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kpop-dungeon-dark · 4 years ago

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Fury Of The Dragon. (Dragon!Yifan x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, punishment sex, humiliation, degradation, walk of shame, exhibitionism, fear kink, headshave, ultimate ownership, Dragon!Yifan. My content isn’t for everyone so read at your own risk please. You're both legal in this.

Wu Yifan was seething from rage as he sliced the throat of the last peasant bandit through one of his claws that his human hands had morphed into for combat as the rest of his body remained human. Vision filled with red as sweat and blood of all the men he had killed, it was hard for it to locate the girl standing a few steps away, shaking in her now dirty and bloody wedding gown. Sniffing the air to locate her better in the dark jungle, the man wrapped his literal claw around one of her delicate arms, tugging her towards him and placing her on the horse.

He could just fly. But the King had very respectfully and fearfully requested him not to.

And Wu Yifan was a man of discipline, honesty, and his word.

The young lady, Y/n, his bride that had attempted to run away rather childishly in his honest opinion because no one could escape his grasp, trembled and cried, dreading the wedding and what was to come next.

Tales of how he treated traitors were terrifying.

In the span of the next few minutes, the girl's ashamed and scared parents had married her off to the man or… so it disguised itself as. Y/n could swear she had felt something much sharper and thinner against her lips -like a million fangs- when they had kissed. There was no way those were the teeth they could see guarded by his lips.

Something much more inhuman, if not sinister.

The journey to his Estate was the most nerve wracking for her. Having multiple meltdowns, constant crying and a panic attack, or two, she couldn't tell anymore, Y/n felt the carriage stop, causing a long and sharp inhale of air defensively.

But her groom didn't open the door and romantically helped her out before carrying her inside her new house bridal style. It angered Yifan to know that he was actually planning on doing that. The cliche many newly wedded husband's did which was driven by the love he felt for his now bride and wife.

The Grand General wasn't a man of much emotion, if any at all. Same went for the words he spoke. They were always careful and calculated.

Just enough to satisfy the need for communication, would it arise.

Y/n nodded respectfully at the carriage owner who had helped her inside upon the groom's order, placing her luggage besides her and respectfully bowing since she was Wu Yifan's wife. The man who was respected, feared and obeyed more than the King himself.

The one time he let his emotions consume him, and act upon them, this is what happened, huh?

"Did you really think you could get away?" The girl jumped at the ear piercingly deep voice from right beside her, making her search for the owner to see her husband standing a few feet away facing one of the many large windows that the living room walls of the mansion contained. "I could tell you were an innocent little simple girl but… are you really that stupid?"

Yifan's hands were held behind his back as he stared outside the window, form so calm a human would never be able to judge what he was feeling or what was actually coming. Streaks and droplets of blood from earlier stained his face, robes and hands. His tone was taunting and belittling.

Silence followed his words, the only noise being the grandfather clock as Y/n stared at the ground in fear and embarrassment.

Maybe. Just maybe. It wasn't really worth it.

The girl wasn't sure how much longer they stood just like that, Yifan's inhaling and exhaling gradually getting faster as he probably thought about the shame his bride brought him on the first day. To the point where steam started to escape his nose and ears.

It was when the heavy clock hit another hour that Yifan moved, and he moved so fast that Y/n’s slow human brain couldn't even decipher it before he was standing in front of her, causing her to gasp and jump back, looking at him for the very first time today with her pretty eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Ah… There are those pretty eyes~” the deep coo he let out sounded almost ingenuine due to how terrifyingly animalistic his voice had gotten. “Shining so bright and full of innocence… all for me.” A gasp left the girl when Yifan's long -maybe a bit too long- fingers slipped up her half open messy hair and wrapped it around them, tugging her beautiful face closer to his.

"After all these years of my continuous pride and victory, you, a mere human, thought I'd let you stain it and bring me shame?" Tears welled up in her already red eyes as she tried to shake her head only to receive a sharp slap right across her face with her groom's free hand. “Just because I decided you were pretty enough to carry my name and children?”

“N- No-!”

“You really are foolish enough to think I am demanding an answer and want to take it, huh?” The evil grin slipping through his lips allowed her a sight of the deadly fangs that decorated his mouth.

Y/n’s legs shook as she bit her lips and cried in fear. Everyone knew he wasn’t human. But being forced to witness it so up far and close�� She didn’t deserve this.

“Bad little wives like you get punished for trying to defame their husbands.” The girl couldn’t tell if Yifan could actually walk that fast and smooth or he was floating in the air a bit above the ground as he dragged her smaller body upstairs and into the grand master bedroom that was decorated with rose petals and candles.

She could have never counted on him for romantic gestures.

"They're punished and taught their pathetic little places as well as put in them" she winced from the sharp way he spat the words at her. "Stand right here and don't you dare fucking move." The terrified bride was too weak and petrified to move anyways, too busy trying to decipher the red-ish orang of his eyes, the sharpness of his pointy canines and hands that were half transformed into claws.

Y/n almost didn't even notice when he grabbed the scissors and started cutting at her long locks up and down after ripping her veil off, causing her to let out a scream but before she could fight for herself, his hot and rough thick crimson coloured tail slapped at her hands, coiling around her helpless little weak body while squeezing it in place.

"Pathetic little humans like you start from nothing. As they deserve. They earn their rewards and promotion." The tip of his tail was in her mouth and down her throat, choking and gagging her from making any sound, being too thick for the girl to attempt anything as the man took his sweet time shedding her locks. "In case of no rewards and rights, you know they never deserved them in the first place."

Then came the straight razor. The military leader of the Kingdom took his sweet time with holding her small head in his large half hand half claws, tilting and moving her head around however he liked, licking his lips at the skin getting exposed from under the bristles of hair he had left.

"Look at yourself clear and well, THIS is all you are. My personal little slave wife meant to lay under me, take care of my residence while I am gone, stay true and loyal to me as well as carry my children. You're nothing besides that. Nothing at all..." Placing his hand on her now bald skinhead, he roughly tilted it backwards to have her look in the mirror. "... other than what I decide you are." Whispering the last words in her ear, he grinned, looking at her through the mirror, head and face hairless. "And now, you'll redeem yourself to your groom by showing the whole Kingdom just how sorry you are to their beloved Grand General."

"Walk." Y/n felt the cold tip of Yifan's wooden guiding stick tapping her butt as she stood at the beginning of a sort of pathway surrounded by commoners on either sides, leaving a strip in the middle for her to walk on. Her nude body was shivering in the chilly breeze, hands clenched into fists as her face burnt in pure humiliation. "Come on now, we don't have all day!" The Dragon was quick to scold, towering over everyone in around him as he firmly tapped her sitspots now.

The girl let out a strangled cry as she weakly and shakily started walking, tears streaming down her sore and red cheeks that Yifan adored even in their stained and snot smeared form, arms locked behind his back as he followed her, hawk-like eyes watching her every move. God. He sickly loved the tremble in her stature from fear induced by him and him alone.

Only he owned her. Only he could do whatever he pleased with her. She was all his.

"Tell them how sorry you are, my little wife. Be good. Come on, now." The inhuman creature cooed almost, causing a whimper to escape Y/n as the people booed her, mostly due to how afraid they were of Yifan and knew not doing what he pleased really wasn't the way to go. "Such a good little wife I have. Good girl. Just from here and back to our residence. That's all." Some of them even felt bad for the poor girl.

The Grand General behaved and talked like this was the most casual thing in the world.

After a while of parading her around the Kingdom making her apologise to him for running away from Wu Yifan; The Invincible -or so it seemed and he believed- and for thinking she could actually get away, he had guided her back to his estate with the use of his thin but painful strip, crimson coloured streaks decorating her ass, back and rear thighs.

"Such a good girl you've been for your husband… finally." He praised like he hadn't just put her through all that humiliation, caressing the top of her head as the main double doors of the estate were closed behind them, Yifan's rough and hot claws starting to feel and grope her smaller body all over, more blood rushing to his already hard cock.

"You better have learnt from this. Because let me assure you that this is one of your kindest punishments since it's your first day here." He could feel the shiver that ran down her spine from the fear and Yifan felt his tip leak, causing him to spin her around and push her into the wall behind her using his supernatural speed and strength, attacking Y/n's neck with kisses and hickies, caninnes tickling her skin as well as threatening to tear the fragile layer at the same time.

"Fuck… You smell so good… So delicious" the Grand General's hands hurriedly undid the extravagant robes that his body was adorning as his pointy and hot tongue caught a stream of sweat streaming down her cheek after having been released from the skin or her temples. "I just knew you were perfect one when I first laid my eyes on you, my little human."

Y/n could swear his voice had gotten much more animalistic than before, claws back to caressing and feeling her thighs as he lifted her up against the wall and in the air, leaking and swollen red tip stroking her naval. "Mmm… All mine. Only mine." Were the words the Dragon possessively chanted over and over.

Biting on her nipples and sucking at them, leaving hickies on her tits, groping her neck with his claws, prodding and teasing her vaginal opening with his hot tip whilst his tail tortured her asshole, Yifan covered her in bruises of his ownership and saliva. "Hnnng. Now you smell even better" grinning against her lips, he finally kissed her, pushing his tongue in her mouth which went all the way down her throat and instantly made her gag, claws groping her ass cheeks and spreading them open painfully. "You smell like… how do the girls say it?" He wondered evilly, slowly starting to forcefully sink her down his thick and veiny shaft. "Ahhh~" his features got more beast-like for a second before he regained composure, grinning. "Hubby! They say hubby and you will too."

Snickering right in her face, Yifan hungrily kissed Y/n again, licking her lips and tears. "I'd have loved to prepare my wife for me on our first day. Too bad she didn't deserve it and fell down to the rank of a slave from that of my wife." His lips curled into an evil smirk at the way she pouted and whimpered out from his words, crying and pathetically holding onto her husband's shoulders, wincing and huffing for breath.

Yifan had torn her. Of course he had.

"What? Don't like it?" Raising an eyebrow, the man toyed with one of her nipples as his thrusts sped up, nails softly digging -or as soft as they could- in her hardened nipple. "Don't worry. You will soon. And I promise you'll beg me to fill you with my children everyday." In the blink of an eye, the girl was now being fucked into the mattress of their bed. "As for now, I am going to show you my forgiveness by filling your filthy and fertile little human womb full of my hatchlings as you deserve."

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itstheoneshot · 4 years ago

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Tutor

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Summary: You'd do absolutely anything to make sure you don't fail English class... anything.

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Kris Wu x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected Sex.

You lift your gaze as your name is called out in front of the class by your teacher, you know exactly where this is going, but you're still not prepared for the harshness of her words.

"You failed, again. How long is it going to take you to learn English?" She asks.

You can barely understand her, she talks so fast you can hardly keep up. Having to take English as a second language is exhausting, you would do anything to get out of this class, but unfortunately you're not able to if you want to get your degree.

"I'm sorry, professor." You mumble, stuttering over the few words in English that you're actually confident in.

You feel a blush run to your cheeks, you're flustered after being told off, embarrassed that now the whole class is aware that you're failing.

"Why can't you be more like Yifan? He scored 100% on this test." Your teacher asks, her tone exasperated as she points across the room to the other student.

You look over at Yifan, as he stares back at you. He seems uncomfortable too, to have been used as the example of how you should have performed, he grimaces as your teacher continues her spiel.

"I wasn't lucky enough to get to live in Canada, professor." You say, sarcasm drenching your words.

Yifan laughs at this, but with a pointed look from your teacher, he quietens, though you can still hear him snickering. You wipe the smile off your face, as you know that your teacher didn't find what you said funny at all.

"You need to do better, or you'll be repeating next year. This is your final warning." She says.

You nod, though you don't reply, just wanting to sink into your seat and disappear. You stare down at your notebook in front of you, analysing the work, not understanding a single fucking word of it. You quietly sit through the rest of the class, furiously copying down notes from the whiteboard, though you truly only can read not even half of it.

"This essay is worth 50% of your grade. You all need to do well to pass." Your teacher says.

Class is soon dismissed, and you gather your books together to leave. You keep your head down as you walk out of the room, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, too embarrassed about today. All you want to do is go home, as you make your way down the hall, in the direction of the exit.

You make it all the way to your car before you realise you have been followed, you turn on your heel to come face to face with your classmate, your friend, Wu Yifan, you're not super close, but you still know each other well.

"You walked so fast." Yifan complains.

You laugh at this, making a pointed look at his too-long legs, he is always the fastest walker, out of everyone you know, so surely keeping up with you wouldn't really have been a problem.

"I have to go home to study." You reply.

"That's why I wanted to speak to you." He says.

"Why?" You ask.

You try not to overthink, though from the hit your self-esteem took today, you fear the worst, you fear that Yifan is going to make you feel bad for failing. He is so much better at English than you, hell, he's better than you at every class you're in.

"I was wondering whether you'd like me to help you?" He asks.

"Like... tutoring?" You ask him.

