the place you were in, suddenly the memories of the last hours came like a train to your mind. You tried to get up from the sofa but your whole body was weak, drained.

“He left you here by yourself, huh?” his voice came from your side but you didn’t turn, no, you couldn’t, too weak, too ashamed, too overwhelmed with everything that had just happened. “He does that to all of his toys” the nickname again and a shiver ran down your spine.

Yunho helped you get up and sit properly on the sofa and gave you a bottle of water. You two sat there in silence for too long for comfort. Yet neither of you seemed to want to talk.

“Why are you doing this?” he was the one who broke the silence, his voice low, measured.

You sighed.

“I lost my job, Yunho, I…” you felt your throat close from wanting to cry. But you held it. “I lost everything. After you left, a coworker started some rumors about me and escalated so fast, so big that I lost my job because of it. And I can't seem to get a job now and I don't know if I being paranoid or if they know what happened there and think it's true that they don't hire me anywhere else even if I'm the most competent for the job” you couldn't hold it, not when Yunho was looking at you with his eyes, always so full of emotions, always speaking volumes for him. You let your tears fall, you let your walls fall, that was what the man made to you, he always made your walls fall down. “And if it wasn't enough, my family stopped talking to me, you know we alway had a complicated relationship but after I lost my job they cut the ties completely, called me a disappointment, a loser. I was left with anything , Yunho” you hiccuped. “I had everything and in a matter of months I had nothing else”.

He couldn't handle seeing you like that, not when part of the blame was his. He held you in his arms, close, tight. His warmth was gone but his embrace was the same you could remember. You instinctively leaned your head in his chest, inhaling his cologne, his woody perfume that you oh so loved invaded your senses and made you feel at ease for the first time in months.

You two stayed like that for a while, just the two of you, hugging each other, feeling each others’ body and smell. Yunho was killing himself inside for not trusting you enough that you would understand him and his new nature. Now he had lost you and he couldn't have you back. Not when you belonged to Marcus.

You left his embrace, eyes red and runny nose. You wanted to stay in his arms forever yet the memories from the night before and your conversation with your sponsor came back to your mind like a flowing river. You were his now. You couldn’t engage in any type of relationship with any of the vampires. And judging by the way he had spoken to Yunho earlier the night prior, you could assume he was dangerous and I wouldn’t dare to play with him and his power.

“Thank you” you said, eyes low. “For the support. I need to go now”

“Do you need company?” he asked, truly worried about your state, Marcus probably drank too much from you.

“No! I mean, I’m fine, I don’t want… trouble” he nodded and you managed to get on your feet, legs still a little wobbly but you could walk, at least until a spot you could call a taxi or something. “It was nice seeing you again, and, you know, knowing that you are at least alive”.

“I wouldn’t call myself alive, but it’s better than six feet under I guess” he chuckled. “I’m sorry again. For everything” he scratched the back of his neck.

“I forgive you, no bad feelings” you smiled and turned your back to him, leaving.

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Two weeks had passed since the first feeding, which meant it was time for you to go back to the bar. Marcus had sent you an astronomical amount of money, much more than you needed but you only thanked him, not wanting to sound ungrateful. You and Carmen had gone shopping a few days before to look for appropriate outfits for the night, she helped you since Marcus gave her direct instructions of how he wanted you to dress.

You watched your reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the person. You looked expensive, lavish. You never wore such expensive and fancy clothes, the cut was so well done and the fabrics were so soft that it seemed to hug your body. The pair of shoes you paired with the outfit matched perfectly with the whole vibe you were going for, shining in your feet.

Marcus had sent a car to grab both you and Carmen, insisting it was dangerous for you to walk alone like that at night, even with Wooyoung’s presence.

The bar was fuller that night. You felt a little overdressed when you went down the stairs but you remember this was for Marcus and not for yourself. Your eyes instantly met Yunho's, but he looked down quickly, probably not wanting trouble since the next second your sponsor was in front of you.

“You look absolutely ravishing, toy” he kissed the back of your hand and pulled your body closer to his, a gasp coming from your mouth. “Carmen did a good job making you the prettiest and most expensive companion of the night” he whispered in your ear. “I wanna show you off to everybody” he emphasized the last word and you knew what he meant.

He circled your waist with his arm and guided you to one of the tables, Carmen joining you two after a while. One of the waiters brought cups of wine for you, and you bowed your head thanking him. You took a sip of the alcoholic drink, hoping it would ease your mind and nerves.

His arms never left your waist, holding you possessively. The man would once in a while nuzzle behind your ear, inhaling your scent and scrape his fangs slightly on your neck. He would whisper compliments laced with something more than just admiration.

Ever since day one Marcus was obsessed with you, with your smell, with your looks, and now, more than ever, with your taste. He wanted you more than just a donor, more than just a blood bag. He wanted you by his side, as his companion, as his lover, as his mate, and he would do anything to have you just for him.

