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[ateezscupid]

Hi! Can I get some after concert pent up smut with Hongjoong? To expand on that I mean,

Waiting for Joong to finish up his concert in his hotel room to surprise him after telling him you wouldn’t be there, so he’s excited to see you but unfortunately he’s horny from the adrenaline and needs to take it out on you (the reader). Something like that please!

Unspoken Desire—☾

Pairing: Hongjoong (ATEEZ) x Reader (Y/N)

Wordcount: 3.6k

Synopsis: After telling Hongjoong you wouldn’t be at his concert, you secretly show up to surprise him. Fueled by adrenaline, exhaustion, and a restless heat that only you can calm, Hongjoong’s pent-up desire explodes the moment he sees you. What starts as a quiet reunion quickly turns into an intimate, intense night where words fall away and only passion speaks.

Genre: Romance, Smut, Drama, Fluff (in aftercare and emotional moments), Idol!AU

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Consensual adult themes, Dirty talk, Praise and light degradation, Intense physical intimacy, Possible slight power dynamics (dom/sub elements), Petnames.

It was the day of the concert—their biggest one of the tour so far—and you had told Hongjoong you wouldn’t be able to make it.

You hated lying. Every part of you had itched to give in when he sent that soft little voice note the night before: “It’s not the same without you, love… but I’ll do my best anyway. I promise.” The kind of voice that made your chest tighten, that made you want to hop on the earliest flight right then and there.

But it was worth it. You could imagine the look on his face when he would see you. That was going to make every second of the lie worth it.

You were already in the city, tucked away in a quiet hotel just a few blocks from the venue. The pass to get into the venue later was folded neatly in your bag, your secret mission locked in place. You could hardly stop smiling.

Meanwhile, across the city, Hongjoong sat in the dressing room surrounded by a whirlwind of noise. Laughter, rustling jackets, the occasional shriek of a hairdryer—chaos, as always before a show.

He sat on the couch, phone in hand, rereading your texts.

“I’m so sorry I can’t make it. I wish I were there :(”

It wasn’t like he didn’t believe you. You had sounded so genuinely disappointed earlier on the phone. But that didn’t make it any easier. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, frowning, and wishing he didn’t feel so empty before a concert that was supposed to be exciting.

“You good, hyung?” Wooyoung’s voice cut through the silence.

“Yeah,” Hongjoong replied quickly, sitting up straighter. “Just wish Y/N was here.”

“Ohhh, here we go,” San groaned dramatically from across the room. “Can we go one day without Loverboy Joong getting all mopey?”

“I’m not mopey,” Hongjoong muttered as he gritted his teeth. Great, here they go again with the teasing.

“Yes, you are,” Yeosang said without looking up from his mirror. “You sighed seven times during soundcheck.”

“And you checked your phone like it was your heart monitor,” Seonghwa added with a laugh.

Hongjoong scowled but didn’t argue. It was kind of true. Even Jongho, who usually stayed out of the teasing, gave a quiet grin. “He’s definitely in his feelings.”

“Bro, you literally saw her two weeks ago,” Mingi said with a mouthful of energy bar. “You act like she’s stationed overseas.”

“Shut up,” Hongjoong muttered, cheeks pink. “Y’all don’t get it.”

“Oh no, we get it,” Yunho said, plopping down beside him. “We just love watching you be soft. It’s fun.”

“I’m not soft,” he tried.

Everyone turned.

“I’m not!” he insisted. “I’m just… I don’t know. She keeps me balanced.”

It was quiet for a second.  Then Wooyoung gasped dramatically. “That’s so romantic! Get this man a poetry book and some tissues. It’ll be the new Taylor Swift song!”

Laughter broke out again, bouncing off the walls. Hongjoong rolled his eyes and tried not to smile, even though it did tug at his mouth a little.

He did miss you. Every part of him. Your voice, your scent, your chaotic texting at midnight. The way you always told him to eat before practice, even though he swore he’d be fine. Your touch when he came back was sore. Your voice when he couldn’t sleep. Your presence—even in silence—kept him steady.

Touring was never easy. But without you in the crowd, it always felt like something was offbeat.

“I think I’m just used to seeing her at these things,” he said finally, staring at the floor. “Like… knowing she’s there. Watching. It helps me push harder.”

“You say that like you don’t already push yourself into the hospital,” Yunho muttered.

“That’s different,” Hongjoong said, shaking his head. “When she’s there, it’s not pressure. It’s purpose.”

A pause.

“That’s disgusting,” San announced, and everyone groaned with laughter again.

Before Hongjoong could throw a pillow at him, the door creaked open and one of the stylists poked her head in. “Ten minutes, guys.”

“Time to shine,” Yeosang said, adjusting his collar. 

The energy in the room shifted instantly. Outfits were checked, shoes double-knotted, microphones adjusted. The usual chaos resumed, like flipping a switch. Hongjoong stood and grabbed his jacket, brushing imaginary lint from the shoulder. But that little weight inside him—the one that only you could ease—was still sitting heavy in his chest.

He looked down at his phone one more time.

“I love you. I’ll be watching from afar. Kill it out there! <3”

He smiled at the screen, thumbing the message gently like it could bring you closer. “Yeah,” he whispered to himself. “I’ll make you proud.”

Outside, the sound of the crowd was growing louder, vibrating through the floor, shaking the walls with their energy. His heart started to race—not just from nerves, but adrenaline, anticipation.

Excitement. Hunger.

“Let’s go,” Jongho called, already halfway out the door.

“Let’s give them hell,” San added with a grin. Mingi barked per usual.

Hongjoong followed them out, tucking his phone into his back pocket. He couldn’t know what was waiting for him later tonight. The surprise. The reward. The way your body would feel in his arms after all this time.

But something about tonight felt different.

And it hadn’t even started yet.

The concert was electric.

The stage lights had barely cooled, and Hongjoong’s pulse was still racing as they finished their send-off, waving one last time to the screaming crowd. His cheeks ached from smiling. His voice was hoarse. Sweat clung to his skin like a second layer.

And yet, as soon as they exited the stage, as soon as the venue doors closed behind them, the energy around him began to dim.

He pulled his in-ears out with a sigh, blinking under the cool fluorescent lights of the hallway. Fans were still chanting outside. Staff buzzed around them with congratulations and instructions. The members were all giddy—Wooyoung was recounting his favorite part of the performance, San was hyped from the crowd’s energy, and Jongho was practically bouncing down the corridor.

But Hongjoong felt… restless.

Not unhappy. Not ungrateful. Just… like something was missing.

He reached for his phone the second they stepped into the loading area, splitting into two separate vans. A breeze brushed against his damp neck as he slid into the backseat, tapping on your contact out of instinct.

No notifications. No missed calls. No message.

His stomach sank just a little. You’d said you’d be watching the livestream. You’d said you’d text him right after to tell him how proud you were. Maybe you fell asleep. Maybe you were just giving him space.

But his chest still tightened in that stupid, clingy way it always did when he missed you more than he wanted to admit.

The van started to move, rumbling softly down the dark streets of the city. It was pitch black inside, windows tinted and interior lights off. Just him and the hum of the road.

His body should’ve been exhausted. Every part of him ached, especially after the high-energy closing set. But adrenaline was still burning in his veins. That hot, coiled tension in his stomach hadn’t eased since they walked offstage. He shifted in his seat, exhaling slowly.

Part of it was the crowd. The cheers, the screams of his name—it always made him feel powerful. Wanted. Alive.

Part of it was you. Or rather… the lack of you. Your absence clung to him like sweat. Sticky. Uncomfortable. When he imagined opening his hotel room and seeing your smile… only to remember you weren’t there—it made his fists clench just a little.

The teasing from the other members didn’t help either. San is joking that he’d write a sad ballad in your name. Wooyoung mimicking him, saying, “She gives me purpose.”

He chuckled under his breath at the memory, but it fizzled fast. Because now, he was alone in the dark van with the echo of your voice in his head and the ghost of your fingers on his skin.

By the time they pulled into the hotel, he was quiet. Thoughtful. Still buzzing with energy, but nowhere to put it.

The members shuffled out in small groups, voices low as they slipped past the lobby and into the elevators. A few fans lingered outside, but security moved swiftly, keeping things smooth and professional.

Inside the elevator, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Mingi and Yeosang. The ride was silent except for the soft ding of passing floors and the rustle of jackets. Everyone was crashing. Coming down from the high. Planning snacks, showers, sleep.

Hongjoong barely heard them.

All he could think about was your last message. The quiet ache in his chest. And how badly he wanted to hold you.

Even just for a second.

The elevator chimed on their floor. One by one, the members peeled off—soft “goodnights” and muttered plans for breakfast.

“Night, hyung,” Mingi said, slipping into his room.

“Don’t mope too hard,” Wooyoung whispered with a wink before his door shut.

Hongjoong snorted but didn’t answer. He walked a little slower toward his door, pulling out his key card, staring at the handle like it could change something.

The hallway was quiet. Just the low hum of the lights overhead and the thump of his pulse in his ears.

He sighed.

Then, he swiped the card.

The lock clicked.

He pushed the door open—

—and nearly jumped out of his skin.

“SURPRISE!” you shouted, popping up right in front of him.

His heart nearly exploded.

His entire body froze for a second—processing the shock, the sudden presence, the voice he’d been craving, the face he’d missed more than he could explain.

And then it hit him.

“You—What?!”

You barely had time to grin before he surged forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest so tightly it knocked the breath from your lungs.

“What the hell—” he murmured against your hair, breath shaky, voice hoarse. “You lied to me. You said—” He cut himself off, pulling back just enough to stare at you, eyes wide and gleaming. “You’re really here?”

You nodded, lips curved in a playful smile. “I couldn’t stay away.”

A sound came from him—half laugh, half groan. He cupped your face with both hands like he was afraid you’d vanish.

“Do you know what you just did to my heart?” he whispered.

“Payback,” you teased. “For making me fall in love with you, obviously.”

He kissed you then. Hard. Messy. Full of emotion. His mouth crashed into yours like he’d been holding it back for weeks—because he had.

His body trembled slightly against yours, not from exhaustion, but from pure tension. The kind he’d been swallowing down all night. Every muscle was coiled. Every breath was laced with heat.

He pressed his forehead to yours, panting. “You have no idea… how bad I needed you tonight.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think I might.”

He was still holding you tightly, and you could feel him—his chest rising fast, the strain of his arms, the barely-there rock of his hips as he tried to ground himself.

The door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly, you were alone in his dimly lit room.

And now that the surprise had passed… There was only him.

The way he looked at you. The heat in his eyes. The low, burning frustration still simmering from the concert and every second without your hands on him.

You swallowed.

He licked his lips slowly, voice dropping.

“Strip.”

You blinked. The word hit you harder than it should have, echoing in the quiet hotel room like a command sent straight to your core.

“…What?” you breathed, eyes wide. His words were so sudden. 

Your voice was shaky, and your cheeks were already burning hot. You stood frozen near the bed, heart racing out of control. The tension radiating off Hongjoong was overwhelming. He hadn’t even shut the door behind him yet, but it didn’t matter. His eyes were glued to your body like you were a fantasy he couldn’t believe was real.

He moved toward you slowly, like a predator, stopping just inches away. One hand came up and grabbed your chin—not hard, just firm enough to hold you still. His thumb brushed along your jaw as he tilted your head up.

“I said, strip,” he repeated, voice low and gravelly from shouting lyrics all night. His eyes were dark. Heavy. Filled with frustration, heat, and something ravenous. “Be a good girl and take your clothes off, baby.”

Your thighs squeezed together automatically.

You whined, soft and embarrassed, but you obeyed.

You reached for the hem of your hoodie—his hoodie—and dragged it over your head. His eyes didn’t leave you, not even when it got caught on your chin for a second. You were already soaked. Just from his voice. His stare. The raw tension clinging to him like sweat.

When the hoodie fell to the floor, Hongjoong’s gaze dropped to your chest—just a thin lace bra covering your nipples.

“Fuck,” he whispered, hands flexing at his sides.

You tugged your skirt down next, leaving yourself in just the lace set underneath. Matching. Soft. Sheer enough for him to see how wet the fabric had become.

“Off,” he said again, voice sharper now. “All of it.”

You hesitated, swallowing thickly. But you reached behind your back, unhooked your bra, and let it fall.

Then the panties followed—slowly, teasingly.

As soon as you stepped out of them, Hongjoong exhaled hard through his nose like he was physically holding himself back.

“You’re dripping, princess,” he muttered, finally stepping closer. “Were you wet before I even got here?”

You nodded, barely able to breathe. “I was thinking about you… I wanted you so bad.”

“Yeah?” His hand cupped your cheek. “You sit in here waiting like my perfect little gift, but you’re the one getting off on the idea of me ruining you?”

You whimpered at his tone.

“You needy little thing,” he breathed, stepping behind you now, one hand sliding down your belly, between your thighs. “You need me to fuck it out of you?”

“Please,” you gasped. “Joong—”

Two fingers slid through your folds, and he groaned at how wet you were. He didn’t even tease. He just slipped two fingers inside you, curling deep.

“Goddamn,” he hissed. “So fucking tight. All this for me?”

“Only for you,” you moaned, hands gripping the edge of the dresser beside you as he fingered you from behind. “F- fuck.”

He pressed his chest to your back and whispered against your ear. “That’s right. You’re mine.”

The moment he pulled his fingers out, he sucked them into his mouth, moaning around the taste. Then, without a word, he pushed you toward the bed. You stumbled back until the backs of your knees hit the mattress.

“Lie down. On your back. Spread your legs.”

You scrambled onto the bed, heat flooding through your entire body. Your legs shook as you opened them for him.

He stripped fast. Tossed his jacket. Yanked his shirt over his head. His belt unbuckled with a sharp clink that sent a jolt straight through your core. And when he shoved his pants and boxers down, your mouth actually watered.

“Look at you,” he muttered, crawling over you, cock thick and leaking at the tip. “Fucking glowing. All flushed and messy, just for me.”

“Need you inside,” you whispered, completely wrecked already. “Please—”

“Patience, princess,” he smirked, rubbing himself along your folds. “You’ll take every inch when I say.”

He lined himself up, sliding the head of his cock through your wetness a few times, teasing your clit just to hear you gasp.

Then he pushed in.

Slow. Thick. Deep.

Your jaw dropped open as you felt yourself stretch around him—your back arching instantly, fingers clutching his shoulders.

“Shit—so tight,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. “Fucking made for me.”

He didn’t move right away. He just stayed deep, his forehead pressing against yours, breathing heavy.

“Look at me, baby.”

You opened your eyes—glassy, needy—and found him staring down at you like you were his whole world.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped.

He pulled out almost completely—then slammed back in.

You screamed. At this point, you weren't even thinking if the members heard. Hongjoong didn't care, though. He wanted them to hear you. 

“That’s right,” he growled, snapping his hips into you again, harder this time. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours!” you cried out, voice cracking as your nails dug into his back. “I’m all yours, Joong—”

He let out a low, satisfied groan and started thrusting into you with steady, punishing strokes. Every time he bottomed out, your body jolted with the impact. Your hands scrambled across his shoulders, his arms, the sheets—trying to ground yourself as he fucked you like he’d been craving it for weeks.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the hotel room, mixed with your breathless moans and his guttural grunts.

“God, you take me so fucking well,” he panted against your neck. “Like your body knows I’m the only one who gets to do this to you.”

You could barely respond. Your lips trembled, your thoughts scattered. He felt too good. The stretch, the depth, the way he filled you so perfectly—you were losing yourself in it.

Hongjoong reached between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced fingers. He circled it mercilessly, eyes locked on your face.

“You gonna cum already, baby?” he asked, voice drenched in cocky amusement. “Didn’t even take ten minutes.”

“I-I can’t—” you whimpered, thighs starting to shake. “Baby, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled. “You’re gonna cum all over this cock like a good fucking girl.”

His fingers moved faster. His thrusts became sharper, deeper. And you broke.

“Let them hear you. Let them know you're mine.”

Your orgasm ripped through you without warning—hot and overwhelming. You sobbed his name as your walls clamped down around him, legs trembling as your body convulsed under his weight.

“That’s it,” he hissed, fucking you through it. “Just like that, baby. Look at this pussy, clenching so tight. So fucking wet for me.”

You were breathless, wrecked, but he wasn’t done.

He pulled out suddenly, and you let out a needy whine—your body already aching for more.

“Turn over,” he ordered. “Hands on the headboard.”

You obeyed without thinking. The sheets burned against your skin as you flipped onto your stomach and crawled up the bed, gripping the headboard like your life depended on it.

He climbed up behind you and yanked your hips up, positioning you exactly how he wanted—ass in the air, chest pressed to the mattress.

He lined himself up again, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing with slow, tantalizing strokes that made your breath hitch and your body tremble with need. Then, without warning, he thrust in deep and hard, stretching you fully as he filled you completely.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your hands clutching the headboard as your body instinctively arched to meet his powerful rhythm. His hips slammed into you relentlessly, each movement precise and fierce, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every hit.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your ragged gasps and his low, guttural growls. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the strength in his hands gripping your hips tightly, holding you in place like you belonged to him — because you did.

“Look at you, princess,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and need. “So tight. So damn perfect for me.”

His hand slid slowly down your back and wrapped around your waist, fingers pressing firmly against your slick folds. He found your clit and rubbed slow, deliberate circles that sent sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making your thighs tremble beneath him.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered hot against your ear, his breath warm and ragged. “Want me to make you come again, right here on my cock?”

“Please, Joong,” you gasped, your voice trembling with desperation. “I need it.”

He didn’t relent. Instead, he kissed the shell of your ear, his teeth grazing lightly as his hips moved faster, harder — relentless in their rhythm.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want this.”

Your muscles clenched tightly, your body trembling as the second orgasm tore through you like a storm, waves of bliss crashing over every nerve ending. You cried out his name, voice breaking, hands gripping the headboard so tightly your knuckles went white.

Hongjoong groaned deep in his chest, thrusting harder, matching your frantic rhythm. His hips snapped sharply, pounding into you with unyielding force, his cock filling you as you rode out your high together.

“That’s my good girl–” he panted, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You feel so fucking good..”

Your body was spent but still trembling, sweat slicking your skin as you both gasped for breath. Finally, he pulled out slowly, his cock slick and leaking as he collapsed beside you. His cum dripping out.

His arms wrapped around your trembling form, holding you close as you melted into his warmth.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, voice soft and full of something deeper than lust. “Don’t ever leave me waiting like that again, okay?”

You smiled weakly, heart pounding, cheeks flushed. “Never,” you promised.

He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face and kissed your temple gently.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now, let me hold you.”

Wrapped in his arms, safe and utterly loved, you finally let yourself relax — the last bits of tension melting away as your breathing slowed, your heart settling.

His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back as you drifted closer to sleep, knowing that no matter what, you were his. And he was yours.

[ateezscupid]

─── 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝒀𝑶𝑼.. ꕮ 008 ─ Eyes Open.

SUMMARY / Yunho's obsession becomes worse as he begins to stalk you openly. You try the police, but they're skeptical due to his clean record. You're forced to take matters into your own hands, and instead of listening to your friends, you stay with him.

WARNINGS ✩ ANGST, Sensitive Topics!! (death, murder, stalking, abuse), yunho almost loses himself when you block his number, reader is stalked (by yunho), bestfriend yunjin is pressuring you to call the cops, angst angst angst blah blah

WORD COUNT ✩ 4,52k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @hoe4yunho @prettylilack @lustfxq @shownumiss @hwxbibi@nneteyamss @joonhasjiminsjams @herpoetryprincess @napipope-ta @wyrated @leeseokiwi @trinityobsessesovatings @kittykat-25 @yourallaround-simp @ewsnup @kysstar @tunafishyfishylike @hwxbibi @hannieblue128 @piecessoull @heiswan @0323yuyu1024

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST / REQUEST ─── Next Chapter ౨ৎ 

Yunho was going insane. The thoughts of you swirled around in his mind like a tornado of obsession, each one more intense than the last. He found himself on his knees, trembling as he held the phone tightly in his grip.

Every message he's tried to send you wasn't being delivered.

Did you block his number? He couldn't believe it. He'd thought he'd been so careful, so perfect in his approach. But apparently, not perfect enough. Yunho's eyes scanned the messages on his screen, each one more desperate than the last. "Babe, you there?" "Missing U." "Let's talk." The unanswered messages grew into a mountain of despair. He clutched the phone, the coldness of it a stark contrast to the heat of his emotions.

His apartment was in shambles. It's been days since you guys slept together and he hadn't been able to get you out of his head. The photos he'd taken of you were scattered across the floor, a sad reminder of the moments he'd had and feared he'd never get again. Yunho felt like he was losing it. He'd never felt this way before. This wasn't supposed to happen.