Yifan nods eagerly, almost making you laugh at how excited he is at the idea. You raise a brow at him, you feel like there has to be some kind of catch here. Though you don't question it for long, you desperately need to pass this class, and after not understanding the essay question at all, and knowing that it is worth so much of your marks, you'll take any help you can get.

"Okay, thank you." You say.

Yifan smiles at you, shaking his head.

"No need to thank me, I want you to graduate too." He replies.

You nod solemnly, not holding onto hope, you feel so fucking stupid, you just wish you could do better, be better.

"Do you want to come to my place to study?" Yifan asks.

"I'll follow behind you." You say, gesturing to your car.

Yifan reaches out to you, grazing your cheek gently with his fingertips before turning to walk to his car. You shake off the shivers that his touch gave you, before stepping into your own car, and following him as he drives in the direction of his house. You've been there before, Yifan often holds parties, but you've never been there alone.

———

You pull up out the front, just as Yifan gets out of his car. He jogs down the driveway to meet you, he takes your books out of your hands, and rests his arm over your shoulder to guide you inside. It is cold out, and you appreciate the warmth, leaning into him as you walk through the front door.

"You live alone?" You ask him.

The only time you've ever been here, you've been intoxicated. You had assumed, like the other college kids in the area, that he either lived with his mother, or lived with friends. Though the house is empty, and from what you can see, there are no other signs of life, so little possessions, barely enough to sustain just one person.

"I do. My mother stays with me sometimes, when she has time off work, but otherwise, it's just me." He replies.

"Isn't that lonely?" You ask.

"It's not so bad. I'm used to it, I like the privacy." He says.

You notice Yifan's arm still around you, and feel a blush run to your cheeks as he does too, before letting you go.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

You struggle to reply, unsure of what to say, you know that Yifan meant nothing by having his arm over your shoulder, but the skinship has you confused, feeling strange, and overwhelmed. You feel tiny next to him, as he leads you over to the dining table, placing your books down on it, and then pulling out a chair for you to sit in.

"Thank you." You say.

Yifan sits next to you, and you flip though your book to the page your essay question is written on. To you it just looks like jumbled letters, your handwriting is not neat, English is so complex to you, compared to your native Mandarin. You feel exasperated, prepared to bawl your eyes out at any moment.

"It's too hard." You complain.

You gasp, as Yifan reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ear. He turns your cheek to face him, and gives you a reassuring smile.

"English only." He says.

"Okay..." You sigh.

Yifan begins to explain to you the concept of the essay, and as he continues, you find yourself zoning in and out, constantly asking him to repeat himself, as every second word feels like complete gibberish. Every minute gets harder, you feel your train of thought slipping, but you need to do this fucking essay.

"I can't do this." You say, your English is slow.

"Yes, you can, you are so much better than you think. You just need more practice." He encourages you.

You shake your head, unable to form the words in English to portray how badly you feel that you are doing. You've barely written a paragraph, and you feel like Yifan has written every second word for you. His hand rests on yours, holding the pen, and you feel that stupid blush run to your cheeks again.

"I'm just so fucking stupid." You whine.

You let your pen go, dropping it on the table, and lean your head back, staring up at the ceiling. You feel as if there is no way you can get this work done in time, you feel anxiety begin to course through your veins, only being grounded by the man next to you, who is absentmindedly holding your hand still.

"You're shaking..." He whispers.

You don't respond, as it takes you a moment to understand the English words, though when you do, you sit up straight again, and turn to face Yifan.

"Should we take a break?" He asks.

"Please." You reply.

"We still have to speak English, though." He says.

You sigh again, trying to think of the right words to say, but at this point your head is so cloudy you can't even think straight. Yifan's hand is still holding yours, and you can't help the way that it makes you feel. Giddy, confused, overwhelmed, you're not really sure what you're feeling anymore.

"Can you write my essay for me?" You ask.

"I can't do that, you have the ability to do it yourself." Yifan laughs, shaking his head, "But I can definitely help you learn."

"How?" You ask him.

"Come, just walk with me." He says, standing up.

He pulls you to stand with him, and leads you around his house. He points to different things, photos, furniture, rooms, asking you to name them all. You find this surprisingly easy, though he guides you for some things, but you find yourself growing suspicious as his grip on your hand gets tighter, and as you realise there is only one room that you haven't been in yet.

"Your bedroom." You say.

"Good girl." He replies, his tone lower than before.

You stare at him for only a moment, before he surprises you, leaning in to press his lips to yours. At first you are unsure how to respond, but as he moves his hands to your waist, you find yourself complying. He's tall, handsome, and apparently into you? You never would have guessed it, but of course your self-esteem is so low you had assumed that nobody would be into you.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, as you find your anxiety melting away. The breaths between kisses are too long, you don't want to think about your essay anymore, you just want... him.

"It, umm, it is more than okay." You reply, struggling to find the English words but getting there again.

Yifan hums in response, kissing you again, this time with more force. You hold tight to him, as he effortlessly lifts you off the ground, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He grips tight to your ass as he carries you over to the bed.

"I can help you write your essay." He says between kisses, laying you down, hovering over your body.

"But why?" You ask, confused and intrigued by the change of pace.

Yifan doesn't respond, instead tracing his fingers down your front, finding position at the hem of your shirt to pull it up over your head. Your breasts are spilling out over the top of your bra, and Yifan takes a hand to your chest, palming the flesh, sighing in content and want.

"Fuck, you're so fucking pretty." He purrs.

He stops for a moment to tear his own t-shirt off, shit, you've never seen him shirtless before. Broad-shouldered, defined muscles, god damn he is breathtaking. You forget what you're even here for, the essay means nothing now you are underneath the hottest man you know.

Clothes are stripped off, one by one, until you are both naked, Yifan has his cock in his hand, stroking himself while kissing you, teasing your clit with the head, staring deep into your eyes.

"What's the English word for this?" He asks with a smirk.

"Your cock." You reply, rolling your eyes at him, still wanting to teach you English even now.

"Clever girl..." He starts, "And what would you like me to do with it?"

You're almost ashamed to know the words you are about to say, sure, you might be failing English at school, hence even being here with Yifan in the first place, but these words you know.

"Fuck me, Yifan." You breathe.

"Good girl." He says.

He takes his hand away from his cock, and to your core instead. He warms you up slowly, from one, to two, to three fingers. You can barely contain yourself, your back is arched as he prepares you for him, and shit, you really are going to need preparation.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yes." You reply.

Yifan slowly teases your entrance, and then inch by inch, pushes through to bottom out inside you. You hiss through the initial painful stretch, as Yifan slowly pulls out, only to thrust back in again. You hook a leg over his hip, begging him deeper inside you.

"Look at you, baby, you're so strong, taking all of me." He praises.

"Feels... so good." You moan.

Yifan leans back so he can admire you as he fucks you, you're overwhelmed as each thrust hits you in just the right spot. As Yifan comes closer to kiss you again, you dig your fingernails into his back, dragging them down the skin, leaving red marks in their wake.

Yifan moans into your mouth, enamoured by the way you clench around him every time he hits your sweet spot. You lean up to kiss him, and he slips his hands under you, before rolling onto his back, pulling you on top of him. You sit up, with his cock still deep inside you, and Yifan helps you as you ride him.

Grinding down every time you lower yourself, you feel each second that you're closer to release. Yifan can sense it, with the way you can barely make a sound.

"Tell me what you want." He says.

"I want—” You start, without releasing you had dropped back into your native tongue.

"In English." He orders.

You try and focus, though you can barely remember a single word in Mandarin, let alone English. You need Yifan to guide you, just like he is guiding you on his cock, you need more.

"I want to... I don't know the word." You say.

Yifan pulls you down to kiss him, and begins to thrust in from under you. You begin to unravel, each second feels like a hundred years, as you try to resist, but you can't keep it in anymore.

"Cum, baby. Cum for me." He says.

With the new word in your vocabulary, though definitely not one you can use in your essay, you finally feel your orgasm come to peak. Yifan holds your legs still, stopping their shaking as he fucks you through your high, though just as you begin to be able to think straight again, as you descend from your peak, Yifan pulls out just in time to release all over his stomach. You roll onto your side next to him as he strokes himself, and you take a hand to his cock too, to help him finish.

"Shit, that was... amazing." You sigh.

"You were amazing." He says.

"No! What I am, is going to fail my assignment." You reply.

Yifan kisses you again, before standing up and wiping his stomach clean with his t-shirt. You watch him pull his underwear and tracksuit pants back on, though he remains shirtless.

"I'll write your essay. You just have to pretend you understand it." Yifan says.

You stare at him in shock, while you get yourself dressed. He watches you intently, biting his lip as he waits for you to respond.

"What do you get out of this?" You ask.

Yifan smirks at you, as he takes your hand to lead you back out to the dining table.

"Round two later, and more, if you'd like." He says.

You look down at your notebook, and then back at the handsome man who has you totally fucked out right now. Sure, you need to pass school, so you'll take any opportunity you can, but you wouldn't say no to him anyway, not after how good he made you feel.

"Deal."

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years ago

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Extended Stay;; WYF [pt.1]

Check out Part Two here~

Word Count;; 10.4k total, 5.2k for pt.1

Genre;; Zombie AU [Horror], Mafia AU [Violence], Smut

Pairing;; Kris Wu x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

There comes a point in every relationship where things start to get serious. For you and Kris, that point comes in the form of a weekend getaway at a paradise resort. While you have your doubts about the many secrets he holds, there's a part of you that wants the relationship to thrive, to grow into something greater. All great things, however, must be strong enough to withstand a storm and the quickest way to learn of a person's true character is under unfathomable odds. Luckily for you, an island gone dark promises many hardships.

Collab Info;;

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Check out the Masterlist for more great EXO Zombie AU fics!

Warnings;;

Zombies!! + Mafia AU so

Graphic depictions of violence, gore, horror in general, guns Explicit Language!! Explicit Smut!! Thigh riding and fingering, daddy kink

My Networks;; @supermwritersnet

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The jet touches down in Banoi minutes before 6pm, much earlier than scheduled. Despite night fast approaching, the sun is still high and bright in the crystal blue sky. Nary a cloud taints the endless canvas - there aren't even birds floating on the gentle sea breeze.

Stretching your legs without fear of touching the seat in front of you or even coming anywhere near it, a yawn escapes your lips. Travelling by private jet is a level of luxury you never thought you'd experience and yet here you are, as impressed as you are bored.

You tear your gaze from the small glass panel and its view of the Royal Palms Resort. It was a long flight and you want nothing more than to disembark this extravagant tin can and take a gulp of fresh island air, to feel sand beneath your toes as the warm ocean kisses your feet.

The stewardess approaches you. She is smiling. Of course she is - that smile hasn't dropped for the entirety of the flight. You wish it were contagious but it's a weak facade, incapable of eliciting anything close to a spark of emotion within you, and you have a sneaking suspicion that it's all for show. Anxiety twitches her upper lip and her hands shake as she hands you a menu. It's the same menu you've seen a hundred times over the course of the flight.

You've started to hate it.

Just a little.

"Would you care for any refreshments before you leave, ma'am?"

"God, no"—you wave her off—"I'll just have a scotch when we get to the bar."

"Of course, ma'am."

She scurries toward the back just as Yifan comes through the very curtain she's trying to disappear behind. They come close to a collision but he sidesteps her. Towering over her much smaller frame with a look that screams murder, it doesn't surprise you when she quivers. You, too, felt the same way the first time you met him.

On the surface, Yifan is like ice.

It becomes noisy fast; the stewardess is apologising nonstop, the pilot announces you're clear to leave, the bodyguards are shuffling to and fro and you're sighing in relief. There's a hiss as the doors open and a quiet howl rolls in on the breeze. Outside is otherwise silent.

This realisation sends a shiver down your spine.

You can't help but wonder if Yifan somehow managed to buy the island for the weekend. If it were an option, you think he would have. Extravagance is part of his lifestyle, after all, and he likes to display his wealth, flaunt his power, showcase his trophies.

Stretching as you stand, you glance toward the exit. No one else is moving to leave yet, hung up on small details and menial tasks. Even the guards have yet to reach the door, stopping periodically to 'assess the situation'. They're just a bunch of lumbering fools. If a threat appeared, they would only serve as cannon fodder for their boss's escape.

Yifan is calculating. Not cold, but calculating.

He's the type of man that can find a purpose for anyone and everything. Even the worthless can be made useful. You don't find this to be a problem, not really. If anything you can appreciate his quick thinking and impartial approach to problems.

Your issue lies in that you don't know how he views you. Sure, he flew you out to some luxury beach resort in the middle of the ocean for some R&R, but that doesn't mean much. Material things have no real value - they can be replaced, spent, tossed. No matter how much he loves his possessions and his collections, they are not what's important to him.

What is important to him, however, is a mystery to you.

Yifan is a man of many secrets.

Hot on the trail of the security detail, your pace is erratic and sluggish until you finally reach the exit. Even within the shade of the men in front of you, the air is warmer here. Light pours in around them, basking them in an orange glow. There's an urge growing inside you just to push them out of your way, to shove them head first onto the tarmac down below. It's unbecoming of you but you can't shake it loose.

