moth to a flame || J.Y
Summary: He'll chase you down until you love him.
Pairing: villain!Yunho x female!reader
Words: Shakira, Shakira, eres tu?
Genre: Smut, Angst, Miscellaneous; Long
⚠️ I am not romanticizing any of this stuff, it is called villain!Yunho because these things are bad. If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️
The sight of silver hair under a hood in the night, a faint whistle in the distance, and the sound of heavy boots hitting the concrete was the townspeople's worst nightmare. Sometimes he would carry around an axe, a crowbar, or a bat, that he would drag against the floor or hit against the brick walls as if it were a warning saying "beware, here I come".
Coming across this man - if he could even be called that, as no one could believe someone so merciless could be human - meant certain death most times.
He did occasionally just wish to strike fear upon people, but he was known for stealing, vandalizing, murdering, disfiguring, torturing... Everything you could think of and more.
It was quite easy to avoid him, one should simply remain inside as soon as the sun began to set, but to everyone's dismay, the cold-blooded killer started becoming bored, he wanted to see how many people he could terrify at the same time.
Unfortunately for you, you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You had just exited your favourite café, drink still hot in your hand, when you heard tired screeching, as cars came to a halt, and a bunch of beeping. You turned your head to look at what you presumed was an irresponsible driver, but instead found a man.
A tall man, dressed fully in black, with his hood pulled over his head, standing in the middle of the road as if he were immortal, as if he knew the cars would swerve in his favour and not hit him. The man stood there, like a menacing shadow watching everyone's moves.
It wasn't until the wind blew over and revealed part of his silver hair and his menacing smile that people recognized who he was. The city came to a halt, and not a breath to be heard.
"I don't think I've introduced myself!" He shouted, reaching into the duffle bag by his side "My name is Yunho!"
The man pulled out two AK's and shot them at the sky. He then watched, with a smile on his face, as people scrambled out of their cars, running to safety. Others, perfectly depicting the egoism of the human race, locked themselves inside buildings, leaving their neighbours to fend for themselves outside.
Yunho sat on the hood of a car, tongue stuck out, with a huge smile on his face, as he watched the people run around like bugs hit with bug spray as if it was his own work of abstract art. The desperation of a human.
Once again hit by the worst luck possible, you ran back to the café you had just been in and tugged on the door handle. Locked. You banged on the wooden door, begging for them to let you in, but it seemed you were on your own.
You looked behind, hoping he hadn't caught you struggling and shaking in fear, but just then, you made eye contact with him.
Shit.
You wiggled the door handle as if you were strong enough to break a lock and burst in, but it was too late.
Yunho slowly removed his hood and climbed off of the car, to take a better look at you. The man's eyes widened, bewildered by your beauty, and in disbelief that someone so alluring could even be real. He took long, slow strides to get to you, your heart racing faster and faster at every step.
By the time he had gotten to you, you here crouched on the floor, your legs seemingly too weak to stand, eyes closed shut and back against the door.
Yunho grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eye. Somehow your terror, your fear... It did not please him. He did not want you to feel fear.
"Please... Don't kill me." You begged, your voice coming out in nothing but a small whimper.
Yunho tilted his head. He couldn't understand why you would think that he would kill someone so... perfect.
Before he could say anything sirens sounded in the background, seemingly getting closer and closer. Yunho grabbed your wrist and threw you inside of a random car that still had the keys in the ignition and he blasted off before the cops saw him.
In your head your death sentence had been signed, you were done for. You rested your head against the car seat and let your arms fall limp to your sides. Your relaxed outside did not match the insane heart beating inside of your chest. You wanted to run, but you knew there was no point, you were dead. Alive, but dead.
Suddenly, the car stopped. You knew that because you felt the machine coming to a halt, not because you saw it since all you could see was the world around you spinning.
There was a breeze coming from your side, and you heard a voice mixed with the endless ringing in your ear, but you couldn't make out what it said, so you didn't reply.
It wasn't until you felt the man pick you up bridal style that you lost the rest of your senses and everything went blank.
When you woke up you were in a comfortable bed, the most comfortable you had ever been. The duvet was made of feathers, the pillows were silky and there was a dim light coming from the headboard of the bed, so you could see your surroundings. To your right, big windows that displayed a beautiful view of the city's lights at night. To your left, an open door that, from what you could see, lead to a walk-in dresser, and on its side was a display case, full of trophies and pictures. In front of you was a wide door, with several paintings decorating the walls, and a vanity.
