#baek sang smut

[koiiiji]

If you're accepting request could you please write something about sharkboy's boss allowing him to punish his girl (the boss' girl) by biting her for trying to escape.

author's note ; honestly requests are closed, but i had quite same idea anyway! haven't written nsfw for a while so this one maybe lil cringe

note ; AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!!

tw ; threesome, porn without plot straight under the line, worshipping, oral (female receiving), dom!jinrang, baek being little obsessed simp for his boss and his girl!!

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it was worth admitting that you weren't the only one waiting for Jinrang to return from prison. as well as the fact that you're not the only one who missed your evenings all together.

the office was filled with obscene and squelching sounds, skin rubbing against skin, voices, low and high, desperately moaning and whining for more. no one would dare to knock and interrupt their boss after his absence for so long... especially when boss was busy scolding his employees.

Jinrang sat in his black leather office armchair, his arm tightly hold your chin, making you look right in his eyes, the other wrapped by your waist forcing your back press to his broad chest, while he mercilessly hummering his cock into your pussy.

Baek Sang — his trusted man, his second-in-command, the man to whom he would have entrusted the entire control of Busan if there had been a reason — was sitting between your legs, gripping your hips tightly and forcing you to spread your legs more widely. he devoured you so desperately and hungrily, as if he had just gotten out of the desert.

he seem like he didn’t care about his own pleasure — as if his own dick wasn’t uncomfortably rubbing against underwear fabric — he didn't care that Jinrang and you only looked at each other, sharing another sloppy kiss, when a thin line of saliva was still connecting you, as if Baek wasn’t even there.

but he was, he was there for your and his boss service and pleasure. if he has to get down on his knees, kissing and teasing your sweet, tight cunt, so Jinrang could fuck you right there, Baek is ready to do it. if your pleasure means pleasure for Jinrang, Baek would love to spread your legs apart and lick your wet and such helpless pussy thoroughly.

and while Jinrang was forcefully squeezing your waist, you clutched his shoulder with your hand, while the other rested on the blonde's head, unconsciously guiding his head in unison with Jinrang’s sharp thrusts. you were busy with dirty and wet kisses with Jinrang, his cock was too deep in your tight womb, that you barely felt Baek's lips come off your swollen clit. Jinrang's big hands were squeezing your flesh at the waist too hard and crushing your firm breasts, that Bark gentle caresses on your inner thighs seemed quite insignificant, until…

you felt a sharp pain in your hip area. you squealed right into the kiss with Jinrang, dug your nails into his shoulder harder and tugged at Baek's snow-white hair, tearing him away, only to see him sink his steel fangs right into the inside of your thigh. he instantly bit through the delicate skin, leaving two small bleeding holes.

and when your cockdrunk brains finally processed, you gasped at the view of your bitten and mark-strewn thighs. from the pelvis and all the way to the knees, all your legs were bitten and covered in hickeys. you didn't even know that the skin in this area could be so sensitive to marks. but your eyes filled with tears, already looked at Baek, silently begging him with pitiful pleas to return to your clit.

“miss was naughty during your absence, hyungnim,” — Baek smiled predatory, licking a thin drop of blood oozing from fresh wound.

“naughty, you say…” Jinrang drawled mysteriously, shifting his gaze from his subordinate to you, lifting your chin so that you looked back into his eyes again.

“Baek says that you were a bad girl while i was gone” he purred right into your lips.

“n-no, jin… i just..” you barely have enough strength to connect the words in sentences.

“miss did not used your gifts and multiple times decided to ignored my help…” Baek clung back to your inner thigh, leaving another hickey. his tone was more like when a child snitched to an adult.

“i see..” Jinrang's hot breath touched your ear, and his lips dug into your neck. “bad girls like you need to be punished, princess, don’t you think so?”

the same second Jinrang pulled out of your swollen pussy, leaving his cock bare, pressing into your belly. you let out another pitiful whimper, feeling too empty now.

“neglected my gifts… and even Baek’s help… baby, you will need work it all off.” Jinrang purred in your ear, squeezing and pinching your tits in his huge palms.

and while you was distracted by another deep wet kiss with Jinrang, your drunk brains didn’t even notice how Baek had stood up and disappeared behind his boss back, returned to his place between your legs, and now was holding a black silk bag in his hands. opening your legs wide once again, Baek caught the moment when you and Jinrang broke a kiss, and reached his hand to your face, forcing two thin fingers slide into your mouth, making you to suck them desperately.

loud, slurping and gasping sounds filled the room with renewed vigor.

from black silky bag Baek pulled out elegant vibrator with the golden insert on the switch panel. you didn't have time to look down, when you felt a sharp impulse piercing your entire body. you didn't understand what was happening until your body began to thrash around in a small shudder, from the vacuum squeezing and unclenching your overstimulated clit. letting your loud impatient moans fill the office, Baek finally freed your mouth and two fingers slid with a squelching sound right into your gummy, swollen walls.

Jinrang kept purring softly into your ear with dirty words about how you were a naughty and bad girl, but you were too carried away, again and again, covered in waves of pleasure from Baek's fingers and that small gift that Jinrang left before he was taken to prison.

Jinrang wouldn't lie, he admired the look of his girlfriend and his main subordinate, but the selfish desire to reach his orgasm spoke louder in him. clutching the meat of your ass, he slightly lifted you up on his hips, guiding his cock into your tight, unoccupied hole.

too intoxicated and overexcited, you were drooling right on his shoulder, and Jinrang thought that your wide-open mouth wasn't working enough today… 

of course his dick was already covered im your mixed juices, but more wetness never hurt anyone, right? 

as if under hypnosis, he watched you suck on two of his fingers, saliva flowing directly onto his gold ring, making it shine even more in the dim warm light of his office. 

your half-closed eyelids, unfocused gaze, small tremblings and unintelligible, unrelated words only spurred him on more.

pulling his fingers out of your hot mouth, Jinrang ran them along the entire length of his dick, mixing and smearing your saliva and your juices, paying special attention to the pink and swollen head, teasing and stroking it harder.

pressing himself into your tight ass, animalistic growls let out of his throat as he let your hole slowly slide along his entire length. arching your back, and breaking into moans with pitiful cries, tears gushed from your eyes, as you moved your hips back and forth, desperately pursuing your last hot orgasm. your fingers fixated in Baek's head, as his fingers started to curl faster inside you, and you pulled him closer making him suck your breasts.

you tilted your head back, unfocused gaze directed at the ceiling as you hungrily searched for more friction, trying to cum. you've lost your voice a long time ago, and all that came out of your throat were hoarse moans and crying.

Jinrang's hands dug into your asscheeks, forcing you to move back and forth harder and faster, bringing you both closer and closer to orgasm.

your legs shaking, head spinning from overstimulation, warmth, hungry mouths and hands on your body. sensitive bundle of nerves was already too red and sore, brains is turned to mush by now, and you have only one thought in mind : cumcumcumcum

“mghhhhm... Jin...Baeeek, im cum-mming.. hmm.” it's what falls from your lips as your both holes tighten around them, making a white ring at the base of Jinrang's cock, and uncontrollably squirting on Baek fingers.

and it feels so delicious, it makes them both feel their dicks twitching — Jinrang's inside you, Baek's in his pants...

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convince me that this man isn’t pervert and sucker and simp for his boss

aaaAAGHHHH the end was kinda sharp and unclear but i just idkk how to fucking finish it in other wayyyy! i need more practice in writing smut....😔🫡

[guanana]

requiem of a frostbite teaser ❅ pjs x reader (18+)

genre: inspiration drawn from rise of the guardians’ jack frost— jack frost!jisung x reader, smut, heavy angst, f x m, heavy topics (please take note of warnings before proceeding)

word count: 1.7k+

tentative release date: end of april

summary: Winter spirit Jisung has been by your side for as long as you can remember, consoling you during your times of dire need. His presence was a double-edged sword, however. No matter how much joy he brought into your life, the closer you got to him, the farther you were pushed away by everyone else.

You try to outgrow him, but you’re the only one who believes in him. The only one who can see him. You fail to realize that he needs you just as much as you need him.

[This fanfic will contain certain elements and potentially triggering content that some may be uncomfortable with. Please read at your own discretion with your safety in mind, warnings found below.]

teaser warnings: dark content, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of bullying, portrayals and misdiagnosis of certain mental disorders (i.e schizophrenia), full warnings displayed upon posting finished product.

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Suffocating. 

The supposedly warm and welcoming walls serve as a cage rather than a place of healing. A trembling feeling at the bottom of your stomach expands across the entirety of your being. You feel everything, yet you’re numb at the same time. Fingers cold to the touch.

Before you, a woman is walking towards the empty loveseat that’s placed adjacent to yourself. She greets you kindly, soft questions of how you’re doing and if you’ve eaten. You’re not stupid though, you know she’s treating you no differently than a scared animal. Walking on eggshells in the instance you attack, grip on her clipboard tight and ankles crossed.