He knew he'd crossed the line. You weren't like the others. You weren't supposed to find out about his dark hobby. He'd been so careful, meticulous in his planning and execution. But you had seen. You had seen the monster he kept hidden behind a facade of charm and good looks.

God, he should've just killed you right then and there! Then none of this would be happening to him! His chest was tightening and his breaths were shallow, his thoughts racing like a car on fire. He had to calm down. Yunho stood up, his knees cracking from the pressure, and paced the room like a caged animal. He needed to think, needed to figure out his next move.

He had torn his own bedroom apart in his rage, the remnants of his former obsession with you now just scattered pieces of a puzzle that would never be solved. The walls echoed with his agitated breaths and the floor was littered with your forgotten clothes, remnants of a night you two had shared. Yunho picked up a shirt that smelled faintly of your perfume, the fabric clinging to him like a lifeline in a stormy sea. "Fuck," he murmured to himself, his voice cracking. He threw the shirt across the room in frustration.

Your location. He still had it, right? The GPS tracker he'd placed in your phone, so cleverly hidden. Yunho's eyes darted to the computer on the desk, the screen casting a cold blue light across his furious face. He didn't need to call you anymore. He knew where you were. The tracker showed you at a cafe, sipping on a latte, probably scrolling through the same messages he'd sent, wondering if he'd gone mad.

He had to go down there. He had to see you.

Yunho threw on a hoodie and jeans, not bothering to change out of his sweat-soaked shirt. He grabbed his keys and sprinted out of the apartment, his heart pounding in his ears like a war drum. The night was alive with the sounds of distant traffic and the occasional shout from a group of drunken passersby, but he barely registered any of it. His eyes were fixed on the blinking dot on the GPS tracker, guiding him to you.

As he approached the cafe, his breaths grew shallow and his grip tightened around the steering wheel. He could see you through the window, the light from the screen of your phone illuminating your face. You looked so peaceful, so unaware of the storm brewing just outside. He felt a strange mix of anger and affection, a cocktail of emotions that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying.

He sent you a message, one last ditch effort before he stepped out of the car. "Hey, just passing by. Want to grab a drink?" It was simple, casual, the kind of text any friend might send. But the tremor in his thumb as he hit send betrayed the tumultuous sea beneath the calm surface.

It delivered.

He watched as you read the message, your eyes widening slightly before you composed a reply. His heart was racing now, his whole body vibrating with anticipation.

"Hey, just passing by. Want to grab a drink?"

God, you knew you shouldn't have unblocked his number! You feel bad for one second and now you're back in this rollercoaster. But his message is so… casual, so nonchalant, it's eerie. Like you didn't just find out about his serial killer side a week ago. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "No," you reply, "I'm good. Thanks anyway."

The response is instant. "Come on, just one drink. We need to talk." The urgency in his message sends a shiver down your spine. You don't want to lead him on, but you also don't want to make him suspicious. You sip your latte, trying to decide what to do. Maybe talking to him will give you some closure, some answers.

"Talk about what, Yunho? You're a fucking murderer, what else is there to talk about?????" You typed furiously, your thumbs smacking the phone screen with each letter. But you deleted it. That was too much. You couldn't risk him flipping out. You settled for something more neutral. "I don't think it's a good idea. I told you never speak to me again, so do that."

The message didn't deliver.

Yunho's eyes narrowed as he watched you through the cafe window, your fingers typing away on your phone. He knew you'd read it, the GPS confirmed it. Why weren't you responding? He clenched his fists, the frustration bubbling up like lava in a volcano about to erupt. You had to come back to him. You had to! He'd do anything, give anything, just to have you by his side.

His fingers tighten around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as the message remains unsent. Yunho's mind races, trying to find the right words to say, the right way to get you to come back. He knows he's lost you, knows that you're terrified of him, but the obsession is too strong to let you go. He needs to see you, to explain, to make it right somehow.

"Fuck this." He mutters to himself, turning his car off and stepping out into the cool night air. The lights from the cafe flickered in the puddles left by the recent rain, creating a sickening dance of color on the pavement. Yunho's eyes never left you as he approached the cafe, his heart hammering in his chest like a caged animal desperate to break free.

You had just happened to glance up when he was walking toward the cafe, the hood of his sweatshirt obscuring his face. A cold gust of wind picked up, sending a chill through you as the door chimed. He was here. In the flesh.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you immediately stood up, your chair scraping against the floor. You had to get out of there, had to put as much distance between you and him as possible. But Yunho was already inside, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. You tried to play it cool, taking a sip of your latte, pretending like you didn't see him.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and calm as he slid into the chair across from you. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the desperation in his tone. "You didn't answer my message-"

"There's 10 other people in this cafe, Yunho. I swear, if you try anything-" you whispered, your voice shaking as you looked around.

"Relax," he replied, his voice soothing despite the chaos in his head. "I just want to talk."

"Don't tell me to relax, you're a murderer. What the hell do you want?" You spit out, your voice just above a whisper, trying to keep the conversation low. The other patrons of the cafe were lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the horror show unfolding before them.

Yunho's eyes searched yours, a desperate plea for understanding. "I know you're scared," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "But I can explain everything."

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool despite the fear coursing through your veins. "There's nothing to explain. You're a monster."

"But Y/N-"

"And I never loved you." Which was a lie, of course. You did, and for some reason, you still do. But saying it out loud is the only defense mechanism you had left. The only thing that could possibly keep you safe.

Yunho's expression faltered for a moment, his eyes flickering with something akin to pain. But it was gone in an instant, replaced with the cold, calculating look you've seen in his eyes when he talked about his 'work'. "You don't mean that," he said, his voice a soft murmur. "You can't mean that."

"I do," you responded firmly, placing your phone on the table between you. The screen faced down, a silent declaration that there would be no more communication. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Yunho. Either leave me alone or I'm calling the cops."

The cafe was eerily quiet as the patrons took in the tension that had suddenly filled the space. Yunho's jaw clenched, his grip on the chair tightening. He knew he'd lost you, but the rejection stung like a thousand bees. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, his emotions a chaotic storm. But amidst the madness, one thing was clear: he couldn't let you go.

"Good luck." That's all you could say, your voice as cold as the metal chair you sat on. You watched as he stood up, his eyes never leaving yours, searching for a flicker of hope. But there was none to be found. You knew you had to be strong, had to keep your walls up, even if it meant breaking his heart.

Though that was the biggest mistake you could've made. You had no idea what was going on in that twisted mind of his. As you watched him get up, his movements were more fluid than ever, as if he was gliding on air, his hoodie billowing slightly around his waist. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your cheek. "I'll be seeing you soon," he whispered, the promise in his voice as chilling as the air outside. And with that, he left, the door chiming as he disappeared into the night.

For the next few days, you thought you were going crazy.

Whenever you'd be over Yunjin's place, you could've sworn you felt him, his presence like a ghost that you couldn't shake off. But it was all in your head, right? You'd convinced yourself that Yunho had moved on, that he'd found someone new to obsess over. After all, it's been a week since you last saw him at the cafe, and he hadn't made any more attempts to contact you. Maybe he'd finally realized that you weren't going to be his next victim.

Going to the supermarket, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around, expecting to find a friend or maybe someone asking for directions, but instead, you saw him. Yunho was dressed in a casual outfit, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated look in his eyes. "Hi," he said, his voice as friendly as ever, like you were old pals bumping into each other on the street.

You tried to play it cool, pretending you didn't see the darkness lurking beneath his smile. "What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

"Just getting some milk," he replied, holding up the carton as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "How about you?"

You didn't answer at first, your eyes darting around the supermarket aisle, looking for an escape. But he just stood there, holding that carton of milk like it was a peace offering. "I'm… just shopping," you managed to murmur, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Great," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Me too. Mind if I join you?" Before you could protest, he was already pushing his cart alongside you, filling it with random items that he probably had no intention of buying. His gaze was unnerving, like he was seeing right through your soul.

You nodded stiffly, gripping the handle of your own cart tightly. "Fine," you mumbled, trying to keep your voice steady. The fluorescent lights above buzzed, casting eerie shadows across his face. Yunho followed you down the aisles, his movements unnaturally calm as you picked out groceries with shaking hands.

"I haven't killed anybody, recently." He says it with a smirk, his voice low and casual, like he's telling you the weather. You don't know how to react, so you just nod, pretending to look for the right type of cereal.

"Isn't that what you wanted? I'm changing for you." He says, placing a hand on your cart, his grip firm but not overpowering. His eyes bore into you, searching for a reaction, any sign that you felt the same way. But you're good at hiding your fear, at pretending.

"Yunho, please. Just leave me alone." You plead, trying to keep your voice steady. But he's not listening. He's too wrapped up in his own delusions to hear the desperation in your tone.

"Why are you acting like I'm going to hurt you…?" Yunho's voice was a whisper, his breath hot on your neck. You could feel the tension in the air thicken, like a fog that clung to the shelves of the supermarket. His hand hovered over the cart, but didn't touch you. Not yet.

"Because you are," you reply, your voice trembling. You try to keep your cool, but the fear is bubbling up like a pot ready to boil over. "You're a killer, Yunho."

"Y/N," he says firmly, the smile dropping from his face. "I would never hurt you. I'd kill myself before hurting you." He says it like a promise, like he's giving you the world. But you know better. You know he's a monster.

There's so much running through your mind. He hasn't shown any signs of wanting to hurt you before, so maybe he was telling the truth? Maybe he really was trying to change for you? But the doubt lingered like a bad taste in your mouth. You couldn't shake the feeling that he was still the same monster, just with better self-control.

You tried to keep the conversation light, hoping to get through this encounter without incident. "That's… good to know, Yunho. But I just don't think we should see each other anymore." You tossed a bag of chips into the cart, trying to keep your hand from shaking.

Yunho nodded, his smile never wavering. "I understand. I just want to be friends, that's all." His words were simple, casual, but the way his eyes never left yours spoke volumes. You felt like a gazelle being sized up by a lion, his gaze never breaking contact.

You look him up and down, trying to gauge his sincerity. "Okay," you finally reply, your voice shaky. "I have to go."

Yunho nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take care of yourself." He says it like he actually means it, like he's not the monster you know he is.

Sitting in the park with Yunjin, she was pressuring you to call the cops. You had told her everything. But you couldn't. You just couldn't. You were too scared. Plus, he'd said he'd stop, and so far, he had. For the past week, no more murders had been reported. It was like he really was trying.

"Y/N, what don't you get?! Just because he says he won't ever kill you doesn't mean he's telling the truth!" Yunjin's voice was laced with frustration as she waved her hands around, the sun setting behind her creating an orange glow around her.

You sigh heavily, pushing your hair behind your ears. "I know, I know. But what can I do? The police won't believe me without proof, and I can't just live in fear forever." You look down at the text you've received from Yunho, the same casual text he's been sending for days now. "He's been… normal. Like nothing ever happened."

Yunjin's eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer. "That's just his game, Y/N. He's playing with your mind. You can't trust a killer." She whispered, her voice filled with urgency.

You bit your lip, looking down at the text from Yunho on your phone screen. "But he said he loves me," you murmur, the words feeling heavy in your mouth.

"Y/N, I'm so close to punching you in your face." Yunjin's voice was tight with frustration, her hand hovering over her phone. "Call the cops already."

"…Fine! Fine, fuck! I'll- I'll do it now." You finally relent to Yunjin's relentless persuasion, your hand shaking as you pull out your phone. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," Yunjin smiles at you, a mix of relief and worry. She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before you pull away. You take a deep breath and go to your map to figure out where the nearest Police Station was.

Your fiddle with your phone, rushing toward the Police Station. You've made up your mind to tell them everything. But as you walk in, the weight of your decision presses down on you like a boulder. The smell of coffee and the murmur of officers' conversations filled the room. You approach the front desk, your heart racing like it's about to leap out of your chest.

"H-Hi, um, I'd like to report, um, a stalker." You stuttered out to the bored-looking receptionist, your voice shaking. Yunjin's words echoed in your head, pushing you to go through with it.

The receptionist looked up from her computer, eyeing you skeptically. "Stalker, huh?" She drawled, popping a piece of gum. "And who might that be?"

"Y-Yunho. Jeong Yunho," you managed to get out, your voice barely above a whisper. "He's been like─following me everywhere."

The receptionist's expression didn't change, she just nodded, typing away at her computer. "Jeong Yunho, age 26, no priors. Is that the one?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and dread. "Yes, that's him."

"And he's stalking you…?" The receptionist's voice was a monotone drone, clearly uninterested in your plight.

You nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "Yes, he's been following me everywhere, and I'm scared."

"Well what has he been doing? Where has he shown up?" The receptionist's tone remained unchanged, as if you were reporting a lost cat instead of a potential killer.

"W-Well, the first time he showed up at a Cafe I always go to and he spoke to me and-"

"So he ran into you at a Cafe?" the receptionist interrupted, her eyes flicking up from the screen to look at you over her glasses. "Sounds like a coincidence to me, miss."

"N-No! You don't get it, he showed at the grocery store too a-and he was shopping with me and-"

The receptionist sighs heavily, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for someone more interesting. "Miss, unless he's made explicit threats or you have evidence of harassment, there's not much we can do. He's got a clean record, no priors. Could be a misunderstanding, maybe you guys had a bad date or something?"

"N-No, listen, we used to date! And he's been… he's been leaving me weird gifts, and he says he's a killer!" You try to explain, the desperation rising in your voice. But the receptionist just shakes her head, her eyes glazing over.

"Look, unless you have something concrete, like a threatening message or a photo of him following you, we can't just go off your word." She says, her voice flat. "It's a free country, people can talk to whoever they want. If you're feeling unsafe, I suggest getting a restraining order."

You feel your hopes plummet like a rock thrown into the ocean. "But what if-"

"What if nothing, ma'am." The receptionist's voice was firm, cutting you off. "If you're feeling threatened, you can file a report, but without any evidence, there's not much we can do."

You felt your chest tighten as the words sank in. You had nothing. No messages, no photos, no proof of his twisted mind games. Just your word against his. The reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. You were on your own.

You storm out of the Police Station, immediately texting Yunjin about the entire situation. "They didn't believe me!" Your thumbs tap furiously against the phone screen. "They said it's just a misunderstanding unless I have proof! I told you it wasn't going to work!" The rage and fear bubble up in your chest like a shaken soda bottle.

"Well now this is our chance to get proof!" Yunjin's text was immediate and to the point. "We've got to set a trap for him. Make him slip up."

"No, Yunjin he said he'd change and he is!" You text back, feeling the need to defend him even though you're the one in danger. "He hasn't killed anyone in a week!"

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" She sends back almost instantly, her frustration palpable through the screen. "Look, you're not thinking clearly. We need to get him to show his true colors."

You didn't respond, only leaving her on read. You start walking down the street, the cold air stinging your cheeks. You had to think. You couldn't just let him get away with it. But what could you do? You're just one person against a monster. You decide to go home, maybe do some research, find some way to prove what he is.

And coincidentally, you saw Yunho. Sitting on a bench. Not his usual spot… but you know it's him. You've studied his face, his mannerisms, his everything, like a book you've read a hundred times. His eyes are glued to his phone, a small smile playing on his lips. You're about to walk away, but he looks up. And sees you.

"…What're you doing here?" You ask, trying to keep your voice casual despite the pounding in your chest. Yunho looked up from his phone, his smile unwavering.

"I was just, um," Yunho stammers, caught off guard by your sudden appearance. "Just waiting for a friend." He says, his thumb hovering over his phone screen as he puts it away.

"Oh," you reply, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "Well, I'm just passing by." You force a smile, your eyes flicking towards the setting sun. "You know, just out for a stroll."

Yunho nods, his eyes scanning you up and down. "You look… nervous." He says it like he's concerned, like he actually gives a shit.

"I, um… Yunjin has been pushing me to report you to the police." You blurt out, the words slipping from your mouth before you can stop them. Yunho's smile falters for a moment, his eyes darkening like a storm cloud passing over the sun. "But I didn't. I just came to get a restraining order, that's all."

"A restraining order?" He repeats, his voice tight. "F─For me?"

You nod, trying to keep the tremble from your voice. "I don't want you near me, Yunho. I need space."

He doesn't say anything, his hands beginning to shake and his bottom lip trembling slightly. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am." He whispers, his eyes searching yours, looking for a shred of understanding. You can't help but feel a pang of pity for him, despite everything.

"Yunho, please. Just… just stay away from me, okay?" You ask, your voice cracking slightly. You don't want to be the one to cause him pain, but you know it's for the best.

He still didn't say anything. And for the first time in forever, he breaks eye contact. "Okay," he whispers, his voice barely a breath. He stands up from the bench, his movements jerky and unsure.

"Yunho…?" You reach out to touch his arm, but he flinches away from your touch like you've burned him. The sadness in his eyes is so raw, so genuine, that for a split second, you wonder if you're making a mistake.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmurs, turning away from you. "I'll leave you alone." He starts to walk away, his shoulders hunched, his head down. You watch him go, the silence between you as loud as a scream.

You want to say something. You don't really want him to leave but, you don't know what. "Yunho, wait," you call out, your voice barely above a whisper. He pauses, looking over his shoulder, his expression a mix of hope and dread. "I-I just…Yunjin is scared for me. She doesn't know you like I do."

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "I understand. I'll give you space." The way he says it, it sounds like he's saying goodbye forever. You swallow hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. "But I won't stop loving you," he adds, his voice barely audible.

"N-No, Yunho, listen! I…" You sniffle, now fiddling with your fingers as you stared at him, eyes brimming with tears. "I-I don't know what to do! I really- really like you and I-"

He turns around fully now, the hope in his eyes so strong you felt it like a physical force. "But?"

"But, I'm scared," you admit, your voice small. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to be afraid of you, but I don't know if I can trust you and it's killing me! A-And Yunjin is in my ear constantly telling me how I should just tell the cops about you and I can't because I love you! B-But you're a murderer and-"

He just listened to you ramble, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the hope fading from them, and it hurt. It really hurt. "I'm not going to hurt you," he says softly, taking a step closer. "I promise."

You nodded, trying to believe him. "Okay," you murmured. "Okay. How don't you hate me already…?"

"You're the first person who ever saw through me," Yunho replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're the only one who knows the real me." He took another step closer, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. It was warm, gentle, and for a second, you forgot about the monster lurking beneath his skin.

"I'm sorry," You sniffle, pouting even and feeling like you were going to cry again. Yunho could only giggle a bit, his eyes sparkling with a warmth that was rare to see. "I just get really emotional when I'm stressed."

"It's okay," He says, his thumb wiping away the stray tear that had escaped. "I understand. I'm not mad." His voice is soothing, like a gentle lullaby that could calm even the most frenzied storm.

[ateezscupid]

─── 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝒀𝑶𝑼.. ꕮ 007 ─ Devil's Tango.

SUMMARY / Overwhelmed by what you know, you try to end things with Yunho out of the blue. Realizing that you know, and you're serious about breaking up, he does whatever he can to keep you.

WARNINGS ✩ SMUT, ANGST, Sensitive Topics!! (death, murder, stalking, abuse), yunho finds out reader knows about who he's killed and tries to keep you, he yells like, once, unprotected sex, dom femme!reader, slight dom/sub dynamics, choking, degrading

WORD COUNT ✩ 4,05k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @hoe4yunho @prettylilack @lustfxq @shownumiss @hwxbibi@nneteyamss @joonhasjiminsjams @herpoetryprincess @napipope-ta @wyrated @leeseokiwi @trinityobsessesovatings @kittykat-25 @yourallaround-simp @ewsnup @kysstar @tunafishyfishylike @hwxbibi @hannieblue128 @piecessoull @heiswan @0323yuyu1024

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST / REQUEST ─── Next Chapter ౨ৎ 

It was decided.

You had to leave him.

Yunjin almost flipped when you first told her about everything you found out about Yunho. She was livid, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief as she paced back and forth in the dimly lit room. "We have to tell someone," she insisted, her voice shaking with fear and anger. "We can't just let him get away with this!"

"I-I can't just out him like that! A-And besides, um, he might not even do good in prison! Look, it's─I-I can fix him!" You stuttered out, desperation lacing every word. Yunjin stopped pacing and looked at you with a mix of pity and anger.

"You can't fix a monster," she spat.

"H-He's not a monster! He loves me, h-he told me he wanted to change!" You protested weakly, your voice shaking as Yunjin's harsh words hit you like a ton of bricks.

"Love? Love doesn't make someone a killer, Y/N! You're in fucking denial!" She yelled back, throwing her hands in the air.

You felt a tear slide down your cheek as you clutched your phone, the evidence of Yunho's dark secrets hidden within it. "I-I just… I want to help him."