On the other side of the bar, watching the scene unfold and scared for you, was Yunho. He knew the man’s reputation of playing with his toys and throwing them away dead after he was tired. Yet, he sensed something different, something darker when it came to you. He observed the way Marcus would stare at you, his red eyes darkening, how he would hold you tight by his side, how he would put his body slightly in front of you whenever someone would stop by your table as if he was protecting you.

You never felt more uncomfortable in a setting before. The way your sponsor would hold you, touch you, smell you, it all made you sick in your stomach. He was marking his territory, you knew that. You also knew that you were his toy, his property now, and that made you feel a twist in your belly, a dizziness in your head, you were nothing but an object.

“Are you ready, my dear?” Marcus asked, breaking you from your own thoughts. You nodded.

He led you to the back of the bar, the same booth from the other night. While on the way, your gaze caught Yunho’s. He could read you like the palm of his hand after years with you. He knew you. You lowered your gaze, not wanting to look at him any further or you might cry.

You sat on the same sofa and handed your arm to your sponsor. He smiled at your pliance. But all you wanted was that to end as fast as possible. He grabbed your arm carefully, and like a ritual, he kissed your skin before sinking his fangs into it. He moaned between gulps, your head already starting to become dizzy from the blood loss.

The man had to take all his strength to stop sucking you at the right time. Your blood too addicting. He stopped and licked the wound clean, his saliva making the bleeding stop.

You felt your body weak again, but better than the first time. Maybe you were getting used to it.

“I’ll have my driver take you back home, doll” he put a few strands of hair behind your ear. The act that was supposed to be sweet made you sick again. “Can you walk?” you lifted yourself with some difficulty and nodded.

He took you outside of the bar to the car. And before you could even enter the car, he pulled you back to him and kissed you. You did not respond to the kiss, shocked, paralyzed, disgusted.

“This is for them to know you’re mine” you looked to the side to see Yunho leaving the place with a couple of friends.

You entered the car and let the tears fall down with no control, not caring if his driver was seeing you. You were feeling disgusting, dirty, used. Sure, it was an exchange, he would get your blood, you would get his money, but was this allowed? Wasn’t he overstepping boundaries?

You cried the entire ride back home, questioning your choices in life. But you needed, you needed the money, you needed to pay your bills, and getting a job wasn't an option at the moment. You wondered what your old boss had told people for them not to hire you and your cry became stronger, hiccups leaving your lips.

The driver dropped you home, not a word being exchanged, not even returning your ‘good night’. You went up to the floor of your apartment, your eyes glued to the ground until your vision noticed a pair of shoes right in front of the door of your apartment. Your eyes went up, following from the feet up until the face. Yunho.

You both stood there, watching each other for a moment of silence, just the buzzing of the lights and the heaviness of your breathings being heard. Neither of you wanted to speak, about anything, because it would turn the situation real, more than it already was.

You broke the silence with the tinkle of the keys opening the door. You entered but he stayed behind. Waiting for you.

“Do you wanna come in?” you asked and he opened a smile before entering the room.

You sat on the sofa and he followed you, sitting by your side, keeping a safe distance. The silence took over the atmosphere between you two. But you didn’t need to talk. No. Yunho could read you, he knew you. You were distressed, pondering things in your mind, making an imaginary list of pros and cons in silence, just for you, like you always did when something bothered you. You were lost, not only in your thoughts, but in your feelings, the sensations you felt during the night. Yunho knew from day one you weren’t the person for Marcus, nor for anyone else. You loved to paint yourself as this strong independent person, which you were, when needed, but deep down you were just a fragile being, hurt by life and what it has turned to you.

Yunho came closer to you, bit by bit, not wanting to distress you any further, reading your reaction, but when you didn’t give any, he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulder and brought you to his chest.

You accepted his care, his closeness, his silent love. Because you knew at heart that neither of you fell out of love. Despiste him disappearing, despiste your anger with him at the beginning, despiste your fear of him being dead, you still loved him, with all your heart.

And you knew he loved you back when you turned your head to look at him and your lips touched.

It was shy at first, just muscles touching each other, no movement, just feeling that you were there. Real.

He was the first one to move, to open his mouth and engulf your lips. And like it was your second nature, you took it, you accepted it, responded to it. His lips were cold yet soft against yours, moving just like you could remember, just like you dreamed on the nights he was absent.

He moved one of his hands to grab your waist, squeeze the soft skin there, and the other to your face, holding you by your neck gently. Yours squeezed his strong arms, holding you grounded.

His kiss was gentle, caring, full of unspoken words that none of you dared to say yet. He kissed you with intention. The way his mouth moved against yours was like it was made for it. Molded to perfection. To you and only you.

He broke the kiss, to much your dismay, and joined your foreheads. He couldn’t breathe anymore but if he could, you were sure it would be as uneven as yours.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” he said in a whisper, more to himself.

“You were the one who kissed me first” you chuckled lowly. “And also waited for me outside my apartment”.