It’s hard not to sneer under your breath. You’d think that a psychotherapist that works for a juvenile rehabilitation facility would know how to hide their tells. You specifically told them, even sang in confidence that this wouldn’t work out. The woman is nervous, and you’re on edge. A recipe for disaster if there ever was one, but you guess it’s better to entertain their antics. To rub it in their faces when this shit show turns into a dumpster fire.

It’s just the two of you assessing the other. To you, it feels like a game of chess. Her first move is pivotal to how this could play out, but such warm eyes contradict her tight stature. Clearing her breath— she moves her first pawn. 

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Dr. Baek, but you can just call me Yijin, yeah?” She says. Outstretching a hand for you to shake. With some reluctance, you oblige, it’s smooth along the palm as it encapsulates yours. Giving her a tight lipped line while she musters up a genuine yet awkward smile. Despite your qualms, Dr. Baek is a professional. She’s somewhat confident that she’ll be able to get you to warm up. 

It’s all she can do. To remain positive and hope for the best outcome.

Clearing her throat, she takes in the scene in front of her. Analyzing everything about you from the moment your mother called in about your case. Keeping up with the local news every time another article comes out. You weren’t her first client with an experience like this, but something had struck you as different. Even now, you couldn’t look at her directly, lost in your own world with someone else. 

You live in a glass house with one sided mirrors— you can’t see anything outside of your walls, but Dr. Baek can most definitely look in.

Dr. Baek was nowhere near spiritual, much less superstitious. Yet she saw something in you that nobody else was getting, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Was that dark considering her line of work? Maybe, but ethics meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. You can’t control what you can’t understand. In order to help you she has to take every detail and mark it like a map, traversing it from beginning to end. 

She starts with the first page. A run down of basic information: height, weight, any medications, GPA, the like. Seventeen years old? It’s put into perspective that you are much too young to be going through what you are. Grimacing at the summarized transcript of what your mother had described to her secretary:

[After being on the receiving end of such harsh bullying, she had finally snapped and attempted to drown her schoolmate down a river as retaliation. Evidence of blunt force trauma to the back of the other child’s head. 

Allegedly able to overpower and injure at least three policemen despite her youth and build. When being detained by authorities, she had called for help amidst her struggling. Someone named ‘Jisung.’ Her mother believes that it's a response to an event from her early childhood. Claims of having this imaginary friend since she was a toddler. Never posed as a concern until the day of the attempted drowning.]

Fucking hell.

Upon looking back at you, she’s shocked to see that you’re already staring right through her. She clutches the clipboard to her chest, not exactly fond of the way your bitten fingernails scrape against the leather of the lounge chair. She understands that you’re skeptical, and she has to serve as a beacon of hope to lead you to a better chance at life.

When she looks at you even more closely, she understands. You’re cowering in fear, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as they pointed and cursed. Sympathy watching at her heartstrings at how empty you are. You’re just a child. You were scared and alone, thrown into a situation that you had no control over.

The question was— who was he in all of this?

Dr. Baek braces herself for the best, she will get to the bottom of this. 

“Let’s get started, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” You nod haphazardly, hands folded neatly into each other after realizing you had scratched rips into the couch. 

“I’m sure you’re more than aware why you’re here,” Dr. Baek affirms. “So I think it’s best if we avoid the nitty gritty and address the most apparent problem.”

Another nod. 

“Jisung.”

Upon radio silence, she tries to press further. “Who is he?”

Though you had anticipated it from miles away, the question still triggers you. That same shot of fear that instantaneously shoots straight up your spine, rendering you frozen in your seat. Flashbacks of the events that had taken place before you had ended up in this hell hole. It comes in like a truck, visions of him in lieu of Dr. Baek who is right in front of you.

There was screaming. There weren’t threats, but promises of harm. Christ, there was fucking blood.

It becomes too much all too quickly, that panging pain that hits the back of your head. Flinching forward in anguish as the dormant memories become turbulent. 

And then you see it— the red that blooms amongst the white.

“It wasn’t his fault!” You screech, bringing your hands to your head, gripping at your hair as your breathing becomes erratic. Visions of white hair fading in and out like a broken record. Eyes as lifeless as a corpse as he stares out at the results of his sins. “He didn’t mean to do it, I swear. He just, he–”

When you start to hyperventilate, Dr. Baek rushes over to you. Sliding down to her knees in front of you as a soothing hand comes to run up and down your back, small shushes and instructions on how to regulate your breathing. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here,” She hushedly assures you, and it’s the very first time you’ve received such kindness since the incident. You realize that she might actually just be here with you, rather than against you. “We’ll take all the time you need until you’re comfortable.”

Breathing in and out, the constriction in your chest slowly alleviates. Closing your eyes to bat away the prickling droplets that form at the corners. Whether Dr. Baek was really as much of a miracle worker as the staff had claimed, you choose to take a chance on her. While one of the counselors had told you that recovery wasn’t a linear path, you wouldn’t get anywhere if you didn’t take the first step.

You needed to get better. Not just for yourself, but for him. If it meant carrying the burden for the both of you, you were willing to make the sacrifice.

A few more breaths, you hone in on Dr. Baek’s warm aura. Eyebrows creasing into your forehead after being deprived of such affection for almost months. It was overwhelming, but you welcomed it. Unclutching your hands from your hair you exchange looks with her again. Despite being scared, you reach an unspoken understanding.

“I’m ready, I think,” You breathe out, accepting a water bottle that Dr. Baek handed to you from her mini fridge. Weak fingers struggling so hard but conquering the small feat of cracking the plastic open. With a hearty sip you feel yourself starting to relax. Breathe in… two, three… out.

“Would it help if you started from the beginning?” Dr. Baek inquires.

Thinking about it thoroughly, you conclude that it would be the easiest way to start. “Yes,” You answer. 

“Okay then,” She starts. “So, when did it first start?”

Focusing in on the thumb that slides over the top of your hand, you think all the way back. When things were still okay. Eyelashes flutter down and rest at the top of your cheeks. With some concentration, you can bring yourself back to where it all began. “I think,” You mumble, struggling to find the words. “I first met him when I was a kid. I was… four? No, five.”

Dr. Baek hums, pleased with the baby steps you’re making. “Go on, love. It’s okay. We’ll take all the time you need.”

A few more seconds of immersion, and you’re there. 

You open your eyes, and it's like you've never left. You see him standing there alone, white hair and blue eyes lost in his melancholy. Perhaps his solitude is what drew you to him, finding common ground in a world that you both found so cruel. 

It was always him— it was always Jisung.

teaser end

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author's note: admittedly, there are many heavy topics in this fic that i am new to writing about. while this will be a hurt/comfort story with many twists, i want to make it clear that this will always be a work of fiction.

there will be parts that will make certain readers uncomfortable, and i will make sure to heavily tag all warnings. however, said topics will not be romanticized nor idolized.

for those that are comfortable with reading and are interested, my tag list is open and it would mean the absolute world if you'd like to join. thank you <3

[tobesensation-9]

hello 💗 let’s push through exams together! whenever you’re free, I have a request!

how about sf9 waking you up in the middle of the night just because they’re needy?

Oooooo yess! I haven’t written smut related works in a while so I’m glad this was sent 🥰.

*Edit* Here is the work finally. I hope you enjoy.

SF9: Needy at Night

The boys wake you up in the middle of the night due to waking up from a wet dream of you.

Genre: Fluff, Mentions of Smut (Alludes to sexual themes but no explicit acts of sex.)

Young Bin

Youngbin lays in bed, eyes wide, looking up at the ceiling. Heat rushes from his abdomen rapidly up to his face. When he felt the burning on his cheeks, he threw his hands up to cover it. Whenever he'd have wet dreams of you while lying right beside you, he always felt embarrassed and ashamed.

He felt guilty, indecent, disgusting even. The feeling wasn't bad when you weren't around. He ravaged being in it in your absence. But that changed when you would lay asleep beside him. He looks over to you when he hears you stirring in your sleep.

He slowly reached his hand out to your shoulder, but you turned around before he could touch you.

"Can't sleep?" You smile at him with your sheepish eyes. You outstretched your hand to caress his arm. He looked bewildered.

"Baby.." is all he says before you felt his lips on yours, his passion igniting a passion within you.

Kim In Seong

"Wow," he whispered to himself in disbelief. He looks down at his member protruding through his pants like a sore thumb. "Why...?"

"Honey, what are you talking about? Are you just talking to yourself?"

"What's wrong?"

"I-I'm just really cold. I thought you were deep in sleep. You just surprised me."

"Oh, um okay then," you turn around and try to lay back down but you forgot that he kidnapped all the covers. "Can I get some cover?"

"Ahh, I'll just lay with you." He lays down cuddled and pressed against your back.

"Ah...I see what the problem was," you giggle to yourself. You raise your arm to pat his head, to comfort him.

"Just pretend you don't feel it."

"I can't. I feel like I have to do something about it now."

“I mean…if you want to…I wouldn’t hate that…”

You lightly smack his head as you giggle and turn around.

Lee Jae Yoon

“Baby.”

You turn over to the man lying next to you. You turn to look for his face, looking right back at you intently. At the eye contact, he'd look at you, look down at himself, and back at you. As if insinuating that you knew what he wanted.

His mouth is slightly agape as he anticipates your reaction.