Yunjin's expression softened a bit, she took a deep breath and sat next to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You can't save everyone, and you shouldn't have to carry this burden alone. You're not responsible for his actions."

"H-He told me he wanted to change, though." You murmured, clutching onto the hope as if it were a lifeline. "He… he said he felt something for me that was different."

"Different from what? Different from the thrill of the kill?" Yunjin's voice was gentle, but firm. "You can't ignore what he's done. What if he does it again?"

You swiped at the tears, feeling a knot form in your throat. "But what if I can change him?"

"If you're actually able to change him, then I'll be impressed," Yunjin said with a skeptical look. "But if not, you have to promise me you'll get out. You can't risk your life for someone like that."

You nodded, feeling the weight of her words sink in. "I know. I'll talk to him tonight."

The morning after sleeping over, Yunho told you he had to pick up his sketchbook from his apartment and asked if you wanted to come with. You nodded, feeling a mix of dread and hope. Maybe if you saw the person behind the monster, you could convince him to change. The drive there was filled with awkward silence, the tension palpable in the air.

When you arrived, his apartment was clean and organized, the same way it was yesterday when you had to grab your book. But now, it felt eerie, as if the walls were closing in on you with every step you took. You followed him into the living room, your heart racing with every beat. "I, uh, need to talk to you, Yunho," you began, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Hold on a sec, I'll be right back. My book's in my room." He said with a small smile, disappearing down the hallway. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. As you heard his footsteps fade, you pulled out your phone, your fingers trembling as you typed out a text to Yunjin. 'I'm at his place. I'll keep you updated. Stay safe, okay?'

Wait.

Something felt off.

You looked at his bedroom door. You felt a chill run up your spine. Something was off but you couldn't quite figure out what it was. You decided to follow him. "Yunho?" You called out softly as you walked down the hallway. The apartment was eerily quiet except for the faint sound of a TV in the background. "Yunho?" You called out again, a bit louder this time.

You grabbed onto his door handle and pushed it open, only to find his room as neat as the rest of the apartment. The TV played a news report on mute, and his bed was made with sharp hospital corners. But something didn't sit right with you. You felt like you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you scanned the room.

He wasn't anywhere to be found. "Yunho?" You called out, louder this time. The TV flickered in the otherwise still room. You took a cautious step in, glancing around for any sign of him. Your heart was racing now. Something was definitely off. You heard a soft thud from the closet. You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

You saw his head peek from the closet, a sheepish smile on his face. "Surprise," he whispered, stepping out with his favorite sketchbook in hand. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. You knew you couldn't ignore what you had found out about him anymore.

"I thought something happened since you got so quiet," You said, trying to play it cool despite the thud of your heart in your chest.

"Hm." He chuckles softly, tapping his fingers on his sketchbook as he glances back toward his closet. "You, uh, you went through my stuff?"

Your heart dropped.

You took a step back, your voice shaking as you held up your phone. "N-no, I just… I just dropped my phone, and it, uh, hit the floor," you lied, hoping he couldn't see the fear in your eyes.

"You dropped your phone yesterday… and it ended up in my closet?" He tilts his head with a small smile on his face. You nod rapidly, hoping your lie would hold up. "Huh."

You gulp, trying to calm the storm brewing in your chest. "I-I should go," you mumble, taking a step back toward the door.

And within seconds, his hand was on the door, slamming it shut before you could react. Panic flooded through you like a tsunami. "Yunho, w-what are you doing?" You stuttered out, trying to push the door open. It didn't budge.

"You know, don't you?" Yunho's smile faded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stepped closer to you. "That's why you've been scared of me."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about.." You say, your voice shaking as you take a step back from him. His eyes bore into yours, searching for the truth.

"Don't lie to me," He says, his voice dangerously low. "You've been acting differently ever since I came over last night."

You swallow hard, trying to keep the fear from showing on your face. "I-I just, I had a weird dream, that's all."

"What has Yunjin been telling you?" He asks, his tone still calm but the tension in his body was unmistakable.

"N-nothing," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just, you know, girl talk."

"Stop─fucking lying to me!" His voice raises in an instant, and you jump, eyes wide as his grip tightens on the doorknob. The smile is gone, replaced with a look so intense it's like a punch to the gut. "You know what the fuck I've done and now you're-"

"We need to breakup!" You blurt out, your voice quivering as you hold onto the doorknob behind you for support. "I-I can't do this anymore."

Yunho's eyes flickered with surprise, then anger. "What do you mean?" He asked, taking a step closer.

"It's just… I-I don't think we're good for each other," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You're breaking up with me? Because of what, a bad dream?" His tone is mocking, but his eyes are cold.

"B-Because─because you're a fucking murderer!" You blurt out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

Yunho's expression goes from shock to fury in an instant. His face contorted into a snarl. "You don't know what you're talking about," he says through gritted teeth.

"I saw the photos, Yunho," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "The ones of the girls. And the knives and the- the phones you took from them! I know what you do!"

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before the anger set in. "You don't know shit," he says, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just come in here and accuse me of shit like that?"

"I saw the fucking teeth, Yunho! Fuck!" You yell, your voice shaking as the realization hits him like a brick wall. His eyes narrow, the anger in them growing colder.

"The teeth?" He repeats, his voice low, almost a whisper. "How the fuck did you-"

"Yeah, okay? I did go through your closet! A-And I found the safe and the broken floorboard!" You reply, voice trembling as you try to keep your cool.

Yunho's face morphs from anger to confusion. "How did you…?"

"It doesn't matter," you cut him off, the tremor in your voice betraying your fear. "We're done."

He bites the inside of his cheek. "No. You're not serious."

"I am." You nod, trying to sound firm. "We-we can't do this anymore."

Yunho only chuckles, his hand landing on your waist. "You're not serious and I can tell. You really wanna end this? You wanna leave me?"

"Y-yes," you stutter, trying to push him away, but his grip only tightens.

"You know, you're pretty good at playing games," Yunho says, his smile returning, but it's not the warm, gentle one you're used to. It's cold, calculating. "But I know you love me. You can't just throw that away because of some photos you don't understand."

You try to shake your head, but his grip on your waist tightens, pulling you closer to him. "You're scared right now, I get it. But I can explain-"

"No, Yunho. I'm not playing games," you say, your voice shaking as you try to push him away again. "I-I really do wanna leave."

He didn't say anything. Only staring into your eyes as if hoping you'd take it back, hoping you'd change your mind and that you didn't mean it. But you did. You meant every single word. And the second realization hit him, tears began to well in his eyes.

"Yunho-"

"Y/N. C'mon, you're not serious," Yunho says, his voice cracking slightly as he tries to laugh it off. "You're just saying that to get a reaction." His grip on your waist loosens a bit, but he doesn't let go completely.

You swallow hard, trying to keep the fear from showing on your face. "I-I am serious," you reply, your voice shaking. "I can't be with someone who does… those things. W-Who kills people. I don't feel safe knowing you could kill me one day!-"

"I wouldn't ever hurt you! I-I swear," Yunho says, his voice shaky as he searches your face for any signs of doubt. "You're different, Y/N. You're the one I want to keep." His eyes are pleading, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hip through your shirt.

You look at him, the man who had brought you so much joy and fear in such a short amount of time. "Yunho, I-I don't know if I can believe that anymore," you whisper, your voice cracking. You feel a tear slip down your cheek.

"Y/N, please. You know I love you," Yunho says, his grip on you tightening again, his eyes searching yours desperately. "You can't just throw that away."

"Yunho, I said I can't-"

"Please. I'll do anything I-I'll─fuck, I'll show you now!" Yunho's voice was frantic, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hope. He knew you were scared, he could feel it, but he also knew you still had feelings for him. "Look at me," he whispered, his thumb brushing away your tear. "I swear, I won't do it again. I'll get help, I'll change. For you."

You looked at him, his eyes filled with a desperate love that made your heart ache. You didn't want to believe he was a monster, but you couldn't ignore what you saw. "It's not that easy," you murmured.

Yunho's eyes searched yours, looking for a way in. "Anything, Y/N. I'll do anything," he repeated, his voice cracking. He dropped to his knees, his grip on your waist now a pleading grasp on your hips.

"Anything?" You whispered, a hint of something mischievous playing on your lips. His eyes widened, hope flickering like a candle in a storm.

"Yeah," he nodded, his voice hoarse with desperation. "I'll do anything for you."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions in your chest. "Anything?"

Yunho nodded fervently, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you with me," he whispered, his voice thick with desperation.

You had all the power right now. You could feel it. He was desperate, willing to do whatever it took to keep you. And in that moment, a naughty idea sparked in your mind. "Okay," you whisper, a small smirk playing on your lips.

"Okay?" He repeats, his grip tightening slightly. "What do you want?"

You lean down, so your face is mere inches from his, the smirk still playing on your lips. "Prove it," you whisper, your voice a seductive purr.

Yunho's eyes widen in surprise, but the desperation in them quickly morphs into something else entirely. Something darker, something hungrier. "How?" He asks, his voice low and gruff.

"Gotta tell me everything," you start. "But that's for later. Right now," your voice drops, "I want to see if you're really serious."

Yunho's eyes flicker with something close to hope as he nods, eager to do anything you ask. You hook your finger under his chin, tilting it upward. "Good boy," you murmur, watching his expression shift from confusion to something more primal.

"You like that? You like being called a good boy?" You whispered, your eyes locked onto his, watching the way his pupils dilated at the sound of your voice. You felt a strange sense of power, knowing he was desperate to keep you.

Yunho's grip on your hips tightened, his eyes never leaving yours. "I-If it means you'll stay…" He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

"Good boy," you whispered again, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But remember, this is just for now. Once we're done, you leave me alone. I won't speak to you again."

Yunho's eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of hope and desperation. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a mere rumble in his chest.

"Get on the bed." You command, your voice firm and assertive, a stark contrast to the tremble of fear you're desperately trying to keep at bay. Yunho's eyes widen slightly, but he complies without question, his movements submissive as he lays down on his back, his hands flat on either side of him.

You walk over to the bed, standing over him, looking down at the man who once had all the power in this twisted situation. Now, it's you. "Take your clothes off," you say, your voice still a whisper. He nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to undo his buttons, his movements shaky and unsure. You watch him, the smirk on your lips growing, feeling a thrill of control that you never knew existed within you.

Once he's bare, you straddle him, your hands on either side of his face, your fingers digging into the soft skin of his cheeks. "Look at me," you say, your voice low and commanding. "Look at me while you tell me you won't hurt me."

"I won't," he says, his eyes locked on yours, the desperation in them palpable. "I-I'll do anything for you. Anything."

You chuckle softly, undoing the buttons on your jeans, sliding them down your hips with a smoothness that makes your heart race. You're playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of power is too intoxicating to ignore. "Good boy," you murmur again, leaning down to kiss him hard. His hands come up to cup your face, but you pull away before it gets too intense, your eyes never leaving his.

"Now, tell me what you want," you say, your voice a low, seductive whisper. Yunho's eyes flicker with confusion, but he's too lost in your touch to question it. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you," he says, his voice hoarse. "I want you to stay."

You smirk, feeling his need for you like a drug. "Not good enough," you say, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Beg for it."

Yunho's eyes widen, but he doesn't argue. "I need you," he murmurs, his voice shaking. "Please, Y/N. I need you."

You giggle in his ear, grinding your hips down onto his. "Say it," you demand, your voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down his spine.

Yunho's eyes close tightly as he whispers, "Please, Y/N. I'll do anything. Just… please don't leave me."

You didn't answer, only pushing your underwear to the side and sliding onto him, feeling his length fill you up. Yunho's eyes shot open, his breath hitching in his throat as he stared up at you, shock and arousal warring on his face. You leaned down, placing a hand over his mouth, silencing any protest he might have had. "Don't speak," you whispered, your voice a sultry command.

You began to move, your hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him groaning into your hand. His eyes searched yours, filled with confusion and desperation. You felt a thrill of power, knowing that he was yours to command. "If you want me to stay, you'll do as I say," you murmured against his ear, your breath hot and ragged. "You'll be my good boy, won't you?"

"Y-yes," he managed to say, his voice muffled by your palm. You could feel his body responding to your dominance, his cock twitching inside of you. It was a strange, intoxicating feeling, one that had your own arousal spiking.

You removed your hand from his mouth, letting him gasp for air as you leaned down to kiss him again, your teeth grazing his lower lip. "Tell me you're mine," you whispered, your voice a seductive purr that made his body tense.

"I'm yours," he murmured, his voice thick with desire and something else, something you couldn't quite place.

You smirked, the power of the situation thrumming through your veins like a live wire. "Say it louder," you ordered, increasing the tempo of your hips.

"I'm-" he groans, the words cut off by your hand over his mouth.

"Say it loud enough for me to hear, but not so loud the neighbors do," you whisper, the challenge clear in your eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly, the muscles tensing under your grip as he repeats,

"I'm yours," his voice a mix of desperation and lust.

You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his chest as you whispered, "I want to hear it. Say it like you mean it."

Yunho's eyes searched yours, the desperation in them making your heart ache. "Fuck, I-I'm yours," he murmured, his voice barely a breath. You smirked, increasing your pace, watching as his eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

"Such a fucking whore," you murmur into his ear, your voice dripping with false sweetness. His eyes widen, but he doesn't fight, his body responding to your every move. You can feel his desperation, his need for you to stay, to keep playing this twisted game. "Look at you, begging for it."

A moan claws itself out of your throat, the sound a mix of fear and arousal. You can't believe you're here, doing this to him, but the control feels exhilarating. "Oh fuck," you murmur, your hips rolling faster now, riding him like he's a wild beast you've tamed.

It didn't matter that your legs were starting to get tired, or that your heart was racing with fear, the thrill of having him like this was too much to resist. You leaned back, letting your hair cascade down your back as you watched his face, contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain. "You're so pretty when you're desperate," you murmured, your voice a sweet caress that made his eyes flicker with something dark.

You wrapped a hand around his neck, your other on his chest as you adjusted your position, making it much easier to bounce your hips up and down. "You like that?" You whispered, watching his face for any sign of protest. "You like being my little bitch?"

Yunho's eyes widened at your harsh words, but all he could do was nod, a low groan escaping his throat. His hands reached for yours, but you slapped them away, smiling cruelly. "Keep them there," you ordered, your voice like silk. "You're not in charge here."

He whimpered, his hips bucking up to meet yours, desperation etched into every line of his body. "I-I'm your whore," he murmured, his eyes pleading for release. "Your g-good boy, fuckk…"

You smirked, feeling the power surge through you as you squeezed his neck gently, watching the way his pupils dilated with each squeeze. "Good boy," you whispered, your voice a mix of sweetness and venom. "You're doing so well for me."

You whine loudly and lower your head, moving your hips faster, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. Yunho's eyes are locked on yours, a mix of love and desperation swirling in those dark pools. You feel his grip on the bed tighten as his body tenses beneath you, his breaths coming in short pants. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" You ask, your voice a taunt.

"F-Fuck, yes-" his eyes are shut tightly as he grabs your hips, holding you still for a moment before you start to move again, grinding down onto him. His grip tightens, his nails digging into your skin, but you don't care. The pain only adds to the thrill. He lifts his legs and pulls you down, fingers tangled in your hair as he begins thrusting up into you.

"Fuck! Fuck, oh my god," you moan, your voice hoarse with need as Yunho's body moves with yours, his eyes never leaving yours. His grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he fights for control.

"Good boy, baby, fuck-" Your voice is a whirlwind of need and power as you ride him, your thighs quivering with the effort of staying in control. Yunho's eyes are glazed over, his breaths ragged as he watches you, his body responding to your every command. He's yours, fully and completely, and the thought sends a shiver down your spine. "Ohmygodohmygod- I'm coming─d-don't stop!"

Yunho's eyes snap open, his grip on your hips tightening as he tries to match your frantic pace. "Come for me," he murmurs, his voice strained. "Let me make you feel good, please…"

You lean down, your breath hot on his ear as you whisper, "You're such a good boy," the words dripping with sarcasm. His body responds to your mockery, his hips bucking up to meet yours with a fervor that sends you over the edge. You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, your nails digging into the flesh of his biceps as your body shudders with pleasure.

"Mmph! F-Fuck, yes!" You moan into the pillow as Yunho's mouth works over your sensitive neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sends sparks through your body. He's never been so submissive before, so eager to please, and it's a heady feeling. You push back into his touch, feeling his hardness twitch inside of you as he worships you, his tongue tracing patterns over your collarbone that make your toes curl.

"Say it again," you pant, your voice muffled. "Tell me how much you need me."

Yunho's eyes flicker with something unreadable, but he complies, his voice a shaky whisper, "I need you. So much."

"Do you love me?" You whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. Yunho nodded frantically, his eyes never leaving yours. "Say it," you demanded, your voice low and needy.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"Okay," You gulp, sitting up. "If you love me, then you'll do what I say." Yunho nods, his eyes still desperate. "Good boy," You murmur, the power of the situation intoxicating.

"Never speak to me. Again."

[ateezscupid]

─── 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝒀𝑶𝑼.. ꕮ 006 ─ I'm Always Watching.

SUMMARY / After a series of suspicious disappearances are linked to the same dating app you met Yunho on, the horror of his true nature begins to unravel. And when you go to pick something up from his apartment, your fears are confirmed.

WARNINGS ✩ SMUT, ANGST, Sensitive Topics!! (death, murder, stalking, abuse), reader is trying to process her fear and love for Yunho, Yunho keeps trophies of his victims + their phones (and reader finds it!), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f), praise, yunho worships the ground reader walks on basically

WORD COUNT ✩ 6,22k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @hoe4yunho @prettylilack @lustfxq @shownumiss @hwxbibi@nneteyamss @joonhasjiminsjams @herpoetryprincess @napipope-ta @wyrated @leeseokiwi @trinityobsessesovatings @kittykat-25 @yourallaround-simp @ewsnup @kysstar @tunafishyfishylike @hwxbibi @hannieblue128 @piecessoull @heiswan @0323yuyu1024

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST / REQUEST ─── Next Chapter ౨ৎ 

When you first told Yunjin, Wony, and Winter about what Yunho told you, their reactions were… unexpected.

"He said he'd kill for you?" Yunjin's voice was incredulous, her eyes wide as she leaned over the table at the small coffee shop. The afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the trio as they sat with their drinks.

"I think it's romantic! Like, y'know, he'd do anything for you," Wonyoung chimed in, sipping her iced mocha with a straw. Her tone was light, almost teasing, but you could feel the tension in the air thicken.

"Romantic.. yeah! In like, the psychotic way." Winter's voice dripped with sarcasm, her eyes narrowing as she studied your face for any signs of distress or fear.

You didn't go too into detail about what he told you about his childhood to them. All you told them was that his family wasn't around. You figured the less they knew, the better. But the way they looked at you now, the concern etched into their features, was making you reconsider.

The only person who really knew anything about Yunho was Yunjin, and she was staring at you as if you'd just told her you were planning to rob a bank. "But, like, literally?" she asked, setting down her coffee cup with a clatter.

"I-I don't think he was being literal." You stuttered, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "He's just intense, you know? It's just his way of saying he cares."

Winter rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of worry in her smile. "Caring and threatening to murder are two different things, Y/N. Maybe he's got some issues to work out."

Yunjin leaned in closer, her voice low. "But what if he's serious? Like, what if he's actually dangerous?"

"He's not dangerous." You protested, trying to shrug off the uneasy feeling that was creeping up your spine. "He's just… intense. Like I said."

Wonyoung nodded, swirling the ice in her drink. "But you guys aren't, like, official, right? So maybe he's just playing games?"

"Well.." You tilt your head to the side. "I mean, we've been doing couple stuff. Hanging out, kissing, the usual."

"What a nice way to water down how he pounds your shit in almost every night." Yunjin deadpanned, earning a snicker from Wonyoung.

"That too-!" You blushed, slapping a hand over your mouth. You hadn't told them everything, of course. But their laughter felt good, normal. It was easy to forget the shadowy parts of Yunho in the brightness of your friends' company.

"But, um, yeah I mean… he called me his girlfriend once when he was on the phone with his friends. So, we're definitely together." You offered, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

Winter nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. "Okay, okay. But if he starts acting weird, or you feel uncomfortable, you tell us. We're here for you."

"Don't take any advice from me, but the best way to know a guy's personality is to dig through his things!" Yunjin winked, her voice hushed as she leaned over the table.

"I… don't think that's the best way to figure something like that out." Wonyoung said, looking at Yunjin skeptically. "That's a fast way to earn a restraining order."

"You guys know the passcodes to each other's apartments, right?" Yunjin's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Why don't you just check it out?"

"I dunno. Never felt like I had to." You took a sip of your latte, the warmth doing little to ease the sudden chill that had settled in your stomach. The idea of snooping around Yunho's place didn't sit right with you. It felt like you were betraying his trust, but the nagging doubt in the back of your mind was growing stronger.

