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Yunho

Reputation: Your creative writing professor is so hot you’re about to fail his class. Dying to help you, the both of you figure out a new method to increase your penmanship.

pairing: vampire!yunho x human!fem!reader cw: blood, drinking blood, vampirism, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), public sex, alcohol consumption, if I miss any tags let me know Summary: After your friend stands you up at a bar, a handsome, mysterious stranger tries to light up your day. A/N: Finally!! my second interactive story, this time with yunho. This story is a choose-your-own-path story, each link at the end will take you through different routes with different plots and endings. I always have a lot of fun making these so I hope you will too. This story is 18+, minors do not interact.

Keeping up with his desires was not always easy, as a creature of the night in modern days some things had gotten just plain complicated. Furthermore, it didn’t help that he was picky about his tastes and likes, but when he landed his eyes on a target he did not rest until he had it. 

He had to have you. 

He realized it when he saw you across the bar, all on your own, toying with a glass of an untouched beverage. You looked rather… disappointed, if he had to put a word to it; vulnerable women weren’t exactly his type, but something about you was dragging him in, it was making him thirsty. 

“A glass of wine, please, cabernet.” he had approached your side on the bar and turned to the bartender “And whatever the lady wants to replace that watered-down drink of hers.” 

It took you a second to realize that he was talking about you since you were too absentmindedly toying with the slim red straw that your glass had as decoration. 

“Oh, no, that’s-” you tried to refuse politely, not really wanting to offend the handsome stranger, but also not in the mood for some random guy to be hitting on you. 

“Please, I insist” he raised a hand in your direction, accompanied by a charming, captivating smile that made you feel warm within yourself. “I know what it’s like to be stood up” he added “Asshole boyfriend?” his eyes searched for yours with a tilt of his head. 

At that moment you took a proper look at him. He had deep black hair that somehow shined blueish whenever the dim bar lights angled enough to hit his face. He was wearing frameless glasses and a turtleneck sweater adorned by chain-like necklaces that were barely covered by his leather jacket. Fair skin that contrasted perfectly with his deep black eyes. Those eyes, certainly profound enough to drown you in them if you weren’t careful, you could tell. 

As you were weighing your chances to come out of this exchange unharmed, which you deemed very slim, the bartender came back with his order. Then you noticed the nails when he took a hold of the glass, they were long for a man and they were almond-shaped as well, covered in shiny, transparent rocks. 

Despite his attention leaving you briefly to properly hold his drink, his eyes were deeply focused on yours, awaiting an answer to his question that was purposely formulated to test his own chances with you, and it wasn’t like you were particularly interested…

But there was just something about those eyes. 

“More like an ungrateful friend” you finally spoke, as if something was compelling you to do so. 

“I know the type.” he tried to sympathize in hopes you wouldn’t push him away “Care for some company?” 

Granted, you did not really want to get hit on tonight, least of all to go home and hook up with a stranger, but you figured why turn some free drinks and a nice conversation down? You decided to amuse him for a while. He was alluring, not bad on the eye at all, why not? 

After the first few minutes of awkward conversation and introductions, during which you learned his name was Jeong Yunho and he insisted on you calling him only ‘Yunho’, the conversation began to flow easily. It was almost as if he could see into you, that something was forcing you to keep talking about yourself no matter how stupid, embarrassing, or utterly unnecessary the information was. To every single bit of said information, though, he had an answer ready, some were of sympathy and understanding, and some similar stories of his own. You could feel a connection, a real connection that didn’t happen often. 

Yunho felt about the same way, the one difference was that you could feel it in your chest, and him? In the endless throbbing between his legs and the urge to make a mess out of that beautiful neck of yours. 

“...and I swear, the cat just climbed all the way up my leg and, before I knew it, it was on my head!” as he finished his sentence, he began to laugh at the reminiscing of his own story. 

You couldn’t help but laugh along; it’s not that the story was particularly funny, but he was enjoying himself so much it was infectious. 

“Must have been really talented, climbing a man as tall as you” you observed, your hand landing teasingly on his thigh “Gotta say, I’m kinda jealous” 

Maybe it was the booze of the few drinks you had had, maybe it was the fact that he smelled like morning dew, or maybe he was just ridiculously hot and you had started to get horny a while ago, but all this banter and laughing had gotten to you, and you were curious about what could happen next, or if he had the same interest in taking you home, hell, taking you at all. 

Yunho, smart and experienced as he was, picked up on the signal real quick, his eyes darkened at the prospect of having you, and if he was honest with himself, he’d rather that be sooner than later. 

“Well, we can’t have such a beautiful lady’s heart filled with such a nefarious feeling” he said as he took your hand and gently brought it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “Shall we move this somewhere else?” 

This text is 18+, minors do not interact.

Yeosang who looks innocent, cute, and inexperienced.

Yeosang who after he became your boyfriend was nothing short to the 'perfect gentleman'. Who opened doors, drinks, bags, anything you wanted.

Yeosang who in front of his friends treats you like the absolute princess that you are. Who outs your comfort, likes, needs, and wants above anything else that might require his attention.

Yeosang who loves seeing you cry out of overstimulation.

Yeosang who, in the bedroom, is the polar opposite of the perfect royal everyone else sees. Who enjoys the games of dominance and chase, who needs to have the first and last word in everything you do.

Yeosang who pounds into you relentlessly no matter how many times you have come and whose stamina runs until the sun comes up. Whose favorite position is doggy because he adores the view of seeing your cunt swallow him whole.

Yeosang Who slaps, bites, marks every area he wants to, because you are his, he owns you.

Yeosang who never forgets to cover you in kisses after he's done with you for the night. Who mutters sweet 'I love you's in your ear as he holds you close.

Yeosang who never forgets to praise you for how well you did after a particularly rough session.

It had taken just one glance, one look at you across the room as you laughed so soundly around your friends. Just one listen to the lovely tune that would torment his dreams from that day on.

Your name was but a mantra to him every night, as his skin burned with a heat so strong the sun itself would grow envious, as his hand trailed over his member with strength, as he touched and caressed himself.

Eyes closed, tainted by a vision of you. He burned from the inside out, he wanted to have you, he needed to have you. To defile the sweet look on your face with your lips around his cock, to destroy you until you were a moaning mess, that your ethereal eyes could only see hi,.

He was a man on fire, consumed, posessed by raw desire and passion that could only be sasiated by you. Yunho was a mess and he knew it. Night after night he could only thrust into his own hand, wondering when he would be blessed enough, touched by the angels, to replace it with your body instead.

He wanted you, he needed you.

Those were his thoughts on a daily basis, not matter where he were or what he was doing. He craved your touch, your lips, every night he would torture himself to the brink of an orgasm that would only come as he daydreamed of you.

And with every burning touch of his cum against his stomach, he resolved that he'd never have you, because the day he did it'd be the day the fire would finally consume him, and his body would turn to ashes to be blown away into the wind's memory.