You look at him in shock and smack his arm before turning back over and grabbing the covers to lay back down.

“Babbbyyyy c’mon help me ouuuttt.”

“Nooo!”

All of his confidence flies out the window as he cuddles you and tries to get you to change your mind.

"Go to sleep nasty."

Lee Dawon (Sang Hyuk)

You are half asleep when you feel a tugging at your t-shirt sleeve.

One tug. A beat. Another tug. Another moment. Then two quick tugs. You giggle to yourself.

“What?”

“Oh. I was gonna stop after that if you hadn't woken up fully.”

“What. What do you want? I’m tired,” you laugh out in annoyance.

“Ahh, I..” he starts to do that cute smile he does and look towards his crotch area with a forced smile.

“Hyuk….,” you try not to laugh, because you don’t want him to feel bad.

He'd continue to laugh nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"I guess we can stay up a little late tonight and have some fun."

Baek Zuho (Ju Ho)

The two of you like to sleep snuggled up against each other. One night you were dozing while you watched a movie together. You had shifted your position and for some reason, this one small move, and you staying right there made him weak. He had already dozed off. So when you moved, that is what woke him up. He peaked over you, seeing that your eyes were closed. By the slowing of your breathing, he knew that you were asleep.

"Ah..." is all he could muster. He wanted to shift away from you, but he also didn't want to wake you.

"Jagi...why would you do this to me?" he'd sigh in defeat at his body always under your spell even when you weren't awake.

Kim Rowoon (Seok Woo)

Half asleep you’d feel his body pressing against you suddenly. Immediately followed by his body in yours, you’d also feel a sudden warmth engulf you under the sheets and your stomach would do somersaults.

“Seokwoo…”

“Hmmm?”

You thought he was awake but by his response, it didn’t seem like it.

“Are you sleeping?” You try to turn around and face him, but he squeezes you tighter to prevent you from moving.

“Don’t move,” he’d say as you felt him hold you tighter. Then sudden warmth you felt earlier would be none other than him getting excited for you in his sleep.

The more you felt it, the more his breathing started to become more vocal, breathy moans filling your ears.

Yoo Tae Yang

He was wondering by some miracle, did you know what he was thinking about? Did you know how he was feeling? He fought himself on the thought of turning you around and waking you up to do the lewd things he imagined in his dreams.

But you looked so peaceful. So at ease. He'd feel like he was being inconsiderate if he woke you up. Instead, he just thought if he cuddled up against you more, it would be more of a win-win. He could still feel you at least but wouldn't wake you up. But not long after he'd notice you waking up but rubbing up against him in return.

He'd turn you around to see you stirring but your eyes would open slowly following.

Now he’d be happy that you did wake up and caught him looking the way he was. He meets your face with his, reaching a hand to caress your face before your lips touch.

Kim Hwiyoung (Young Kyun)

"Babe."

You hear his deep voice tickle your ear and neck. He caresses your arm, and softly kisses your neck and cheek as he coaxes you awake.

"Mmmm."

"Wake up.”

“Hmm?”

He gently turns you over to face him. You furrow your face in confusion.

“What?”

You didn’t mean for the question to come out the way it did, laced with annoyance. But you weren’t expecting to wake out of your great sleep.

His face turns cold, eyes wide. “Sorry I was just…I suddenly got in the mood.”

He lowers his head and starts to run his hair through his hair out of embarrassment.

“Ohhh. Ah." Both of you sit there in embarrassment. But you give him a kiss on the cheek to comfort him. "So is that a yes?"

You smile a little before he holds you in his arms and lays you back down on the bed.

Kang Chani (Chan Hee)

Despite what you may have thought about him, he wouldn’t be too embarrassed beyond compare. He was good at acting confident but deep down he’d be dying, cringing inside.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night from a wet dream, he wouldn’t know what to do.

He’d shift the way he sat on the bed to try to make it go away. He’d also try to think of work or something far-fetched to make it go away.

You’d wake up to footsteps as you turn around and see Chanhee pacing in the bedroom.

“Chanhee-ah.”

He’d freeze in his tracks, eyes protruding out his head.

“I’m fine just thinking about something. You don’t have to worry about it,” he forced a chuckle.

“Are you sure?” You look in the position of his crotch and he dies on the spot.

“I-“

“Don’t worry about it. Come here.”

[breakyeol]

touch it (sensual oils)

one shot

┗ pairing : baekhyun x reader

words: 4k

warnings: smut, sensual massage, byun-booty, hand job, light overstimulation 

a/n; because baekhyun deserves it

Baekhyun had a bad day.

That much was glaringly obvious from the very moment he stepped through the door, looking about ready to crawl beneath your bedsheets and never come out. He collapsed into your arms with a pathetic whine the moment you rose from where you were situated on the couch, the full weight of his body thrown against your chest. You grunted at the unexpected impact, quickly wrapping your arms around his slim waist when you felt his knees beginning to give out.

“Baek!” You yelped, struggling feebly to support the both of you. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m too tired to stand,” he cried out dramatically, voice muffled against your shoulder, “my body feels like it’s turning into mush.”

You clicked your tongue at his familiar dramatics, a fond smile flitting across your lips in spite of yourself. “Oh my poor baby~” you cooed playfully, petting the top of his head, “they worked you into the ground?”

A heavy pout tugged at the corners of his lips, big droopy eyes swinging up to meet yours as he bobbed his head. “I’m already sore. I’m not gonna be able to move tomorrow.” He complained noisily, hands curling into tight fists around the material of your sweatshirt.

This close, you could easily make out the lingering scent of sweat clinging to his skin, and you didn’t doubt for a second he worked until he was drenched in it. There was a flash, an image that passed before your eyes, of Baekhyun, sweat rolling down the smooth slope of his chin, dripping from the fringes of his bangs, glistening enticingly above his brow, his mouth pink and open, gasping. It vanished just as quickly as it had come, and your attention was drawn back to the whining mess of a man squirming against your chest.

“Go shower,” you suggested, not trusting your voice above a careful whisper, “then come to bed, okay?”

“I don’t want to. Just hold me.”

You snickered, combing your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck, feeling the way his body melted into the tender caress. “I will gladly hold you for the rest of the night… after you take a shower.”

He only offered an unintelligible grunt in response, showing no signs of detaching himself from your body, his hold around you tightening in a display of stubborn resistance. There was little doubt in your mind that he’d keep this up for as long as your patience allowed – which, given how soft you were for the man, was a fairly long time –, but you knew you’d both be better off once he felt clean and refreshed, cleansed of the day’s many hardships.

“You’ll feel a lot better afterwards.”

A groan this time.

“I’ll make you feel a lot better afterwards.”

At that reparation, his head snapped up, eyes wide and, despite the exhaustion, glinting with a hint of excitement. His spine straightened, grip around you loosening somewhat as strength seemed to return to his muscles. “Really?” He whispered, pink tongue slipping out from between petal lips. So easy. You could’ve scoffed, but thought better of yourself, settling for a suggestive cock of your head that could be interpreted in a number of ways.

“Go shower,” you hummed, pinching his chin between your thumb and index finger and guiding his face down towards yours, “then… we’ll see.”

He let out a huff of breath, eyes going hooded as they flickered down to trace the smug curve of lips. “You’re mean.”

You laughed lightly, planting a kiss that was far too short for Baekhyun’s liking to his pouted mouth before skillfully untangling yourself from his arms. “We’ll see just how mean I can be once you come to bed.” You called teasingly over your shoulder, grinning in wild amusement at the low curse that followed.

It wasn’t too long after you’d made your way into the bedroom that you heard the soft hiss of the shower. You waited until you heard the low groan that told you that your boyfriend had finally stepped beneath the hot spray to permeate through the separating wall before you jumped into action.

This wasn’t the first time Baekhyun had come home looking ready to collapse and you doubted it would be the last. There wasn’t much you could do about him having to go to work. No matter what you said or how many times you told him he should give himself a chance to rest and recover, he would always put his everything into his work, because that was just the kind of man he was. He was all passion and fire and unrelenting persistence even when he felt like he might die. It was a quality that sparked both admiration and fear inside of you.

There was a certain helplessness that came with being the person he came home to after a long day of work, body and mind teetering dangerously on the brink of exhaustion. There wasn’t much you could do to ease his stress, as he wasn’t the type to verbally unload or express his unease to its full extent. Sure, he was dramatic, but only in a playful sense. That was his way of downplaying and covering up his true feelings, to both you and himself.

But, there were still other ways you could help. And, with some brainstorming and a bit of research, you’d come up with the perfect plan to help ease some of Baekhyun’s tension. Though, you had to scramble a bit to set the scene, you knew it would be fully worth it to see the look on his face.

It was just as you’d lit the final candle, completing the final touches, that you heard the shower shut off. Perfect timing. You quickly situated yourself on the edge of the bed, the cool air caressing your scantily clad body, rousing goosebumps across your skin.

But, the chills tickling your spine were little more than a second thought as Baekhyun stepped into the room donning nothing more than a towel that hung dangerously low on his full hips. He paused just inside the doorway, his brows shooting upwards as he took in the state of your shared bedroom. Wide eyes danced over the flickering candles laid out strategically across the hardwood floor to encircle the bed, swept over the scattered rose petals, before finally landing on you.