"All clear, boss."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Yifan's smooth voice rumbles deep in his chest as he speaks and you know they've annoyed him. For a brief second you think he might indulge you and help eject them but you know better. Nevertheless, it brings a smile to your lips just imagining how the whole thing might go down. He's much too meticulous to ever give in to baser desires, however.

"Sure thing, boss."

When they don't move, exasperation taints his tone. "Why don't you check the perimeter of the plane?"

"On it, boss."

They descend the airstairs one step at a time, surveying the area all the while. The runway is clear of… everything. There are no other vehicles, aircraft or otherwise. No one is even here to greet you. While you've never travelled in such luxury before, you assumed the service would be better than a commercial flight. Where are the staff members and their welcoming gifts? Who was meant to tell you where to go from here?

Slipping on a pair of shades, Yifan gives the jet one last glance before his Louis Vuitton shoes patter down the stairs. Dirt spirals in the air close to the hangar the jet will soon crawl inside. Despite the tropical palms and the endless beachfront, the concrete is dusty. It leaves a smudge on his pristine black suit.

Warm, moist air tickles the back of your neck and you jump, hand flying up to rub the exhalation off your skin. The stewardess is next to you, eyes wide as she looks out over the island. Mesmerised by the sparkling ocean, she doesn't notice your reaction, your discomfort. Her lips fall open and she inches forward.

"It sure is beautiful here."

"Yeah," you say, stepping aside to give her a better view. "It's paradise, apparently."

"That's an understatement."

"I'm hitting the bar the moment we get inside. How about you?"

At this she takes a step backward, smoothing out her stereotypical attendant outfit and clearing her throat with a slight bow of the head. "I'm here to work. I'll be waiting here until you're ready to leave."

"On the plane?"

"Yes."

"For two whole days?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"What do you mean?"

Sparing a cautionary look at Yifan, you inch closer. "Won't you, like, die? There's only peanuts and wine on this thing and it'll be turned off, won't it?"

"The plane has generators that will be connected to a power source inside the hangar for the duration of your trip and we have a supply of food, water, and other essentials, both for the crew's comfort and for emergencies."

"Is that your flight license training talking?" you tease.

She lights up at the mere mention of it, her eyes twinkling. About halfway through the flight you grew bored of listening to Yifan's business calls and sought out a new companion. It didn't take long before she had opened up to you about her lifelong dream of becoming a pilot. When you're passionate about something, it's hard not to express your love for it.

"Everyone knows that basic crap." It's the actual pilot that speaks, having left his cabin to grab a travel-sized bottle of vodka. "But don't you worry, little lady. Us small folks will manage while you two live it up."

There's animosity in his tone that you equal in your own slapback. "I'm surprised you still have your license, alky."

He is disgusting, both perverse and repulsive. This sentiment is shared between both you and the stewardess. When you take a step away from the man, she follows. He grins, licking his lips while looking you up and down. His eyes linger on your curves and you once more are filled with the desire to lash out.

But you don't.

"Babe, come on," Yifan calls, his steps rattling against the metal stairs as he starts to come back up.

"Well"—you clear your throat before smiling at the attendant and mirroring her own exaggerated expression of enthusiasm—"that's boring. I would simply not stay if I were you."

"Duly noted." The pilot hiccups. He already reeks of alcohol and his cheeks are tinted pink. Reaching for another bottle, he downs the first and drops it onto the ground.

"Not you. If anyone has to stay on the plane, shouldn't it be y-"

"What are you doing? Do you need something?" Yifan asks from behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist. Tilting your chin up, his eyes scour your face, searching for any sign of unease. Between the island's eerie silence and the pilot's obvious alcoholism, you're filled with worry but you hide it well. It's meant to be a vacation and you don't want to dwell on those not worthy of your time.

"Yifan, tell her she doesn't have to stay on the plane."

"I don't care what she does. All I care about is you. So do you want to stay here until I find someone to grab the luggage?"

"Has no one arrived to greet us yet?"

You aren't one to get scared easily but something feels wrong about this whole thing. While you yourself didn't understand how someone in construction could afford such a lavish lifestyle, it didn't change the fact that Yifan had cash to blow. If you were running the resort, you'd prioritise high-spenders. Money talks, after all.

He hums, releasing his hold on you in order to lean out of the jet. "Not yet. We did arrive ahead of schedule though."

"I guess…"

Doubt gnaws at you. It may not be an official airport but surely they would know when a plane arrives. If not by sensors, by sheer visual - a jet is hard to miss.

"I'll be right back, okay?"

"No!" The concern embedded in his words is overshadowed by your adamant exclamation. "I'll go with you."

He opens his mouth to argue but closes it just as fast and you know he just doesn't want an additional issue to deal with before the current one is handled. "Alright, let's go."

There's a crunch underfoot as you disembark. Granules of sand and dirt grind under your shoes. You're glad you chose one of your more casual outfits. When Yifan had told you about this little weekend getaway, you hadn't realised the magnitude of it. Dressed in a hoodie and sweats, you had assumed a long flight in coach awaited you. That assumption bumped up to a long flight in first class when Yifan picked you up in his Porsche while decked out in designer from head to toe.

At least your few sets of designer clothes (mostly gifts from Yifan) are safe in your suitcase. A few more smudges on your tattered sneakers wouldn't hurt and you'd rather your heels be spared the harsh island breeze. Even now salt is accumulating on your face like a second layer of skin. You can taste it whenever you lick your lips. They're dry but not yet as dry as the wind ruffling through your hair.

Trailing behind your steady boyfriend of eight months, you struggle to keep pace with his large, determined strides. After a few minutes, your obvious panting seems to catch his attention and he takes pity on you. He halts, back turned to the sun and casting a shadow you soon stand within. Without saying anything, he gestures toward a back entrance to what looks like the main building and nudges you forward.

Once you're in charge of the pace, the trip is a lot easier. On occasion you point to some of the other buildings, admiring the sleek and modern design. In the distance is a set of "traditional" huts with their own pools and docks. When you point them out, he just nods and tells you that he rented one.

"I thought you said we'd be in the main building?"

"We will be. I didn't know which you'd prefer so I rented both. We can spend a day in each. The staff already confirmed they'd be willing to accomodate."

You scoff. "Seems a bit redundant. Did you also buy the island for the weekend? This place is dead."

"No, but it is kind of nice. Maybe next time."

"Not even you can afford that. There's no way your business is going that well. When I googled it, no new projects came up. Unless you're doing secret, private projects but then you'd have to be doing so many to get any seri-"

"Look." He cuts you off, yanking you backward into his chest. With a huff, you look at your feet and the surrounding area but see nothing. You look ahead, puzzled, only to find more nothing. His arm tightens around your stomach as he inches you backward, putting his body ahead of yours. "The door is open."

While this back door is technically an entrance, it remains locked and secured at all times, requiring an escort and their key card hence why a team is meant to have met you upon landing. There's a doorbell and screen to summon assistance in cases like your own where a guest is locked out. The door is closed just like it should be and even from here you can see the angry red 'no access' warning on the door's fob system. Confusion furrows your brow.

"The employee door, babe."

Following his line of sight, you have to squint to see what he is talking about. Several feet down and almost hidden behind bushes is a second door. It isn't as high-tech or welcoming as the main back door but it is ajar.

"Should we check it out?" You ask, starting to shift your direction.

"Curiosity killed the cat," he chides, realigning your trajectory.

You pout but allow him to lead. Once you reach the back door, he presses the button and you both wait. Shade envelopes you, providing a reprieve from the overactive sun. According to your phone it's nearing 6:30pm. Even so, summer is in full effect and you doubt night will fall for another two hours.

Sweat dampens your forehead. Your hair sticks to your neck. Moisture is welling between your breasts. Trickling down the curve of your spine, you can feel the salty liquid. It's uncomfortable, disgusting. Your trip to the bar will have to be delayed - a long soak, whether in a tub or shower, is your new priority.

Yifan had started to tap his foot after the first minute. By the third, he was pacing. At the exact five minute mark, he starts to push the button every other second. His knuckles rap against the door. When that fails, he yanks on the door and presses on the electronic screen. It indents wherever he touches but it doesn't utilise smart technology, remaining dark and useless.

"I'm not fuc-" He stops, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm not waiting until seven. They should realise we're here."

Your lips twist with mischief as you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, eyes shifting toward the employee door. "Well there is another way inside."

The wind starts to pick up. Sand swirls within the sudden gust, cutting off the path back to the jet in a miniature tornado of dust. It wouldn't be hard to get through it but you didn't want to deal with the plethora of particles that would taint your hair and clothes and you know Yifan wouldn't either. With a resigned sigh, he nods.

"I guess. Easier than going to the front."

"They shouldn't have left it open if they didn't want people using it," you say, a sing-song lilt in your tone, excited at the prospect of breaking the rules.

"They should've sent someone to greet us," he grumbles while waving the two guards over. They jog through the dust, desperate not to cough and choke on it. Your disgusted frown is replicated on Yifan's face. By the time they arrive, they're not faring well, sputtering while they ask what he needs.

"I want one of you to grab our carry-ons and bring it up to our room. The other is to stay with the plane. Make sure it gets into that hangar."

They salute him and your frown deepens. With an overenthusiastic 'yes, boss!', they take off back toward the jet. Without waiting for them to reach it, Yifan turns his back on them and starts to walk toward the open door. Intrigue bubbles within you. There is something mysterious about seeing a side not meant for the general public's eyes. Would it be just as majestic or was the grandeur just for show, a front to cover a dark underbelly?

"Keep up babe, I don't want you getting lost in there."

"Okay!" you say, skipping up behind him and grabbing the back of his suit jacket. Leaning out toward the side of his protective figure, you count each step until you reach the door.

An ominous vibe rolls outward from the darkness within. Not a single light is on. In fact, there's so little light inside that you cannot make out the shape of the interior room. Is it a hall? A locker room? A break area? There aren't any sounds emanating from within that offer any clues.

All there is is darkness.

"Maybe we shouldn't go in there."

"But you were so eager a second ago." He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you scared, princess?"

"Shut up. We should just go to the front."

"Don't worry. Daddy will protect you."

You stare at him in disbelief before groaning at the self-appointed title. "I'll manage on my own, thanks."

Pushing him aside and opening the creaking door just wide enough to shine light inside, you hold back a gag at the putrid stench that rushes out. It's pungent and rotten, like roadkill that has marinated in the sun for a few too many days.

"Oh my God, what is that?"

Sunlight touches the edge of a counter and its metallic, shiny sink. The darkness is much too thick. Like a blanket, it stops any further illumination beyond its veil. Squinting, you take a step inside, both intrigued and nauseated by the overwhelming odour.

"Smells like something died in here," Yifan supplements and you nod, taking another step, nearing the impenetrable curtain of darkness. "Be careful."

Using the hood of your sweater as leverage, he pulls you back into the small circle of light. Gulping, you look back at him. He quirks his brow but is otherwise stoic, cracking his neck before pulling out a face mask from his pocket. After handing it to you, he takes a tentative step beyond the light.

"Wear that. It'll help with the smell. Could you turn your flashlight on?"

It takes you a minute to realise he means the one on your phone. You fumble for it, your pockets somehow much deeper than you remember them being. It's cold to the touch, contrasting your clammy hands. Once you have it free of your sweats, you turn the light on and gasp. The room, now bright under the battery-sucking beam, displays a disturbing sight.

"My God," you whisper, squirming under Yifan's arm until it rests atop your shoulders. "Did they close down or something?"

Remnants of meals litter the sinks and stoves of the kitchen area you've walked into. Cutting boards filled with moldy vegetables and bloody, maggot-infested chunks of steak line the counter tops. Cutlery is strewn across the floor. Bottles of oil lay broken on the ground; their shards reflect your torch's light. Near them are dark puddles where the liquid has congregated.

And inside those thick, gooey puddles are what you can only imagine was once considered meat.

"Without cancelling our reservation first?"

Snapping out of your reverie, you shake off the unease crawling across your skin in the form of bumps and raised hair. "Have you checked your voicemail lately? Or is that just an excuse you give when you don't want to grab milk on your way over?"

He huffs, a tinge of amusement underlying the overall indifference of his demeanour. "They haven't called. Let's just find someone or maybe a flyer or notice. People don't just up and disappear mid-meal prep. There has to be an explanation."

"Yeah, let's."

It's a mistake to go in any further. This you know. Deep in the recesses of your racing mind, you know that something is wrong. You can't stop yourself from clinging to Yifan, handing him your phone so you can instead hold his jacket in both hands. Sinister silence echoes around you, devouring your footfalls and your shallow breathing until the only sound left is the unnatural lack thereof.

Yifan doesn't act affected. His breathing is steady, comforting even. He moves at a snail's pace, giving you ample time to look around and explore the deep, pitch-black crevices in the corners of the room. When you stop, he shines the light toward the direction you're staring in. It slows the process down but it's soothing to know that nothing is lurking, waiting to pounce.