This room was pristine, well-decorated, and organized. Where the fuck were you!?
Suddenly you heard footsteps come your way, and the calm, heavy paces reminded you of the scenery previous to your black out. Your chest became heavy again, as if someone was sitting on it, and your breaths were harder to control.
You saw a tall, large figure in the glass of the large door in front of you, and it then opened slowly, revealing everyone's worst nightmare for the last two months: Yunho.
You gripped the sheets and sat up, knowing there was nowhere to run, and watched as the door revealed the whole man.
His hand reached for the light switch and he turned on the ceiling lights to look at you.
He had large sweatpants on, as well as a large, black t-shirt. He was barefoot, and honestly looked like a silver-haired Ryuzaki: with pale skin, dark circles and messy hair. He tilted his hair wile examining your body language.
You watched as he climbed on the bed, hovering on top of you. His face was a mere centimeters away from yours. He then stepped back and sat, cross-legged, in front of you.
"Are you scared of me?" The man asked, almost confused.
He looked like a little kid asking his parents if he was in trouble after spilling juice on the carpet.
Your throat felt like it was closed up, and you couldn't speak, so you just slowly nodded. You couldn't blink either, almost as if your brain had this idea that he would vanish the second your eyes closed.
The man frowned, he seemed angry at the response. He seemed to think he had done nothing to earn your fear.
"Why?" He asked, voice deep and serious.
"Y-You kill people... You torture them a-and you steal!" You explained, voice raising from the stress and fear.
"And that makes me a bad person?"
It was almost as if he lacked all sense of... anything, really.
"It does. You rob people of their life, of their freedom, of their stuff." You said, gesturing to the bedroom you were in.
"How do you know about all that? Have you seen it?" He asked, holding his head up with his head in amusement.
"Well, I saw you shoot two huge guns in the middle of the street yesterday." You argued.
Yunho shrugged.
"And who died?"
He did have you there... No one died...
"You stole someone's house!"
There was silence.
"What, you mean this house?" Yunho asked, gesturing around him.
"Yes."
Yunho laughed.
"This is my house princess. I was born here."
This time the silence came from you, as you were processing the words that came out of his mouth.
Yunho licked his lips and bit his lower lip as he got closer to your face.
"What? Only poor people get to be bad people? Rich people are such good souls, who could ever imagine a rich person being bad?"
"So you admit you're 'bad'." You said, nervously.
His hand wrapped around your neck, gently and slowly.
"I am bad, and I love being bad." Yunho whispered in your ear.
"B-but why? You got money, why do you do all that stuff when you could just... live comfortably? If- If you had issues surely you'd have the means to solve them."
He sat back on his heels.
"You seem to be under the impression that just because people don't have money they're more prone to be villains."
"Sorry, I don't mean that, I'm just asking... why?"
Yunho giggled.
"You're asking for what? My villain origin story?"
"I... guess."
Yunho sat against the headboard and moved you to sit on his lap. He didn't look very strong but committing crimes must've helped.
"Well, my curious little princess," he started, caressing your face, as he held you in place with his hand on your thigh "my mom worked in the government and my dad was a scientist. They didn't spend a lot of time at home because of their jobs but they were great parents and I loved them. When I was around 15 they started being home a lot more. The blinds were always shut for some reason and there had always been security around the house but it tripled around this time. Turns out my dad had made a discovery that would drastically help at least slow down climate change, and my mom had found out via her position that several world leaders and powerful CEO's were trying to cover it up because they would lose profit, they would lose benefits, they would lose the ability to control people based on their fear. My dad tried to spread the information but he was either intercepted or denied due to everyone's fear of 'the higher-ups'. They ended up being killed in front of me. I was hiding so no one saw me, but they were shot dead and dragged away. All of their work was stolen. I didn't even get to bury them, I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't get to say I loved them one last time."
Yunho's eyes were glossy and they were fixated on the wall, almost as if he was re-living the images in his head. He blinked away the tears and looked at you, all emotion absolutely gone, and instead replaced by a blank stare.
"They tried to be good and in return, they got killed. So what good is it to be merciful, to try to help?"
"Yunho I am sorry that happened to you, but why do you do it to innocent people? What wrongs have those people from yesterday committed?"