You, wearing a deep crimson lingerie set, a sheer silk robe, and nothing more.

His bare chest, still glistening with water droplets, rose sharply as his breath hitched. A low curse tumbled from his lips, almost too faint to hear over the seductive instrumentals pulsing from the speakers.

A satisfied smirk broke across your face at his reaction, pleased with yourself for having successfully caught him off guard.

“Surprise,” you sang, voice low and silken.

For a moment, he didn’t move, his own amazement rooting him in place as he visually inhaled the sight of you. Your skin was hot beneath the intensity of his gaze, blazing as it trailed torturously slow up the length of your body, not daring to miss a single detail.

A faint buzz of nerves fizzled in your gut.

You’d never done anything like this before. Presented yourself in such a way to him, that is. All wrapped up in silk and lace of only the most sensual nature, bathed in smooth orange candlelight that tickled your ankles and crept up the smooth length of your lower legs. This was something new for the both of you, something unexplored. But it also wasn’t everything you had in store.

When he moved, it was with the utmost cautiousness, as if stepping too quickly or too harshly might disturb the beautiful illusion spread before him. But still, he moved, unable to resist the temptation.

Without speaking, his hands found your face, curving around the shape of your jaw and winding around the back of your neck. They were cold against your skin, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that rippled down your spine as he leaned over you. You let out a soft hum at his touch, head rolling back under his gentle coaxing.

Not a beat passed before his mouth found yours, eager and impatient. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, easily finding the smooth slope of his naked waist and tugging him closer. He moaned somewhere low in his throat, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of your lip. You allowed as much, indulging the hungry press of his mouth, the careful nips of his teeth — until he tried to lay you down.

Your palms met the swells of his chest, and he pulled away, breathless and confused. “What is it?” He asked hoarsely, licking over his swollen lips. You’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said he didn’t look irresistible in that moment, wet hair hanging messily over his brows, dark, hooded eyes, all haze and lust as they stared down at you heatedly, full cheeks blushing a feverish shade of red. But you had plans for tonight, plans you didn’t intend to discard for the sake of sexual pleasure.

“I’m not fucking you.”

He gasped, disbelief coloring his features. “What? Why not?”

“Because,” you grinned, settling your hands on his hips, “I’m going to give you a massage.”

“A massa— ah!” his words cut off abruptly with a high pitched yelp as you suddenly spun him around, all but throwing him down onto the petal covered mattress. He could only stare at you in shock as you crawled over his nearly naked body, mouth curved into a playful smile.

“A massage.” You confirmed, sounding rather proud. But, he still looked less than amused, so you elaborated. “You’ve been working so hard these past few weeks, and I know you’ve been stressed and your body is exhausted. A massage will help release some of that tension.”

“You know what else releases tension?” He asked, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. You cocked a brow, feeling the light press of his fingertips as they feathered over your thighs, taking an obvious path upwards. Desire and mischief swirled in his eyes, voice low and thick as the words dripped slowly from his dangerous tongue, “Hot… passionate… s—”

You snatched his hands from your skin before they could reach their destination, pinning them to the mattress on either side of his head. “Shut up and roll over.”

He huffed, pouting up at you scornfully but obeyed nonetheless, rolling onto his stomach. “Do you even know how to give a massage?” He snipped as you settled yourself on the back of his towel clad thighs.

“I’ve done my research.” You offered lightly, sparing a moment to admire the lithe, sinewy build of his shoulders and back before you moved, reaching for the tall bottle you’d situated on the nightstand earlier. He followed your movements from the corner of his eye, curiosity breaking through the petulant facade.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit cruel?”

“Perhaps,” you teased, pouring the translucent golden liquid into your palm, “but you’ll enjoy this, I promise. Just… relax.”

A defeated sigh escaped his chest, his body deflating beneath you. “Fine. But, this better feel better than sex or I swear to god I will—” he jolted with a soft gasp as you suddenly pressed the heels of your oil lathered palms into the area just between his shoulder blades and pushed outwards, “sue.”

You smirked smugly to yourself at the breathlessness with which he completed his sentence, obviously not having expected the pressure to feel that amazing.

“Good?” You asked, voice tinged with arrogance.

“Uh-huh,” he admitted immediately, moaning throatily as you rolled your thumbs deeply against the base of his neck, “oh fuck that feels so good.”

You chuckled, skillfully working your fingers across the planes of his broad shoulders. He melted deeper into the mattress with every knot you deftly unwound, soft, relieved moans breaking from his open mouth. The smooth, lavender scented oil glistened captivatingly on his sun-kissed skin, the delicate aroma gently permeating through your bedroom. It was a lovely, soothing smell, subtle and unimposing. You spread it diligently across the smooth expanse of his upper back, before gradually beginning to work your way downwards.

His sounds of bliss lowered in pitch the lower your hands reached, dipping into silky tenor groans when your hands reached the delicate dip of his waist. But, as you moved to massage the area just above his hips, he suddenly jolted, spine arching, a strained curse rushing from between clenched teeth.

You couldn’t help the concern that sparked to life in your chest at his response. “Does it hurt?” You asked, easing up on the pressure but not removing your touch completely. Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded with a soft, hesitant hum, glancing back at you from over his shoulder. “What happened?”

He made a strange noise in the back of his throat. “I just… twisted it weirdly during practice, I guess.” He offered weakly, shivering as you poured a small puddle of oil in the small of his back.

“Did you take a break?”

His silence was all the answer you needed.

“Baek,” your tone turned scolding as you gently worked your fingers into the tight dip of his waist, “just because you can fight through the pain doesn’t mean that you should. You’re not doing your body any favors by pushing it this hard.”

“I know but I—“ he sighed heavily, pressing his face into the sheets, “I just… don’t want to disappoint anybody.”

Oh, your poor, sweet Baekhyun. Always trying to please everyone else even when it ends up hurting him.

Pausing in your movements, you leaned forwards, bracing your hands on his shoulders so that you could speak in his ear. “Nobody is disappointed in you, Baek. You work so hard everyday to be the best you can be, and it shows. Everyone knows that you put your everything into what you do. And everyone’s proud of you,” you pressed your lips against the curve of his throat, slowly working your way up to the curve of his jaw, “I’m proud of you.”

He glanced back at you through his eyelashes. “Really?”

The question is so soft, so uncertain, and you feel your heart clench painfully in your chest at the thought that this man truly doesn’t understand just how many people adore him for just being… him. “Of course.”

You didn’t miss the rising of his cheeks, though he tried to hide himself beneath his arm, suddenly shy. You bit back a grin of your own, pressing one final kiss to the shell of his ear before returning to your earlier position and resuming the massage. He felt a dozen times more relaxed beneath you, the previous tension occupying his muscles having magically dissipated.

Sometimes, all he really needed was a little reassurance.

The smile that settled across your lips was unwavering as you took to kneading at the supple flesh of his hips, just above the top of his towel. Somewhere in the back of your mind, there was a flicker of a thought. A mischievous, dangerous thought. A thought that had your attention lingering on where the towel was tucked and secured on his right hip. Glancing up at the back of his head, you allowed your fingers to trail discretely towards the damp, white fabric, toying with it lightly so that he wouldn’t notice — not even as it came undone.

It was only as you peeled it swiftly away from his body and Baekhyun felt the rush of cool air across his backside that he realized what had just occurred.

“H– Hey!” He yelped, swinging his head around fast enough to give himself whiplash, eyes wide with disbelief.

“This is a full body massage, Baek. It’s not a full body massage unless it’s full body.”

“My butt does not need massaging.”

You grinned, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you cocked a challenging brow. “I beg to differ.”

“Pervert.” He hissed.

You gasped, splaying a hand across your chest. “Who told you?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your antics, but put up little resistance as you nudged his hands away from his butt. The tips of his ears and the back of his neck turned a dark, lovely shade of pink, and he quickly buried his face in his arms. Taking that as his nonverbal cue to continue, you poured yourself some more of the lavender scented oil, overturning your palm to let it drizzle onto his cheeks. He flinched slightly, the sensation catching him off guard.

So cute. You bit into the inside of your cheek to keep from cooing at him, opting to set your hands upon the gentle curve of his ass and knead your fingers into the soft, toned flesh. Baekhyun stifled a moan in the crook of his elbow, eyes fluttering as his body responded to the soothing touch.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, tone teasing.

“Shut up.”

You snickered, massaging deep circles into the muscles of his upper thigh. He groaned deeply, fingers curling into the sheets. “Right there, right there— fuck, right there. It’s so sore.”

Heat flickered faintly in the pit of your stomach at the low rasping of his voice, grunted roughly through clenched teeth. Geez, why’d he have to sound so damn sexy…

Brushing off the thought as best you could, you forced yourself to focus on massaging the tension from his hamstrings. But each brush of your fingers over the insides of his thighs, intentional or otherwise, coaxed a round of violent shivers and breathless moans from your very much nude and very much oil covered boyfriend. You swallowed a mouthful of saliva, jaw clenching as you squeezed your hands around the backs of his lower thighs.