By the time you reach the next door, your legs are shaking. While you don't consider yourself a coward, the unknown hosts an array of possibilities. Fear grips your heart and you have to fight back the urge to upheave the in-flight meal you had a few hours prior. The arm around your shoulder tightens, reassuring you before Yifan pulls the handle.

Compared to the Hell you just passed through, the overabundance of light you are greeted with is a welcome sight. It floods the wide, open-mouthed hallway. To your left and quite far down is the reception area where you should have entered from. It's a large room that swings around and connects to the front entrance of the resort. To your right are a few more doors, an elevator, and a set of double-doors with a tacky sign that reads, 'Beach Entrance'. Next to the door closest to the powered down metal box is an emergency red plaque with the words 'Stair Access' in bold font and 'Basement Access' in a much smaller size.

Pocketing your phone, Yifan tilts his head toward the main desk. "Shall we?"

"Can't wait."

You manage a single step before you stop dead in your tracks. There's some sort of thudding sound coming from one of the storage rooms. After a brief pause you look at Yifan but he just shakes his head, brushing it off. He takes off down the hall, dragging you with him, but your attention remains on the doors to the right. Every few seconds the sound repeats, as if someone is walking into a door or hitting their head against the wall.

Then you see it.

"Yifan!" You hiss, slipping away from him. "Look!"

He groans, both impatient and growing tired. "What?"

"There's something in that room."

"Good. That means it isn't abandoned. Let's hit up the front desk and get our key cards."

"No, there's something wrong with them. They aren't moving right… like they're… I don't know, on a loop or something."

Humouring you (but not without first sighing, impatience chipping away at his manners), he watches the doors. His gaze lingers here and there, checking under a new threshold after a few repetitions of the grating sound. Synchronised with the noise is a shadow. It follows the same pattern. When the thud occurs, the shadow moves close to the door. Then it steps away.

"See it?"

"It's a resort. Can't blame 'em for drinking early."

"That should be me," you mutter, your scotch craving returning in full force, increasing tenfold alongside your nerves.

"Lush."

"What?"

He shrugs off the venom in your question. "Drunkard."

"I barely even drin-"

A metallic clang quiets you. It resonates, bouncing from wall to wall within the stairwell. When the sound settles in the bowels of the hotel, you walk forward. After several long seconds of waiting for the sound to continue like the one behind the door had, Yifan steps in front of you, shielding you behind his lanky frame.

"I'll lead."

You throw your hands up in mock resignation. Despite the small distance, it takes a lifetime to reach the stairwell. Paranoia claws at your gut. Every few feet you look behind you. Keeping your back to the endless hall and the atrium it houses is a tactical disadvantage. Given the absolute lack of life within the hotel's walls, you would hear someone approach… but you can't shake the feeling that it wouldn't be enough, that a single second's notice could be the difference between escape and certain death.

Somewhere deep in the back of your mind you hope the stairwell is locked.

You've never been very lucky though.

Yifan's slender fingers wrap around the handle, pushing it open just enough to peer inside. Your own view is blocked. Seconds pass by while he just stares. There's a growl from high above. It rolls down the stairs in pursuit of the sudden influx of fresh air. The door creaks open further. You shiver.

"What's happening?"

"There's something a few floors up."

"Do you think it's a staff member or guest?"

"An animal."

"Is it hurt?"

He pauses before he answers, weighing his options. "No."

"Liar."

"Stay behind me. It sounds big."

"How big?"

He shrugs before ushering you into the pitch black stairwell. When he hears you patting yourself down, he returns your phone and you're quick to turn the torch on. First you flash it onto him, bathing him in artificial light. It's comforting. His visage, as smooth and suave as ever, offers a sort of normalcy in an otherwise odd situation. Then you check the lower floor.

You see nothing.

So you check the upper levels.

An endless spire towers overhead.

"How many floors does this place have?"

"A lot."

The trek upward starts strong but soon your pace slackens, forcing Yifan to follow suit. Once more an uncomfortable layer of sweat accumulates in the well of your back. After the fourth floor an odour starts to waft around you. You're self-conscious about it, going as far as sniffing your hoodie. By the sixth you're both scrunching your noses, revulsion twisting your features. A gag clutches at your throat and you dry heave.

"Fuck, that's awful."

"It's the same as the kitchen." He coughs, trying to eject the acrid scent from his mouth. "Wear the mask again."

It's when you're fumbling through your pockets for the thin patch of fabric that you hear it: an ear-splitting scream. While you're no expert, the dainty, high pitch resembles that of a child. Shivers tear down your spine. Your mind is telling you to run, to protect, and yet you're frozen to the spot.

Yifan is quicker to respond, climbing the remaining stairs between the sixth and seventh floors in a few leaps. Upon reaching the door, however, he doesn't enter. Instead he presses his ear to it and listens.

With your heart beating a million miles an hour and damn near thudding out of your chest, you raise your flashlight off his cautious stature and toward the guttural moaning floating down to you from much higher in the spire.

You're transfixed.

Squinting against the straining dark for a single glimpse of what could make such a noise, your breath catches in your throat. It seems almost surreal, no, it's absurd really. Impossible. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you. That's all it was. That's all it could be. An illusion or a hallucination brought on by dehydration.

And yet the way it hangs above you seems so real.

And the way its eyes watch you seem so life-like.

"Babe." You scream in shock at his unexpected shout. Whipping around to face Yifan, you place your hand on your chest all while panting. His eyes shine under the light's influence and he looks up into the darkness before cautiously asking if you're alright.

"Yeah, I just-"

Another scream, this time not your own but rather the child's.

��"Come on," Yifan commands, dismissing the panic in your voice as nothing more than childish, like one's fear of boogeyman.

In your state of trepidation, you didn't realise the door was propped open. Yifan holds it ajar with his foot while beckoning you, urging you back to his side. Strangled sobs pour through the empty space, no longer hindered by the solid metal barrier.

Within a few short steps you're peering through the gap. There's luggage sprawled across the floor and just beyond a mountain of suitcases is a child. All you can see is their leg; it's red. Scarlet blood paints their skin in a dark hue and stains the carpet around them.

"Oh God," you murmur, falling into step behind Yifan as he runs toward the child.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He kicks a luggage cart out of his way. It rattles down the hall and with it gone, he stands over the child. You hear her soft sobs before you can get a good look at her as his long limbs pull her to her feet. Scooping the small girl into his arms, Yifan cradles her against his chest.

Her pink outfit is tarnished with grime. When she pulls her head away from the comfort of his shoulder, her cheeks are stained by a layer of dirt. The tears that rush free from an endless faucet leave a visible trail in their wake.

"What happened to you? Did someone hurt you?" Yifan asks, intent to pry a response out of the trembling girl.

No matter how he phrases his questions, she doesn't budge. All she does is stare at you. No, beyond you. It's as if she's looking right through you. With her glassy, unwavering blue eyes, she watches the other end of the hall.

In your rush to check on the girl, neither you nor Kris had checked the other side.

Your neck creaks as you turn.

The girl's breath staggers.

Yifan checks her for injuries.

Hungry growls waft toward you.

Their lifeless eyes watch you.

"-bitten?"

His voice is like a tether.

You don't dare to look away from what lurks down the hall.

"They're dead."

"What?"

Yifan's attention pulls away from the girl, looking toward the small crowd forming a hundred feet away. Most are in summer wear ranging from bikinis and boardshorts to sarongs and flowery t-shirts. Much like the girl, their bodies are covered in varying contaminants with the most notable being blood. The darkest spots are accompanied by open wounds. Their skin is torn and serrated, often oozing thick clots. Where the flesh is loose and hanging by the thread is a glimmer of white.

Right down to the bone, they've been-

Bitten.

Just like the weeping girl in Yifan's arms.

Except she isn't crying anymore.

She's dead silent.

[Part Two]

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Fifty Shades Of Wu. (Sadist!Yifan x You)

Warning(s): Water boarding, degradation, Sadist!Yifan, anal, hair pulling, choking, blind folding, bondage. My content isn't for everyone so read at your own risk, please.

"Okay, ready?" Master's deep and stern voice rang in her ears from behind as he finished cuffing her, tugging at them to check their security as his free hand caressed one of Y/n's nude shoulders comfortingly. "See if you can snap your fingers." Butterflies filled her stomach as she felt Yifan caress her sides lovingly, waiting for her response.

"Y- Yes, Master. I c- can." Was what she meekly responded with, snapping them to assure him as she faced the bathtub full of chilly water that the girl couldn't see due to being rather firmly blindfolded. "Once is to go on, twice is to slow down, thrice or more is to stop." The man proudly smirked down at his good little slave moulded into his own perfect little playdoll.

"Good slave." Praising her one last time, he helped her lower down onto her knees, one of his huge hands naturally finding their way to her throat as the other one rested on one of her ass cheeks. "Now…" Inching his perfect lips closer to her ear, Yifan spoke. "For the last time, sure you want this?" Y/n was a rather sensitive sub with not much experience with masochism or hard bondage, and Yifan was a cautious hard Dom. "Don't overdo yourself or push your limits too much in order to please your Master. He is proud of you as you are."

A shaky breath left the girl as she could feel her cunt drip and pulsate in knees already, thighs trembling. "I- I really want to, Master. I really, really do." Biting her lip at the sensation of his lips grazing against her ear, Y/n gulped the tiny bile in her throat. "I can always call my safe word out, right? We can always stop."

The man nodded, moving away and letting go of her completely. "That we can." Biting his lip, Yifan finally allowed himself to just take in the sight before him for a few moments, feeling his arousal tighten the specific patch of his pants. "Hmmm, little slave. You look so perfect for your owner. Just like the good little play toy you are, hm?"

Y/n's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the tip of his erect cock against her crack when Yifan freed it, back arching in response as her ass tried to feel it more, making a chuckle escape the man.

"So desperate for cock, aren't we?"

The girl suppressed the high pitched giggle that was threatening to escape, knowing now wasn't the time for such behavior. "Y- Yes si-" before the girl could finish, Yifan forced her head towards the tub and in the water, causing a defensive high pitched squeak to escape her as she coughed, trying to take it but her body soon started to slowly struggle, trying to fight against the restraints while her neck desperately tried to lift her head back up.

"Aw, what is it?" Yifan taunted right in the girl's ear from behind after pulling her back up by her neck, grazing his tip up and down her crack using his other hand. "Not so strong and experimental anymore, already, huh? Can't even take the first dunk, huh?!" Gripping her hair instead, the man pulled at her hair more, earning a cry out of the girl.

"N- No, Master! No! I can take it, sir! I promise! I promise, please! Please drown me and use me all you please!" That was enough for the man to smirk proudly and push her face down the water again with more force, spitting on the girl's pucker and teasing the tight rim of muscles with his cock tip, grunting and biting his lip due to how good it felt.

"That's a good fuck pet" pulling her back out, Yifan allowed her to breathe, loving how ragged her breathing pattern was. All under his control. Y/n couldn't even breathe without his permission. The thought more than satisfied him. "Look at you. Nothing but a blind, limbless little drowned rat. Spreading it's ass like the pathetic little fuck slut that it is."

His words made her pussy clench around the empty air as her core's pulsating slowly transformed into a dull ache, asshole stretching to accommodate the dominant's thick and erect tip, another wad of spit landing on his shaft as he wrapped his fist around her hair, snorting due to how her body was shivering.

"Ready?"

"Yes si- AAAAHHHHHH!" The girl's mouth fell open and back arched when Yifan pushed his cock rough and fast up her ass in one powerful thrust, dunking her head in the chilly water at the same time at the same time. Y/n struggled to take it, unable to see as she tried to breathe calmly in order to get used to his thick and hard shaft but choking on the water instead, feeling her tied up arms panic as her legs started kicking.

"Look at this worthless little fuck sleeve struggling" landing a slap on the slave's ass, Yifan pulled his hips back before ramming them back in, feeling her soft walls and grunting at how they choked his cock, grabbing her back up by the throat and holding her there in place as she panted like some animal, trying to catch her breath. "What? Chickening out already, my filthy little rat, hm? Was that all you could take, hm, you pathetic little dumb fuck pet?"

Shaking her head and blinking her covered eyes, Y/n felt herself drip even more, almost whining out due to how needy she was but knew better than to be selfish. She was nothing but a slave that deserved only what the Master decided to give her. Nothing else. "N- No, Mas-ter… M- More… p- please… A- All you want…" Her hips rolled along Yifan's thrusts, loving the difficulty she was having in breathing as he firmly held her neck, shoulders rising and falling a bit slower now.

"Good." Pushing her pretty and red face back in the water, Yifan landed harsher spanks on her ass now, making her whine into the water, loving how the skin burnt. The man knew how to treat her right and she loved it. All of it.

But her pussy. It was so desperate for more. Something. Anything.