"As much as it is a terrible idea, if he was a bad guy, you'd know by looking through his apartment." Winter said, her voice low, almost a whisper. She looked around the crowded coffee shop, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation.

"Just be careful." Wonyoung says, her voice cutting through the laughter. She's not smiling anymore. "We're just looking out for you."

You nod, taking in their words. They're right, of course. You know that. But Yunho has never given you any reason to doubt him. Sure, he's intense, but isn't that just part of his charm? As you took another sip of your drink, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Yunho: a picture of him holding a bouquet of flowers. All of your favorites in it.

"Look what he sent me." You show them the text, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Wow, those are a lot of flowers." Wonyoung says, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, he's really into romantic gestures." You reply, feeling a twinge of guilt for even questioning him. "He really likes to spoil me."

"Well, if he's not an axe-murderer, he's definitely got the boyfriend of the year award in the bag." Yunjin laughs nervously, her gaze darting from you to the door every few seconds.

"I'm gonna go back home. I gotta work on some stuff," you said, trying to keep your voice light. The conversation had taken a heavy turn and you needed some time to think.

"You sure?" Wonyoung looked at you with a frown. "You can stay with me if you're not feeling safe."

"Nah, I'm fine." You forced a smile, sliding your phone into your pocket. "I'll just keep an eye out for any axe-shaped shadows following me." You tried to make it sound like a joke, but it fell flat.

As you walked into your apartment, you saw the bouquet on the counter, the vibrant colors of the flowers standing out against the white marble. The card attached read, 'To the love of my life. Can't wait to see you tonight.' A warm feeling washed over you, pushing back the dark whispers from your friends' conversation. Yunho was sweet, attentive. Sure, he had his intense moments, but that was just part of his personality, right? You flopped onto the couch, scrolling through social media to distract yourself, when a notification popped up.

It was a message from him, simple and casual: 'Hey, I know you're busy but just wanted to say I miss you already. Hope you're having a good day. <3'

You couldn't help but smile, typing back a quick 'Miss you too, babe. Can't wait for tonight.' and hitting send. His response was immediate:

'Me neither. I've got something special planned for us. XOXO'.

In the very back of your mind, you contemplated going through his apartment. He seemed busy too, probably at work. So you sent a text, playing it cool: 'Hey, I left my favorite book at your place. Can I swing by and grab it?'

He replied with a smiling emoji, saying, "Sure babe, the door's open. Make yourself at home." With a racing heart, you grabbed your keys and left. The walk to his apartment was brisk, the cool breeze doing little to calm your nerves. When you stepped inside, the scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a scent you've come to associate with comfort and safety. You took a deep breath and made your way to the bedroom, searching for the book you left on his nightstand.

Once you found it, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander over his things. His neatly folded clothes, the books neatly aligned on the shelf, everything was so… ordinary. So not what you'd expect from someone capable of such horrors. But Yunjin's words echoed in your mind, and you knew you had to check. You tiptoed to the closet, your heart hammering in your chest.

"Just a peek," you murmured to yourself, sliding the door open. The first few shelves were filled with shoes and clothes. Nothing suspicious. But as you reached the back, you felt a chill run down your spine. A hidden compartment, with a small lock on it. "Maybe it's just his secret safe," you tried to convince yourself, your hand hovering over the lock.

"But what if it's not?" the doubt whispered. You took a deep breath, fumbling with the lock. You stared at the lock, your mind blanking as you tried to think of the combination. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

The day his dad died.

It was crazy, but it was the only thing that came to mind. You punched in the numbers, 0-6-1-6, and held your breath. The lock clicked open. Your heart was racing so fast you could hear it in your ears. You slowly opened the compartment, bracing yourself for what you might find.

Inside, you were…disgusted to say the least. The smell was a mix of stale cigarette smoke and something else, something metallic and faintly sweet. You tried to ignore the bile rising in your throat as you took in the sight. There were pictures, newspaper clippings, trophies from his past victims. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you realized that all of the smiles he gave you, all the sweet words he whispered, were just a mask for this monster.

"What the fuck…" you breathed, your hand shaking as you reached out to touch one of the necklaces. It was cold, colder than you thought it would be. The metal bit into your skin, a stark reminder of the reality you had been living in.

As you dug around more, you found a phone. It was an old burner, the kind you'd expect a drug dealer to have, not a charming guy like Yunho. Your hands trembled as you unlocked it with the password that had been burned into your memory: 0-6-1-6. The screen lit up with messages, each one more disturbing than the last. There were names, dates, and locations, all corresponding to the missing women from the news. Your eyes scanned through them, trying to find any clue as to what was happening, but all you found was cold, calculated planning.

"Oh my God," you murmured to yourself, sinking to the floor. "What the hell…"

When you glanced back at the box, you noticed something peculiar. Fabric poked out from the mess of newspaper clippings and jewelry. You reached in, your hand shaking, and pulled out a pair of underwear. Yours. The ones you had been looking for. The ones you had assumed you had lost in the laundry. The realization hit you like a truck. He had been keeping them, a twisted memento of your intimate moments together. Panic set in. What other parts of your life had he infiltrated? Had he been watching you, even when you weren't with him?

You stared at his closet, now pushing the shoe boxes aside to fully reveal the hidden compartment. Your fingers trembled as they hovered over the weird looking floorboard. "Just one look," you murmured to yourself, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it less wrong. You gently tugged at the wood, and it gave way with surprising ease. A cold draft hit you, making your eyes water. Inside was a small space, filled with plastic bags and what looked like a… a shoe box? You reached in and pulled it out. The smell was faint but unmistakable. You felt sick.

With shaking hands, you opened the box. Inside, neatly organized, were bags of hair, teeth, more jewelry, and…oh god, a finger. You dropped the box, the contents spilling out onto the floor. You gagged, scrambling away from the macabre scene. And worse, the phones of each victim of his were found. Broken and completely out of use.

"What the fuck…" you whispered to yourself, over and over, as if saying it enough times would somehow make it not real. But it was real. All too real. You stood up, your heart almost beating out of your chest, and you stumbled out of the room, slamming the closet door shut. You had to get out of there. Now.

You grabbed your book and bolted for the door, your eyes frantically scanning the room for any sign of him. But the apartment was eerily quiet. You took a deep breath and told yourself to calm down. Maybe it was all a mistake. Maybe he had some weird collection or something. But deep down, you knew. You knew what you had found.

You shakily pull your phone out of your pocket to check his location. Still at work. You exhale in relief, your hand trembling as you shove everything back into the compartment, trying to remember where each sickening piece belonged. You don't know how long you have before he comes home, but you know you need to tell someone.

You rushed out of his apartment, your heart hammering against your ribs. The bright sunlight outside felt harsh after the cold darkness of his room. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Your hands were shaking so badly you could barely hold your phone steady as you typed out a message to the group chat.

But then you stopped. You couldn't tell them. Not yet. Not until you had more evidence, not until you were sure. You didn't want to ruin his life based on a hunch, on a few pieces of jewelry and some creepy texts. You needed to know for sure. You had to talk to him.

You hurry back to your apartment, your fingers trembling as you open your messages with Yunho. You had to see him, to confront him. But what if he's already onto you? You take a deep breath and type, "Thanks babe, got it. See you tonight. <3" Your thumb hovers over the send button, and you force yourself to press it before you can second guess your decision. You can't let him know you know. Not yet.

The walk back feels like forever, each step heavier than the last. You try to keep your breathing steady, but your heart won't stop racing. You can't believe what you've found, but you're not ready to accept it either. Maybe there's an explanation. Maybe he's just a weird collector or something. But deep down, you know it's more than that. Much, much more.

You collapse onto your couch, clutching your book to your chest like a lifeline. You want to scream, to throw something, to do anything to release the tension coiled inside you. But instead, you just sit there, staring at the wall, the words on the pages in front of you blurring into an incomprehensible mess.

And then, Yunho texts you. 'Hey, omw to your place. Want me to grab anything?"

You reply, your thumbs moving almost of their own accord. "No, I'm good. Just come over as is."

"Got it, can't wait to see you <3" His response comes almost immediately.

You sit on the couch, staring at your phone. Your thoughts are racing, trying to piece together what you've just found. You want to believe it's all some kind of twisted joke, but the evidence is too real. You can't shake the feeling that you're in danger, but you know you need to keep it together until you have more information. You text him back, trying to keep your tone light. "Sounds perfect! I'll be waiting."

The minutes tick by like hours. You can't decide what to do. Should you call the police? Tell your friends? Or confront him first? You know you have to do something, but you're paralyzed with fear. What if he finds out you know? What if he decides to come after you next?

Your phone buzzes again. It's him. "Almost there, babe. Can't wait to surprise you."

You simply stare at the text, the words 'can't wait to surprise you' echoing in your head. The phrase sends a chill down your spine. What does he have planned? You force yourself to get off the couch, pacing around your living room. What if he's watching you right now? You check the locks on your windows, making sure everything is secure. But that doesn't stop the fear from gnawing at your insides.

You had to calm down. If he sees you like this, he'll know something is up. Yunho may be a lot of things, but something he wasn't was dumb. You took deep, measured breaths, trying to compose yourself. You need to play it cool.

You shuffle into your bedroom and take your clothes off, slipping into one of his hoodies. The familiar scent of him clings to the fabric, making you feel a little less alone. You sit on the bed, knees drawn up to your chest, trying to calm down. You know you can't just sit here and wait for him to come back. You have to do something, but what? You're not a detective, you're just a girl who went on a date with the wrong guy.

"Fuck," you murmur to yourself, running a hand through your hair. You need to get out of here. Just as you grabbed your phone, you heard the door knob to the front door wiggling.

He's here.

Your heart is racing so fast, it feels like it's trying to escape your chest. You texted him you'd be waiting for him, but you're not ready for this. You're not ready to face the reality of what you found in his closet. The evidence of his twisted nature laid out before you like a grisly buffet. But here you are, dressed in his oversized hoodie, trying to play it cool. You sit on the edge of your bed, trying to slow down your breathing, trying to come up with a plan.

When you hear the door open, you jump up and shuffle out of your bedroom, trying to act normal. You don't want to give anything away, not yet. You force a smile as he walks in, a bag of takeout in his hand. "Hey," you say casually, trying to ignore the way your voice shakes.

"Hey, babe," he says, grinning widely. "Missed you today."

He walks toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist and easily lifting you off the ground. You squeal, trying to push away the image of the hidden compartment in his closet. "I missed you too," you murmur, your voice strained.

"I brought your favorite," he says, setting the bag down on the counter. "Spicy pork rice bowl."

"Thanks," you reply, your voice shaky. You try to keep your cool as he opens the bag and dishes out the food. The smell of the spicy sauce wafts through the air, but you feel anything but hungry. You sit at the small dining table, watching him move around your kitchen with ease. It's so strange, seeing him here like this, so… normal. It's almost like you're in a nightmare, but you can't wake up.

"So, how was your day?" he asks, setting the bowls down.

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "It was okay, just work and stuff. How about you?"

"Same old," he says, taking a seat across from you. "I saw you were at the Cafe today."

"You-- you saw?" you ask, your voice cracking a little.

"Yeah, I checked your location," he says, smiling gently. "Wanted to make sure you were okay."

You nod, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. "Thanks. It was just a quick coffee break."

"With who?" he asks casually, his eyes on his phone.

"Just Yunjin, Wonyoung, and Winter," you reply, trying to sound as casual as he does. "Girl stuff."

He nods, not looking up from his phone. "How are they?"

"They're good." You force down a bite of rice, the spiciness burning your tongue. "Yunjin's always busy with work, you know how it is."

"She got a boyfriend?" Yunho's eyes finally looked up from his phone, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face.

"…H-How do you-"

Yunho cuts you off with a chuckle, taking a bite of his rice bowl. "Relax, I just like to keep tabs on the people I care about." His tone was so casual, so normal, that for a second you almost believed him.

"So, what's new with you guys?" He asks, his eyes flicking up from his phone to meet yours. You force a smile, trying to keep the conversation light.

"N-Nothing." You manage to reply, taking another bite of your rice bowl. The spicy food burns your mouth, but you don't bother reaching for the water. Maybe the pain will distract you from the fear. "Just the usual gossip, you know. Would you believe the stuff they have to say about you?"

You hoped joking about the entire situation would make it feel less dire, less… real. "They think you're some-- some sorta cold-blooded killer. Oh! And some sorta axe-wielding murderer!"

Yunho immediately looked up from his phone, his expression shifting from mild curiosity to something… darker. "Oh." Is all he said, his tone flat.

"Isn't it crazy? Like, you wouldn't kill anyone. Well, besides your dad, but that's different!" You try to laugh it off, the forced joviality sounding hollow even to your own ears. The silence that follows is thick, almost tangible.

"You don't know that," he says, his eyes cold. For a moment, you're afraid he's caught on to your lie, that he knows you've been snooping. But then he shrugs, his expression returning to its usual charm. "But yeah, people can be pretty wild with their imagination."

You nod, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "Tell me about it. They were just messing around." You take another bite of rice, the food tasting like cardboard. You need to keep him talking, keep him distracted. "They even said go snooping through your apartment."

Yunho raises an eyebrow, his smile never leaving his face. "And what did you think of that?"

"I told them no way," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "I mean, we're not even that official yet. Plus, it's not like you're hiding anything, right?"

Yunho's smile widens, his eyes never leaving yours. "Right. I have nothing to hide from you, babe."

You nod, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "Good, 'cause I totally trust you."

"Good. You should." He says, his voice low and reassuring, as if he's reading your mind. You nod, taking another bite of rice, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. The conversation turns to lighter topics, but every word feels like it's coated in a thick layer of tension.

You manage to make it through dinner, the mood in the room shifting with every passing minute. The banter feels forced, the smiles fake. But he seems oblivious to your inner turmoil, his eyes shining with excitement as he tells you about his day. You nod along, pretending to listen, your mind racing with thoughts of what you've found.

When you went to your bedroom, he followed behind you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. He leaned against the doorframe, watching as you tossed the hoodie onto the bed. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle. You nodded, trying to ignore the way your skin crawled at the sight of him.

"Fine." You swallow hard, trying to keep the tremor from your voice as you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. "Just a lot on my mind."

You look around your bed, grabbing a tank top you found on the floor, slipping it over your head.

"Hm." Yunho hums thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on you as you fumble with the hem of your shirt. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No, I just… I'm just really stressed and I-"

"Nede me to help?" Yunho's voice was soothing, but the words didn't quite reach your soul.

You nodded, trying to play along. "How?"

He only smirks. "You know how."

You nod, swallowing the bile rising in your throat. "Okay."

He walks over to you, his eyes dark and intense. You can't help but feel like prey caught in the sights of a predator. But you keep your cool, playing the part. He pushes you back onto the bed, his hands moving over your body like he owns it. You fight the urge to scream, to push him away. Instead, you lean into his touch, forcing a smile.

"I've been thinking about you like this all day," he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Oh my god," you sigh out, feeling his hands roam over your body. It was so easy for him to break down your walls. His lips press against yours, and you kiss him back with feigned passion, your mind racing a mile a minute.

"Missed me?" he whispers, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Mhm," you murmur, trying to keep your voice steady as his hands wander. "Every second."

"I missed you so much," he kisses down your body. "Missed your body and your smell. God, I'm fucking obsessed with you."

He lifts your tank top up and over your head, his eyes lingering on your breasts. You shiver under his gaze, trying to keep your breathing even. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and hungry.

His hands move to your pants, unbuttoning them with ease. You don't resist, instead focusing on the feeling of his body against yours. You know it's wrong, to sleep with him knowing what you know, but you can't help it. You love him, and the thought of losing him is too much to bear. "Yunho," you whisper, your voice shaky.

He hooks his fingers underneath your underwear, sliding them off slowly. You lay there, slowly melting into the sheets the more his hands were on you. His touch was gentle, caring almost, and it was weirdly comforting, given the circumstances. His thumb grazes over your clit and you bite down on your lower lip to keep from gasping.

"I can feel how wet you are," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You really did miss me."

You nod, unable to find the words to respond. His hands are everywhere, touching you in places that make your toes curl. You forget about the horror in his closet, the fear you felt earlier. Right now, all that matters is the way he's making you feel. His kisses are intoxicating, his touch like fire on your skin. You can't help but arch into him, begging for more.

His tongue presses against your clit, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. The world outside his apartment, the fear, the doubt, it all fades away as you become lost in the sensation of his touch. You reach up, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. You can feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in your stomach. You want to hold onto this moment, to forget everything else.

"Oh my god, Yunho-" You gasped as his tongue swiped against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. You felt your body tighten, the tension building until you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Oh my-" your back arches off the bed as his tongue delves deeper into you, the tension in your body coiling tightly. The horror of the hidden compartment fades into the background as he worships you, making you forget the fear and doubt. His hands are gentle, his touch electric as it sends currents of pleasure through you. You're lost in the moment, unable to think of anything but the way he makes you feel.

"I love the way you taste," he gasps out, using two fingers to prod at your entrance, watching you squirm beneath him. You nod, biting your lip, your eyes fluttering shut. "I've missed this," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. The way he looks at you, like you're the only thing that matters in the world, makes you believe that maybe, just maybe, you can ignore the monster lurking in the closet.

"So pretty. So so pretty," Yunho murmurs against your skin, his fingers pushing inside of you. You let out a whimper, your body reacting on instinct despite the fear coiled in your gut. His mouth moves up your body to your chest, kissing each peak before taking one into his mouth. You can feel your heart racing, the fear and excitement mixing in a toxic cocktail.

His fingers curl inside of you, his thumb circling your clit as he kisses and nips at your breasts. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. You moan in response, your body writhing under his touch. It's almost as if you've forgotten the reason you're here, the fear you felt earlier. For now, all that matters is the pleasure he's giving you.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice a low growl. You nod, unable to form coherent words. His movements become more insistent, his thumb pressing harder, his fingers moving faster. You feel yourself getting closer, your breath hitching in your chest.

"Tell me," He demands, his eyes locked onto yours. "Tell me how much you like it."

"S-So much," you murmur, your voice a breathless whisper. His eyes are glued to yours, a strange mix of hunger and… something else you can't quite put your finger on. He continues to explore you, his fingers moving in a way that's so intimate it feels almost holy. His thumb brushes against your clit in a rhythm that has you panting for more.

"Good girl," he whispers, his eyes darkening with desire. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening around his fingers. He knows exactly what you need, how to make you come undone. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. "Come for me," he says, his voice low and demanding. And you do.

With a strangled cry, you arch off the bed, your body convulsing with pleasure. He watches you, his eyes never leaving yours, his smile smug and satisfied. You can't help but feel a twinge of disgust at the realization that he enjoys this power over you. But the orgasm is too intense to care about anything else. It's like a wave crashing over you, drowning out the fear and the doubt.

"Fuck," he breathes out, looking at you with a mix of awe and hunger. He kisses you again, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. His hands move over your body with a gentle fierceness, as if he's afraid to break you, but needs to mark you as his own. His thumb lazily circles your sensitive bud, keeping you on edge, making sure you don't come down from the high.

"Can I be inside you?" HIs voice was a whisper against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, still lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Oh thank you," he murmured. His words were like a drug, clouding your judgment.

He rushed to undo his belt. The sight of his desperation making you giggle a little. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his abs. He looked down at you, a grin playing on his lips. "What's so funny?"

"Did you miss me that much?" you pant, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tremors of pleasure still coursing through you. He chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends a shiver down your spine. But it's not fear, not anymore. It's something else, something twisted and thrilling.

"More than you know," he says, his eyes gleaming. He slides his boxers down, his erection springing free. It's a stark reminder of the power he holds over you, but you can't deny the desire that pools in your stomach at the sight of him. You've seen it before, felt it inside you, but tonight it's different. Tonight, you know what he's capable of.

He slides into you with a gentle ease that belies the intensity of his gaze. His movements are slow and deliberate, like he's savoring every inch of you. You moan, unable to hold back the pleasure. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. "So wet for me."

You nod, your eyes fluttering closed. You've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but somehow, it feels… right. His hands are everywhere, touching you with a tenderness that seems almost out of place given what you know about him. "You okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You nod, biting down on your bottom lip.

It's like he's worshipping you, like he's afraid he'll break you if he goes too fast. "So good," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. He kisses your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You nod, your eyes staying shut as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow and measured, his body rocking into yours with a gentle rhythm that makes you feel cherished. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer.

"God, I love you. I love you so much," he murmurs into your ear, his hips rolling into yours in a gentle, steady rhythm that has you feeling like you're floating. His hands are everywhere, stroking, caressing, exploring, as if he's memorizing every inch of your body. His touch is feather-light, yet it sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can't help but whimper, your body moving in sync with his.