The sounds he was making weren’t helping your… situation in the least.

“How are you so good at this?” He asked, somewhat airily as your hands glided upwards, to just below the curve of his ass before returning to the crook of his knee. The question snapped you out of whatever trance you’d put yourself in watching the way his slick, honeyed skin dipped and curved deliciously beneath the pressure of your touch.

“Re- research. Lots of research.” You cleared your throat, shifting downwards on the mattress to set to work on his calves.

“You’re hands are fucking magic.”

Warmth slipped into your cheeks at the praise, your heart picking up speed within your chest. He was making it difficult for you to focus.

“I told you you’d like it.” You hummed playfully, beginning the slow ascent back up the length of his naked body.

“You were right,” he conceded easily, sighing in bliss as your hands slid over the small of his back, “I love it. Feels so fucking good, you have no idea.”

A content (and perhaps a bit smug) smile settled across your face. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. All you wanted was to make Baekhyun feel even just a little bit better after what you knew had to be a long, hard day— and you goddamn succeeded.

“Baek,” you murmured, and he gasped softly, not expecting your lips to be right next to his ear. He let out an unsteady hum, blinking hard twice when he felt your lace covered chest press against his back, “roll over for me?”

Swallowing thickly, he nodded. You lifted yourself off of him to give him just enough room to turn onto his back beneath you. All at once you were nose to nose, soft puffs of breath caressing your mouth. He was looking up at you with those eyes again, those hooded, wanting eyes, his hands clenching at the sheets somewhere down by his sides. You could see the dark flush on his cheeks, the desperation slowly seeping into his expression.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” The question was quiet, barely a whisper on his delicate pink lips. But the fire it ignited inside of you was anything but— loud, violent, and devastating, ripping your so well kept self control to shreds in a matter of moments.

“Yeah,” you whispered, sliding a slick hand down his toned stomach, “but I’m going to touch it first.”

He barely had time to react before your hand was around his cock. He gasped, back arching, forcing his chest flush against yours. Surprise flickered across your face upon feeling him already fully hard and throbbing against your palm. “Oh?”

“What?” He huffed out breathlessly, swinging the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, “did you expect me not to get hard while my sexy girlfriend wearing sexy lingerie rubs every inch of my body with oil?”

Pausing, you squinted down at him. “It was the butt massage, wasn’t it?”

He glared, and you grinned.

But any annoyance was wiped clean off his face as you squeezed your fingers around him, stroking his dick at a slow, borderline torturous pace. The remaining oil on your hand combined with his precum provided the perfect lubrication, the slide smooth and wet, the lewd sound of it making you clench around nothing. Baekhyun’s head rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. But, not for a moment did his gaze break from yours. You bit your lip harshly, a violent heat licking at your veins, the sheer intensity of his dark stare making your head feel dizzy.

“You look… so hot right now.” You hadn’t intended to say the words out loud, but you also couldn’t find it in yourself to feel even the least bit ashamed.

The corner of his mouth curled into a sultry smirk, an airy chuckle rumbling somewhere low in his chest.

“Yeah?” You nodded. “Then kiss me.”

You did so without hesitation.

Baekhyun let out a heady groan, hands surging up from between your bodies to cradle your jaw as your lips worked against his with a hunger you hadn’t realized you possessed. It was uncoordinated and messy, all lashing tongue and vicious teeth, biting and sucking and licking until you were certain your that lips were raw. You were dizzy and intoxicated by the taste of him, and he wasn’t in much of a better state. With his cock in your hand and your tongue in his mouth, it didn’t seem like he’d last much longer.

Beneath you, Baekhyun’s hips bucked and rolled, frenzied and desperate. Your hand stilled around him, allowing him the luxury of control as he fucked himself violently into your closed fist. Each moan that tumbled from his mouth into yours was louder than the last, and you relished in the unabashed displays of pleasure, taking an immense amount of pride in knowing that you were the cause of it.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped the warning, his nails biting harshly into your shoulder, “fuck— fuck, wait— I’m g-gonna come.”

“Baek,” you panted, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss, “come for me. Please.”

His back arched, the furnace of his body overwhelmed but still trying feebly to fight back his oncoming high. Baekhyun didn’t like coming first. He’d always had the tendency of putting your pleasure above his own, making sure you came at least once (if not multiple times) before him. But tonight wasn’t about you. Tonight was about him. And you were going to make sure he knew it.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking a dark bruise into his skin while simultaneously rolling your thumb over his sensitive tip in a way that had him trembling pathetically beneath you.

“Oh god— oh fuck— y/n—!” He came with a hoarse cry of your name, hips bucking, muscles tensing, skin shivering. You felt his hot release spilling over your knuckles, slipping between your fingers. He whimpered and squirmed as the overstimulation kicked in, but you didn’t stop stroking him until he started begging. “I can’t, I can’t— baby, please—” his chest heaved and his eyes went glassy, the dangerous cocktail of pleasure and pain making his head feel dizzy.

Looking down at him, so wrecked and fucked out, with those flushed cheeks and heavy eyes, you felt your heart flutter at the same time arousal coiled in your gut. He was just too damn pretty for his own good.

You relented, gently releasing his spent dick from your hold. He let out a shaky breath before tugging you into another mind numbing kiss. You moaned softly against his lips, feeling one of his hands coil around the back of your neck while the other explored the expanse of your back. It didn’t take long before they discovered the clasp of your bra, deftly unclasping it. Distracted by the skillful flicks of his tongue, you didn’t realize what he’d done until you felt the lacy fabric slip down your arms.

A giggle bubbled in your throat, and you whispered against his mouth, “naughty boy.”

His lips curled, and then all at once you found yourself sprawled on your back. “Naughty girl,” Baekhyun retaliated in a low, playful growl, pinning your hands to the mattress on either side of your head, “making me cum even after I told you to wait...”

His head dipped and you gasped softly as he nipped at the sensitive part of your throat, one hand sliding down to grip at your naked breast. You bit your lip to suppress a whimper as he circled your nipple with a rough thumb.

“Guess I’ll just have to pay you back for it…”

You weren’t about to object to that.

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Touch it for Real, Part 1

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4, FINAL 10.5

New year, new you. 2021 would be your year; you could just feel it.

A brand new song played out of the fancy new headphones that you got as a belated Christmas gift from your long distance best friend and it’s upbeat tempo lifted up your chin with each happy note as you typed quickly and without a single typo into the Experience field of the job application on your screen. You were sick of data entry. You were sick of working from home. You longed for a place to go to every day. You longed for new faces to see and for new people to talk to. You had this idea in your head that offices were somehow peaceful and quiet.

The song played on, reaching the chorus and you nodded your head along to the beat. Catching on to the words easily as they repeated, you sang along.

“...otherfucker! God.Damn.Cocksu…”

[excellent communication skills, verbally and written] your fingers flew into the space. You embellished and you painted the picture of you as prettily as you could. Yes, you could read. Yes, you could write too. By golly, you could talk just fine; expertly even. Yes, you could tune out your roommate’s blood curdling, top of his damn lungs, exhaustively repetitive cursing and you wouldn't even pound on the shared wall this time. You wouldn't even send him an instant message on the second monitor he gave you when he upgraded his screen to one that wrapped around his entire corner desk.

The song had reached a climax and the volume dropped as the singer sang a sustained high note. It was very impressive. You’d reached the special skills section of the application now. How many of these had you done today? You listed your very special skills or order of pertinence to the job you were applying for and hit the save & continue button at the bottom of the screen.

“Hey, where the fuck are you? I said left, you dumbass motherfucker. LEFT! Ohh you stupid fuck — YOUR OTHER LEFT! I bet your mom tried to throw you away when she first saw how stupid you were — what the fuck was that?!”

The chorus returned and you turned the volume up one more notch, and pivoted your torso so your second monitor was in view. In the toolbar of that screen sat a single window. It had only his name on it. Your cursor hovered over it.

New you. New you. You turned back to the screen with your application.

“Ahhhhhhh. GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Your song finished and another one started. This next song was not new. This song was one you’d heard countless times before. It was much too slow in tempo and much too lyrically sensitive to drown out the noise coming from the other room. It sounded like he lost his game with the long sustained screaming that usually meant he didn't get whatever loot he had been trying to win. Maybe even lost everything in his pockets while he was at it.

“Now I don't even want to play anymore!”

There were a few blessed minutes when your mind drifted back to the song playing in your ears. It was one of your favorites. The lyrics were soft and hit deep within your chest and you closed your eyes right when you clicked submit on the application. Bracing a moment for the shift to happen on your screen. The moment of no-take-backs. You peeled an eye open and the word “Success!” displayed boldly at the top with a message thanking you for applying to join their team. You wondered if any real person would even take a glance at your resume.