"Probably a lot. No one's innocent. But it's a vice. I started with specific targets, a couple politicians, scientists, government officials, a couple wives and husbands of said people, etc... Everyone that betrayed my parents that I could target. It became a vice, seeing people's fear and panic, I loved it. I loved that I could finally do that to them, and I can't stop now. Let it be known, however, that I never actually hurt innocent people. I just scared them a little to... keep them in line, let's say. Any news saying otherwise are copycats trying to ride on my coattails." Yunho said with a smile.
There was a smile and silence before he could speak again.
"But I didn't like the fear on your face, I really did not like it at all. I don't ever want to see you scared."
"Me? Why?"
Yunho caressed your face, and then the curves of your body.
"Because you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life."
Your body instantly felt hot and you couldn't keep eye contact.
"And your way to make me not scared is to kidnap me?"
"Well, I wanted to show you I'm not that evil. I'm pretty alright!"
"What if... I want to leave."
Yunho gripped your thighs harder.
"I'm afraid that would not be possible."
"This is why... This is why I'm afraid of you."
The man's grip loosened slightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go."
You pushed yourself off of Yunho and stared him down, angrily.
"So you take me against my will and then won't let me leave!? And then you try to tell me you're not a villain?"
Before Yunho could reply you ran out of the bedroom. You weren't really sure where you were going but you wanted to be away from him. You ended up in a different bedroom, where you tried to hide in the closet. The house was huge, from what you could tell, so it would at least give you some good minutes alone.
It took about 2 minutes from that thought until Yunho found you. He knelt down beside you and gripped your neck.
"I loved this game," he said, licking a stripe across your jaw "too bad I have cameras everywhere, princess."
You looked at him with teary eyes.
"Please... Let me leave, I'm scared."
Yunho frowned at the words.
"I don't like it when you're scared. Stop that."
"I... I can't. I can't stop it."
"I will make you fall in love with me then."
You scrunched your face in disgust.
"Okay, Don Massimo, that is creepy."
The man looked confused, and tilted his head, as if asking "what the fuck are you talking about!?".
"Don Massimo? The dude from 365 Dni?" You explained further, but he still seemed to not get the reference "It's a movie about this one guy that stalks this woman and then kidnaps her and says that he will try to make her fall in love with him in 365 days, if she doesn't he will let her go. That kind of seems like what you're doing."
Yunho's ears perked up and his eyes glistened.
"Is this an interest of yours? The movie? Let's watch it!"
Before you could protest and explain why that would be beyond uncomfortable and a terrible idea, Yunho was dragging you across the house to the ridiculously big and luxurious living room.
"Yunho, I don't think it's a good idea."
"Why?" The tall male said, as he ignored your complaints and rented the movie.
"It will be... uncomfortable."
"Why?" He asked, again, like a broken record, pressing play and dragging you to the couch.
"There's weird scenes..." You tried your best to explain.
You probably should've been explicit, but you were a little shy to blurt to this stranger "I don't want to watch hardcore porn next to you".
"I'll be fine, I've done stuff that some people find uncomfortable."
And with that, you shut your mouth, on one side a little anxious about the awkwardness that would ensue, but also a little curious as to if Yunho would be uncomfortable by something like that.
You let the scenes ride and watched the (awful) movie until the first sex scene came up: a blowjob. Nothing too extreme, but sexual nevertheless. You looked at Yunho sneakily, so he wouldn't realize you were staring. He was definitely a little more tense, but nothing too extreme.
It went all relatively well until the first hard sex scene began. Yunho's legs spread instinctively until his knee touched your leg, and after a particular choking scene, he whimpered.
Your head shot to look at him, and his head was resting on the couch, looking at you with hazy eyes and pink cheeks.
"I really wanna do that to you... Please." Yunho whispered in your ear.
Your body felt hot, and your stomach felt like it was twirling. You wanted to press your legs together and grip the sofa's cushions, but in no way, shape, or form did you want Yunho to know how aroused you felt.
Yes, he had kidnapped you, but he was tall, attractive, strong, he had huge hands and to hear a dangerous man like that whimper and beg for you... It did things to you. The extra adrenaline coming from the danger element didn't help the case either.
"Talk about being attracted to toxic men." You thought.
Someone once said "It's better when it feels wrong" and you thought the sentence stupid until that precise situation, where you were perfectly aware of how fucked up it was.
"I said it would be uncomfortable. I'm not doing anything." You desperately hoping he would drop it, 'cause if he pushed you any further you'd give in.