"F-Faster-" you breathe, your nails digging into his back. He chuckles, the vibrations resonating through his chest and into yours.

"But you're so pretty like this," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "So… fucking… perfect."

You nod, your eyes still shut tight. "Just don't stop," you plead. His pace picks up slightly, his thrusts becoming a little more urgent, but still so gentle. It's like he's afraid to hurt you, afraid to lose you. You can feel his love in every stroke, in every tender kiss.

"You're mine," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. "Mine forever."

You nod, your eyes still shut. "Yeah," you reply, your voice shaky. His grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more insistent, but the gentleness never wavers. It's as if he's trying to show you that he can be more than just the monster in the shadows, that there's a part of him that's tender and loving. And maybe, just maybe, you want to believe it.

"I've missed this," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Missed you."

"'m gonna cum," you whimper, your body tightening around him. His movements become more urgent, his grip on your hips almost painful. But it's the good kind of pain, the kind that makes you feel alive.

"Please, baby, p-please," you murmur, your body trembling beneath his. He obliges, his movements becoming more urgent, his grip tightening. You can feel him yearning for you, his every thrust filled with a desperate need that matches your own. Your walls tighten around him, and he groans in response, his hips moving faster, harder. The pleasure builds, a crescendo that feels like it will never end.

"Look at me," he says, his voice a gentle command. You open your eyes, looking into the abyss of his own. They're filled with love and lust, with a hunger so intense it steals your breath. His eyes never leave yours as he fucks you, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. You can't help but feel like you're the only thing that matters in the world, like everything else has faded away.

You pull him close to you, tangling your fingers into his hair as you kiss him with all the passion that's been building up inside of you. It's strange, how you can love someone so much and yet be so afraid of them at the same time. His strokes are slow and tender, as if he's trying to coax the orgasm out of you, to make it last forever. "Mm," he hums, his voice a soft vibration against your skin. "You're so warm."

You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, trying to steady the racing of your heart as Yunho's gentle thrusts continue. His yearning is palpable, his need for you resonating in every caress and kiss. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice a gentle rumble against your skin. You can feel his love in every touch, a stark contrast to the horror of what you found earlier.

You hold onto him as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shuddering with the force of it. Yunho's movements slow, his eyes never leaving yours. He's so gentle, so tender, it's like he's worshipping you. "So beautiful," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

You hold onto him tightly as he starts to move again, his thrusts still slow and gentle. "Mm," you murmur, your body still pulsing from your orgasm. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he's trying to taste your very soul. "So good," he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

"P-Please don't leave me." You whisper into his ear, your voice shaking with the intensity of your emotions. "I need you."

He looks at you, his eyes filled with something so intense it steals your breath. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs, his hips rocking into you gently. His words are like a balm to your soul, soothing the fear that's been gnawing at you since you found his secret.

"I'm not going anywhere."

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ran into an unexpected emergency, but don't worry!! the chapters will be posted as soon as i wake up tomorrow x3!

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Feral and Fertile

cw. nsfw, gn kinda dom!reader, wolf dog hybrid kinda subby mingi, masterbation, overstimulation, use of puppy as a nickname *not proofread, just pure horny*

[blame koya for this (but also thank her bc she's prevented me from going into writer's block yet) @koyagifs]

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The sight in front of you was obscene, so undeniably raw and lustful.

Mingi was unashamed as he moved his hips against your pillow, soaking it with his cum as he ruts into the soft material. His eyes are glazed over and hazy, too busy fucking himself on your pillow to notice you standing in the doorway.

Pitiful whimpers leave his swollen lips as he comes all over your pillow again. He sounds more like a puppy than he does a fully grown wolf-dog, but the pillow wrapped around his cock is soaked in his own mess. His hands are cramping as he tries to tighten his grip on the pillow. He lets the pillow go with a whine, wrapping his hand around himself.

Mingi's ears are twitching, his tail thumping against the bed as he fucked his fist. The noises were lewd and loud, schlick sounds as he came all over his hand and your pillow yet again. His moans aren't even moans anymore, they've been reduced to shaky whimpers and broken yips as he rode out yet another high.

Mingi called out your name in low howls, his pheromones thick and heavy. You make yourself known with the click of the door lock. Mingi doesn't stop, he goes faster, chasing his release like the hound dog he is. “Having fun, puppy?” He all but whimpers at your voice, playful and gentle in his ears.

Your scent floods his senses, mind numbingly good as he squeezes his hand around his cock. “Uh oh, did puppy lose his bark?” You pout teasingly, trailing a hand down his back to his restless tail. Mingi barked without a second's hesitation. His cock throbbed as he pushed himself to his release. “Yea, did puppy find his bark? Hm?”

Mingi's cock ached in his hand, letting out whiny barks as he came all over his hand again. His breathing is laboured, heavy as he comes down from the monumental high. Though his cock is still achingly hard, pulsing as if he's neglected it. Mingi's eyes squeezed shut, his dick twitching as he let your voice swirl in his head. “Aww, does puppy need more? Need to pop his knot, huh?”

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dropping chapter 6 and chapter 7 of "HELLO, YOU" today!" <3

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Between Mortal and Monster

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, threesome, oral, facials, cum eating, creampie, praise, very brief degradation *not proofread, just pure horny*

[give koya a smooch for being my biggest enabler <333 @koyagifs]

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There’s no time to ponder how you ended up here, tangled in the sheets with your human boyfriend and demon boyfriend.

Jinu held your mouth around his cock, guiding you with a hand pressed to your nape. Moans spilled from his lips as you drag your tongue along his cock, tracing the protruding veins with learne precision. He throws his head back with a grunt, his hands squeezing the back of your neck as he all but fucked your face.

Yunho’s hands pressed against your back, deepening your arch. He shared a look with Jinu as his cock slipped between your folds as he tapped his cock against your clit. He pushed in quickly, stretching your wet cunt around his cock. His pace was immediately brutal, splitting your pussy open on his thick cock.

Jinu cracked a smile at Yunho, pulling your mouth off his cock. You heaved in breaths, moaning like a desperate whore between inhales as Yunho bullied his cock in and out of your gushing cunt. “C’mon, pretty girl, lemme hear you.” Your pussy hugged Yunho’s cock tightly, trying to suck him back in every time he pulled back.

Jinu jerked himself off languidly, holding your head steady as he tapped his cock on your swollen lips. Yunho pulled out quickly before pushing deeper than before. Your lips parted in a lewd moan, and Jinu took full advantage of your now open mouth. He stuffed your mouth with his cock, letting Yunho’s hips push your mouth deeper on his cock.

Your eyes are hazy and blurred with unshed tears as you choke and sputter around Jinu’s cock. “Aww, what happened to the confidence from earlier? Huh, princess?” Yunho’s fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you with force, hitting your sweet spots with enough pressure to make you lose focus.

“Thought you said you could handle it, baby. What happened?” Jinu’s cocky tone made your eyes roll. Yunho snaked a hand around you, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. Your pussy gushed and spasmed around his cock, your vision going white as you cream around his cock.

Jinu held your head still again as he fucked your mouth, groaning when you swallowed and hollowed your cheeks around him. Yunho isn’t too far off, chasing his release with trembling hands and a pulsing cock. Jinu pulled you off him, tilting your head up to him as he jerked off over your face. It only took a few strokes to make himself come all over your lips and cheeks.

Your eyes locked onto his as you licked off what you could, batting your eyes softly as you fucked yourself back on Yunho’s dick. You hear a low groan from behind you, followed by a sudden, flowing warmth. Yunho’s cock twitched as he came in long spurts, coating your inner walls in white. He pulled out slowly, watching as his come leaked out of your used cunt in thick strings.

Jinu was the first to recover, pushing you onto your back as soon as he steadied his breathing. You barely got your surroundings in check before Jinu had your legs hooked over his arms.

“Oh, we’re only getting started, princess.”

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hii would you write boypussy!Seonghwan? sorry if it bothers you. -🌙

reader overstimming boypussy!seonghwa and making him squirt ☆

"Hwa, you look so pretty like this," You cooed, gently caressing his stomach, feeling the softness of his skin contrast with the firmness of his muscles beneath.

His wrists and thighs were bound, keeping his legs open and exposing him to the cool air. A gentle blush crept up Seonghwa's cheeks as he looked away, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "S-Stop," he murmured, the shyness in his voice a stark contrast to his usual confidence.

You only smile and reach for the vibrator next to you, clicking it to life with a cheeky grin. "But I'm just getting started, baby," you murmur, watching the way his eyes widen and his body tenses.

"B-But, I-" Seonghwa's protests grew weaker as you hovered the vibrator over his clit, the buzzing sound filling the room. His body quivered, betraying his excitement despite his shy protests.

You leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Just relax! You're the one that asked me to do this." A playful giggle escaped your lips as you watched his eyes flutter closed.

Seonghwa took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I-I know," he said, his voice a soft whine. "But it's so… embarrassing."

You didn't respond, only pressing the vibrator harder against him. His breath hitched and he moaned, his body squirming under the intense sensation. The room was filled with the steady buzz and the sweet sound of his pleasure, his hips bucking slightly with each pulse.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You teased, your voice low and seductive.

"Y-Yes," Seonghwa gasped, his hips bucking against the vibrator. His pretty little bud was swollen and begging for more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

"Good boy," you praised, your voice as sweet as honey. "You just lie there and take it."

Seonghwa's eyes shot open, his cheeks flaming red. "D-Don't talk to me like that," he protested, his voice strained with arousal.

"Like what?" You feigned innocence, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Like you're mine to play with?"

Seonghwa's jaw tightened, but the slight nod of his head was all the answer you needed. You chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down his spine as you lowered your mouth to his ear.

"You know you love it," you whispered, your breath tickling his skin.

"Mmph," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as you continued to tease him. The vibrator's buzz grew louder and he could feel the intensity building, his legs shaking slightly.

"Aw, look at your legs shaking!" You giggled, your voice filled with amusement at his plight. "You're such a little slut for this, aren't you?"

"Fuck," he cursed, his body trembling under your touch. The vibrator was now a constant in the symphony of his moans and the room's heated atmosphere.

"You're so close, aren't you?" you whispered in his hear, gently moving the vibrator to add more stimulation. "Gonna come on it like a good boy?"

He could've sworn a succubus possessed you or something, the way your voice grew more tantalizing with every passing second. "Y-Yes-," Seonghwa managed, his teeth gritted. The vibrations grew stronger and he felt like he was going to shatter into a million pieces.

"You wanna come, baby?" You whispered, your breath hot against his neck. He nodded frantically, his entire body wound tight. You chuckled, the sound sending waves of heat through him. "Then ask for it," you said, pulling back slightly.

"P-Please," Seonghwa begged, his voice barely above a whimper. "I-I wanna… w-wanna come.""

You giggled, feeling the power you had over him. "Such a polite little thing," you said, moving the vibrator in a slow, teasing circle around his clit. "But you're gonna have to be more specific than that."

The second he tried to speak, you turned the vibrations up to full blast, making him squeal and jerk his hips upwards. "Now, now, baby," you chided with a smirk, "you know you're not supposed to move."

"S-Shit, I'm sorry, 'm sorry," Seonghwa panted, his body quivering with need. His eyes searched yours for mercy, but all he found was the glint of a devilish grin.

"Cmon, use your words? Can't be that hard," you said with a smug smirk, watching him struggle with his own pleasure.

"P-Please, just -- let me--," Seonghwa managed to get out between gasps.

"Let you what?" you playfully asked, now pressing the vibrator directly on his clit. His entire body tensed and he let out a high-pitched moan. "Tell me," you said, your voice sweet and taunting.

"Please," he whimpered, his eyes pleading with yours. "I-I'm--" he couldn't even speak coherently anymore, the waves of pleasure crashing over him like a storm.

"What's that?" you teased, your voice as light as a feather, yet as sharp as a knife. "I can't hear you." You turned the vibrator off for a split second, watching the disappointment wash over his features before turning it back on.

"I-I can't-- I'm-- I-" he gasps out, the desperation in his voice growing with each pulse of the vibrator. His body is a tightly wound spring, begging for release.

"Cmon, give it to me," you coaxed, watching the sweat bead on Seonghwa's forehead. His eyes were screwed shut, his body a symphony of tension and need. You turned the vibrations up as high as they could go, the buzzing sound echoing in the room like a siren's call.

His stomach muscles tightened as the vibrations grew stronger, his body begging for the sweet release you were so cruelly denying him. "Please," he panted, his voice strained. "Please, I-I'm--"

He gasped loudly, his body immediately tensing up as spurts of liquid shot from him, painting the sheets with a warm, sticky mess. The vibrations didn't stop, though, continuing to torment his overstimulated clit even as he came, making his orgasm even more intense and drawn out.

"Aw, you squirted!" You exclaimed with a giggle, watching as Seonghwa's body spasmed with pleasure. His face was flushed, his eyes screwed shut, and he was panting heavily. You kept the vibrator on him, moving it slightly to prolong his orgasm.

"Can I get more?" You asked, your voice still playful, but with a hint of satisfaction in it. You watched Seonghwa's chest rise and fall rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He looked absolutely wrecked, in the best way possible.

You didn't stop with the vibrator, even as Seonghwa's orgasm rolled through him, making him quiver uncontrollably. "Mm, you're such a messy boy," you said with a chuckle, watching the way his stomach muscles clenched with each spurt.

"I wonder how many times I can get you to squirt…" you mused, watching his body shudder with aftershocks of pleasure.

Seonghwa's eyes snapped open, his expression a mix of ecstasy and desperation. "Please… I-I can't," he begged, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"You didn't use your safeword though," you pointed out, your voice filled with mock innocence. "You really want me to stop? You're sure?"

Seonghwa bit his lip, panting hard, his body still quivering with the aftershocks of his intense climax. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of mercy. But all he saw was a smug smirk and the gleam of the vibrator in your hand, ready to be used again.

All you did was smile and press the vibrator harder against his sensitive clit, watching as Seonghwa's eyes rolled back in his head. "Come on, baby," you urged, your voice filled with excitement. "You can do it. Give me one more."

"A-Aah," he whined, his body jerking with the effort of holding back another climax. "I-I don't think I can…"

"Yes you can baby, I know you can." You cooed, your voice as comforting as a gentle summer breeze. The vibrator's buzz filled the air, a constant reminder of the pleasure you had control over. Seonghwa's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with each pant. His eyes searched yours, desperate for relief, but all you offered was a knowing smirk.

He whined loudly, his arms closing around his face as he squirted once again, the sensation too much for him to handle. His body jerked, and you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, bound and quivering beneath you. "Look at you," you said, your voice filled with amazement and arousal. "You're so pretty when you come."

You gently stroked his thigh, watching the way his skin pebbled from the sensation. He was a mess, but in the most delicious way. "I-It's s'good-" he panted out, his voice hoarse.

He couldn't stop his hips from bucking up, chasing the feeling of the vibrator on his clit. "I-I can't take it--FUCK!," he gasped, his voice a desperate whine as he squirted yet another time, his body quivering with overstimulation.

"Wow, you really are a squirt machine, aren't you?" You said with a grin, watching him with amusement. His face was buried in the pillow now, muffling his cries. You gave him a moment to catch his breath before speaking again.

"So, should we keep going?" You asked, your hand hovering over the vibrator's power button. Seonghwa's body tensed, his eyes peeking out at you through the strands of his hair.

"N-No, please.. please…" Seonghwa's voice was a barely audible whisper, his body trembling from the aftermath of his intense orgasms. But the way his hips were still moving, seeking more, told a different story.

You giggled, knowing full well how much he enjoyed this. "But you're having so much fun!" You said, turning the vibrator off and tossing it aside, letting his overstimulated clit rest for a moment. "Let's take a break, pretty."

Seonghwa's body went slack with relief, his chest heaving with each breath. "T-Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes remained closed, trying to regain control of his breathing.

"My good boy," you cooed, stroking his damp forehead with the back of your hand. "You did so well."

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─── 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝒀𝑶𝑼.. ꕮ 005 ─ Puzzle Pieces.

SUMMARY / When Yunho tells you about how he killed his father when he was younger, and still has the urge to kill, you don't know if you can trust him, but you can't seem to let him go. That is, until an old murder case resurfaces, and the more you look into it, your fears are confirmed.

WARNINGS ✩ Sensitive Topics!! (death, murder, stalking, abuse), reader has doubts about Yunho after hearing he has the urge to kill, Yunho assumes reader knows about his murders (she doesn't), reader does her own investigating into the murders!

WORD COUNT ✩ 2,72k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @hoe4yunho @prettylilack @lustfxq @shownumiss @hwxbibi@nneteyamss @joonhasjiminsjams @herpoetryprincess @napipope-ta @wyrated @leeseokiwi @trinityobsessesovatings @kittykat-25 @yourallaround-simp @ewsnup @kysstar @tunafishyfishylike @hwxbibi @hannieblue128 @piecessoull @heiswan @0323yuyu1024

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He killed his father.

He killed…his father.

His FATHER.

The words were still replaying in your head like a broken record. "He killed his father." You stared into the mirror, your damp hair covering the majority of your face. The towel around your chest slipped a little, but you didn't bother to fix it. The gravity of what you had just learned was too overwhelming to care about something as trivial as modesty. You had to tell someone. But who? The thought of Yunho's gentle smile and his sweet whispers sent chills down your spine. How could someone so charming be capable of such heinous acts?

But-- but he had to. His father was abusive, he had to. He had no other choice but to do it. So, it's not entirely bad, right?

You try to convince yourself. It didn't matter how you twisted it in your head; he killed someone. And he confessed that he still is dealing with those urges. The weight of the truth felt like it was suffocating you, but you couldn't bring yourself to hate him for it. Not yet.

"Y/N? You okay?" Yunho's voice rang from outside the bathroom, his hand gently knocking on the door. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You couldn't let him know that you were freaking out. Not yet.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, just- just getting ready!" you called out, your voice shakier than you would've liked. You quickly dried your face and put on your best 'everything's fine' mask. When you opened the door, Yunho was leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest, looking as casual as ever. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you, but said nothing.

"Where are you going again? And who are you going out with, I wasn't keeping up." Yunho asked as he sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

You paused in the doorway, your hand on the knob. "Oh, just out with friends. You know, the usual," you replied, trying to keep your voice light. "Yunjin wanted to go out again, so…"

"Are you okay?" Yunho looked up, his eyes meeting yours with genuine concern. "You've been acting weird ever since we talked."

"Ever since you told me you killed your dad." you say bluntly, watching his reaction. His thumb freezes on the screen, his eyes snapping to yours. He stands up, his phone slipping from his grasp, the screen lighting up the dark floor.

"I-I just-- it's crazy to think about… N-Not that I think you'd do it again, but… I just need some space," you managed to spit out, avoiding his gaze.

"Do you think I'd hurt you?" Yunho's voice was low, the concern in his eyes now replaced with a hint of something else. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

"No… no, baby, no." you walk over to him, placing a trembling hand on his chest. "It's just- just a lot to take in, you know? It's not everyday you meet a guy who killed his dad." You force a smile, hoping it's convincing enough.

Yunho sighs, his hand cupping your cheek. "I know it's a heavy thing to know about me. But you're the first person I've ever told that to. And I only did it because I trust you." His thumb traces your cheekbone, his gaze searching yours.

"Yunho, I… I just need some time," you whisper, stepping back. The warmth of his hand leaves your skin cold. "I promise, I just need to… think."

"Okay, well… I got your outfit ready," he gestured to the nightstand, where a neatly folded pile of clothes sat. "But if you're not feeling well, we can always stay in."

"I'll tell Yunjin I only wanna stay out for a few hours, okay? I'll be home soon." You give him a peck on the cheek, hoping it's enough to ease his suspicion. He nods, his eyes still searching yours.

"Alright. Have fun, be safe," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your jawline before you pull away.

You smile and grab your clothes from the nightstand, shuffling back into the bathroom. You dress as quickly as you can, your heart racing. What are you going to do? The idea of being with a man who's killed somebody and told you to your face that he still feels those urges… it's too much. But then again, he's been nothing but sweet to you. The guy that everyone says is a monster is treating you like a princess.

You shake your head and stare at yourself in the mirror. His dad deserved it. Yunho's not some sort of cold-blooded killer. He's just a man who basically made a life-or-death decision when he was young. You've read about cases like that before, seen movies. It happens. And now he's here, with you, trying to be better. He's trying to live a normal life.

He wants to have that normal life…with you. Just the thought of spending the rest of your life with him makes you smile, it's bittersweet. You know you can't tell anyone. You can't risk them taking him away. So, you lightly slap yourself across the cheek and tell yourself to ignore it.