Your mouse hand moved to click on the next tab; another job opening you’d saved; one of many when an abrupt, terrifying, nausea inducing sensation grabbed a hold of your body and hurled your entire frame away from your desk — hurling backward toward the floor behind you. You’d crack your skull. You’d break your neck. Your headphones shifted and fell off onto your shoulders and your arms instinctively jolted outward to stop this, to brace yourself. It was useless, there was nothing to grab hold of. The panic was swift to set in and a high pitched loud scream filled the air behind you as you fell. You fell, it happened so fast but the earth beneath you gave way and you were most certainly falling into a vast sinkhole, you were doomed — only you weren’t. You braced for it and closed your eyes tight and the feeling of falling pulled at your insides but as quickly as it began it stopped.

The scream, the faked irritating noise quickly turned into high pitched over-the-top manic laughter behind you and you were indelicately plopped forward again in your chair — your feet fell flat on the ground and your breathing ragged and heavy. An immediate deep annoyance filled your mind and you closed your eyes up, forcing your lungs to inflate as deeply and as slowly as they could. Slow and deep. Just breathe calmly and completely. You counted down from ten inside your head. Forcing your temper to calm down as the exaggerated laughter continued behind you.

He’d flung himself onto your bed and rolled around as he laughed. You could hear the HA HA HAs and HE HE HEs moving around and a tense glance behind you told you that you would have to re-make your bed once he left, for he had rolled himself up in your comforter and taken it with him as he laughed and laughed about his oh-so-funny and surprising prank he’d played on you just now. It was only the 50th time he’d done it too. The unoriginal bastard.

“It never gets old. You fall for it every time,” he laughed from somewhere within your rolled up blanket.

And he wasn't even right. You didn't “fall” for it every time. You knew you weren't going to actually fall. Deep down inside you actually knew it was him. Maybe your body panicked at the time, but your mind; your mind, it knew.

He was just a stupid idiot who found pleasure in stupid things like pulling on the backs of peoples’ chairs when they were filling out job applications, or pulling the hood of your jacket up over your whole head you were focused on work spreadsheets, or tapping on your shoulder to get you to look the wrong way as he walked by during your mind numbing data entry sessions that you had to finish to reach certain goals by a certain time, or reaching a hand in the door to turn off your light when you were having a zoom meeting with your supervisor for a disciplinary review disguised as a ‘performance training focusing on targeted areas of improvement.’ (Basically — The Company wanted their people to act more like machines. But they also couldn’t come right out and say that because of “lawyer reasons” so they wanted their people to act like people-like machines. You had been acting too people-like for The Company and needed to turn that down a little bit. Better numbers, less bathroom breaks was the takeaway.)

New year. New you.

You willed your eyelids to close and you pulled more air deep into your lungs. You would not engage. He was a child and if you gave him the attention he was after things would only get ten times worse. You would not get mad. You would not throw your mouse at his head. You would not body slam him or throw his shoes out the window. New you.

When you opened your eyes his giggles had quieted down; not receiving the reaction he had wanted from you he quickly lost interest. He had unrolled himself and was now scrolling through something on his phone and typing out as he mouthed words quietly to himself.

You turned back to the screen that had been open and noticed that you had opened your work spreadsheet during the scramble to catch yourself from falling. Only something about the hours and hours of work you had put in today looked sketchy.

You moved your mouse and hit a few keys and the program did not respond. It was cloud based and sometimes, every now and then, things would freeze up and luckily you had a habit of saving frequently just in case things went wrong.

You couldn’t quite remember if you had saved this time.

“Hey Baekhyun, my screen is frozen,” you said quietly, moving your mouse again, too scared to reload the whole page for fear that hours of your hard work would be lost if you did.

He didn't respond, instead was still furiously typing on his phone.

“Baek,” you raised your voice toward him and his eyes glanced in your direction once before returning to the small device in his hand.

“Uhh...just hit F5,” he mumbled absentmindedly and you turned to look back at your screen. Not quite trusting him entirely, but somehow wanting to nonetheless.

A few more clicks did nothing to bring your program back to life and you laid a finger over the key he told you would fix everything. What did F5 even do? Did it toggle the internet connection or something? That kinda neat trick seemed to be right up his alley. He always had the keyboard shortcuts to fix everything that was broken and without ideas of your own, you pressed down on the key.

“I mean, after you save, duh, of course,” Baekhyun said, lifting his head curiously to look at your screen, “obviously,” he added with a egotistical eye roll.

Your screen turned white. Your work, the whole damn day vanished and what stared back at you was a blank form.

His head was still lifted looking at your computer screen, his phone in his hand still illuminated with a chat window involving him and someone with a screen name that contained at least three Xs in the word ‘vixen’ and it wasn’t the flash of realization that rolled through his face as he looked at your screen and realized what had just happened that did it. It was the quick chuckle that came out of his chest and the infuriating way he just looked back at his phone and to read the single worded response that had just come in from Vixxxen18 that pushed you over the edge this time.

You lunged then. It was pure and blinding rage that pulsed through you and you hurled your entire body onto where he laid, half covered with your blanket on your bed in your room where he was absolutely at no point in time invited and you let out a half murderous shriek aimed to deafen him and a half Xena-style battle cry designed to kill audibly as you flew through the air.

“You! Asshole! That was my whole day’s work!” You led with your elbows and your knees and everything that had a point and then your fists were flying—hitting along his arms, hitting his back, hitting anywhere you could hit and from somewhere beneath where he had cowered himself below your covers you heard grunts of pained protest.

“OW!” He cried with each satisfying contact you made and you were pretty sure most of your punches went straight into the bed and didn't even come anywhere near him with as skinny as he was. He was wiggling and quite impossible to pin down under there. You couldn’t be sure where he started and where your pillows began. A quick run of your hands for his exact location came up uncertain when you felt what you were sure was the skinny muscle of his thigh and you gripped tightly and squeezed down as hard as you could.

You were rewarded with a muffled screech; muted by the cotton filing of your blanket, but quite blood curdling in nature. You’d gotten him. You shifted and squeezed again, even harder and the screams changed into something else, something much more panicked sounding and he was moving back and scrambling to escape. The movement was frantic and much more dramatic than you thought was necessary.

“Where are you touching? Where are you grabbing? You don't even know what you just did, oh my god — oh my god. I’m going to cry.”

You had no idea what he was being so dramatic about but another round of wild swings of your fists had him emerging from the covers to grab both of your wrists and he held on tight.

“I can fix it,” he shouted with wide eyes, sweat matted hair, and a beet red face. “Stop—just stop hitting me, stop grabbing my fucking dick with your whole-ass hand and let me fix it. Jesus-fucking-Christ!”

Your eyes widened to painful levels, but somehow his words made you instantly retract your hands and you backed up off the bed to escape these wild and unfounded accusations. There was no way. The feeling was all wrong. He would have been...softer there, wouldn't he have been? That had to just be his stupid skinny clenched thigh muscle, right? You felt like your hands were somehow contaminated just from the very idea of it and you pulled them up to your face to look at them. Did these hands look like they had just touched a completely off-limits dick? Is this what dick grabbing hands looked like?

“There is no way I touched you there.” Your denial was vehement, “I felt...it was your thigh. Maybe I got close, but there is no way. Baekhyun...wh-why was it stiff? Why did it feel like...clenched? Baekhyun—”

He lifted his hands to cover his face and you could see the red shade of his skin through his parted fingers. He was mumbling to himself.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” he repeated again and again and you took a few steps back and away from him, pulling your hands down behind your back to somehow keep them from ever touching him again even by accident.

“I can’t believe the first time an actual girl touches it ...and it’s you, trying to rip it off.” You couldn’t be sure, but you saw something glistening on temples underneath his slim fingers. You couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just sweat. He was very worked up and that blanket looked very hot.

“Baekhyun are you crying?” You tried your very best to keep all traces of mockery out of your voice. It wasn't because you felt bad. You didn’t. But there was no way you were at fault here. Not when he’d been responsible for you losing all of your work. He wasn't even supposed to be in here. Part of the agreement when you moved into this place was that he had his space and you had your space. Sure as you got to know him, got to know how damn annoying he was and what a slob he was, you found yourself going into his room more and more often to do things to save his stupid life and he came into your room whenever the hell he wanted to. Hell, he fell asleep on your bed for six hours yesterday afternoon and no amount of angry noisy typing could wake him up.

He sniffled in deep. You heard definite snot in his nose and he inhaled a raspy breath. He was crying. Real tears. The realization that you had perhaps gone too far brought your hands up and extended in his direction and you took a few steps to move closer to him, cautiously hovering your hands over his trembling form. He turned when he heard you coming, forming a tight ball with his body and you lifted a hand slowly to lightly touch his back. He didn't flinch when you made contact which you took as a good sign.

You tapped lightly twice. For comfort. To make the idiot come to his senses and get up to fix your computer like he promised he would.

“Baekhyun, are you crying because I accidentally touched your penis? Is it because it was ….you know?” The word — penis — it came out of your mouth as a half whisper, half laugh and you bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing outright. You couldn’t even property describe, out loud, the state of alert you had definitely felt in the tight grip of your hand. How dare he bring a boner into your bedroom. In your bed even — God dammit, you had your cutest stuffed animals in there with it. Everybody was getting a bath today.

Baekhyun shook on the bed, half laughing, half sobbing to himself.  