He chuckled and nodded, giving you a quick peck before separating your foreheads.

“Marcus will kill us if he found out”

“He doesn’t need to know” you said tentatively. “It’ll be our little secret”

“The man has ears and eyes everywhere, yn, it’s dangerous” he weighed and sighed. “God! It kills me, y’know? Seeing you with that disgust of a man and then when I saw him kissing you tonight I-I I couldn’t control myself, I almost went after him and ripped his throat” you nodded. For some twisted reason, the way he was speaking, with such anger, such determination, made a heat crawl down between your legs. You’ve never seen Yunho like this, so feral, so raw, he was always this gentle man. “I had to come see you and see if you were doing okay, I know you are doing this just for the money” you nodded, the gentle Yunho coming back.

“I’m a little shaken, not gonna lie, I don’t wanna go back there and see him again, but I can’t find a job and I need to pay my stuff and…” you sighed. “And he’s washing my hands pretty darn well. I need to endure this, at least a little more, until I can gather some money so I can move to a new city and try a new life, I don’t know”

“We can run away. Together” he gleamed, eyes shining with hope. “We can go away, yn, be together once again”

“I-I don't know, Yun… I mean, I want to, but Marcus… And I don't want to put you in danger” he held your face between his hands.

“Don't worry about me, I can deal with that man, he might be powerful but he ain't strong” he smiled and left a peck on your lips.

“Yun… can you sleep with me tonight? Please?” you asked, eyelashes batting. “I'm still a little afraid” he smiled and nodded.

The two of you went to your room and you gave him some of his old clothes that you still kept for God knows why. You went to the bathroom to change into your pajamas and when you came back he was already in the bed, his side of the bed, like the old times.

Never in your most hopeful dreams did you think you'd see him back in your bed, laid so relaxed in his usual side of the bed, waiting for you, his signature warm wide smile in his face. You were definitely dreaming, and if you were you hoped nobody would wake you up.

“You're staring” he broke you out of your daydreaming, his smile turning into a smirk. You joined him in bed, head laying in his chest as he hugged you. “I missed being like this with you”

“Me too” you cuddled yourself more into his body as if he could disappear at any given moment.

You two slowly slided into a laid position, his big body engulfing yours. With his smell invading your senses and his coldness contrasting with your warmth, you fell asleep like you haven't in ages.

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The cold winter wind was blowing through the open windows, the curtains dancing with the breeze. Some of the yellow-orange rays of the sun that shined bright outside passed by the holes in your window. Your bodies sprawled on the bed, tangled together, legs intertwined, arms thrown over each other, your head on his chest.

Slowly you started to wake up, eyes lazy, breathing relaxed. You turned your head up, not leaving your spot entangled in his embrace, to look at his face, so peaceful as he slept, his eyes closed gently, a gentle small smile rested on his lips, almost playful.

“Like what you see?” he asked jokingly, his smile turning into a smirk, eyes opening to stare back at you.

“I like very much indeed” he leaned down to leave a peck on your lips. “Hm. I could wake up to this everyday” he nodded and you pecked his lips again.

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you for a deeper kiss, making you sigh into the kiss, melting right into his lips and responding to him. It started slow, just the two of you enjoying each other's mouths, nothing rushed. His other hand slowly snaked down your body, stopping right on top of your bum, gently squeezing the soft skin there and earning a mix between a sigh and a whine from you. Yunho chuckled between the kiss, never breaking it.

The man decided to deepen it, slowly sliding his tongue inside your mouth, which you accepted gratefully. Finally he moved you from your position and stood on top of you, propping himself up with his hand and standing between your legs, never breaking the kiss. Your tongues danced together inside each other’s mouths, soft whines and low groans coming out of you two.

His body was cold but the heat irradiating from you was undeniable and visible, the little whines coming from your mouth and the way your body would wriggle under his would only provoke him further, making him sink his lips into yours more and squeeze the skin of your waist tighter.

Your hands adventured inside his shirt, feeling his tensed abs underneath your palms. He hissed, breaking the kiss and biting your lower lip, pulling it towards him before letting it go with a ‘plop’. You kept feeling his cold skin under your warm hands before moving back to the hem of the shirt and pulling it up, taking the item off, and revealing his well-built body. You felt your mouth water at the sight, his golden skin that you loved oh so much and his built physique were right in front of you again, all back to you, and it wasn’t a dream.

You pulled him back for another kiss, this time rushier, faster, hungrier, as if all the wasted time, all the time you were apart was being reclaimed. The previous dance of tongues became a fight for dominance, a fight for who would win each other’s heart and body back first.

Yunho’s hands were all over your body, feeling it, squeezing it, memorizing it in case he happened to die again, this time for real. He lowered his mouth to your jaw, licking a stripe to your neck, before attacking the soft warm skin there, butterfly kisses being left there before they turned into sucks and hickeys, purple marks rising into your skin. He let his fangs came out and scraped them on your skin, leaving a little red path where they passed. At that point nothing but whines and sighs came out of your mouth, you were already lost in his arms, he knew you like the palm of his hand and the longing after all these months without each other.