You leave the bathroom, wave to Yunho, and leave the apartment. As you step into the elevator, you let out a shaky breath, feeling both relieved and guilty for lying to him. The doors close with a gentle ding, and you lean against the cool metal wall, trying to collect your thoughts.

Now, it wasn't a complete lie. You were definitely still hanging out with Yunjin, but not really hanging out. More so, you were doing your own investigating. The police didn't seem to care about the uprising in women dying and their bodies being found in random places, so you decided to take it into your own hands. You couldn't just ignore it, especially knowing that you or any of your friends could be next.

"You okay?" Yunjin looked at you with a concerned expression as you sat on the couch at her place, your eyes glued to your phone.

You nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just a little tired."

"You might be putting too much energy into this investigating stuff. I mean, the only thing they have is that all the women met their killer off a dating app." Yunjin handed you a cup of tea, her eyes full of concern.

"I know, I know. But, dude, think about it. We could be next." You took a sip of the tea, trying to play it cool. Yunjin's apartment was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the chilling thoughts in your head.

"Well, you're already in a relationship. Why would you be a victim? You're not using the dating app anymore." Yunjin plopped down next to you, her voice filled with sarcasm.

"Okay, but the killer could change his M.O. at any time!" You set down the tea, your eyes wide with fear. "We can't just sit around and do nothing!"

Yunjin sighed, her eyes softening. "Look, I get it. But maybe it's time to let the cops handle it?"

"Ugh…" you groaned, slumping down on the couch cushion. "You're right. I've been so obsessed with this whole thing. I just… I don't know, I feel like I need to do something."

Yunjin nodded, patting your back. "It's admirable, but also dangerous. Promise me you won't go poking around by yourself, okay?"

"I promise," you replied, though the words felt like a lie. You couldn't just sit idly by knowing these women around you were dying left and right and nobody knew who was doing it.

Later that day, you were walking in a park, the same park you had first met Yunho in. The sun had set and the chilly breeze of the night whispered through the leaves above. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, trying to fight off the cold that had nothing to do with the temperature. The bench where you two had sat was empty, but the memory of your first conversation felt like it was etched into the very wood.

You sat down, feeling the cool metal beneath you, and pulled out your phone to scroll through social media, hoping for a distraction. But every post you saw was a reminder of the fear that had been growing in you since Yunho's confession. The smiling faces of friends, the joking comments, all of it felt so…fake.

What did he even mean by still having "urges"? Like, he still wanted to kill people? You had to know more. But how? You couldn't just ask him, could you? You felt like you were walking on eggshells around him. Every time he looked at you with those piercing eyes, you couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about it.

For a split second, you thought Yunho could be the killer.

But you pushed the thought aside as quickly as it came. He was too perfect, too loving. Sure, he had his issues, but who doesn't? And you've seen his kindness, his gentle touch, his soft-spoken words. No, he couldn't be the monster that's been leaving a trail of dead women across the city.

Yet, it was weird how he was talking to you on that dating app under a different persona. That had to be a coincidence, right? You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You had to talk to Yunho about it. Maybe there was an innocent explanation. You stood up, deciding to head home, feeling the need to be around him again. The warmth of his presence could be your salvation.

When you arrived, the lights were dim, and the apartment was eerily quiet. You slipped off your shoes, padded through the living room, and found Yunho in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter, sipping a cup of coffee, his eyes scanning over a book. He looked up when he heard you enter, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Hi, baby," you greeted, trying to keep your voice casual as you leaned against the kitchen counter opposite him.

"Hey," he replied, setting down his coffee and walking over to kiss you gently. "You're back early."

"Told you I would be back soon," you said with a small smile, trying to keep your nerves at bay. Yunho nodded, his eyes studying your face, looking for any signs of distress. You took a deep breath, trying to play it cool. "So, what's new?"

"Just reading. Wanted to wait up for you," he replied, his voice low and soothing. The way his eyes searched yours was both comforting and unnerving. You couldn't shake the feeling that he knew something was off, that he was waiting for you to crack.

"How was your night?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation light as you sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

"It was fine," Yunho replied, his gaze never leaving yours. "How was yours?"

You shrugged, taking a deep breath. "Same old, same old. Just Yunjin being Yunjin," you said with a forced chuckle.

"How is she?" Yunho's voice was calm, his eyes never leaving yours. It was like he was looking right through you.

"Fine." you gulp down the word with a tight smile. "Why are you looking at me as if you're about to eat me whole?"

Yunho laughs, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. "I'm just happy to see you," he says, his smile never reaching his eyes. "But, you do seem a bit… off."

"What do you mean?" you ask, trying to keep your voice even. Yunho's smile widens, but it feels forced.

"You just seem… distracted. Like you've got a lot on your mind," he says, stepping closer. His hand rests on your shoulder, and you can feel his thumb gently rubbing circles.

"It's just… the whole dating app situation," you reply, trying to keep your voice from shaking. "It's weird how many people are just… disappearing."

Yunho's hand pauses for a moment before continuing its soothing rhythm. "It's scary, I know. But you're safe with me."

"I know," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "But what if it's someone we know? Someone who's been hiding in plain sight this whole time?"

Yunho's thumb stops moving. "What do you mean?"

"I dunno, just- recently, y'know… the girls who were found dead were all dead by places I hangout by a lot. It's just… eerie," you say, taking a sip of water to moisten your dry mouth.

Yunho nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah, it is. But you're safe with me, remember?"

"What're you gonna do? Stalk my every move so if something happens, you can defend me?" You laugh nervously, trying to keep the conversation light.

"If I have to," Yunho says with a smirk, his hand sliding down to yours. "But let's not think about that, okay?"

You nod, trying to ignore the way his words send a cold shiver down your spine. You don't want to think about it. You just want to live in the moment, in the bubble of love you've created with him. So you force a smile and squeeze his hand back. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just chill."

He nods, his eyes searching yours, as if looking for the truth you're hiding. But you just sip your water and pretend everything's fine. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken secrets.

"You're scared of me." Yunho's voice was softer than the hum of the fridge in the background.

"What? No!" you protested too quickly, your heart racing.

Yunho's expression didn't change, but his grip tightened around your hand. "I can tell, Y/N. Your eyes give you away," he said, his voice soothing yet firm. "You found out something tonight, didn't you?"

"What would I find out?" You furrow your eyebrows, genuinely confused.

Yunho's eyes bore into yours, unwavering. "You know what I'm talking about." He leans closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "You went out to find answers, didn't you?"

"Well- yeah! There's too many girls dying around me! It's scary!" You try to laugh it off, hoping it sounds like a joke, but it comes out hollow.

"I know it is," Yunho says, his grip on your hand loosening. "But you're okay. You're with me now."

"Mhn… what do you mean by 'found something out'?" you ask, playing dumb, hoping your heartbeat isn't as loud to him as it is to you.

Yunho just nods, his eyes still on yours. "I know you're not okay. You've been acting weird since we talked about my dad," he says, his voice calm yet firm. "My whole childhood, actually."

"It's not that, Yunho. Your dad had it coming. It was…" you sigh, "It was you saying you still had that urge.. The urge to hurt people."

"Oh," he says, his eyes searching yours, "that."

"Do you…get the urge to want to kill people?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, the question hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

Yunho's expression doesn't change, but his eyes seem to darken a shade. "Sometimes," he admits, his thumb still tracing circles on the back of your hand. "But I control it."

"How-?" you start, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head.

"It's complicated," he says, his voice low and even. "But it's something I deal with. And I swear, I'd never do anything to hurt you."

You nod, trying to believe him. "I know, I trust you." But the doubt is still there, lingering like the scent of his cologne in the air.

"You don't have to be scared, baby," he whispers, leaning in closer. "I'd never hurt you." His breath tickles your ear, sending a shiver down your neck.

"Really?" you murmur, your eyes searching his for any signs of deceit. But all you find is the same gentle gaze that had captured your heart from the start.

"Yes, really. You're safe with me," Yunho says, his voice a gentle murmur that echoes through the quiet apartment. You want to believe him so badly, but the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach won't let you fully relax. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"I'd kill for you."

[ateezscupid]

"just the tip." with puppy yuyu...

he's been tossing and turning all night, too horny for his own good and he just needs to feel your pretty hole wrap around his cock. you'd complain and say you're tired but he promises to do all the work so you can continue sleeping as soon as he's done. he pulls your bottoms and underwear out of the way and slips his thick cock between your thighs. his cock head is thick as he pushes in, shuddering as he felt how warm you were. he thrusts shallowly, barely pressing in before he's pulling out.

but he's just oh so horny and he needs you. he whimpers out apologies and kisses your neck as he pushes in and bottoms out. he's humping your ass like the dog he is, giving in to his desires as he fucked your hole. he's whining and whimpering against your neck as he finally fills you up. but of course, one isn't enough, it never is. his breathing is wild as he traps your body under his, bullying his thick cock in your wet hole, over and over, until the sun rises.

[ateezscupid]

─── 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝒀𝑶𝑼.. ꕮ 004 ─ Pretty Boy.

SUMMARY / Yunho is overcome with emotions after killing yet another woman, and finally reveals his childhood to you. Despite the fear that he might hurt you, you feel an undeniable pull towards him.

WARNINGS ✩ SMUT, FLUFF, Sensitive Topics!! (death, murder, stalking), Yunho kills another girl when his urges become too overwhelming, he trauma dumps on reader (talks about his lore!! omg!!), dom!yunho, switch!reader, unprotected sex, slightly rough sex, choking, oral (f receiving, while bent over the sink!), overstimulation

WORD COUNT ✩ 6.0k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @hoe4yunho @prettylilack @lustfxq @shownumiss @hwxbibi@nneteyamss @joonhasjiminsjams @herpoetryprincess @napipope-ta @wyrated @leeseokiwi @trinityobsessesovatings @kittykat-25 @yourallaround-simp @ewsnup @kysstar @tunafishyfishylike @hwxbibi @hannieblue128 @piecessoull @heiswan

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NOTE !! okay, yess, in this chapter he's a little bit of rough dom.. but it wouldn't hurt to have JEONG YUNHOO throwing you around

Yunho told you he had some last minute work to do. You told him you understood, that you didn't mind waiting a few hours for him to come back.

You should've insisted he stayed.

Here he was, in an alleyway, the smell of stale beer and trash heavy in the air, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He leaned against the cold brick wall, the neon lights from the nearby nightclub casting eerie shadows across his face.

Down at his feet lay the body of some random girl he met off the dating app. He had hoped she'd be different, that she'd be the one to save him from his own monstrous urges. But she was just like all the others—screaming, crying, and begging for her life. He had felt nothing but a cold detachment as he ended her. The guilt didn't come until later, when he was alone in the quiet of the night, surrounded by the echoes of his own rage.

He stared down at the body. The girl's wide, unseeing eyes seemed to look directly at him, as if questioning why she had to be the one to die. His hand trembled, the phone in his grip, and he swiped through the messages, finding yours, a beacon of light in the darkness. He had killed again, unable to resist the urge that had been gnawing at him ever since he met you. You had unknowingly become his obsession, and he feared you might be his next victim.

It was 12:04 am. The streets were deserted except for the occasional car passing by, casting a brief glow before swallowing the night back into darkness. Yunho's heart was racing, his palms slick with a mix of sweat and the girl's blood. He had promised himself that you would be the one to save him, that he wouldn't let the monster within him claim anyone else. But tonight, the hunger had been too strong. He had tried to resist, but she had just been too… convenient.

Yunho told you he had some last minute work to do. You told him you understood, that you didn't mind waiting a few hours for him to come back.

You should've insisted he stayed.

Here he was, in an alleyway, the smell of stale beer and trash heavy in the air, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He leaned against the cold brick wall, the neon lights from the nearby nightclub casting eerie shadows across his face.

Yunho told you he had some last minute work to do. You told him you understood, that you didn't mind waiting a few hours for him to come back.

You should've insisted he stayed.

Here he was, in an alleyway, the smell of stale beer and trash heavy in the air, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He leaned against the cold brick wall, the neon lights from the nearby nightclub casting eerie shadows across his face.

Down at his feet lay the body of some random girl he met off the dating app. He had hoped she'd be different, that she'd be the one to save him from his own monstrous urges. But she was just like all the others—screaming, crying, and begging for her life. He had felt nothing but a cold detachment as he ended her. The guilt didn't come until later, when he was alone in the quiet of the night, surrounded by the echoes of his own rage.

He stared down at the body. The girl's wide, unseeing eyes seemed to look directly at him, as if questioning why she had to be the one to die. His hand trembled, the phone in his grip, and he swiped through the messages, finding yours, a beacon of light in the darkness. He had killed again, unable to resist the urge that had been gnawing at him ever since he met you. You had unknowingly become his obsession, and he feared you might be his next victim.

It was 12:04 am. The streets were deserted except for the occasional car passing by, casting a brief glow before swallowing the night back into darkness. Yunho's heart was racing, his palms slick with a mix of sweat and the girl's blood. He had promised himself that you would be the one to save him, that he wouldn't let the monster within him claim anyone else. But tonight, the hunger had been too strong. He had tried to resist, but she had just been too… convenient.

He thought about calling you, but you were probably asleep, and he didn't want to wake you. Not like this. Not when you didn't know the truth. Yunho took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He had killed again, and he knew it was only a matter of time before you found out.

Get it together. He had to get it together.

He peeked over the wall. Nobody was around, meaning nobody heard or saw what happened. He had checked for cameras prior to strangling the girl, ensuring his secret remained buried beneath the layers of his flawless façade. The quietness of the alley was a stark contrast to the thumping bass and laughter of the nightclub just a block away. He had hoped the music would drown out her screams, but the sound of her life leaving her body had echoed in his ears long after the final gasp.

1:29 am.

Yunho pushed his keys into the door. He stepped inside, the quietness of the apartment a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. He could see the light from your bedroom, a sliver under the door, indicating you were still up. His hands were shaking as he peeled off his blood-stained gloves and stuffed them into his pocket. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before making his way towards your room.

You stirred as he entered, the soft light of your bedside lamp casting a warm glow across your sleepy features. "You're back," you murmured, a hint of disappointment in your voice that he got back so late.

"I know, I know, I'm late." Yunho's voice was strained as he approached the bed, the weight of his confession heavy on his shoulders. "I had to… handle something."

"'s okay." you slurred, crawling to the edge of the bed and holding your hand out. "Come here."

Yunho's shoulders dropped, and he felt the burden of his secret slip away, if only for a moment. He kicked off his shoes and shuffled closer, climbing into bed with you. You curled into him, your warmth seeping into his cold skin. He took a deep breath, the scent of your shampoo grounding him.

"Why do you smell like weed and sweat?" you whispered into the silence, your eyes still closed.

"Some…co-workers were smoking and I was sweating because I rushed to get here," Yunho lied, his voice tight. He hadn't expected you to be so perceptive, and he certainly hadn't planned on telling you anything about his past tonight. But as you nuzzled closer, the exhaustion of maintaining his façade took hold of him, and the words spilled out.

"I missed you," you mumble into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around him tighter. Yunho's chest tightens, a mix of affection and guilt washing over him.

He hadn't planned on telling you about his past tonight, but the words seem to spill out of their own accord. "I had a rough day," he starts, his voice low and gruff, "but it's nothing compared to what I've been through."

"What does that mean?" you ask, propping yourself up on one elbow to look at him. Yunho sighs, his hand running through his hair, his eyes avoiding yours.

"It means I've done things," he says, his voice tight. "Things that people like us shouldn't have to go through."

You gently push his hair out of his face, your fingers caressing his cheek. "You can be honest with me. I'd never judge you or think…bad of you because of what you went through. It's not your fault." Yunho's eyes finally meet yours, and in them, you see a storm of pain and turmoil.

He starts to speak, his words slow and measured, as if each one is a confession pulled from the deepest, darkest part of his soul. "I grew up in a bad neighborhood. My mom did what she could, but she was never around. And my dad…" he trails off, his jaw clenching. "He was a… monster. He taught me how to fight, how to survive. But he also taught me how to-- how to hurt, I guess."

You listen, your heart breaking with every word. The warmth from your hand on his cheek feels like a lifeline, grounding him in the present, keeping him from slipping into the abyss of his past. "I don't remember much before the age of seven. That's when everything started to get…blurry." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in the dim light. "Things got better when my mom remarried. But the damage was already done."

You can feel the tension in the room thicken, the air charged with his pain. "What happened?" you ask softly, not wanting to push, but needing to understand.

"He'd get drunk, and when he was drunk, he'd…he'd hurt us," Yunho's voice is barely above a whisper. "My mom did her best, but she was scared too. I had to protect her. And when she couldn't… I had to protect myself." His eyes are haunted, staring at a memory that wasn't in the room with us, but was all too real to him.

"What did you do?" you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "To protect yourself, I mean."

Yunho takes a deep, shaky breath. "I learned to fight back. I learned to make sure he never laid a hand on either of us again." His eyes are distant, lost in the shadows of his memories.

"What- what does that mean, Yunho? Like, literally, what did you do?" you ask, your voice wavering slightly. You could feel the gravity of his confession, the weight of his secrets pressing down on him.

He looks at you, his expression a tumultuous mix of fear and hope. "I… I killed him," he says, his voice barely audible. The room seems to hold its breath, the air thick with the unspoken understanding that things have changed between you.

You stared at him, your eyes wide with shock. "Your dad? You killed your dad?"

Yunho nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "It was the only way to stop him. After that, things got… complicated." He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling heavily. "But that's not all of it."

"You…killed your dad." you blanked at the worst possible moment, your mind racing to catch up with what he had just said.

"It was an accident," he rushed to explain, his hands fidgeting nervously. "He was hurting my mom, and I… I just snapped. I didn't mean to, but it happened." The confession hung in the air, a stark contrast to the gentle rhythm of your breathing.

"What did you-- um, what did-- how did you do it?" your voice trembled slightly, the question barely leaving your lips.

Yunho's eyes searched yours for a moment before he spoke, his voice low and hollow. "I just… I didn't realize how strong I was. I pushed him away from her, and he stumbled back and hit his head on the corner of the table." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "It was so fast. And he just… didn't get back up."

You sat up, your eyes never leaving Yunho's as he spoke. The room was silent except for the faint sound of the clock ticking in the hallway, each second echoing like a judgment. His story was like a dark tapestry, each thread weaving into the next, painting a picture of pain and survival that you hadn't expected to see. You felt your heart break for the little boy he had been, the one who had to become a man too soon.

Without warning, you pull him into a hug, your arms wrapping around his waist. "Oh, Yunho," you murmur into his chest, your voice thick with emotion. His body tenses for a moment before he relaxes into your embrace, his arms sliding around your shoulders. It's strange, how your hearts can be beating so close together while feeling so far apart in terms of what you've each experienced. But here you are, sharing the most intimate of moments.

"It wasn't your fault." You whispered the words against his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He stiffens for a moment before his arms tighten around you. It was the first time you had seen him so vulnerable, so broken.

Yunho's breath hitched, and you felt his shoulders begin to shake. He was crying, silently sobbing. The strong, stoic man you knew was crumbling before your eyes, and all you could do was hold him. It was a stark reminder that everyone has a past, and some demons refuse to stay buried.

"Thank you," he choked out, his voice muffled by your shirt. "Nobody's ever said that to me before."

"Well, I love you. And I would never in a million years tell you that you deserved that. Because you didn't." You spoke softly, your voice a balm to his soul. The words were simple, but to him, they were a lifeline thrown into the stormy waters of his guilt.

Yunho's grip on you tightened, and he buried his face in your neck, his hot tears soaking through your shirt. He had never allowed himself to be this weak in front of anyone, especially not in the arms of someone who had the power to either save him or bring him down. But with you, he felt… safe. Like maybe, just maybe, you could understand.

"It hasn't gone away." Yunho's voice was a mere whisper in the stillness of the room. "The… the urge to hurt. To fight. It's always there." His confession was raw, a stark revelation of the monster that lurked beneath his charming exterior.

"The urge to…kill?" You ask tentatively, your voice trembling slightly. The word felt like a betrayal to the comfort you had been offering just moments ago.

Yunho nods, his face buried in your hair. "But I want to get better for you. I don't want to be this person anymore."

You stroke his back gently, the gravity of his words weighing heavily on your heart. "I believe in you," you whisper, unsure if the words are enough to banish the darkness within him.

Yunho pulls back, his eyes red and wet with unshed tears. "I don't deserve you."

"Yes you do." you smile gently, wiping the tears from his cheek. "And I'm here for you. We'll figure it out together."

Yunho looks at you, his eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he sees is compassion and understanding. It's a feeling he's not used to. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking.

"Sorry?" You ask, your voice filled with genuine confusion. "For what?"

Yunho sighs heavily, his eyes searching yours. "For everything. For being like this, for bringing you into my mess." His hands trace over your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear.