“I’m not crying,” he said through the obvious sounds of a grown man crying and you moved your hand over his back again to shush the man who refused to admit the truth of his emotions. Despite the upset, he still let out an occasional curious giggle to himself. You couldn’t be sure what exactly he found so damn funny about nearly having his dick permanently injured. You had been very mad and had been squeezing very hard. You were out to injure. He’s lucky it wasn't broken.

“Baekhyun I’m sorry. But��.Peanut? Did you say you could fix my computer?” You switched then, to a softer voice and you heard the calming in his chest as his breathing evened out again. You knew it was a dirty trick to use the loving nickname you sometimes called him when you needed his help with something only he could do; like fix your computer and recover your whole day’s work so you didn't get fired; you were already on probation. One more screw up and you’d have to find another mind numbing job that sucked the life out of you. Of course you picked Peanut because the man kinda sorta looked like one. He had a big ol’ round head of fluffy hair, a tiny waist, and some of the curviest hips you had ever seen on a man. He was a peanut. It was a fact.

He pulled a deep chest filling breath into his chest. “Okay, Bug. I’ll fix it.” he said as the air escaped slowly in a long sigh. He also pulled out the big guns with the weirdly ill-fitting nickname he liked to call you by— although you were pretty sure he was using it ironically since between the two of you, if anyone was keeping score, he was clearly the creepier, crawlier, more insect-like one of the two. Still he wielded it with such an affectionate tone every time he used it that you had never once told him to stop.

When Baekhyun finally moved to get up, his motion uncovered his cell phone from within the covers of your bed and you saw it flash with a notification of another message received from Vixxxen18. You recalled earlier, her message was a short and succinct ‘no’ and you caught this next message right before he grabbed the phone and stuffed it away inside his pocket.

‘Fucking loser.’ The message said and you could feel your anger flaring up hot at the harsh judgement from this stranger on the internet. What the fuck did she know? Yes, he was annoying. Yes he was dumb. He was a damn idiot. A computer genius, yes, but a fucking moron in all other aspects of life but he was not a fucking loser. No way. And so what if he was? He was your fucking loser. You felt weirdly protective in that moment and he sat down roughly on your chair, still quite glistening from the upset and the sweat that dripped from his hair down his earlobes.

“Hey, what was that message about?” Your curiosity burned. You didn't usually have to hold back when it came to Baekhyun. The comfort level was too high at this point. Although there was something else that was bothering you about this most recent exchange with him that didn't have anything to do with the message you saw on his phone from Vixxxen18.

“And what did you mean, the first girl to touch it? Baek are you—I mean, have you never—”

He was typing on your computer now. He had several windows with scary looking black backgrounds and white letters that made no sense to you and he was making no moves to turn to talk to you or giving you any indication at all like he was about to have this conversation with you.

“I mean, who the hell even is she to be saying something like that to you?”

You sat down on your bed and placed your hands in your lap, looking down at your chipped fingernails, you picked with your thumb at the red polish that long ago needed to be redone. You hadn’t painted them since your last date. That had to have been a month ago.

“Hey you dummy, you have to change your passwords more way often than this.” He was deep in somewhere else now and as he scrolled you saw occasional familiar words and windows flash across your screen, “and don't you know not to use real words? God you’re so easy — the name of your first dog. Popeye123456. So fucking boring. Might as well just hand out your data on a platter. Jesus, I’m changing it for you. I’ll write it down.”

He was scribbling on a post it note, some series of numbers and letters you were never going to remember. He held it up for you to see and you wrinkled your nose, wondering how quickly you could change all of your passwords back to the easy ones you could remember. Though as he started explaining, he pointed at each letter that stood for the word he was saying and strangely enough the combination began to make some sense to you, as insulting as it was.

“Holy-Crap—“ he pointed at the capital H and C he had written down and moved on to the rest of the letters in lower case, “i-am-stupid-AF-please-take-my-$300, make sure you capitalize the AF because that is how stupid you are. Stupid AF.” You were annoyed at how quickly you remembered this ridiculous new password of his. You were even more annoyed that he somehow knew that you had only $300 in your bank account. What a bastard. And even worse, he was completely ignoring the most important part of your conversation with him.

That horrible horrible woman he had tried chatting up.

“I mean the screen name itself should have given it away. She’s not worth your time. What are you even doing talking with someone with that kind of screen name — Vixxxen18? Ugh. Gross.”  

His fingers clicked and you saw windows flash across your screen. One such screen was your precious work form from today with all of your rows and columns of data populated just as it had been before you switched tabs and began filling out those nine job applications on company time. He’d recovered it all, of course.

And he had, of course, been hearing your questions, but it wasn’t until he was done with his quick typing that he turned his chin to point in your direction with his eyes narrowed in your direction. Would he berate you for snooping? After you’d seen him scrolling through your entire web history for the day, even taking a moment to pause on the names and profiles of the various friends that just happened to be men that you talked to quite regularly. Many were handsome. Many were successful and clearly showed interest in you. You flirted openly, shamelessly when you felt particularly bored. You’d even gone on dates with a few of them.

You were single. You were young and you could do whatever you wanted with your love life.

“I talk to lots of girls like her,” he said, shrugging flippantly, now browsing through a photo gallery of the most recent man you’d been on a date with. “Thought they might be….easier.”

On your screen, you saw your handsome date’s brilliant smile lighting up the club; the exact same copy/pasted smile with some busty gal on his arm on some boat in the harbor; again with a different girl and a different tropical background. The pictures might as well have been photoshopped, as formulaic as they were. The guy had been perfectly fine on the date. Polite. Kind to the wait staff. Obviously expecting to get to at least third base with you. You just couldn’t get past the glaring insincerity. His smile was so lovely but his eyes were just so damn empty. You hadn’t responded to his messages again after the date and the last message he sent, a week later had been pretty ugly.

“They aren’t right for you,” you said softly with absolute certainty and he glanced at you briefly before closing out a myriad of windows on your screen, leaving only your most recent work project open. He made a big gesture with the mouse clicking multiple times on the save icon and you watched with a relieved sigh as he rose from the chair and motioned for you to sit back down.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said when you sat down and clicked out of the window after submitting your work. You leaned back in your chair and looked up at the view of the bottom of his pointed chin. “The kind of girl doesn’t matter. There is no right one. They all say the same shit. I get too shy and talk too little, or I get too nervous and talk too much or I say the wrong thing and I’m not cool enough or I don't care about whatever stupid brainless Bravo show they are talking about and they are all basically the same girl again and again.”

“No, but Baek, a good one. A girl that’s into what you are into, plays the same games or watches the same animes—”

“Generally speaking, anime is both singular and plural,” he mumbled over your speech and you didn’t want to pause. You had a point to make here. “Unless you're talking about various specific genres, or collections which I don't think you are but hypothetically in that specific context you might be able to say animes. Like fish is plural, but fishes can be many varieties of fish but not many of the same kind of fish because then, well that is just fish.”

“Shut it, Peanut — A good one. A good one for you will not call you mean names. She will understand you and she will actually like you. She will—she will touch your penis for real, Baekhyun. Touch it for real.”

“You mean she won’t try and rip it off right at the base like some fucking grizzly bear?  

You reached up the palm of your hand and lightly tapped his face. “That was your thigh, remember? I grabbed your thigh today.”

“HMmmOkay, Bug-bear,” he laughed sardonically and looked down at you, lightly tapping your face with his palm once as you had done to him.

It couldn’t be; the moment was too soft. It lasted for only a fraction of a second because he moved then and you felt that terrible falling sensation again. Swift and backwards you fell. You threw your arms out to catch something and when you gasped in surprise your mouth inhaled the warm cotton of your own sweater a breath before that same sweater was pulled up high over your head and all of the light you had in your room was snuffed out. It all happened so fast. The turtleneck of your sweater was pulled over your head during the scramble to right yourself in your chair and not fall flat on your back. You couldn’t do both at the same time. He was just too fast.

He was laughing as he was escaping, you heard the door slam shut when his laughter grew further away and by the time you settled again, with both feet flat on the ground, you pulled the long neck of your turtleneck sweater back down so you could see and breathe. With the fabric gone the relief did not come, for once again you found yourself in the complete and utter darkness of your bedroom, with those super effective room darkening curtains on your windows that made for excellent daytime naps. Of course he had turned off all of the lights before he left. Even the ceiling fan was slowing down to a crawl. You could hear his loud cackles on the outside of your door as they moved further away and another door slammed when he retreated back into his hidey-hole.

Maybe he deserved this lonely life.

Maybe he didn't deserve to ever have his penis touched for real.

You sighed long and hard, sinking well into your disappointment. Being disappointed in that man was nothing new. He clearly hadn’t made any New Years resolutions about being less annoying in 2021.

You had to get up to fix your bed anyway, so getting up to turn your lights back on was really just a blessing in disguise. You were done with work for the day. You had submitted everything required of you and one benefit of being so slow to actually complete anything was that you could get away with doing the bare minimum now. And when you really applied yourself you could get everything done in a fraction of the time and still have plenty of time to do all of the other things you wanted to do with your day. For all they knew, you really did only type 35 words per minute. It was their fault they kept on paying you for your terrible work.