His hands started to play with the hem of your pajama top and in a swift motion he took it off, leaving you bare in front of him, pulling out a soft gasp from you. He looked at your eyes searching from some sign of regret, but you just nodded, a slightly shy smile dancing on your lips. The man took no time before attacking your chest, mouth hungrily sucking one of your nipples while he played with the other with his hand. He sucked and licked the little nub, gently biting sometimes, his fangs scraping the skin, earning whines and moans from you.

“You look so beautiful like this, have I ever told you that?” you denied with your head, eyes hooded and dark from pleasure. “Then I’m telling you right now, you look gorgeous naked to me and by me, delivered to me, giving yourself to me so willingly” he raised his body until he reached your mouth again. “Even tho’ you are always gorgeous and beautiful” he kissed you again, hungrily.

His right hand slid down your body to your pajama bottoms and entered it, finding no resistance from underwear, and cupped your sex, feeling the already wet sensation on your lower lips. A low rumble came from his chest within the kiss.

“You’re wet already, did I make you this horny, baby?” you nodded, biting your lower lip, not even hiding the state you were, all you needed was him and him only. “Good to know I still have this effect on you”.

He pulled your pajama bottoms down and took them off of you, leaving you completely naked, you shivered with the contact of your warm body with the cold wind coming through the windows. Yunho started to kiss down your body until he reached your vulva, licking a long stripe from bottom-up, collecting and spreading all your wetness. He repeated the action a few more times before focusing on your clit, circling the bud with his tongue and sucking it.

All you could do was moan and call his name, back arching from pleasure. One of your hands gripping the sheets tightly while the other held his hair between your fingers, bringing his face closer to your sex and making him hum in satisfaction. He ate you like a starved man, slurping at your juices while his cock was incredibly hard inside his pants, aching in its confines. The man then joined his fingers to the fun, prodding at your hole before slowly entering with two of them in one go.

“Yun-“ you moaned his name louder, back and head leaving the mattress in a sudden wave of pleasure. “I won’t last”

“‘S okay baby, give it to me” he kept moving his long fingers, curling them and hitting just the right spot. “Cum on my face and fingers” you moaned at his words.

Yunho kept his crusade to make you cum from his fingers and mouth, sucking harshly on your clit and fucking you restlessly with his fingers. It didn’t take you much to come undone on his face, moans becoming almost high pitched screams as your legs shook and squeezed his face.

He lifted himself and took the remaining of his clothes and Lord! How you missed the sight of his big thick cock standing tall and hard against his stomach ready to stretch you open. You bit your lower lip at the thought and he chuckled, knowing damn well what was going through your head. He positioned himself in between your legs and kissed you again, slowly, full of passion, desire. You guided the tip of his cock to your hole and he slowly entered you. You closed your eyes, mouth agape, no sound coming, already unwonted by his girth. He took his time to slide into you, bit by bit, letting you get used to his size.

“Shh… you’re taking me so well, baby” he cooed at you and kissed your forehead. “Look at your pussy taking my cock so well, sucking me up, fuck! You’re so hot” You whined to him, mind hazy with pleasure.

He started to move, slowly thrusting, shallow at first but with each thrust he took more of his dick out, pumping back in deeply, the tip of it hitting your cervix making you see stars. Yunho started to move faster, his thrusts becoming shallower and deeper. All that came out of your mouth was a string of moans and his name like a mantra. Your breathing was erratic and your bodies were covered in sweat.

“I’m not gonna last longer” he announced, one of his hands sneaking in between your bodies and reaching for your clit. You managed to moan even louder, your voice becoming hoarse, from the extra stimulation. “Give it to me, I know you can give me another one, don’t you?” He practically growled between gritted teeth and you just nodded.

The effort he was making not to cum before you was visible but he was decided to make you cum again. His hips were hammering against yours and you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, limp from effort and pleasure altogether. His fingers circling your clit vigorously. It didn’t take you long for you to come shaking around his member, wall pulsing against his length, almost trapping him inside you. He came right after you, white painting your insides and body falling limp on top of you.

You two stood there like that for a while, bodies still connected, breathings slowly going back to normal, your heartbeat slowing down. The silence was comfortable, needed, just the sound of the wind and your breathings.

Yunho, with much strength and willpower, released himself from you and searched for a cloth to clean you up. Taking all his time and care to do it so.

“Hmmm” you murmured. “I missed this” he chuckled at you. “I missed you” you pulled him for a kiss.

“I missed you too” he got rid of the cloth and came back to the bed and laid with you, not caring if you were still naked. He sighed deeply and nuzzled in your hair. “What are we gonna do now?” You turned around to face him, hand softly caressing his still sweaty hair. “I won’t leave you now”.