"Oh god, Yunho, shut up. To be here comforting you is all I want to do," you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. It works. His shoulders relax a little, and he manages a small smile.

"Have you eaten?" you ask, changing the subject, trying to give him a break from his confession. You can't help but worry about the weight of his words, the gravity of his past, but you know pushing him too hard would only make things worse.

Yunho nods, his expression still haunted. "Yeah, I grabbed something quick."

"Noodles?" You ask, your voice gentle, trying to keep the conversation light. Yunho nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "I bought a couple bowls from the corner store a few hours ago when you left."

Yunho sighs, his eyes searching yours as he sits up, his hand still resting on your cheek. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner."

"It's okay," you reply, your voice gentle. "I'm just here for you."

Yunho's eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of fear or judgment, but all he saw was acceptance. It was a feeling so foreign to him that it was almost overwhelming. He hadn't expected you to take the news so well, and a part of him wondered if this was all just a twisted fantasy, a brief reprieve from the harsh reality of his existence. But your touch was real, your warmth seeping into his bones and chasing away the chill that had taken residence in his soul.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, the gesture simple but filled with love and understanding. "Let's go get some noodles," you murmured.

The two of you left the bedroom, the hallway's light a stark contrast to the intimate darkness you'd shared moments ago. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath your feet. In the kitchen, you filled two bowls with the steaming noodles, the aroma of the spicy broth filling the air. Yunho watched you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if you were the only thing keeping him anchored in the present.

"What are you starin' at?" you giggle, snapping him out of his trance.

"Just making sure you're real," Yunho smiles sadly, taking the bowl of noodles from your hand. "It's just… I've never had anyone understand me like you do."

You hand him a pair of chopsticks, your heart aching for the pain he's been carrying for so long. "I'm here, Yunho," you assure him, sitting down at the table across from him. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Yunho nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he takes the chopsticks. The two of you dig into the noodles, the steam rising to mingle with the tension that still hung in the air.

"You know, these noodles are really good," Yunho said, slurping a mouthful, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I think I'd prefer to watch you eat."

You blushed, your cheeks warming at his flirty tone. "What makes you say that?"

Yunho smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You have a cute way of slurping them," he teased, taking another bite.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You're one to talk," you said, slurping a mouthful of noodles. The sound echoed in the kitchen, making him chuckle.

"Maybe I just like watching you blush," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. The flirtatious banter was a welcome change from the heaviness of his confession. For a brief moment, you could almost pretend that the world outside didn't exist, that the only thing that mattered was the two of you sharing a simple meal in the quiet of the night.

"Well, you're not too bad at it yourself," you retorted, taking a playful bite of your noodles. Yunho's smirk grew wider, his eyes dancing with amusement. "But seriously, these are amazing. What's the secret?"

"I may trust you, but not with my secret recipe." You laugh, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you twirl a strand of noodle around your fork. The sound of your laughter is like a balm to his soul, a gentle reminder that there's more to life than the darkness he's been drowning in.

Yunho shakes his head, grinning. "I'll just have to steal it, then," he says, reaching over to swipe a noodle from your bowl with his chopsticks. You squeal playfully, slapping his hand away.

"Hey!" you protest, laughter bubbling up in your throat. "Those are mine!"

Yunho laughs, his eyes lighting up with genuine amusement. "You snooze, you lose," he says, popping the noodle into his mouth. You can't help but smile, the heaviness of his confession momentarily forgotten in the warmth of your shared laughter.

After you both finish eating, you collect the empty bowls and take them to the sink. The sound of the water running is soothing, a gentle reminder of the normalcy that still exists amidst the chaos of his life.

Yunho watches you wash the dishes, the way your hands glide through the soapy water, the soft curve of your back as you lean into the task. His gaze is intense, a silent confession of his thoughts.

"What's up?" you ask, catching him staring. You turn off the faucet and dry your hands, turning to face him.

"Nothing, you're just…" Yunho's voice trails off as he tries to find the right words. "You're just… you."

You turn to face him, your smile fading slightly as you see the intensity in his gaze. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Yunho stands from his chair, walking over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. "It means that you're… everything." His voice is low and earnest. "You're the first person who's ever accepted me for who I am, even with all the shit I've done."

You lean back against him, his warmth enveloping you as his hands roam over your body. He kisses the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of your collarbone.

"Really? You wanna kiss my neck while I'm elbow deep in the dishes?" you giggle, your voice playfully sarcastic, but the way your body responds to his touch betrays your true feelings. His hands are warm and firm, the gentle strokes sending shivers down your spine.

"I wanna kiss every inch of you," Yunho murmurs, his breath sending delicious shivers down your neck. You lean back into him, his arms wrapping around you from behind, pulling you closer. His hands glide over your waist, up to your chest, his hands move underneath your top, taking in handfuls of your breasts. "And I'm not just saying that because you're covered in noodle soup."

You giggle, feeling your cheeks flush at his bluntness. "Well, I'd hope not," you say, your voice teasing as his thumbs trace circles around your sensitive nipples. He nibbles on your earlobe, sending sparks through your body. "You're a hornball."

"Only for you," Yunho whispers, his voice a low rumble that makes your knees wobble. He kisses along the side of your neck, his teeth grazing the skin. "You have no idea how much I want you."

"You gonna bend me over the sink?" you tease, your voice breathy with arousal as you feel his growing hardness pressing against your back. Yunho chuckles, his hands continuing their journey over your skin.

"If that's what you want," he whispers into your ear, his breath sending goosebumps down your spine. "You know I don't mind."

You bite your lip, the thought of him taking you right here in the kitchen sending a thrill through your body. "What if I want something… a little more… intimate?" You lean back into him, your body arching slightly as his hands wander lower, slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"Intimate, huh?" Yunho's voice is a low purr as he unties your shorts and slides them down your legs. "No underwear… you planned this."

You step out of the pool of fabric around your ankles, the cool kitchen floor a stark contrast to the heat building between your thighs. Yunho's hands are everywhere, spreading your thighs apart as he gently pushes you against the sink. The cold porcelain sends a shiver through your body, making you gasp as he kisses along your shoulders, his hands skimming over your hips.

"Fuck," you moan softly, placing your hands on the wall in front of you so you didn't fall face first in the sink. The cold porcelain was a stark contrast to the heat building in your core as Yunho's mouth found yours, kissing you deeply. His hands slid down your body, caressing every curve, every inch of skin. He kissed down your neck, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

"Please," you murmur, your voice needy and desperate. "I need you, Yunho."

He nods, his eyes dark with desire as he knelt behind you. With surprising gentleness, he moved your legs apart, his warm breath ghosting over the back of your thighs. "You're so perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

You lean over the sink, your heart racing as you feel his hot breath between your legs. "Yunho…" you whisper, your voice shaking with anticipation. Feathered kisses fall across the backs of your thighs, moving closer to the juncture of your thighs. Your core clenches, eager for his touch.

"You're so wet," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a low growl that sends a tremor through your body. You bite back a whimper, your knees threatening to buckle as his tongue traces a line from your entrance to your clit. You've never been so exposed, so vulnerable, but with him, you feel… safe. Desired.

You pulled your sleeves over your hands, trying not to look into the sink as you were bent over. The kitchen light was harsh, but it was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. Yet, as Yunho's tongue found your clit, you couldn't help but arch your back and moan. The sensation was overwhelming, and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

"Mm, you taste so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place as his tongue danced over your folds. You could feel him smiling against you, his eyes watching your body twitch.

"Oh god, Yunho," you gasped, your hands curling into fists as you felt the beginnings of an orgasm build. He was relentless, his mouth working you like he had nothing else to do but make you come. And in that moment, maybe he didn't.

His tongue swirled around your clit, the pressure increasing until you thought you might pass out. "Please," you begged, your voice shaking. "I'm gonna…"

His fingers dug into your ass, spreading you open as he feasted on your wetness, his tongue flicking and stroking with expert precision. You moaned, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge of the sink, the cold metal pressing into your skin. The sensation of his mouth on you was heavenly, a stark contrast to the horror of his past and the fear of what might happen if anyone found out. But in this moment, all that mattered was the warmth of his tongue, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the way he knew exactly how to make you feel alive.

You placed your hand on the wall, bracing yourself as Yunho's tongue delved deeper, swirling and stroking with a hunger that made you quiver. His hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place as he feasted on you. The sound of his eager slurps filled the kitchen, mixing with your breathy moans. Your legs felt like jelly, but his firm grip kept you steady as he worked his magic.

"You're gonna make me come," you whispered, your voice shaky with need.

He chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah," you say breathlessly, your voice trembling with anticipation. "L-Like it."

Yunho's chuckle turns into a groan of pleasure as he dives back in, his tongue lapping at your folds with renewed enthusiasm. You're so close, you can feel it. Your toes curl and your hips rock back, pushing into his face. His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he takes you to the edge.

"F-Fuck! Fuck, oh my god!" you cry out as you feel the orgasm crash over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it. Yunho's tongue laps up your juices, his grip on your hips tightening as you come undone in front of him. Your legs are trembling, and your grip on the sink is the only thing keeping you upright. He pulls back, his mouth slick with your essence, a smug smile on his face as he looks up at you.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He says, his voice low and smug.

He flipped you around, the smugness in his eyes unmistakable. "Better?"

"Oh my god, it's all over your chin." you giggle, using your sleeves to wipe his face. Yunho smirks, his eyes never leaving yours as you clean him up. The moment is surprisingly intimate, a stark contrast to the raw passion that just played out between you.

"Can we fuck now?" You ask, your voice a mix of sass and need, your legs still wobbly from the orgasm that had just ripped through your body.

Yunho chuckles, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Always eager, aren't you?" He nuzzles into your neck, his breath tickling your ear.

"You know it," you murmur, your voice a seductive whisper. He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you over to the couch. He lays you down, his body pressing into yours, and you can feel his hardness through his pants.

He grabs your hand and places it on his bulge. "Feel that?" His voice is gruff, his eyes dark with need. "It's all for you."

You nod, your cheeks flushing as you stroke him through the fabric of his pants. "I want you," you murmur, your voice a soft invitation. Yunho's smile turns feral as he undoes the button of his jeans, sliding them down his hips to free his erection. He slides his jacket off, tossing it aside. His shirt follows, revealing the toned chest you had explored the night before.

He pushes you down onto the couch, his hands rougher than the gentle caresses from the previous night. You don't protest, instead arching your back and spreading your legs for him. He grabs your hips, aligning himself with your entrance, and without preamble, he slams into you. You gasp, the suddenness of his thrust taking you by surprise. It's rough, almost violent, but it's what you crave in this moment.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his teeth clenched as he starts to move. His strokes are deep and demanding, each one pushing you closer to the edge. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, your nails digging into his back. "You're mine," he says, his voice a growl. "Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to love."

"F-Fuck, y-yes!" you gasped, your body stretching to accommodate his thickness. The pain was exquisite, a stark reminder of his dominance over you. His hips rocked into yours, setting a punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.

"You like it, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. "You like it when I fuck you hard."

"Yeah," you panted, your voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "I f-fucking love it, oh my god."

Yunho smirked, his strokes becoming more aggressive. "You're so wet, baby," he murmured, his hips slapping against yours. "You want it, don't you?"

"Y-yeah, want it," you stuttered, your voice thick with lust. "Harder, please."

Yunho's eyes flashed with desire, his grip on your hips tightening. "You got it, baby," he growled, his hips pumping into yours with a ferocity that had your eyes rolling back into your head.

You grabbed onto the armrest behind you, your nails digging into the fabric as Yunho's thrusts grew more powerful. "F-fuck, y-you're so big," you stuttered, the pleasure bordering on pain.

"Mm, you're so tight," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "So fucking tight." His voice was low, a deep rumble that vibrated through your core.

"Y-Yunho, please," you whimpered, your body writhing beneath him. "M-More,"

"More?" He smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he slows down his pace. "You want more?"

You whimpered in response, your body begging for more as Yunho's grip tightened on your hips. "Y-yes," you panted.

"Tell me," he whispered, his teeth grazing your ear. "Tell me what you want."

His thrusts slowed as he whispered in your ear, his hands roaming your hips and ass, squeezing and caressing as he watched you squirm. "What do you want?" His voice was a mix of amusement and lust.

"Harder," you whimpered, your legs tightening around him. "More."

Yunho chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in closer. "You're so greedy," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and tickling. His hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking your nipples.

"But you love it," you shot back, your voice breathless with desire. He smirks, his hips rolling into yours in a slow, taunting grind. "Don't you?"

"Maybe," he says, his eyes never leaving yours as he adjusts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. "But I want to hear you say it."

"Fuck," you gasped, your body arching off the couch as he hits that perfect spot inside you. "Yes, right there."

"Good girl," Yunho murmured, his strokes growing more deliberate. "Keep talking dirty to me."

You nodded, your cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Y-yes," you managed to get out, your voice trembling with every thrust. "I love it when you… w-when you talk like that."

Yunho's smirk grew wider, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to pick up the pace again. "Tell me," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "What do you love about it?"

You bit your lip, trying to form coherent thoughts as he rocked into you. "I-I love… how you make me feel," you stuttered, the words barely escaping your mouth as your body was wracked with pleasure. "How you take… take what you want. E-Even though you didn't do that before-"

"Felt like being in control," Yunho murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. "But you like it rough, don't you?"

"So do you," you panted out, your eyes locked onto his as you felt another orgasm building within you. "I like it when you're in charge."

"Yeah?" he tilts his head, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

"Y-Yes-" you tug on his arm, arching your back off of the couch and moaning. "F-Fuck, don't stop!"

Yunho chuckles, his lips grazing against your ear as he sped up his thrusts. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel your orgasm building, the tightness in your stomach unfurling into a warm, delicious ache. You bite your lip, trying not to scream as he hits that perfect spot again and again.

He holds the back of his head, his other hand digging into the couch cushion next to you, his breaths coming out in pants and grunts. You wrap your legs around him, your heels digging into his back, urging him on. His movements become erratic, his breath hot and ragged against your neck.

"Yeah, baby," he murmurs, his voice strained with effort. "Take it all."

"Oh my god," you murmur, your voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief as Yunho's strokes become more deliberate. The room falls silent except for the sound of your ragged breaths and the wet slap of your bodies coming together. You close your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you.

"You're so close," Yunho whispers, his voice a gentle rumble in your ear. His thumb finds your clit, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, baby."

You nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds. You tighten around him, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Yunho's grip on your hips turns bruising, his strokes quickening. "Cmon, you got it." he whispers, his voice a gentle coax.

You bite your lip, nodding again, your eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure crash over you. He's right there with you, his breathing shallow and fast, his hips stuttering as he nears his climax.

He continued rubbing your clit, his strokes matching the rhythm of his hips as he talked dirty in your ear. "So good, baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You're gonna come so hard for me again, I know you can do it."

It was too much to handle, the pleasure building so fast and intense. You could feel it coiling in your stomach, reaching for that peak that seemed to elude you. Your nails dug into the couch cushions, your body taut as a bowstring.

As your second orgasm started to build, the overstimulation hit you like a truck, your body tightening around him like a vice. You could feel him swell inside you, his breaths becoming more ragged. His eyes never left yours, a silent communication passing between you. You both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

You shut your eyes tightly, arching your back off of the cushions and clawing at the armrest behind you, your other hand grabbing his wrist, the wrist of the hand that was on your clit. Yunho's strokes grew faster, his breaths coming in hot, harsh pants against your neck. "Almost there," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

You couldn't even speak anymore, the pleasure was too intense. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you nodded as best as you could, letting your body do the talking for you. Yunho's hips rocked into yours, the friction building with every thrust. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb still working your clit. "You're so close."

You inhaled sharply, cursing his name as you came a second time, squirting around his cock, the warmth of your release coating him. His eyes widened, a groan escaping his lips. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, his strokes becoming erratic as he lost control, releasing deep inside of you.

You laid there, panting heavily, your legs trembling around his waist. Yunho leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his breaths matching yours in their desperation. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble.

"Mmhmm," you murmured, your eyes still squeezed shut. "So… so good."

"I love you," Yunho whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart. You look up at him, the intensity in his eyes making your stomach flip.

You bite your lip, smiling dazedly. "I love you too.."

[ateezscupid]

cant wait to read hello, you. ahhhhhhhhh serial killer yunho yessss sign me up! please add me into the taglist if you have any 😚🫶🏻

I'M EXCITED TOOO!! i have so many ideas for this series tehe. I will definitely add you to the taglist!!!

[ateezscupid]

omg im so mad and sad about yeosang barely having any lines too!! like his voice is SOOO nice and he’s actually my fav vocalist (?) in the group. i loved how he had so much lines in “its you,” but i swear it feels like a fever dream sometimes bc he basically in songs where there is 8 members, he gets barely any lines :(

i loved lemon drop tho😙

SAMMEEE i love lemon drop, giving very much 2018-2019 k-pop vibes. really brings me back 😝 but the amount of lines yeosang got is sickening. i really wish they gave him the same amount of lines as the other members :( same with wooyoung

[ateezscupid]

it’s so tiring seeing yeosang’s lines be so short when he has such an amazing voice :(. Yeosang didn’t do anything to deserve this treatment from them.

i really really want rant about everything happening with yeosang right now. (even though I did it on twt too but idc) so you may ignore this

lemon drop is a banger i can't argue with that. everything from the music to the mv was perfect.

but the fact yeosang got only 8 SECONDS?? even after being 7 years into his career?? that's just disgusting. now before you say "but he has says lines in nthaah" ITS A BSIDE! b-sides are not promoted as much as title tracks!!

obviously eden and kq are to blame. this has been going on for a long time and its pissing me off. yeosang has such good vocals and is such a hardworking idol and gets mistreated like this is so frustrating.

its always wooyoung or yeosang getting less lines. if yeosang gets more lines, wooyoung gets less (eg. iomt), and when woyoung gets more lines yeosang gets less (eg. lemon drop)

but imagine being SEVEN YEARS into your career and getting 8 seconds of lines?? THE FUCKING KQ INTRO IS LONGER!!! CAN YOU IMAGINE?

AND!! YEOSANG EVEN SPOKE UP ABOUT IT TODAY!!

Imagine being banned from the one thing you actually enjoy & feel happy doing. and the fact that they won’t even let him cut his hair? Yes, it looks good on him, but it should be his choice in the end.

I’m so mad right now. This has been going on for so long I’m tired of kq mistreating Yeosang

the fact its his birthday soon and he's not feeling well :(

yeosang is such kind soul that man is always thinking about others and never letting anyone feel left out and the fact he's getting treated like this (for 7 years now) is so fucking sad

i dont want to stir drama on tumblr as this is peaceful place but i just wanted to rant cuz this is NOT okay.

[ateezscupid]

─── 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝒀𝑶𝑼.. ꕮ 003 ─ Infiltrated.

SUMMARY / The date was successful, and you fell for him. Call that love at first sight. However, the closer you got, the weirder things became. Your accounts were getting hacked, your privacy was being violated, and more murders...yet you remain oblivious to the source.

WARNINGS ✩ SMUT, Sensitive Topics!! (death, murder, stalking), reader's social media accs are hacked (at the hands of yunho, just doesn't know), switch!yunho, switch!reader, oral, fingering, unprotected sex

WORD COUNT ✩ 5.0k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @hoe4yunho @prettylilack @lustfxq @shownumiss @hwxbibi@nneteyamss @joonhasjiminsjams @herpoetryprincess @napipope-ta @wyrated @leeseokiwi @trinityobsessesovatings @kittykat-25 @yourallaround-simp @ewsnup @kysstar @tunafishyfishylike

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST / REQUEST ─── Next Chapter ౨ৎ 

When Yunho took you home that night, it was like the stars had aligned. His eyes, a warm shade of brown, had a way of making you feel seen, understood in a way no one else ever had. The talk during the date and the car ride home was soothing, a gentle melody to the sound of thoughts racing through your mind.

Though the next morning, you were scared to text him. You had already fallen head over heels for him, what if he thought you were weird? You took a deep breath and sent a casual message,

"Morning 😊" your message read, accompanied by a simple emoji. The anticipation was palpable as you waited for his response.

Yunho's reply came swiftly, "Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" The warmth of his message sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. Each date was more perfect than the last, filled with laughter, shared stories, and a growing connection that felt too good to be true. He was attentive, charming, and had a mysterious allure that drew you in.

You genuinely liked him, and it was evident that he felt the same. Your days grew brighter with his presence, and your heart fluttered at every little gesture he made—the way he'd hold your hand a little longer than necessary or the sweet kisses that lingered after saying goodbye. The nervousness from the first date had transformed into a comfortable ease between the two of you. You felt like you could tell him anything, and he felt like a safe haven in the chaos of the world.