Using the hand that wasn't choking and drowning her, Yifan further pushed her head further down in the water and feeling his hips tighten and edge closer to an orgasm when she pathetically started to fight back after a while, one of her legs repeatedly tapping against the ground before he pulled her back up, thrusting at a rapid powerful pace which caused the sound of skin slapping against skin to echo in the lush bathroom of the businessman.

"Keep behaving like this and you may earn yourself an award, my pretty little rat." His words were promising and deep in her ear as her now expanded hole started to stretch even more when Yifan started to push his balls in through the tight ring of flesh as well, the hard tip tickling her deep and high.

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dirtykpopsnaps · 4 years ago

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Here’s the request for Kris!

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bobbyseyesmile · 5 years ago

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till we meet again - part 4

Seunghyun held his promise when a few days later you received a registered letter from a law firm you knew very good, it was the same lawyer who represented him two years ago. This man was an animal- tough and ice cold, so perfect for Seunghyun.

“Damn…” you mumbled and bit your nails. Kris stood in the kitchen and noted your obvious nervousness but didn’t say anything. You knew that he knew that something was up, but you haven’t told him yet, he was busy with his new album and all the franchise.

“What do you want to eat? Bāozi or Jiānbing?” you turned around and saw his beautiful but concerned face, you should tell him about Seunghyun, shouldn’t you?

“I saw Seunghyun.” You blurted out and he stopped in his move.

“To be honest, I already know or at least that he was in front of your building.”

“How do you-“ you started but then nodded your head “Oh yeah, camera surveillance.”

Kris shook his head and started to crack some eggs into a large bowl “Y/N, I already told you that I don’t use these, even though you said it’s okay when I’m gone but I don’t like to monitor you.”

“But… how do you know then?”

“I found this strange cigarette brand on the ground and I remembered that Seunghyun smoke these.”

“Oh.” You said and sat down on a bar stool watching Kris’ cooking. “I wanted to tell you, believe me, I just didn’t know how…”

“I’m more concerned that he was here.” He looked up “Jiānbing okay?”

“Sure.” You gave him a small smile. You loved Chinese food, but not that greasy fast food everyone sold on the street, no, you loved the real one.

“One day I want to eat this when we’re in China.”

His heart swelled inside his chest, you wanted to see his country together with him?

“How about next week?” he suggested and answered your unspoken question when you raised an eyebrow “There’s a fan meeting and a few interviews I have to attend. What do you say, do you fancy a short trip to China?”

Actually, you were scared of leaving the house, fearing that Seunghyun would pop up around each corner, but you would be with Kris so you had nothing to fear. Right?

“Yeah, I would love to.” You smiled and stole a carrot from the cutting board.

“Careful, Baobei.” He scolded you playful.

You grinned and shoved the carrot in your mouth when your eyes caught the letter again, should you open it? What a question, you had to…

“Whatever is in there, we will go through it together, okay?” You felt Kris’ hand on yours, his thumb drew small circles on the skin.

“Okay.”

You gulped and opened it. Silence rested in the air when you started reading the words over and over again, not believing what they really said.

“What the fuck-“ you didn’t swear often, usually you had yourself under control but this time it was your first instinct reaction and Kris stopped with his cooking immediately. He knew it must have been bad. “Yifan, they…” you swallowed the tears but you couldn’t form a proper sentence, your mind was going wild and you started to shiver uncontrollably.

Kris, hearing his birth name, immediately placed himself behind you to support your body, he was scared that you could faint and fall of the stool. Then he started reading the document. Halfway he started laughing because it was so ridiculous what they accused you of: “Defamation of the character Choi Seunghyun and his reputation.”

“I’ll kill him…” he whispered more to himself and felt your tears on his bare chest. Kris turned the stool so you could face him and softly grabbed your face with his hands “Honey, don’t worry, he can’t pull this through! Think about it: there is no evidence and also, you aren’t the crazy stalker in this story, he is! And you have evidence and testimonies that he harassed your over weeks. Darling, baby…” he whispered and you buried your crying face in his chest.

After a while you calmed down and snuggled yourself in the soft cushions of the sofa while watching some TV. Kris continued cooking but whenever you glanced towards him, he seemed as in trance- completely cut from reality with an empty stare.

Kris preferred to handle it himself instead of hiring men for dirty work, but Y/N didn’t know of his “second business” and he was eager that it should stay that way. So, he called Hector- a very convincing guy or in different words: a contract killer.

Even though Kris just wanted to blow Seunghyun’s brain out, he needed to talk to him first and try to solve the problem in a peaceful way, after that Hector could do whatever he wanted to do. Kris knew that he preferred knifes.

“Kris?” Y/N’s voice brought him back to reality and he turned around, shocked to see that she had his phone in her hand with the display showing the name of his assigned killer. “Who is Hector?”

Kris hated lying, especially to Y/N, but he didn’t want her to be part of this side of his life. It was way too dangerous. “What did he say?” he avoided her question and casual leaned against the kitchen counter.

“That you offered him a job… as the new sound technician.”

“Oh yeah? I will talk to him.” He took his phone and caressed her cheek “Don’t worry, he’s an old…friend.”

Y/N watched as he walked outside of the balcony, irritated that he suddenly spoke Chinese when this Hector spoke perfect English. Maybe he just felt more comfortable speaking his native language or Y/N shouldn’t understand what it was about…

Kris walked up and down the balcony, listening to Hector’s plan and here and there agreeing with a small “Hmm”. His eyes caught sight of Y/N who watched him from inside. He gave her a small smile and rolled his eyes in acted annoyance to symbolize that the person on the other line was talking too much. Y/N smiled back and then walked away.

“So, you’re saying that everything is set?”

“Méi cuò.” (Yes, it is)

“Dàhǎo…” (very good) Kris mumbled back “Okay, I will call you again. First, I have to talk to this prick, then we can act.”

“Yes, boss.”

Kris hung up and for a few minutes he just stared into the foggy city, he was sure that soon it would start to rain. Seunghyun was a thorn for Kris, it started when he interfered in Kris’ business a few years ago, since then he was on his radar and since then he wanted to kill him. But he didn’t do it because he saw the most beautiful woman on Seunghyun’s side: Y/N. Kris fell in love for the very first second, he saw her, and after the nasty break up he was there for her, just as a friend at first but soon she started to feel the same for him and moved on.

He knew from the beginning that Seunghyun was persistent but what Seunghyun didn’t know was that Kris himself was the stubborn type.

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fruitysung · 6 years ago

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anon request - choking with dom!kris

you felt an immense feeling of euphoria as kris finally closed his large hand around your throat. you’d been asking him to choke you for a while, yet he hadn’t done it until tonight, as he was fucking you hard after a party. you had gotten a little too close to one of his friends, and he wasn't too happy about that. seeing you now, all fucked out and tears running out of your eyes from the pleasure was all he needed. ordering you to cum, he watched you spasm in ecstasy- sending him over the edge.

request - “Hey I just discovered your blog thanks to @rosyyeols and I can’t wait to read more of your works !! It’s really good !! Can I request a dom!kris with choking please :) ?”

a/n - literally you can just pull up to our inbox and order me to write a dom!kris smut and I wouldn’t even argue

thank you guys again, and another special thanks to rosyyeols to bringing more people to our blog!

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y2fans · 7 years ago

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~Studio Sex w/ Yifan

= Studio sex is very common with Yifan

= He’ll be busy making music

= and stressing tf out

= So he’ll invite you over to…relieve said pressure

= Sends you lots of texts beforehand

= mainly about how you need to be at his studio in 10mins

= Otherwise punishment will ensue

= Which means daddy Yifan is making an appearance

= If you’re lucky enough to make it in time

= Then Yifan will just be his usual dom self

= Who is still pretty daddy tbh

= He’s probably fucked you against every wall in the studio

= But also loves when you ride him while he sits at his desk

= Likes to grip your thighs a lot

= Very fast/rough

= No teasing when you’re at the studio

= He wants to get off right then and right now

= The more drawn out foreplay is left for at home

= Likes to record your moans

= Teases you about putting them into one of his songs someday

= but never does because they’re too private to him and he gets too possessive

= ”I’m the only one that gets to hear your pretty little moans baby girl/boy.”

= Totally the type to play his music in the background while he fucks you

= The heavy beat + his voice is perfection

admin ruby

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sweetjekyll · 3 years ago

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I love domestic life aus, and if you add the spice too… big oof. Beautifully written, Starry!! ngl I would love to see Yifan be a dad, he would make a wonderful one 🥺🥺 ((kids would be cute too, but that’s for another time 🤪))

STAY QUIET , WYF [M]

IN WHICH you and yifan can finally have a night to yourself but you have to avoid waking your sleeping daughter.

genre: non-famous parent! au. smut with a very fluffy ending🥺 word count: 642 warnings: explicit sexual content, yifan being the sweetest dad🥺

authors note: a request for @realsmichelle! sorry it took so long love, i do hope you enjoy though!! <33

Keep reading

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 4 years ago

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Hell. (Lucifer Kris Wu/Yifan x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con and fucked up twisted shit. You are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

"Mmm…" She hummed and smiled, nuzzling into the much older man and inhaling his scent while he held her tight to his chest. "Oh… I should get going now~ I have class in an hour~" glancing at the clock on the bedside table, the girl sat up slowly with a pout.

"Get going?" Yifan chuckled at her before grabbing her ass and pulling her into him, clicking his tongue. "Nah… you'll stay here with me like my good toy now~" Y/n looked at him and giggled, taking the covers off to her to get out of bed.

"Chill dude… we just met like last night. Don't expect anything only because we fucked. You have a looooong way to go if you want to impress me…" Before she went to step off the bed but her hand was captured in Yifan's much bigger one.

"Impress you? Tsk. You're branded as my belonging now that I've fucked you, finally. You're mine now. Nobody and nothing can get you out of my world now, you're officially a satanist after you opened your legs for The Devil. You're nothing but my fuck toy now." His lips brushed against her ear as he chuckled to himself. "You don't have a choice."

Turning around to look at him, Y/n started struggling as she got creeped out. "U- Uh… okay… weirdo… I really gotta go now~" trying to back away, she tried to break out of his grip. Her friends were right. Maybe single older men really were fucking nutjobs.

"You're not going anywhere!" Yifan's complexion darkened before horns grew out of his temples whilst his hair turned white and back to its original length which was til his waistline. "I came up here looking for a new toy as the last one…" He sickly grinned. "Anyways. I've found you now and have decided that you'll be my little slut from now on." Y/n was shaking as his pupils disappeared, blank white eyes staring down at her now.

"O- Oh… m- my fucking G- God… n- no way…" She whispered, only causing the man to laugh at her. "H- Holy fucking shit-" she was cut off when everything around them started to disappear, as of they were standing in a tornado, their surroundings starting to spin before getting distorted to the point where Y/n's human mind couldn't decipher it anymore.

"Welcome to your new house, my pet." Yifan mightily spoke when it finally stopped and they were standing in a dark hall now that was illuminated by an unknown source. "There's only one rule for little slaves like you. Behave well, get treated well." The man- fucking Devil's voice was so much deeper and inhuman now, his tall frame growing even more as well as expanding.

"T- This can't be real… th- this can't be real!" Y/n shook as she looked around, her senses numbed whilst she knelt in front of him, the shock too much for her legs to still work.

"Tsk. It is real. Very real. Since the beginning of time. And now you're a part of it." His teeth seemed sharp, almost like fangs.

"They're awaiting you in the court, Father." Y/n jumped when she heard an even more inhuman voice from behind, making her gasp and stagger towards Yifan when she looked back at the abomination of a creature standing behind her, staring at Yifan through its plain black eyes.

It was a literally mutilated half bull and half human looking thing. Her head was spinning.

"I don't condone a pathetic little human like you being disrespectful to my people!" A harsh kick landed in her side, making her groan in pain. "Pathetic fucking slaves like you show respect and please their owners. Tsk. Apologize!" He boomed while glaring down at the shaking human, expecting her to just suck up the fact that her one night stand had turned out to be The fucking Devil and had brought her to Hell. "Apologise, I said!" A whip appeared in his hand before he controlled her mind, making her get on all fours while crawling to the creature that was waiting silently. "I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Before the whip made of lightning whipped her back, making a whole jolt go down her back.

"I am sorry! I am s- sorry, Master! P- Please forgive me!" The girl shook while crying, the mind control forcing her to kiss the creature's animal-like feet. "I didn't m- mean to-! Please!" When Yifan landed another whip, she cried out in agony, holding the creature's feet desperately.

It only nodded in response, silently saying something in a language of whispers and hissed she didn't understand before it left.

"Good slut." Since her ass was in perfect view, Yifan kicked it from behind, making her let out an embarrassing yelp before he grabbed her hair. "Now. Let's go and introduce you in court." Starting to walk swiftly, the Devil basically dragged her against the rough floors by her hair, his own feet in the air, almost.

It wasn't long before they reached two huge doors made of gold which instantly opened for Yifan, a huge courtroom like that of a king inside. Y/n felt her heart beat getting even more erratic when The Devil started to drag her inside, causing her knees to start getting torn now, all the creatures standing on either sides almost impossible to decipher by a human mind.