“You won’t. I won’t” you gently pecked his lips. “We’ll find a way. I promise”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, toy” his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You and Yunho slowly turned to where the voice came from to find Marcus and three of his men standing in the door of your room. You instinctively pulled the covers more to your body and went closer to Yunho, that pulled you closer to him. Marcus chuckled almost devilishly and your whole body shivered again.

“What? You two lovebirds thought I wouldn’t find out?” He took two steps closer, his cane hitting hard on the ground. You shrinked into Yunho’s side. “What have I told you, darling? I didn’t mind you having a boyfriend as long as it wasn’t another vampire and what did you do? You go and break my rule!” He practically growled the words, the veins in his neck popping.

Neither you nor Yunho said a word, too afraid to enrage him even more. Both of you wanting to come out of that alive. The older man took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

The air was thick, the tension dense and visible, it could be cut with a knife. You even forgot you were naked under the covers, Yunho’s body being the only thing grounding you at that moment. Marcus' eyes, usually a bright shade of red, were dark, angry, slit, his jaw tensed, veins popping, fangs appearing.

“What should I do to you two, huh?” He tilted his head. “Maybe I should suck this pretty neck until you’re dry and make your lover watch and then kill him? Or maybe, even better, let him live with the guilt?” You gasped lowly clutching at Yunho. “Maybe I could turn you into a vampire too and kill Yunho, let you live this miserable life alone. Is that good for you?” He laughed, his men following him like marionettes. “Maybe I could rip your man’s heart apart and make you watch it and make you live with me, like my slave. I like this one” a tear fell down your eye of the idea of losing Yunho. “Oh, doll, are you crying?” He feigned comotion. “Poor little thing is so terrified” he turned to look at his men. “Look at her, boys, such a fragile thing, so afraid” they all laughed” you sensed the man by your side becoming tense but you held him.

“Please, sir” you finally spoke, voice low, hoarse, scared. “I’ll do anything for you, anything, just don’t hurt Yunho, let him go”

“Yn…” Yunho tried to intervene but you stopped him.

“Would you trade your life for the half life of a vampire?” Marcus asked and you nodded. “Tsk tsk. Such a fool. You humans and your foolish hearts full of love” he smirked in disdain. “Then let’s do this, I let your silly little lover go and you come with me, you’ll become my property interely” he laughed satisfied. “You,” he turned his attention to Yunho, “get out of here and I hope I don’t see your face so soon”.

Yunho took some time to finally move from under the covers and put his clothes on, eyes always on you, a silent promise. He slowly walked out of the room, turning to look at you one last time before disappearing.

The tears started to fall freely from your eyes, not caring if Marcus and his men were seeing you, your heart ached as if it was ripped, once again Yunho was taken from you. The older man walked slowly to your side, sitting on your bed and wiping the tears away from your eyes. Such a gentle act teeming with second intentions and evilness. The feeling of being so bare, so defenseless, in front of him sending shivers down your spine.

“No need to cry, my doll, you won’t have anything else to care now, just to be pretty for me” he stated, his hand now caressing your face. “And that won’t be so hard since you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on” his smirk was sickening, disgusting. “I’ll let you dress yourself and pick whatever you want to take to my mansion, meet us at the car” he left the room being followed by his men.

You slowly moved from the bed, moving even slower across the room. The memories from just moments ago flashing across your head, the happiness that flooded you and Yunho went away just as fast as it came. You started to cry again as you picked up your stuff and put it inside your bag. Fear, uncertainty, hopelessness, it hit you like a runaway train, all at once.

Marcus could be a beautiful man if he wasn’t so evil and scary. He was turned into his mid-forties, yet he was a well preserved man, his hair was dark brown with greyish locks, short and always combed back, styled with gel, he dressed as if he came from some steampunk movie, a mixture of victorian and modern, his skin was a beautiful shade of brown, dark, retinted, his body, even hidden under his clothes, shown to be well built. He always held his stance tall, imposing, strong, his cane always in one of his hands, a symbol of status. You wondered when he was turned and if he was always like that. Mean.

The man was waiting for you leaning his back against his car, arms crossed against his chest, his expression looked vigilant. You walked towards him, bags in hands, but his men grabbed them for you. He came to meet you and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You are under my protection now, princess. No harm will come to you” unless it’s you, you thought to yourself but just nodded giving a half smile.

You entered the car and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was about to come.

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The weeks passed like torture. You lost track of time of how long you have been there but in your head it had been years already. All you did was stay at home all day, stuck in that giant mansion full of men, prohibited from leaving, from talking to anyone, even Carmen. Even reading, an activity that you really enjoyed, had become boring and unbearable.

When Marcus called you his toy he was indeed not playing. During weekdays you’d stay at home, but on weekends he would make you his personal dress up doll and show you at the bar, from friday to sunday, everyday in a new outfit, with a new pair of shoes, makeup always flawless, hair down. He loved to show you off, to cause envy on those who were more unfortunate than him and couldn’t afford to have such a beautiful and stunning being by their side. And every two weeks he would collect his payment, his dose of your blood.