To your surprise, he stood up.
"I don't want to be pushy, I accept your no."
He started to walk away, leaving you confused.
"Where are you going?" You asked, not moving from your place.
Yunho stopped for a second and looked over his shoulder, in your direction.
"If you're not gonna finish me off, then I will." He resumed his walk and then stopped once more "Don't try to leave, I have people outside that won't be as gentle as I am."
All of the speech sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you remained in place. You heard a door close in the distance and immediately sighed and relaxed against the couch.
"What. The. Fuck. What the fuck is going on!?" You asked yourself.
You figured you had a bit of time to kill, so you turned off the awkward movie and began your tour around the stranger's house. It was humongous, it had a modern stereotypical 21st century mansion vibe, and the rest of the place followed suit with the bedroom: clean and organized. No one would've guessed it was the house of a killer.
At some point, you began recognizing the paintings on the walls so you figured you had ended up back in the same place. You were about to turn around and try to find undiscovered areas when you heard a sound. The most beautiful, butterflies-in-the-stomach creating sound.
You got closer to make sure it was what you thought it was (or that was what you tried to convince yourself was the reason, deep down you just wanted to hear it better).
Yunho was whimpering and moaning like there was no one else in the house like there was no one to hear him fucking himself like crazy. You pressed your ear against the door, and your legs started rubbing together.
"If you're gonna be pressed up against the door listening to me can I at least be behind you?"
You froze at the sound of Yunho's voice, and he could tell by the way your legs stopped that you didn't know what to do. Yunho chuckled and fuck was it beautiful.
"The door isn't opaque, it's just like a car's tinted windows, I can see you, but you can't see me. Come in, princess. This time you can't deny you want me, you came to me."
You were hesitant as you reached toward the door handle, and again, Yunho could tell from your movements.
"Fuck," he groaned "ignore the fucking moral conflict in your head and come fuck me."
That was about what broke you. You were already very near the limit, it wouldn't have taken a lot to break you, and that surely did.
You opened the door confidently, but shut it back shyly, after seeing Yunho. The room was purple from the LED lights and there were all kinds of sexual paraphernalia on the walls. Yunho was lying on the bed, fully naked, fringe stuck to his forehead due to all the sweat, chest heaving up and down, and a black, leather choker that connected his neck to the headboard with the help of a chain.
Yunho called you over with his finger, and a cocky smirk on his face.
You walked over to him, slowly, very wary of his surroundings. Taking note of this, Yunho grabbed something and threw it at you. When you caught it you stared at your hands until your eyes adjusted to the lights and you could make out what it was. A key.
Yunho sat up on the bed and leaned forward, until the chain stopped him.
"I'm all tied up princess, you got control over me. Now come here."
You set the key on the ground, far from him, and stepped closer. When you were by the bed you turned around and removed your jeans. Slowly and with your ass perked up so he could take a good look at it.
With one hand, Yunho jerked himself off, and with the other he smacked and groped your ass.
You playfully slapped his hand away.
"Are you gonna make me beg, princess?"
You got on top of him, your clothed cunt rubbing against his hard cock.
"Maybe."
Yunho rolled his eyes back into his head and his hips against yours.
"Please, use me as you want, princess."
You bent down and kissed his neck, letting him grab your ass and push your core against his cock. He incessantly rubbed his cock against you as you worked on his neck, until you sat up to remove your shirt.
Yunho whimpered and bit his lip at the mere sight. You then kissed down his abdomen, until your lips reached his tip.
You started slowly, taking his tip in your mouth, sucking on it, and helping out with your hand. As time went by, you were taking more and more of him, until his hand was tangled in your hair and his cock was hitting the back of your throat. After a while, he was thrusting his hips into you, but he suddenly pulled on your hair, taking his cock off of your mouth.
You looked up at him, wondering if you did something wrong.
"I don't wanna cum in your mouth. I want to cum in you, make you mine."
You smiled and climbed on top of him. Your lips hovered over his, slightly touching but not enough to be called a kiss, until you thought "fuck it" and kissed him. It was sensual and intense, but not teeth-clashing rough. You could tell he was trying not to hurt you.
His hands gripped your ass and guided your body to grind against his cock. Said hands then sneakily made their way up your body and removed your shirt.
"I feel like I've begged enough, princess. just ride me."
You ran your tongue across your teeth and removed the remaining underwear.