"This, my people, is my new toy and slave!" Lucifer announced as his people cheered, letting go of Y/n's hair in the middle of the court and ascending up the stairs and onto his throne, sitting like the royalty that he was. "But this pathetic little human here thinks she can deny me and disrespect our kind!" Everyone let out angry hisses and groans, speaking in that one language she didn't understand, making her let out a sob.

"We must teach her a lesson now, shouldn't we?!" Everyone cheered in response, rushing to the screaming girl when their Ruler nodded at them, pulling and pushing at the smaller body from every direction. Y/n wanted to call out for help to no one in particular but her tongue froze upon The Devil's power.

The human was on the verge of knocking out but she couldn't, forced to take all the slaps, pushes, pulls, pokes and abuse. Yifan laughed like a maniac. "Now now, don't touch her little privates. That's mine~" her slits closed up. "Take her elsewhere until I am done with court, we have important business to do here~" and with that, those creatures dragged her out of court.

She couldn't speak, she couldn't run, she couldn't knock out and she couldn't die.

"That's enough!" After what felt like days of turmoil, Lucifer finally stopped those creatures that had destroyed Y/n's body again and again only for it to heal again. "Come here now…" Grabbing at her arm, he pulled her up to her feet as her slits opened up again, gesturing at everyone to leave before he looked down at her. “Have you learned?” The human had no choice but to nod in desperation, ready to do anything to not go through the turmoil those God forbidden creatures put her through.

“Good.” Before her brain could decipher any of it, they were standing in a huge room and a heavy door was shutting behind them, The Devil throwing her naked form on the bed before his own clothes disappeared. “See, I am not a bad Master, my slave” crawling on top of her, he deeply spoke before kissing her cheek and then her soft lips. “Not at all… I take well care of my toys and play with them all the time but…” Dipping his middle finger in her mouth, Yifan picked her up and closer to him by snaking an arm around her waist, plunging his middle finger in her pucker and making her cry out wordlessly as she couldn't use her tongue.

"But for good treatment you must show good behavior, my little toy…" Kissing her lips harshly, he tortured her asshole before his red and hot tail slipped in, replacing his finger as he kissed and bit at her tits now. "Fuck… you're so tight and soft" Yifan grunted and rubbed his balls against her soft folds, healing her hymen back up just so she could bleed when he plunged his huge cock in, moaning even more when he felt it's shape in her stomach.

The human wanted to struggle and scream but instead let out moans under compulsion, her body betraying her mind and making her try to ride him more and more, the shape of his manhood very clear to see. Y/n hated how good her pussy felt because of his compulsion.

"You like this, don't you, my little pet? Tsk. Look at you! Being raped by The fucking Devil and enjoying it!" He smacked her cheek before gripping it and kissing her deeper, pushing his tongue in her mouth and entering it in her throat, gripping her neck and feeling it, moaning loudly in satisfaction while pumping his cock in and out of her pussy whilst his tail toyed with her ass.

"Look at you! Shaking and crying like a needy little slut!" Gripping her hands, he pinned them above her head and licked at her tears with his now long Devil tongue, thrusting harder and harder, her holes expanding more and more when the girth of his cock and tail was increased by him.

"That's right. You're mine! My toy! My little slave! That's all you are and will ever be good for! Fuck!" The human couldn't help but helplessly nod and moan. She was powerless.

And Yifan wasn't done just yet. They had a long way to go before he'd be satisfied for the day.

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years ago

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Extended Stay;; WYF [pt.2]

Check out Part One here~

Word Count;; 10.4k total, 5.2k for pt.2

Genre;; Zombie AU [Horror], Mafia AU [Violence], Smut

Pairing;; Kris Wu x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

Collab Info;;

The Undead - an EXO12 Collab hosted by @biaswreckingfics ♡

Check out the Masterlist for more great EXO Zombie AU fics!

Warnings;;

Zombies!! + Mafia AU so

Graphic depictions of violence, gore, horror in general, guns Explicit Language!! Explicit Smut!! Thigh riding and fingering, daddy kink

My Networks;; @supermwritersnet

Main Masterlist || EXO Masterlist

When you turn to him, she's watching you. No, not you. She's watching the way your muscles slide beneath your skin, the way your sweat marinates you in a seasoning of salt. Saliva gathers in the corners of her mouth. Her jaw falls open as she reaches for you. As if a sudden sickness overcame her, the healthy hue of her skin turns pallid and wretched.

You watch as the final ember in her eyes dies.

All you can do is gasp in abject horror as she bares her teeth.

Her nails claw at Yifan's suit.

Snarls ring out loud and clear.

There's a thunder of footsteps.

His neck is exposed to her.

You choke on the words you want to scream.

God, fuck, Yifan, she's dead too. They're all dead and you will be too. She's going to bite you and you'll be d-

"What the fuck," he snaps, his fingers wrapping around the girl's throat. Her mouth is mere inches from his face, teeth clattering and chomping. There's something feral in her eyes. Even as Yifan holds her at bay, she insists, pushing against his hand and scratching his clothes. "You little bit-"

Deep down you've always known that Yifan isn't the man he pretends to be. He has secrets. Everyone does. Sure, the skeletons in most people's closets are mundane and petty, but everyone has them. It's because of his secrets that sometimes your jealous side thinks the worst, thinks that you're just one of many, that you're just a plaything to him. Watching him now, though, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.

Yifan is a made man.

The girl slams into the wall like a ragdoll. She slinks to the floor with nary a spark in her eyes. You think perhaps that may be it, that she hit her head hard enough to pass out, so you redirect your focus to the stampede rushing toward you. Your heart thuds up and into your throat, constricting your air. There's more than there were before and they all have that wild, hungry look etched into their rotting faces.

From your peripheral you see her twitch. The girl - she's moving. Her head lolls around as she scrambles back to her feet. She doesn't sound human any longer. None of them do. With an unnatural crack of her neck, her arms reach toward you, her fingers bending in a multitude of degrees.

Her starved roar is cut short by a resounding bang.

Blackened blood erupts from the newly formed crater in her skull. Once more her body slumps to the floor but this time it's definite; she's dead. Again. Yet somehow she seems less dead than she had seconds prior. Now she seems innocent and youthful, an unfortunate victim of something unspeakable.

Without missing a beat, Yifan grabs your arm and starts to drag you away from her… and them. Their footfalls make the ground shudder. You can't see where the crowd ends. Amongst their endless numbers are tourists, children, and staff alike.

And they all have their eyes on you.

Yifan never shows them his back. His legs move faster than yours do and you stumble alongside him. With the gun in one hand and your bruising arm in the other, he's unable to check the doors you're passing. There's an explosion of light with each shot. Every few seconds he fires a bullet into the oncoming horde.

Bullseye.

He aims between the eyes and he never misses.

A rush of excitement floods your system.

This is a new side of him.

His grip tightens around your bicep.

"Hey!" He's using his stern voice. It anchors you back to the shitstorm raging around you. Tearing your gaze away from the approaching carnage, you tune into what he's been trying to tell you since the girl's second death. "Get to the stairwell."

"But the-"

"The other one."

He nods behind you, toward the end of the hallway. The hotel is large; of course there's more than one stairwell. Peeling free of his hold, you wince. Shades of blue and purple litter your skin. You make a mental note to survive long to give him a piece of your mind about it before sprinting down the hall.

Gunshots continue to ring in your ears at a steady interval until they cease altogether. Thinking he ran out of bullets, you quicken your pace. No matter how fast you run, the sound of the horde is just as loud. They never falter, they never stop.

When you reach the stairwell access, you risk a glance at Yifan. He's much closer than you thought he would be. In his hand is the gun, its clip out and a fresh handful of bullets shining in his palm.

You scoff. He's reloading. Of course he came prepared with bullets to spare. He's a fucking mafioso, after all.

Firing off a few more shots and killing the undead closest to you, he wraps his arm around your waist and yanks you backward, shielding your body as he flings the door open. Checking his corners, he clears the landing before whisking you inside. As soon as the door closes, you're plunged into silence and darkness.

"Should I turn the flash-"

He hushes you with a sharp exhale. "Listen."

The steel door is holding strong against the swarm on the other side. It muffles most of the sound but you can still hear them pressing against it, snarling and hissing, desperate to pursue their escaped meal. Doing your best to ignore it and quell the fear pounding inside your mind, you steady your breath. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, ex-

Much further down you can hear shuffling. Someone is dragging their feet against the concrete. It isn't the only thing you hear, however. There is a raspy groan emanating from the pit far below, as well as a constant drip of liquid and the squelch of moist organs grinding against one another, trying to spill free of their rib cage imprisonment.

With a bravada you didn't know you could muster, you tiptoe to the guardrail and peer down. Miraculously the bottom floor is well-lit. The door must be open. It provides just enough light to illuminate the bottom segment of the tower. To your dismay, the entirety of the first floor landing is swarming with the undead.

"There are more on the lower levels," you whisper, backing away from the railing.

"How many?"

"Too many."

"How many people were in this shithole?"

You roll your eyes. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Keep your voice down."

"Yifan," you whisper-shout, poking him in the chest. "Figure something out!"

His reflexes are much faster than your own. Grabbing your wrist, he twists your body into his own, your back flush against his chest. Warm air caresses your ear as he rests his face near yours, his words a whisper only for you to hear. "I told you to stay quiet."

"Yifan," you whine, pushing back against his chest.

He doesn't answer. Instead the hand that once held your wrist trails upward along your arm. The other is running circles on your stomach, travelling a bit lower with each repetition. By the time his fingers crawl under your waistband, he's littering your neck in teasing kisses in an attempt to distract you.

You shudder. There's a fire building in your gut. His touch is addictive and your mind falls into a haze of longing. It isn't until one of the undead several floors below roars and the crowd floods out of the small square space that you snap back to reality. Yifan's hands don't waver, intent to feel every inch of your skin.

"They're hunting," you whisper. He hums in acknowledgement before nibbling on your ear. Biting back a moan, you yank his hand out of your panties. "Now isn't the time, Yifan!"

"Why not? They left."

"There are literally hundreds of them right outside this door! They might-" His teeth sink into your shoulder and you hiss, pushing him back a step with all your strength. "Asshole! They might break through!"

The door rattles on its hinges as if to empathise your point. It creaks and bends under the pressure of the endless force behind it. Yet it holds strong. There's a soft rustle in front of you and you can imagine Yifan shrugging, maybe even rolling his eyes. Your clenched fist hits him square in the chest. He doesn't react.

"Besides, we have a lot to talk about, don't we?"

"Come on, baby, let's live a little."

"I think I want to live a little too much to do something that stupid. If you're not going to take this seriously, I'll leave without you."

"Where?" Yifan snorts but when your feet clank against the metal stairs, he sighs. "Babe. Wait for me. Don't run off."

"Oh don't worry, I have no intention of straying far from you and your goddamn gun!"

He's hot on your heels. Even though he's larger than you in many aspects, he's quieter, almost indiscernible aside from his aura. It hangs around him wherever he goes - intense, powerful, authoritative. Palpable, you can feel it shrouding you.

When you reach the fifth floor landing you stop. There's a bit more light here. The closer you get to the bottom, the more that filters through. You can also hear a gentle lapping, like waves hitting the side of a pool. Peering over the edge, you recognise that the shards of refracted light beaming into the harsh darkness are the sun's fast-fading rays bouncing off an uncalm surface.

"Is that a pool?" Craning your neck to get a better view, you huff when Yifan leans further over the edge than you can manage. He's all limbs. "There was no pool when we came in."

"There was. It was through the door on the right. The whole bottom floor beneath the right wing is an indoor beach."

"An indoor beach… at a beach resort?"

He shrugs. "We can't go all the way down. We need to get back to the center stairwell or we'll get lost and swarmed."

He pushes off the railing. Giving him space, you shift to the side so he can listen to the fifth floor through its large, foreboding door. After just a few seconds he sighs, shaking his head while using his hand to slice an imaginary line along his neck. It's dark but you understand the intent all the same: death.

This time you tiptoe down the stairs. While you're louder than Yifan, you're still much quieter than you had been before. Aside from the occasional splashing from the pool, the stairwell remains silent. There's no signs of movement, living or otherwise.

When the fourth floor is also a bust, you consider going back up. Too much further down and you'll have trouble if a horde appears. If they strongarm their way through a door, you won't be able to go down without running into the mass of corpses awaiting their next meal on the ground level. Yifan, however, insists on trying the third floor.

"It's better to keep moving towards the bottom than making our way back up. That's horror movie 101."

"But if we so much as hiccup they're going to be on us in seconds," you whisper into his ear. He's bent over, his head tilted in your direction so you don't need to raise your voice.

"I'll protect you."

"Right. Because Mr. Construction over here just happens to be a marksman. Not weird at all."

He laughs, breathless and airy against your cheek as he straightens his posture. "Just trust me."