You went down those stairs once again, the man in front of you, you behind his back being followed by some of his men. You were particularly stunning that night, sporting a black striped suit set paired with a pair of black shiny stilettos, your hair was, for the first time, pulled up in a tight ponytail with a faux pony hanging low on your back.

Once the low purple lights hit you, your eyes immediately met his. After weeks without any news from him or your friends, there he was, not only him but also Carmen and Wooyoung, all three of them at a table in a far corner. Seeing him alive and well made your heart swell with happiness and relief. Marcus kept his promise and did not hurt him.

Your exchanges of glances were quick, so you quickly returned your head back forward and hoped the man in front of you didn’t notice.

You moved to your usual booth, you and the man entering inside while his men stood outside guarding the place. The cups of wine already waiting for you on the coffee table in the center of the room.

You grabbed your cup and took a long sip of the sweet drink. Each night getting harder to endure your sponsor and his antics.

“You look absolutely divine tonight, doll” him and his stupid nicknames, he never called you by your name you’ve noticed, since that would humanize you too much, and you were nothing but another toy to him. “Black looks gorgeous on you” you forced a smile.

Usually, most nights, some other higher vampires would appear to talk business or other things you would barely pay any attention to, taking Marcus’ attention away from you. However that night the bar seemed quieter and emptier than usual, no one coming after the man at your booth.

You could feel his eyes burning holes on you, his entire focus on you. Suddenly the neon lights on the ceiling were so interesting to you.

“So, my toy, how have the past weeks been for you?” The way he called his sent shivers down your spine, you wanted to throw up.

You contemplated for a minute whether to talk or not how you were feeling.

“Time seems to have slowed down. I assume I’m a little bored without having someone to talk with, without a friend” you mused, choosing the words carefully. “I tend to get bored easily without a routine, and just being inside all day does not help much” you looked at your shoes waiting for his answer.

He was about to answer when a noise came from outside. Loud thuds and grunts as if someone was fighting. Instinctively, the man got on his feet and put himself in front of you.

A loud cracking sound reverberated and then silence. The tension in the air thick. You were still sitting, eyes glued on the door, waiting for someone to enter at any given moment.

“I was waiting for you” Marcus straightened his posture, his voice stable, smirk playing on his lips, as soon as Yunho entered the door. He sat by your side, arm hugging your shoulder. “I see you wanna play thief and steal what is mine”

“She’s not your property, Marcus” the man laughed humorously.

“The last time I checked I paid for her” he pulled you closer to him. “If I paid, it’s mine” you saw Yunho’s wrists close into a fist.

“She’s a human being, not a thing”

“The moment she came after me for money she is a thing, my thing” he smiled sickly. “What are you going to do about it? It’s you against me, boy” he pulled you into his lap, holding you tight as a human shield. “And if you try to do anything against me, you’ll hurt her first” your eyes widened and your body started to shake in fear.

Of course you weren’t expecting anything from the man but using you to protect himself as a human shield wasn’t on your bingo card. You tried to disentangle from his hold but his grip only got stronger.

Yunho only smirked and crossed his arms on top of his chest.

“Who said I’ll do anything to you?” Both you and Marcus stopped your little fight.

You heard a gasp and a scream behind you and Marcus’ hands were no longer on you. You left your place on his lap and ran to Yunho’s arms. Turning around to look at the screams, you saw Wooyoung, who had sneakily entered the room after Yunho without anyone noticing, with silver chains around the older man’s neck not only strangling him but burning the skin where the silver was touching. You hid your head in Yunho’s chest not bearing to see the scene unfolding in front of you.

Second after second the screams started to subdued and, slowly, you turned to see Marcus’ body burned to death on the sofa and a sweaty Wooyoung with a satisfied grin on his face. He pulled two thumbs up to you who just started laughing. Laughing out of relief, nervousness, anxiety.

Yunho grabbed your face and made you look him in the eyes. His eyes sparkling with more than words could ever say in that moment. You were free. He was free. You two were free. You pulled him by the neck and kissed him. The kiss tasted salty of your tears that you even noticed that started to fall.

“Ok lovebirds, I know you are happy and all but we need to leave this place asap” Wooyoung chimed in, making you cut your kiss short.

You left the room to find an apprehensive Carmen waiting for you outside, Marcus’ car keys in her hands. She ran to you and hugged you tight, glad you were well and alive. Glad all of you were well and alive. You jumped the dead bodies of the men on the ground and followed the three, hand held tightly by Yunho ones.

As soon as the outside air hit your lungs all four of you took deep breaths and started to laugh out of relief, Wooyoung leaving a scream that earned him a smack from Carmen.

“Free at last” Yunho announced with a smile on his face, arms finding your body from behind in a hug. “What you wanna do now that you’re free?” he asked, turning you to face him.

You smiled as wide as him and got on the tip of your toes so you could plant a quick kiss on his lips.

“I wanna go as far from here with you”.