"As you wish, baby."
Slowly, and with Yunho's help, you inserted him in you. The male threw his head back, his neck complimented by the accessory holding him back, and moaned.
"Shit, fuck- Who knew you could look ever better." Yunho commented with a shit-eating grin as you began riding him.
You grabbed your tits and sped up the pace. You were both a sweaty, whimpering mess. The look on Yunho's face made you forget how wrong and fucked up the situation was, and all you could focus was on how hot he was, and you horny he got you.
Yunho smacked your ass and guided your hips up and down his cock.
"You're doing so good princess, fuck."
"Shit Yunho, you're so big-"
"Do I make you feel good? Hm?" He asked, delivering another spank to your ass.
"Yes- yes, so good."
With those words, and the beautiful way his name sounded leaving your lips, Yunho broke free of his restraints and flipped you around.
You looked at him, shocked.
"I could always break free from that, I just wanted you to feel safe until you felt comfortable, and given the situation," he said, pausing to look at the way his cock entered you "I'm pretty sure you're comfortable."
You gripped his neck and pulled his face down, closer to yours.
"You little shit." You said, before closing the gap and kissing him.
Your hands gripped the hair on the back of his head as he fucked you. Your moans mixed with Yunho's in the kiss.
When his pace picked up he pulled away from your lips.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna feel you up good, yeah?"
"Fuck, fuck- yes!"
Three strong thrusts and Yunho buried his cocks deep in you, as he came with a loud groan.
He wasn't done, however. After you felt his dick slip out of you, it was replaced with his fingers and tongue, playing with you expertly until you came.
Yunho then handled you with care, pulling the sheets over your body and laying next to you, keeping you company while you slept.
The next day you woke up in a different bed and were quite startled until you found Yunho next to you. His eyes peeled open, as you ended up waking him by moving so violently.
"Good morning." He said with a groggy voice.
His hair was messy and his cheeks were red and puffy. You couldn't believe that was the face of a killer.
"How did I get here?"
"Oh I carried you here, I wasn't going to let you sleep in a sex room."
At least he was caring... You guessed.
Surprisingly, Yunho's cockiness was correct. The man was intoxicating. The way he cared for you, the way he fucked you, the way he loved you... It was unlike anyone else. You stopped being scared of him and started feeling safe. Even when he let you leave, you didn't. This was the one time you allowed yourself to do something ludicrous and spontaneous, a fucking stupid thing that would come back to bite you in the ass but while you were in it you enjoyed it more than anything else. Yunho brought out a side of you you didn't know you had, but enjoyed nevertheless.
The way he would leave the house and drive across the world to buy you authentic Italian pizza if that's what you wanted... It was the man you deserved. And for that, you were willing to ignore the crimes.
The crimes that died down once you appeared in his life, he was so intoxicated by you, so completely drunk in love that any rage or hatred was completely absorbed and vanished.
It was the same love that made him careless, his head was in the clouds and he lived and breathed for you. And the same way he lived for you, he died for you.
After years of searching, Yunho was tracked down, his recent negligence lead to him being followed, and three months after you had initially been brought to his house, gunfires were heard outside. Yunho, that was kissing you in the middle of the living room, pulled away and looked at you.
He was terrified. It was the first time, ever since that dreadful night when he was 15, that Yunho felt scared.
He was terrified to lose you, he was terrified that you'd feel scared again and he wasn't there to make you feel safe.
"Yunho?" You asked, looking at him with worry.
His eyes filled with tears, that, no matter how hard he tried to fight back, eventually ran down his cheeks. The man smiled, knowing his fate. The payback for his crimes... Life was indeed cruel, and he asked why must his happiness be taken twice.
"It will be okay, princess. Don't be scared, please." He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly.
"It won't Yunho! Please! Let's run."
"I have to pay for what I've done, but you have to go, before they see you."
There was a loud thud and a bunch of heavy steps echoed in the house.
"I will be with you until the end." You told him.
And Yunho didn't fight it. He held you close and kissed you, tears streaming down his face. The kiss was full of emotion. There was need, desperation, love and sadness to the mix.
"He's here!" You heard a loud voice yell right by your side.
"I'm not afraid, because I'm with you."
BANG. BANG. BANG.
"And I love you."
After those four words, Yunho's eyes closed for the last time, and he let himself go. He didn't get to say he loved you, but you knew, and you knew you'd never love like that again.