Muttering an irritated 'fine', you cross your arms and pout every step of the way down to the third floor landing. You're still sour when he starts to open the door. A bitter frown contorts your lips when Yifan gives you a thumbs up. He opens it further, performing a visual check before grasping your arm and pulling you through. To your surprise, the hallway is empty.

There is, however, plenty of carnage to remind you of the hell you've found yourself ensnared in.

Stepping over travel bags and jumping over puddles of blood, you're dutiful in your pursuit of Yifan's tall frame. His steps are larger than yours and he crosses the distance faster. If your pace decreases too much, he waits for you to catch your breath, scouring the hall with its millions of doors for anything out of place in the meanwhile. Every now and then he closes one of the doors as a preventative measure.

Halfway to the centre stairwell he comes into view - one of the blundering idiots Yifan hired as security. Facing the direction opposite you, he's a few metres away from your destination, just beyond the stairwell entrance. It doesn't take a genius to figure out he's become one of them.

Blood trickles down his back from the gushing wound on his shoulder. Huge gashes paint his skin in a myriad of dark reds. When he stumbles forward, he damn well near tumbles, unsteady due to the massive lacerations severing the tendons in his legs.

You try to skid to a halt but Yifan tightens his grip on your arm and keeps going. All he offers is a quick finger against his lips, urging you to remain quiet. Your heartbeat picks up. If they have any form of heightened senses, you're as good as caught. The stench of exertion and fear clings to you. Sweat leaks down your face as your adrenaline peaks, overwhelming your system with the desire to run.

Unlike you, Yifan is a cool cucumber.

He doesn't bat an eye. This whole situation has had no visual effect on him. In a way you despise him for it. You know you'd be dead without him but there's no tremble in his hand, no sway in his feet. He has nerves of steel. It doesn't surprise you, it just makes you feel weak. Grateful, of course, but so, so small and vulnerable.

Every time the idiot sniffs the air or tilts his head, Yifan's hand hovers over his gun. He's fast on the draw and his brow furrows in concentration, fighting back the urge to go through the motion, to kill. His hand caresses the dark metal like it's an old friend, comfortable and reliable, but he never unholsters it. It's a last resort; if he uses it, more will come.

By some miracle you reach the stairwell with no issue. Even as you open the door and slip inside, he doesn't turn. Just as he was in life, the guards a fucking moron who can't detect or secure shit. Some things never change.

The door clicks closed and you sigh in relief. "We did i-"

"Help… me…"

Knowing you well, Yifan clamps his hand over your mouth before the scream has a chance to escape. With frantic and terrified kicks, you leap backwards from the fingers wrapping around your ankle. In an elegant twirl you could never muster on your own, you're whisked away from the threat and its pathetic sobbing. Yifan's back barricades you against the wall and you hear the soft click of his gun's hammer.

"Sir, it's me," the voice mumbles, raspy and strained. "Your pilot."

"Pilot?"

Both you and Yifan spit out the word, though his tone is much more venomous than yours. Shimmying your phone out from your pocket, you shine the flashlight toward the voice. It is indeed a man that bears some resemblance to the alcoholic you had the displeasure of meeting earlier. Yifan confirms the man's identity with a bitter chuckle.

"Great. Our pilot is as good as dead. So much for getting back to the plane."

"What do we do now?"

"I can get us out of here if you get me back to the plane," he speaks with more enthusiasm now, a glimmer of hope in his glassy eyes. Forcing himself to stand, a foul smell emanates from his body as he limps closer to you both. Your nose scrunches in distaste.

"Back off," Yifan warns, raising the gun.

The pilot throws his hands up in defense before backing up. He calls Yifan an arsehole under his breath. The word echoes in the small space. You're unsure if he's aware of this or if he thinks he's being sly. Either way you sidle out from behind Yifan and start to slink down the stairs. You make it down four steps before the man growls.

With an audible thump, he knocks Yifan back against the wall. Metal clanks against stone as the gun falls. To your relief, it doesn't hit the steel of the stairs; it's still within reach. As you turn to flash some light on the tussle, you're thrown backward. Grimy, moist nails claw at your neck during the whole descent. On the first rotation, your head and back slam against the concrete. On the second, it's your knees and feet.

By the time you're flat on the mid-floor landing, there's a hundred too many pounds crushing your chest. Every inch of you aches from the fall but it's nothing compared to the scorching fire exploding inside your throat. Snapping your eyes open, you see the pilot. He's pinning you down and choking you.

Glancing upward to where Yifan once stood, you pray he'll rescue you. Seconds are worth a lifetime when each could be your last. Speckles of darkness pollute your vision, somehow even darker than what you've been plunged into now that your phone is lost. It's probably shattered given the extent of your tumble.

His hold on you tightens, his fingers digging into your pulse points. Searching for something you can use, anything at all, your nails rake across the ground. There's nothing in reach. You force out a gasp, desperate to suck in some air, and Yifan stirs. His boots slam against the stairs two at a time but he's dizzy, or at least uncertain, and his footfalls are hesitant.

And then it moans.

Your old friend hanging high in the spire moans.

You had been too afraid to acknowledge it then, to admit that it was no hallucination but a very real, very undead monster lurking in the dark.

Yet now it's moans serve not to lure you upward to certain doom; they're a reminder of the inevitable future coursing through the pilot's veins.

It's a brief distraction but one nonetheless and you don't plan on dying like a dog under this madman's grasp. Lurching into a sitting position, you headbutt him. It's enough to throw him off balance. He's well on the track to becoming one of them and his mind is deteriorating fast, but if he wants to play mad, you'll just play madder.

Gripping his hair and ignoring how it tears out in clumps, you trip over him, kneeing him in the stomach during the descent. On legs that scream in defiance, you lift yourself to your feet. He follows, your hold on him shifting to his ears and neck, and he whimpers. It's a pathetic sound. It makes you want to hurl. Instead you stand tall and focus, breathing deep to reinvigorate your tired muscles. Even if you wanted to, you know you can't make quick work of it.

"This is going to hurt," you whisper, a chill settling deep in your spine as you pull his head closer to you. "You should've stayed on the plane."

Like a bow drawn taut, you release the pressure in your arms in one sudden punch. It isn't your typical hit, however. Instead of using your fists, you use the man's face to pummel the wall. Over and over you cock the pistol that is your body before shooting more of his face all over the cold, hard concrete.

Even as your hold on his sloughing skin becomes slippery from the excess blood, you keep going.

"He's dead," Yifan murmurs.

You jolt when he immobilises you. With his arms around your waist, he uses this newfound leverage to levitate you up and away from the bloodbath of your creation. Unfurling your fingers, you relax, allowing your jittery body to calm.

"You did well. He's dead."

In the safety of his embrace, you succumb to the exhaustion pulling you deep into a restless slumber.

It isn't Yifan shaking you or calling your name that awakens you but the cold night air. There are crickets chirping somewhere beyond the jungle's treeline. Upon opening your bleary eyes, you see little orbs of light floating on the soft ocean breeze as it rolls in across the tarmac. One of the lights dive toward you and you flinch.

It's a firefly.

Small, fragile and beautiful.

It rests on your shoulder for a brief moment before taking back off into the sky.

"Babe, are you awake?"

You hum in response, nodding while struggling to keep your heavy eyelids from closing.

"The jet should be in the hangar. Can you walk?"

Humming again, you stand. It takes great effort to stay upright. Your legs are like lead beneath you. Each step is harder than the last and your feet drag, leaving a trail on the sand-covered runway. It would be easier to walk in cement shoes, you think, and it makes you chuckle. Cement shoes. Yifan would surely appreciate the mobster reference.

He scoffs in front of you, looking over his shoulder to observe your condition.

Had you said that out loud? Did he at least find it as amusing as you did?

"You need to rest but it isn't safe out in the open. Push yourself a little more, okay?"

It's a genuine, sincere request so you do it. Despite how your body screams for rest, you hold onto his belt and soldier on. You even look around as you tiptoe behind him, your head in a constant state of swivelling in order to report any undead sightings. A strike of good fortune finds you both entering the hangar without issue. Another lucky break has your jet inside, door open and ready for you both to embark.

Whoever said good things happen in threes, however, is a liar.

The second bodyguard falls face first out of the plane.

His fingers are stumps, worn down to the bone.

Sniffing the air, his rotting eyes snap to you.

"I'll distract it while you get on the plane."

"What? No w-"

The guard croaks before he charges. You pray that nothing else heard it, that nothing else will come. Yifan pushes you aside while kicking the guard square in the stomach. Blood explodes out of his mouth as he stumbles backward, stunned. His attention shifts to Yifan.

"Get on the plane!"

"But-"

"Here." He tosses a set of keys to you: the pilot's, and therefore the plane's. "Now go."

Turning your back on him feels like a betrayal. There's another thud and grunt as Yifan lands a kick on the guard and then the clunking of metal. Squelching permeates your ears and you want to vomit. It's what flesh sounds like as it slides off the bone as if it's shredded beef.

You don't stop to look back.

You have faith in Yifan's abilities - in him.

The steps rattle with each plod of your feet until you're standing in the plane's cabin. Your chest heaves. It burns to breathe. Between exertion and exhaustion, every inhalation is a fight to stay conscious. There's a thundering boom in your ears that won't cease, adrenaline pounding against your skull.

Knowing your senses are impeded, you turn to view the carnage. Worry clenches your heart when you're unable to spot either the guard or Yifan. Resisting the urge to go back and help him, your hand hovers over the stair's lift button. At the first sign of trouble you'll press it.

You'll press it and wait in this flimsy tin can for God knows how long.

Perhaps until you run out of food.

Perhaps even until you die.

There's a scuffle beyond your view and then several hits reminiscent of flesh smashing against stone. You know this noise well now. It's a sound you'll never forget courtesy of the pilot.

Who's going to fly the plane?

Another clang resonates from nearby as metal strikes something hard, not stone but… bone.

Over and over again.

Clang.

Seconds pass in relative silence. No matter the outcome, the fight has come to an end. One will emerge the victor and you'll either die alone or die with Yifan. Operating a plane, after all, requires finesse and training. It's not something you just decide to do on a whim.

It's either by his side or by his hand. Or, you suppose, his teeth. You laugh at the grimness of the situation. This is your reality. It's a joke - a fucking nightmare, sure, but a real fucking cosmic zinger too.

A real ride or die then ride some more kind of couple.

"Babe," Yifan huffs, limping into your view. "I'm opening the bay doors."

Relief surges through you. It's an emotional overload. Sobbing, you fall to your knees, abandoning your post by the button. He's hurt but he's alive and so are you. You're alive. Against the odds, you both survived.

The hangar door shutters open. He doesn't wait for the machinery to finish before jogging onto the plane. Smashing the button after himself, you watch as the stairs retreat back into the plane's side. The hydraulics hiss as they settle. Yifan stands beside you, shoulders slumped and head hung. His once immaculate suit is drenched in blood and sweat.

"You alright?" he asks, aware of your eyes on him.

"Are you bitten?"

"It's not my blood."

"Are you bitten?"

"No, but you shouldn't trust my word on it. I have a penchant for lying, after all."

"Yeah," you scoff. Grabbing his hand, you use him as support to pull yourself up. "You really do. Construction, huh?"

He laughs and the easy nature behind it soothes you, a bright spark erasing the somber atmosphere until you're laughing too. "I was planning on telling you event-"

The pilot's cabin door flings open. In the same breath Yifan draws his gun, aiming it at the young woman standing on the threshold. It takes her a moment to catch onto what is happening. When she does, she screams, throwing her hands up in defense before cowering. It's the flight attendant.

"I'm normal! I'm not one of them!"

After a visual check for wounds, he holsters his gun. "What were you doing in there?"

"What do you think?" you mutter under your breath, ignoring how his hand creeps up to hold the back of your neck, squeezing in warning.

"Hiding. From… from the guard. He went crazy. He's been trying to get in for the past hour." Closing the door slightly, she points at the tarnished metal. The metal is scratched and coloured red from his attempts. "I thought maybe the pilot left the keys…"

She trails off and you gasp, a lightbulb going off in your head. "You can fly the plane!"

"Yes… not that I intended to leave you here! I just assumed-"

"We have the keys. Get us out of here."

Upon hearing Yifan's approval, you toss the keys to her. She trembles as she speaks, anxious to escape the madness infecting the island, "Yes, sir!"

When the plane rumbles to life, you remember how to breathe. You don't think twice about what Yifan is planning as he leads you toward the bathroom. There's a part of you that wants to let loose and forget everything. He pushes you inside, rough and dominant like always. You slide your irreparable hoodie off and toss it into the corner.

When he doesn't enter behind you, you face him, equal parts confused and eager. "Are you coming?"

"Do you need help washing up?" He smirks before gesturing toward the small shower cubicle. "Go on."

"But I need to check you for bite marks."

"Well who am I to say no to a good time?"

"I'm being serious here, Yifan."

"So am I, baby."