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stxrrywoo · 18 days ago

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JEALOUSY JEALOUSY ── j.yh

synopsis ; during a night out with yunho and your friends you're hit on relentelessly and yunho finally had enough before he was dragging you home. there yunho was determined to prove that he was the only man you'd ever need.

pairing(s) ; bsf!yunho x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 2.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut, friends to lovers ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, arguing, kissing, dom!yunho x sub!reader, petnames (baby, doll...), possessive behavior, jealousy, unprotected sex, teasing, biting/marking, breast play, rough sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, big dick!yunho, yunho is a bit of a meanie, choking, manhandling, creampie, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; another fic at besties request 🙂‍↕️ this is from yunho's crazy ass song lyrics and man lemme tell you... that man is insane.

Yunho barely pulled you into the apartment when you yanked your arm out of his grasp and stepped away to get some distance. Your eyes narrowed into slits as you watched him shut and lock the door.

“Are you finally gonna tell me why you brought me back?” You started, annoyance simmering in your gut, “Or are you gonna continue to keep your mouth tied shut?”

Yunho whirls around, a fire burning in his chocolate orbs, “You act like I don’t have eyes y/n.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You scoffed, hands balling into fists at your sides.

He laughs darkly, causing your stomach to flip, “You're flirting with all those guys, even letting a few close enough to touch you. Are you really that dense?”

“Are you fucking serious, Yunho? I was having a conversation like a normal human being.” You hissed, glaring at him, “Plus, why the fuck does it matter to you? Am I just not allowed to exist around men anymore?”

Yunho doesn’t utter a word as he takes slow steps toward you, backing you up against the wall. Your breath hitches as he leans down until his nose is just a hair away from yours. His eyes bore into you with a fire that you’ve never seen before, causing your heart to lurch.

“Why bother with other men when you have me?” His voice was low as he stared at you, your heart beating rapidly under your ribs, “do I just not exist when other men are around?”

You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. You just stare at him, lips parted softly, but not a sound leaves. The jealousy simmering in his gut was threatening to break the rest of his willpower. He has tried so hard to keep himself restrained because he didn’t want to screw up this friendship, but right now? Right now, he could give two damns about not ruining the friendship.

“Yunho.” You breathed out, fingers trembling at your sides. You felt small under his intense gaze, yet it made you feel as though you were on fire.

Then his hand was around your neck, not enough to cut off your oxygen supply but enough to have your mind go fuzzy. His lips were just a breath away from yours, suspense hanging in the air before they came crashing down on yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It definitely wasn’t sweet. It was bruising, possessive almost. His free hand fell to your hip, pulling your body flush against his as his knee pushed between your thighs. A choked gasp falls from your lips when he presses against your clothed core.

“You drive me fucking insane.” He growls, lips moving from yours down your jaw, nipping at the skin, “acting so sweet with all those guys, but I know you.”

You let out a pathetic whine as he bit down on your earlobe, mind slowly slipping away. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, trying to ground yourself. Then his lips were on yours again, hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you off of the wall. He backed you up until your thighs hit the arm of the couch.

You tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling away long enough to tear it off his body, revealing his toned torso to you. His skin was burning under your fingertips, muscles rippling as he bent down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the arm as if you weighed nothing. Then his lips were back on yours, stealing the air right out of your lungs.

“Yunho…” You breathed out when his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck before he bit down, marking you.

“I could be gentle,” He gripped your hips tightly, sure to leave bruises the next morning, “but we both know you ain’t what you like.”

Your nails dug into his bare shoulders as he pulled the strap of your dress down, searing kisses following his touch. He kisses the top of your breast before tugging the front of your dress down. Goosebumps litter your skin as you take in his dark gaze, heart beating erratically when he licked his lips as if he were about to devour you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, fuck.” He groaned, bending down to latch his lips onto the soft fat of your breast. Your head falls back with a moan, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from falling back.

His hands fall to your hips once more, grinding you against him, causing your body to shudder, and a choked gasp falls from your lips. The feeling of his thick bulge against your thinly covered core has you gushing, sure that your panties are soaked by now.

“Yunho–” You were cut off by a whimper when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, shockwaves of pleasure rippling throughout your body.

He smirks against your skin, “Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good?”

“Y-You.” You choked out as his hand slipped between your thighs, pressing right against your clothed heat.

“Me. Only me, not those other assholes.” He grows out, pulling away just enough to watch your face contort in pleasure when he presses firmly against your clit. Moving your underwear to this side, he split your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers, a deep groan reverberating from his throat. “God, you’re so wet.”

You tried to speak, but the words died on your tongue when he pressed two fingers into you. Stars danced across your vision when he brushed over that spongy spot deep in your walls. You held onto his arm for dear life as his thumb pressed tight circles on your clit, broken moans falling from your parted lips.

“Look at you, doll. I’m just using my fingers, and you’re already falling apart.” He chuckled, your head falling against his chest, “Just imagine how you’ll feel when you’ve got my cock in your sweet pussy.”