On one date, you both decided to explore the city together, strolling through a park that was a kaleidoscope of spring colors. Yunho pointed out every little detail, from the blooming cherry blossoms to the laughter of children playing nearby. He made the mundane feel magical, and you couldn't help but feel like you were floating on a cloud. His hand found yours, and you linked fingers, the simple touch sending sparks up your arm.

That time you went on a coffee date and he brought you your favorite blend, even though you had only mentioned it once in passing. The way he'd listen so intently to every word you said, as if each syllable was a secret to be cherished. The gentle way he'd brush your hair behind your ear when it fell in your face, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps along your skin.

The most embarrassing of all, however, was when he showed up at your job with a bouquet of roses. You worked at a small, quaint cafe, and the sight of Yunho standing there, looking like a celebrity lost in the aisles, sent a wave of heat to your cheeks. Your coworkers whispered and giggled as he approached the counter, presenting the flowers with a boyish grin that made you want to melt into a puddle right there.

"F-For me?" You stuttered, your heart racing as you took the bouquet from him, feeling the coolness of the roses contrasting with the heat of your cheeks.

Yunho chuckled, nodding. "Of course, for you." He leaned in, kissing you softly on the forehead. "You deserve the world, and if I can't give you that, I'll start with these."

Your co-workers were behind you cheesing like they had just seen the best rom-com ever. You couldn't help but laugh it off, feeling the warmth of the roses in your hand and the warmth of his affection in your chest. It was like a fairy tale, but better because it was your real life. The dates continued, each one more magical than the last.

One evening, you found yourself in his arms at the top of a hill overlooking the city, the lights twinkling below like a sea of stars. The breeze was cool, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant sound of a guitar. It was the perfect setting for a first kiss, and when it finally happened, it was everything you had hoped for—gentle, sweet, and filled with promise.

Since that kiss, you've been inseparable, spending every free moment together. You find yourself lost in his stories of his past, his dreams, his fears—everything about him is fascinating, and you can't get enough. Your dates are no longer just about getting to know each other; they're about building a future together, a future that feels so close you can almost touch it.

Yunho is the kind of person who notices the little things—how you like your coffee, the way you laugh at his jokes, the way your eyes light up when you talk about your passions. He remembers everything and uses it to make each moment with him feel tailored just for you. You find comfort in his arms, and when he looks at you, it's like he sees right through to your soul.

Neither of you have ever said you loved each other, but the word lingers in the air, unspoken yet palpable. But as your relationship blooms, a shadow of unease starts to creep into the periphery of your life. The first sign is your social media accounts being hacked, your personal photos and messages suddenly available to the world. You're baffled, upset, but Yunho is there, a pillar of support, helping you through the tedious process of changing passwords and reporting the breach. He's the one who suggests taking a break from social media, to protect your privacy. It seems like a reasonable idea, so you agree, but the feeling of being watched remains, a prickly sensation at the back of your neck.

The first week of you not frequently posting on your stories, your friends started to worry. They messaged you privately, asking if everything was okay. You assured them it was just a needed break, but the truth was, the violation of your privacy had left a bitter taste in your mouth. The joy of posting your life's moments had been tainted by the thought of an unknown audience watching, judging, potentially plotting. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone had a vendetta against you, but you didn't dare voice it to Yunho, fearing you'd sound paranoid.

"Why would someone hack my accounts?" you pouted, scrolling through the notifications that littered your screen. Yunho frowned, his gaze drifting over your shoulder as he read the concerned messages from your friends.

"Maybe they wanna watch your every move?" Yunho said, his voice a mix of concern and amusement, trying to lighten the mood. But the way his eyes tightened, just for a split second, made you question if he knew more than he let on.

You shivered, pushing the thought aside. "It's just weird, that's all."

And not only that, but the murders became more frequent—each one eerily similar to the last, as if the killer was leaving breadcrumbs for someone to follow. The news was flooded with reports of women being lured from dating apps and found in abandoned buildings, their lives brutally stolen. The city was gripped by fear, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of terror every time you walked home from work alone. The streets didn't feel as safe anymore, and the comfort of the night had turned into a cloak of darkness that held secrets you didn't want to know.

You didn't feel too scared, though. Yunho vowed to protect you, and you believed him. You had seen his fiery protectiveness when someone bumped into you at the grocery store or when a cat was stuck in a tree. Surely, if someone was stalking you, he'd be the first to know.

The two of you had just returned from a day out, your cheeks flushed from the cold and your heart full of joy. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when a notification popped up, alerting you of a new follower on your newly created Instagram account. You flicked over to see a profile with no picture and no posts, only the name "EyesOnYou." A shiver ran down your spine as you read the user's bio—a simple yet chilling message: "I see everything you do."

Should you have told Yunho? The question haunts your thoughts as you stare at the "EyesOnYou" notification. You chew your bottom lip, contemplating whether to share this with him. Would he understand? Would he believe you? You swipe the notification away, deciding to deal with it later. But the feeling of unease lingers, like a persistent itch you can't quite reach.

"Yuyu?" You called out for him, your voice echoing through the quiet apartment. He had gone to grab takeout, leaving you with the TV on to keep you company. You had hoped to share the disturbing news about the haunting profile with him, but maybe it was for the best that you had time to think.

"Ugh," you sigh, pushing your phone into the pocket of your sweatpants. The TV was playing some reality show, the dramatic music and high-pitched screams echoing through the room. You weren't really watching it; your mind was racing with thoughts about the "EyesOnYou" account. The sound of the door unlocking snaps you back to reality, and you jump to your feet as Yunho walks in with a bag of Chinese takeout.

"Yunho!" you jump to your feet, a smile spreading across your face as he enters the apartment with the tantalizing aroma of Chinese food. You decide to shove the unsettling thought of the account to the back of your mind for now. Tonight is about the two of you, not some creep lurking online.

"Hi beautiful," Yunho greets, a warm smile playing on his lips as he kicks off his shoes and places the food on the coffee table. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

"What did you get me?" You playfully wiggled out of his embrace to peer into the bag, the aroma of sweet and sour pork wafting through the air. Yunho chuckled, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing for you to join him.

"Only your favorite," he said with a smirk, pulling out a steaming carton of fried rice. Your stomach rumbled in response, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of affection for him. He always knew how to take care of you, even in the smallest of ways.

"Did you work on any art before I came?" Yunho asked, nodding towards your easel set up in the corner of the room. The canvas was a mess of blues and whites, a stormy seascape that had been haunting your thoughts for weeks.

"No," you replied, shaking your head and trying to shrug off the creeping anxiety. "I was just watching TV and waiting for you." You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and sat beside him, the warmth of his body seeping into you as you picked at the food. The TV played in the background, a mindless distraction as you both enjoyed the comfort of each other's presence.

You cuddled up next to him on the couch, the warmth of his body and the aroma of the food creating a comforting bubble around you. As you shared bites of egg rolls and dumplings, the tension of the day melted away, and you found yourself leaning into his embrace more and more. His hand rested on your thigh, the weight of it comforting as the TV played on.

You stared at the hand on your thigh, feeling the comfort of his touch as the world outside grew colder. The TV droned on, the reality show now replaced by the evening news. The anchor's voice grew serious as she spoke of the latest victim found in an alleyway, her life cut short by the notorious dating app killer. Your heart skipped a beat, and you pushed the thoughts away, focusing on Yunho's gentle caress.

"Shame what happened to her." Yunho's voice was a soft murmur beside you, his eyes flickering to the TV briefly before returning to you. "But don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you," he assured, squeezing your hand gently.

"Really?" you sat up straighter, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach that the news story had dug. "It's just… scary to think about."

Yunho nodded solemnly. "It is. But as long as I'm around, I'll keep you safe." His voice was like a warm blanket, wrapping around you and banishing the coldness of the outside world. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now, let's not spoil our night with such grim thoughts."

"Yeah…" you gulp, trying to shake off the fear that had taken root in your stomach. "Let's just enjoy our dinner."

You went silent for a couple minutes, lost in the rhythm of Yunho's thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand. The TV played on, but you couldn't focus on the words anymore. The tension in the air thickened, and suddenly, the only thing that mattered was the space between your bodies, the anticipation of what was to come. You leaned in, your eyes meeting his, and he didn't need any more invitation. His hand cupped the back of your neck, and he pulled you into a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a kiss filled with passion and promise, a kiss that made your knees weak.

Yunho's arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap as the kiss grew deeper. His other hand found the hem of your shirt, sliding it up your back, the fabric whispering against your skin. You gasped as his hand brushed over your bare shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. It was like you were two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place, fitting together in a way that felt so natural, so right.

"Fuck," you chuckle breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss. Yunho's eyes searched yours, filled with a hunger that was as palpable as the tension in the air. The TV flickers in the background, casting shadows across the room as you both succumb to the passion that had been simmering between you for weeks.

"Bed-" you stammer out, unable to finish your sentence as Yunho's hands slide under your shirt. He nods, his eyes dark with desire, and lifts you off his lap. You giggle as he carries you to your bedroom, the room spinning slightly with excitement. He lays you gently on the bed, the softness of the comforter a stark contrast to the ferocity of his kisses. You're swept away in a current of passion that's been building for weeks, and all you can do is hold on tight as he explores your body with a tender urgency.

"I've been waiting for this," Yunho murmured, his voice a low rumble against your neck as his hands traced your curves. His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "To have you like this in front of me."

"Yeah?" you whisper, your voice shaking slightly with anticipation as Yunho's hands continue their journey up your shirt. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent question in his gaze. You nod, and he captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate duel. You pull back just enough to tug off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and sweatpants.

"Cmon," you breathe out, reaching behind to unclasp your bra. It hits the floor with a soft thud, and you're left in nothing but your sweatpants. Yunho's eyes are on you like a hawk, devouring every inch of your exposed skin. His hand slides up your bare torso, thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. You gasp, arching into his touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he groans, his voice thick with want. He kisses you again, his hand sliding into your sweatpants to cup your ass. You moan into his mouth, grinding against him. The need to feel him inside you is growing more intense by the second.

Yunho breaks the kiss, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks at you. "Take these off," he commands, his voice low and firm. You obey, wriggling out of your pants and panties in one fluid motion. He stands at the edge of the bed, stripping off his own clothes with an efficiency that leaves you breathless. His body is a sculpted masterpiece, each muscle defined and flexing as he moves.

"You're so fucking sexy," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with desire as he climbs onto the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your hips. "You have no idea," you say, reaching up to stroke his jawline. He leans into your touch, his skin hot to the touch.

"Says you." he almost melts into your hand, his smirk growing wider. He leans down to kiss you again, his body pressing against yours.

"Oh my god, Yunho," you chuckle a bit. "Are you a sub?!"

He chuckles darkly. "Babe, I'll be whatever you want me to be." His eyes are hooded, full of desire.

"Whatever I want?" You repeat, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "That's a dangerous promise." You push him down onto his back, straddling his hips. His cock, hard and demanding, pressing against you.

"Mmhmm," he nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he runs his hands up your bare thighs. "Your wish is my command."

You smirk, feeling a thrill of power run through you. You lean down, placing feather-light kisses along his neck, feeling his pulse quicken. You kissed down his stomach, teasing him, making him squirm. "Well, I think it's time for you to show me what you can do," you murmur, your breath hot against his skin.

Yunho's eyes darken, and he groans, his hands gripping your hips. "You're playing with fire, baby," he says, his voice a low growl.

"Is that a promise?" You tease, your teeth grazing his ear. You feel his cock throb against you, and you can't help but grind down slightly.

"Y-Yes," he stutters, his grip on your hips tightening as you grind down on him. You smirk, feeling a thrill at the power you hold over him. You lean back, your hands on either side of his head, and align yourself with his hardness. But within seconds, his hands are on your hips and he flips you over onto his back. "Not so fast," he says with a smirk. "I want to make sure you're ready for me."

His mouth trails kisses down your chest, his teeth grazing your sensitive nipples. You arch your back, moaning as his tongue circles and flicks, sending waves of pleasure through you. His hands roam your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. He slides one hand down to your slick folds, his thumb teasing your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

"Ah, oh my god," you gasp as his thumb presses down harder, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your hands clench the bedsheets, trying to keep yourself grounded as his mouth continues to worship your breasts. The anticipation is unbearable, your body begging for release.

"So wet for me," Yunho murmurs, his voice a seductive purr as he slips two fingers inside you. You moan, your hips rising to meet his hand as he starts to pump in and out. "So tight, so perfect." He leans up to kiss you, his eyes hooded with lust as he feels you clench around his fingers.

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer, needing more. "Please," you whine, your voice needy and wanton. "I need it."

Yunho groans, his eyes dark with desire. "As you wish, my queen," he says, his voice thick with arousal. He moved back down your body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and bites that made you squirm. His fingers danced inside you, playing you like a maestro playing a fine instrument. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tightening around his digits.

You arch your back off the bed, your legs clenching around his face as his tongue darts inside you. "Yeah, baby," you moan, your voice a breathy whisper. "Just like that." Your fingers thread through his hair, gripping tight as he licks and sucks with an enthusiasm that sends shockwaves through your core. He seems to savor every drop of your arousal, his eyes never leaving yours as he pleasures you.

"Oh my god, you're so good," you praise, the words coming out in a rush as you feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. Yunho's eyes light up with pride, his tongue swirling around your clit in response. He's all yours, a willing servant to your desires. You can feel the power in that moment, the way he craves your satisfaction, and it turns you on even more.

"F-Fuck, don't stop-" you pant, your eyes rolling back into your head. Yunho's tongue is a masterful maestro, orchestrating your pleasure with an intensity that makes you see stars. His fingers plunge into you, hitting all the right spots, and you're lost in the symphony of sensations.

"R-Right there! Fuck!" You moan, your voice echoing in the quiet apartment, as Yunho's talented tongue and fingers work their magic. His eyes are glued to yours, watching you intently as your orgasm builds. You've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so in control.

You sat yourself up, your moans ripping themselves out of your throat as you watched him. You grabbed the bed sheets with the tightest grip you could muster, your knuckles turning white. "Harder," you breathed, and he obeyed, his tongue flicking against your clit with an intensity that made you feel like you were on fire. "Oh, f-fuck,"

Yunho's eyes remained on yours, the pupils dilated with lust, as he worked you over, his thumb now joining his tongue to bring you closer to the edge. "You taste so sweet," he murmured, his voice muffled against your sensitive flesh.

You closed your eyes, your insides tightening around his fingers, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. "You're gonna m-make me come," you warned, your voice thick with pleasure.

Just then, spurts of liquid came out of you, making you scream out his name, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You rode the wave of pleasure, your body shaking uncontrollably as he didn't let up, lapping up your essence like a starving man.

When you finally collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhausted, Yunho looked up at you with a satisfied smile. "Good boy," you murmured, stroking his hair. He leaned into your touch, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. You felt a strange sense of power, knowing that this powerful, charismatic man was willing to submit to your every whim.

"I love you." Yunho whispers, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that you rarely get to see. "I'll do anything for you."

"You love me?" You repeat, your voice hoarse from screaming out your pleasure. A lazy smile stretches across your face as you feel his cock throb against your thigh. "Prove it."

Yunho chuckles, his eyes lighting up with mischief. He slides up your body, his cock pressing against your stomach. "Anything," he says, his voice a seductive whisper. He kisses you deeply, his tongue caressing yours with a tenderness that belies the intensity of moments before.

"Then, fuck me," you demand, your voice a sultry purr. "Now."

Yunho's smile turns wolfish as he positions himself above you, his cock nudging at your entrance. He teases you, sliding the tip in and out, making you beg for more. "Please," you whine, your voice desperate. "I need you inside me."

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "So eager, aren't you?" He says, his voice thick with lust. He leans down to kiss you again, his tongue dancing with yours as he pushes into you inch by inch.

You moan into his mouth, the feeling of him filling you up making you feel so alive. "Yes," you breathe, your hips rocking up to meet his. "Just like that."

"Mm, baby, you feel so good," Yunho murmurs, his voice full of adoration as he begins to move, his hips sliding in and out of you with a smooth rhythm that steals your breath away. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more of him.

"F-Fuck me harder," you demand, your voice a low growl. Yunho's eyes flicker with surprise before he complies, his strokes growing more intense, his breathing ragged. You revel in the power, the control you have over him in this moment. "That's it," you encourage, your nails digging into his back as you meet his every thrust.

"You're so good, baby," you murmur, feeling yourself build towards another climax. His eyes are on yours, filled with a mix of pleasure and something else, something deeper. "Just like that," you breathe, your body moving in sync with his. His hips are a blur as he pounds into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

"You feel so good." he rests his forehead against yours, his breath hot and ragged as he pants. His eyes are hooded with lust, and you can see the effort it takes for him to keep himself in control. But he does it for you, because he loves you, because he wants to give you everything.

"You're mine," you murmur, your voice a low growl as you dig your nails into his back. The words are a declaration, a promise. And as he thrusts into you, you feel him claim you in return, his movements growing more possessive, more desperate. "And mine only," you repeat, louder this time, and he groans, his hips stuttering as he tries to hold back.

"Y-Yours," Yunho stammers, his eyes never leaving yours as he speeds up his pace. You feel him thicken inside you, his movements growing more urgent. "All yours," he confirms, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

"S-S'good," you praise, your voice a seductive purr. "Take it all, baby." You rock your hips in time with his thrusts, the friction building between you. "So good," you murmur, feeling the beginnings of another orgasm building. "Oh my god, I'm close."

"Come for me," he whispers, his voice a gentle command. "Come all over me, baby." His eyes are locked on yours, his gaze filled with a fiery passion that ignites your soul. You feel your orgasm crest, your body tightening around him as he drives into you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. "That's it," he groans, his own release imminent. "Come on, baby, let go."

"F-Fuck! Ah!" You scream, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Yunho's eyes are wild with desire, watching you fall apart around him. His own release is close, his hips pistoning into you with a need that's almost animalistic.

"I love you, god, I fucking love you-" Yunho's words are punctuated by his hips slamming into you, each thrust hitting you just right, sending you spiraling closer to the edge. "You're mine," he growls, his voice thick with possession as he claims you in the most primal way possible.

"Yeah," you pant, your voice hoarse from the screams of pleasure that had just torn from your throat. "I'm all yours." Your words are barely coherent, your mind a haze of sensation as his body moves against yours. "Harder," you whine, your nails digging into his back. "F-Fuck me h-harder."

Yunho obliges, his hips slamming into you with a ferocity that makes the bedframe rattle against the wall. You can't believe how good it feels, how right it feels to be filled by him. "You're so fucking tight," he groans, his voice strained with effort. "So wet, so hot."

You squeeze his forearm as tightly as you can, urging him deeper, harder. "More," you pant, your eyes never leaving his. "I need more."

"I'm gonna come," he whispers, his voice thick with lust. "Come with me, baby." His hand snakes down to where you're joined, his thumb finding your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure. You moan, your eyes fluttering shut as the intensity builds.

"Oh fuck, yes!" you breathe, your body tightening around him. "I'm g-gonna come again, I-I'm gonna come-!" The words are a chant, a prayer, as you feel yourself falling over the edge. You clench around his cock, your muscles contracting in sweet agony.

Yunho groans, his voice low and guttural as he speeds up, driving into you with a fervor that borders on obsession. "Come on my cock, baby, let me feel it." His eyes bore into yours, dark with need, as he watches you shatter.

Your walls clench around him, your orgasm milking him as you ride the waves of pleasure. "Fuck, yes!" you scream, your nails raking down his back. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sends you hurtling over the edge again, your body shaking with the force of it.

"You're so perfect," he grunts, his eyes never leaving yours as he empties himself into you. "Mine." His voice is raw, filled with a primal possessiveness that sends a thrill down your spine.

You collapse into the pillows, your chest heaving as your orgasm subsides. "I love you too," you murmur, your voice still thick with lust. Yunho's weight is comforting on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside you. You feel his heart pounding against your chest, a steady rhythm that mirrors your own racing pulse.

He leans down, placing a soft kiss on your neck. "You're so fucking amazing," he says, his voice a gentle murmur against your skin. You chuckle, your legs still wrapped around his waist.

"And you're not so bad either," you tease, stroking his back.

Yunho chuckles, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. "Not so bad?" He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his voice still low and gruff from the passionate exchange.

You giggle, feeling a warmth spread through your body that has nothing to do with the physical exertion.

"Yeah."

[ateezscupid]

wait but i thought y/n doesnt know yunho... i get y/n recognising the voice but calling him by name when y/n knows him as mysterious stranger.. did i miss the part where yunho tells his name to y/n 😭

You are actually so right, that's me slipping up as i was writing the second chapter LOL 😭 i reread it like 5 times too idk how i missed it. but thank you for pointing it out !! :p