His suit jacket is on the ground before he even steps foot inside. Scrambling to keep up with how fast he's peeling his clothes off, you shimmy out your sweats and panties in one fell swoop. The clothes are beyond ruined so he takes a shortcut, popping the buttons of his dress shirt as he tears it off. After his shoes are kicked off and his pants abandoned, he drinks in your body as you continue to undress. There's a myriad of bruises scattered along your skin.

"Look what all that manhandling did to my arm."

Chuckling as his fingers trace the marks, he smirks. It's a signature look of his, one that excites you. When you pull away from him to step inside the shower and turn the water on, he pins you against the wall. With your arms raised overhead, he places gentle kisses along the bruises, avoiding the speckles of blood on your body all while grinding his hips against yours.

You moan in unrestrained need. It entices him. His cock brushes against your throbbing cunt and you buck, chasing his hardening length but he doesn't give you what you want. No, that would be too easy. Instead he continues to tease, holding your wrists in one hand while using the other to grab a bar of soap. Rubbing it along every inch of your skin in painstaking detail, he cleans off all the grime and blood before doing the same to himself. All you can do is watch, unable to touch, unable to help.

Once satisfied, he sighs in relief, tossing his head back and allowing the hot water to drizzle through his hair. You squirm under his hold, whining for attention and shuddering whenever his body so much as touches yours. He peeks at you with one eye.

"Is my baby needy?"

You nod, grinding against his thigh as he rests it between your legs. Starting slow and tentative, your movements are exploratory but when his muscles tense and flex, you gasp. He doesn't bother to move beyond that, forcing you to put in the work all while wearing a cocky grin. Sliding up and down his bare leg, you ride him, yearning for release.

It builds up slowly, starting as small sparks that soon blossom into a raging fire as you fuck his thigh in earnest. When you're close to climax, Yifan lends a hand. Gripping your hips, he pulls you close, sliding your soaked pussy along his leg like it were a water slide. He dips two long fingers deep in your cunt, using his palm to massage your clit until you're clenching around him, screaming his name in absolute ecstasy as you cum.

"How desperate," he scoffs before your high has a chance to subside. "But don't you worry. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard you forget the last few hours ever happened."

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dirtykpopsnaps · 4 years ago

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Okay...this should be Yifan now😬😬

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bobbyseyesmile · 5 years ago

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till we meet again - part 3

Rated [M] for a bit smut at the end.

His eyes were tired and burned whenever he rubbed them to stay awake. City lights passed the car, what was the time? A quick glance on the phone display, but he forgot it a few seconds later again. His flight was long and exhausting- more than ten hours of to many phone calls and a lot of mails to read and response to.

Finally, he was in Seoul. Finally, and after weeks of being separated, he would hold his moonshine again- he just couldn’t wait till he saw her. She didn’t respond to his latest text message but that was okay. She was never a big fan of texting, also she could have already been asleep- after all, it was late. What was the time again?

“You can stop here.” He told the taxi driver and the man nodded in silent. Looking at the huge building he suddenly missed her old apartment. It was small and cozy, there was never enough space in the drawers and only one person at the time could be in the kitchen.

But he understood why she had to move. Of course, he did. She told him everything- the memories she had made with another man there, the fights, the love, the struggles. He met her at her darkest time in life, she was vulnerable and insecure. Questioning the motives of each person who were nice to her, who wanted to help her.

He understood. But now, a year later, she was strong and independent. He knew that she didn’t need him to be happy, she could that be for herself, but she wanted him in her life and for that, he was very grateful.

The keys in his hands slipped and landed near a puddle. A relived sigh escaped him and he bend down to pick it up when a small something caught his eye. Usually he wouldn’t touch a stranger’s cigarette end, but this one was special. It wasn’t just any brand, this one held a lot of information’s and those information’s made him uneasy.

He was here. At her apartment.

“Unbelievable…” he whispered to himself and pulled the phone out of the pocket. “Hello, it’s me. I need your services again… Yes… that’s right… Thank you and oh, bring Hector this time. Bye.” For a second he asked himself if he overreacted but then anger reminded him why he did it again. Enough was enough after all.

The apartment was still and dark, he was sure that he would find her in bed. Surprisingly wasn’t the white cat with her, she ran towards him and started to purr as he caressed the soft fur. “Hey bud.”

The interest of the animal was short and as fast as it showed up it also disappeared in the darkness again, softly purring on its way.

When he entered the bedroom, and saw her lying in his shirt, his heart jumped and for a while he just stood and watched her softly breathing. She was the most beautiful creature he ever saw, filled with graciousness and patience. A heart who managed to love again. A body that healed itself even though the scars would never completely vanish.

A soft whimper when his lips kissed her stomach, hands stroking along her sides, quiet moans filling the air.

“K-Kris?” she asked and he his fingers carefully put a few strands aside of her sweaty face.

“Hēi.“ He whispered back and she gave him a small smile.

“Wǒ hěn gāoxìng jiàndào nǐ. * “ she responded with her first learned phrase in his language which made his heart even more jump. (*I’m glad to see you)

“I missed you a lot, Baobei.”

“I missed you too, Kris.” She rubbed her eyes and sat up to kiss him.

He felt her passion and love towards him in her kiss. In that moment it was all she needed- His warmth and assurance that he would protect her. And damn it if he had to fight a whole company for her- he would do it.

“Lay down.” He ordered and then moved towards her, meanwhile throbbing, core. He didn’t hesitate to taste her, he missed her too much to tease both of them right now.

Her breath sounded choked when his hot tongue extensively licked on the soft flesh. He nibbled on it, the tip of his tongue circled around her entrance slowly asking for permission when her hips pushed against his lips.

“K-Kris…” she whimpered as a long slender finger entered her, circling slowly, searching for her magic spot.

“Shh.” He calmed her, pressing his lips against the clit, softly sucking before he increased the speed, adding a second finger.

Her body perked up, fingers clawing in his black hair, begging for more. He fulfilled her wish and his finger finally found the spot, gently pressing against it when she suddenly cried out of lust.

“Can my baby take three fingers?” he asked and she paused for a short second.

“You’re being careful, right?”

“Always.” He promised seriously and she saw the deep meaning in his eyes. He would never hurt her.

She felt the new feeling when the third finger gently stretched her entrance, slowly sliding inside, letting her adjust to it. A quiet moan than another one, louder this time, welcoming the sensation of being fully stretched.

“Faster, please…” she commanded and began to whine when he started to work his magic, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body tensed up, back bending, fingers clenching to the sheets, mouth wide open when she exhaled one last loud cry before her juices gushed over his fingers making her come in pure bliss and desire.

One last lick of his tongue, calming her shivering core before he softly kissed the inside of her legs. Savoring every moment and centimeter of her skin.

“Goodnight my love.”

He got a small nod in response before she drifted to sleep.

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sojufor1 · 8 years ago

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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

The soft light from the moon reflected off your skin. The gold silk and emerald lace of your gown made you look ethereal. To him you were. YiFan stood over your sleeping form, your body a beacon in the sea of black sheets. He had been watching you, in wait for years. But he knew this was the night he would have you.

His long fingers reached out from beneath his black cloak, dancing along your full hips up your body. You moan at the slight touch, your body moving closer to his as he laid beside you. He smiled to himself, “Your mind may not know me yet, but your heart will always remember me.” YiFan brought his hand up to his mouth, he slides his thumb against his razor sharp teeth. “By pricking of my thumbs. Something wicked this way comes,” he slowly rubs his bloodstained thumb against your lips. The cut already healing, as he sucked it clean. Now, he just had to wait.

You moan, tossing and turning in your bed. You slowly sit up to get a glass of water. Your feet touching the cold wood of the floor sending a shock through your system. You open your eyes adjusting them, this wasn’t right. You had carpeting in your bedroom, always have. Looking around you take in your surroundings, you’re standing in a long hallway. Turning around you see your bed has disappeared.

The hall in front of you seems to stretch forever, the candles in the wall sconces giving off an eerie light. You slowly walk further down the hall. The soft sirens call of a violin entrancing you, your feet guiding you towards the room at the end. You walk in to see a tall figure, standing in front of a roaring fire. His back to you, you watch the graceful and fluid motion of his shoulders as he plays. He turns slightly, the sight of his intense concentration on such a handsome face has you gasping.

YiFan knew you were behind him, he knew the moment you appeared. He wanted nothing more than to take you then and there. But in order for this to work, you had to trust him. You had to submit to him. He continued playing, forcing his body to lie in wait. He would let you make the first move.

You closed your eyes, your hand coming to your chest. The violin sounded as if it was crying, then it would begin a jovial dance as if the sadness was all a dream. You walked further into the room, standing next to the man, “That is beautiful. I’m sorry to bother you,” you say with a shy smile.

Kris looks down at you, his eyes like molten gold with a thousand emeralds sprinkled the irises around his catlike pupils. “A beauty as yourself could never bother me,” he said as he set his violin on the mantle. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he turned towards you.

“Waiting for me,” you ask with a small laugh. He stepped closer to you, his tall frame towering over you. Your heart raced as you stepped back, he advanced with every step you took. Your back hits the cold stone wall, now flustered you ask “How could you be waiting for me, have we met?” His deep chuckle causes you to jump.

The cadence of your heart racing excited YiFan to no end. The rush of the blood flowing through your veins. The scent of your warm flesh as it heated from fear and arousal. He could smell the deep coppery scent of your blood, but he could also smell your delicious essence flowing down your thighs. The sweet melody of your blood and essence had his erection straining in his pants.

“We’ve met many times over many centuries. Your beauty never ceases to amaze me,” he said as his hand came up to your face. He raised your chin, your eyes hypnotized by his. Slowly, as not to alarm you he leans in, placing a soft chaste kiss against your full lips. How he had missed just the feel of your lips against his.

You moaned at the feel of his lips on yours. Your hands coming up to his broad chest, pushing at him. He pulled away from you, “Please, forgive me. I couldn’t help myself. I’ve missed doing that so much.” YiFan stepped away from you, your hands tightening in his shirt preventing him from getting too far.

“What’s your name,” you ask as you pull him closer. You slide your hands up his chest, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck. Pulling him close, “I want to know who’s name I should be screaming.” He growls as he bends down picking you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his firm waist. He slams you into the wall, the bite of the stones on your back making you moan into his mouth.

“YiFan,” his says between kisses, “My name is YiFan.” He kisses down your neck, the temptation of your jugular vein thrumming under his tongue. He scraped his teeth across it, careful not to break the skin. His resolve nearly dissolving at your sinful moan from his actions. He slid his hand up your thigh, moaning at the feel of your bare ass under the silk gown. His hand slid a burning trail against your thighs, his long fingers sliding up and down your slick folds. “Is this all because of me Princess,” he asked.

You were moaning as you nodded your head begging, “Please.”

Smiling YiFan simply said, “As you wish Princess.” His long finger meeting little resistance as it slid into your dripping core. You both moaned, you pulled him into a kiss. He bit your lip as he slammed two fingers into you, curling them just right. You gasp, your head falling back as your lip slips from YiFan’s teeth, a small cut forming. The taste of your blood on his tongue sends him into a frenzy. He removes his fingers from you, causing you to whine lifting your head.

Eyes heavy you smile at him, licking the blood pooling on your lip. With a snap of his fingers, you’re both naked. He slammed your lips together, his tongue sliding against your lip. The sweet coppery taste of your blood combined with the feel of your wetness leaking down onto his throbbing erection broke him. He couldn’t wait, he couldn’t control himself.

YiFan pulled away from you, a groan of disapproval grumbling out. You both so out of it, you don’t know who made the noise. Lining himself up with your core, he dropped you. Your eyes widened and your heart stopped. You were too full, yet you wanted more. He threw his head back, focusing on the ceiling as he tried not to move. He wanted nothing more in that moment to pound into you. To have your mouth wide in silent screams as you came apart from him and him alone.

YiFan’s head fell forward with the first experimental move from your hips. His eyes flashed red, so quick you thought it was a trick from the light. “If you do that again, I won’t be able to control myself,” he mumbled against your lips. You lock your fingers around his neck, lifting yourself up before slamming yourself back down onto him. YiFan roars, his eyes red and fangs elongating as he slams you into the wall.

His hips move at speeds too fast for a human. The fear scenting your skin arousing him more. He feels a primal need, he needs to own you. He has to destroy you, ruin you for any other man. His hips stutter as you clenched down around him. A scream of painful pleasure tearing through your chest, clawing out of your mouth. Your nails maiming the skin of his shoulders, as he bites down onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The pain so intense it sends you into a second orgasm.

You slam your head back into the wall, your body going limp as you lose consciousness. Hours later, you wake up back in your own bed. Your head pounding and body sore, you try to remember the night before.

Rationalizing this as one drink too many and a wonderful post party hangover, you go to your bathroom. As you wash your face, you look into the mirror. Seeing the bitemark still on your shoulder, you panic. Like watching a movie on a screen, your dream comes back to you. Your hand raises to the bruise left behind as you softly say, “YiFan.”

YiFan hears your call and smiles to himself. You were his once before and you will be his again.

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