Your walls tightened around his fingers due to his words, and that only caused the male to smirk, speeding his fingers up to coax your climax closer. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, your body trembling in his arms as your high crept up on you.

“Yunho–fuck, I’m close.” You cried out, fingers tightening around his arm, the coil in your gut ready to snap at any moment.

“Mhh, cum for me baby. Make a mess on my fingers.” He cooed, leaning down next to your ear, taking the shell of your ear between his teeth.

With a few more strokes of his fingers, you were coming undone, a loud moan ripping from your lungs. White spots clouded your vision as he continued to fuck his fingers into your sapssingcunt. He pressed a gentle kiss on your temple, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before pulling his fingers from your tight walls.

He didn’t give you a moment to breathe before he pulled you off the arm of the couch, letting your body crash into his. The world around you spun as he turned you around, pushing you against the sofa. You called out his name, but he didn’t answer, only bending you over the arm, his hand pressed flatly against the small of your back.

“Yunho.” You whined, looking back at him, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes, hunger burning in his irises.

“Shut up,” He growled, pulling the end of your dress up until it was bunched over your hips, your pretty lace panties on full display. He wrapped his fingers around your waistband, pulling before letting it snap back against your skin, causing you to whimper. “We’re you planning on letting one of them fuck you?”

“N-No.” You choked out, tears dripping from your lashes from the overwhelming need to have him do something.

“Liar.” His tone was mean, fingers grabbing at your underwear once again, but this time, a loud rip filled the room. Then you heard the sound of a zipper, and excitement bubbled in the pit of your gut. “After tonight, you won’t need anyone else. Just me.”

Your breath hitched when you felt him teasing your entrance, then bumping into your clit. He continued to tease you until you were trembling, begging him to do something. Then he was pushing into you, his grip on your hips tight to keep you from squirming.

“Y-Yun–” You were cut off by a moan when he pressed further, stretching you even more. Your ears were ringing from the pain and pleasure, fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushions,

“C’mon baby, you can take it.” He told you, his tone almost condescending, and you let your head hang with a mixture of moans and whines. When he finally bottomed out, you were gasping for air. It was too much but not enough all at once, and he was reaching spots no one else ever had before, and the feeling was turning your mind into mush.

He gave you just enough time to adjust before he was pulling out slowly, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his cock. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure through your body. Then, once just the tip was left, he slammed back in, causing you to let out a choked gasp, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

His pace was relentless, rough, and mean. Not giving you even an inch to breathe, and you had no other choice but to lie there and take it. He had your hips pinned to the couch, using them as leverage to fuck into you.

All that left your lips were incoherent babbles and moans of his name, your body feeling as if it were set on fire. Yunho smirked, watching as he fucked you stupid, a weird sense of satisfaction blooming in his chest.

Then he repositioned his hips.

“Yunho!” You cried out as you suddenly came, walls contracting around him, and your mouth hung open.

“Shit.” Yunho cursed, his grip tight, sure to leave bruises as he fucked you through your high but never letting up on his pace.

Once you came down from your high, you could feel the overstimulation settling in your bones. Your eyes squeezed shut, pushing more tears out, and broken moans fell from your parted lips.

“Y-Yun–fuck! ‘S too much.” You cried out, hand flying back to grab his wrist, but he just grabbed it before pinning it to your hip. He let his other hand trail up to your neck, pulling your back flush with his chest as he bent over you. The new position had you crying out; he was pushing even deeper.

“It’s not. Take it like a good girl, you can do that, can’t you?” He cooed into your ear, fingers tightening around your neck, and your eyes rolled. You clenched around him, nodding as much as you could before you let out another broken moan.

Your mouth hung open, tears dripping from your nose as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened to unimaginable levels, ready to snap at any moment. Yunho pressed hot kisses on the back of your shoulder, watching in sick amusement as your mind drifted away from you.

“Y-Yun…” You croaked, legs shaking as your high crept up on you at an insane speed.

Noticing Yunho whispered in your ear, “cum with me, doll, let me feel you.”

That was the final straw, your eyes rolling with a choked moan as you came around his cock, and he bit down on your shoulder as he painted your gummy walls white with his seed. He continued to fuck his cum back into you until you were begging him to stop.

Coming to a stop, he laid over you, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. When you finally came to, he was already looking at you, a smug smile on his lips, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous,” You told him, your voice hoarse, and he just leaned over, pressing a firm kiss on your cheek.

“You love it.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone before adding on, “You don’t need them y/n you have me.”

You looked at him, searching his chocolate orbs for any sign that he was lying, but you couldn’t find any. Noticing that confusion was knitted in your brows, he let a smirk spread on his lips before rolling his hips slowly. A gasp fell from your lips; you hadn’t even noticed that he was hard again.

“I can just fuck you until you believe me.” He teased, fingers trailing along the plains of your body, his hips still slowly rocking against yours.

And he did just that.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

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