You grabbed at your blanket, uncovering everything, you pulled it all all off the bed and reached for the bedsheets and the pillows and every poor innocent stuffed animal who had the misfortune of being in bed with him when it happened. Did he have it the whole time? Did he work up to it when he was texting with that hussie? He really rolled around a lot. These poor babies. A good ride in the washing machine would clear things right up. You would put in some extra soap.

“Did that filthy man do something gross to you?” You whispered to the smallest pink bunny on your bed. It winked back at you and kept up the smile that was sewn on his face. At least he wasn’t upset.

With the washing going you returned to your room and set to work on making a sign for your own private personal space. The sign was of a familiar format, a red circle with a diagonal line through it and a single terrible word written inside to be forever excluded from his place.

You hung the sign outside of your door and closed it up tight, thus permanently protecting yourself and your freshly cleaned, new you, new year, new mind, body, and soul from any and all boners that might try and sneak in.

It was official now. You had a sign and everything.

A rare peace washed over you. You could hear through the wall the occasional dialogue of a show he was watching by himself. Nothing too loud or distracting and you remembered that you had a new episode of a drama to watch.

You pulled it up on your screen and turned on the VPN that Baek taught you to use whenever you were watching something on a weird streaming website. You pressed play and found yourself quickly sucked into the storyline. This was working out to be one of your favorite dramas of the year, even though it was just beginning you could just feel it. The chemistry between the two leads was distractingly perfect. You found yourself feeling it all, each longing look, each casual (not casual at all) touch and the near misses, the blushing cheeks, the shy stolen glances. God. You needed two things; a man to kiss and a bowl of ramen. Not necessarily in that order.

After this episode. Just after this episode you would get up.

It ended on a cliffhanger. A deliciously sexy promise of things to come and you watched the preview for tomorrow’s episode with butterflies flipping around in your stomach.

Your episode was over at nearly the same time as Baekhyun’s was over and you emerged with a wide smile on your face and a spring on your step as you made your way over to the kitchen as he was coming out of his bedroom. His hair was particularly disastrous today. It was probably the old sweat from earlier that had dried now. He was wearing the grey sweats again. The too-long ones with the holes in the bottom of the legs from where his heel dug in for too many years. You were pretty sure he had been wearing them all week.

It was some sort of release day a few days ago and he had camped out online buying up some new product that was in high demand and nearly impossible to buy. You knew he ran bots to buy them up for someone, but you never saw any packages delivered here so you doubted he himself had any hand in actually scalping the game systems, or the graphics cards, or the latest hottest toy the kids just had to have for Christmas. Now that the rush was over he could get some real rest, couldn’t he? Maybe have a shower and change his clothes. Eat something other than those high sodium sausages he grazed on.

“Hey Bug,” he sing-songed over to walk beside you through the large shared living space toward the kitchen.

“Hey Peanut Butter & Jelly, you want to have some ramen with me? I’ll put in an egg for you.”

He took a moment to respond to you and you followed his eyes to the sign on your door. When you looked back at him his eyes seemed to unfocus and he was staring ahead of himself lost in his own head.

He felt your eyes quickly enough though and his own eyes pulled into happy little moons and he smiled a wide smile just for you with a nod of his head.

This Baekhyun, you would make ramen for. This one, with the bright, pretty smile and pink cheeks would get two eggs if he wanted. “Soft yolks?”

“Of course.”

You set out to cooking and Baekhyun grabbed chopsticks and spoons and set them out on the table. When you came with the pot of noodles he looked up from his phone and you noticed the dark look in his eyes that disappeared suspiciously fast when he saw you watching him.

He grabbed a huge clump of noodles, opened his mouth and shoved the chunk of food inside. Before you could warn him that the pot had been boiling on the stove mere seconds prior.

You could see the steam fog up his glasses instantly and he sputtered and coughed, opening his mouth right over the pot and letting the scalding hot noodles fall back into the broth with a splash. The very same pot you also had to eat out of.

“Careful. It’s hot.” Your monotone warned, much too late. He was reaching for cold water to cool his burning tongue.

He looked up at you, nodding his head and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Aren't you going to scold me for spitting them back into the pot?” He was carefully pulling out a smaller bit of noodles and leaning over the pot to blow on them. Looking quickly between you and the noodles for your response to his question.

You just shrugged and grabbed some to blow on too.

“It’s still hot enough to kill any of your gross mouth germs.”

New year. New you. You’d resolved to finally make peace with the man. You’d put up with him for a couple of years now and while yes, he was the worst, he had some good to him too. Like how he genuinely seemed to care about your cyber security, and how he always ordered plenty of the coffee you liked so you never had to start a single morning without it. You didn't even know for sure where he got it from and how you might be able to get it without him.

You also loved this place. It was huge and had a great view over the river. You knew for certain that he had managed to make a whole lot of money doing whatever legal or illegal things he did in that room and he really didn't ask you much for rent. Just whatever you could afford and to promise to always answer the door when his Grandmother came to visit. Especially if he was out on a job or busy. Her visits were with a guardian and were very regular; although the old woman’s mind was not. Most of the time she called you by a different name and nagged for you to take better care of your sweet husband. She was sweet though and always brought pastries with her. She called him her little baby boy and often used a name that was not his. He always responded with as bright a smile as he could manage, though you sometimes heard him crying quietly through the wall when she left.

“Why are you just watching me eat?” He asked, not slowing down his pace with the noodles any, just genuinely curious about where your mind was. You knew if you didn't start eating now there would soon be nothing left. “Are you that mad that my spit got in it? Come on, Lil’Bug, eat. I brushed my teeth this morning.”

You didn't answer him, but grabbed more food and began eating in earnest.

“Any luck with Vixxxen18?”

With this question he leaned back in his chair. Inhaling a deep breath with his cheeks full of noodles, his chopsticks were carefully set down on the table in front of him and he reached for his glass of water, chewing with his mouth open a few times before swallowing the whole huge ball of starch down with a wince.

Was he done eating already? Didn't he want to talk about his lady problem with you? Maybe you could help.

“No. But Raven25 just called me a creep and blocked me because I told her that Avatar the last Air-Bender wasn’t an anime.”

“Why don't we make a dating profile for you. Check out some ladies and see how it goes? Girls that like the same things you like Baekhyun. I’m a girl, trust me, I can tell you what to say and what you should definitely not say like ‘damn, woman, you are so stupid; your precious avatar doesn’t count.’”

He had stopped eating the minute you began speaking on this topic and he watched your eyes for a long moment before he moved in his seat.

“Well how did you know I said she was stupid?”

“Well, because she was stupid and you can’t seem to hold yourself back.”

“Some people need to know it.”

“Not if you’re trying to date them, they don't.”

The rapid back and forth between you paused when he closed up his mouth and looked around the table in front of himself in deep thought.

When he finally looked back up at you his elbows were on the table and his chin was resting over his fisted hands.  

“Can I use a fake name? I wanna be The Cobra.”

“No Peanut, no one is going to want to date The Cobra. You will be Byun Baekhyun, Computer Software Engineer by day, Pro Gamer by night. Let’s get you in the shower and gussied up so we can take profile pictures!”

You could hardly contain yourself. You nearly stumbled over your own feet in your excitement to get up and out of this chair and the excitement that surged through you was making you giddy with anticipation. Baekhyun groaned when you pulled on his arms and he took sluggish steps when you pulled him roughly from the kitchen and pushed him through his bedroom toward the bathroom. You grabbed fresh underwear from his dresser, a pair of jeans without any holes in them that did not seem to be too filthy and a quick glance through his closet gave you a single black dress shirt that was still in the plastic from the dry cleaners.

“Do you own a tie?” You called toward the open bathroom door.

“I’m not going to wear a tie,” he called back and you hung the dress shirt on the doorknob of the bathroom door and tossed the other items inside on the floor.

“Okayyy,” you responded, “come out when you’re done and I’ll do your hair. How do you feel about just a little bit of makeup? Nothing crazy I promise but like, just something to accentuate your eyes a little. You won’t even notice it’s there.”

“Why do it then?” He was in the shower now, you could hear the water running and splashing with his movement and the steam was beginning to fog up his mirror.  From where you stood you couldn’t see a thing, but as you moved around his room the mess called to you and you began grabbing little things here and there, every other glance toward the bathroom mirror gave you some sort of foggy reflection of him in the shower that seemed vaguely human-colored. Socks and an occasional t-shirt dropped on the floor pulled you around the room. You definitely noticed that he did not say no to makeup and made a mental note to grab your beauty box from your room.

“Hey uhh...Bug, you still there? Can you bring me some shampoo? I am out.”

“Yeah,” you said with arms full of stray clothing from his floor and you made your way into your bedroom to grab supplies.

When you returned, he seemed to just be waiting with an arm propped up against the wall of the shower and you could just make out the reflection of his bare shoulders in the foggy bathroom mirror.

You cleared your throat to announce your presence and held the bottle of shampoo at arms length as you cautiously took a step into the bathroom.

While your comfort level with Baekhyun was near family member levels, you’d had enough adventures with his dick today and you weren’t exactly seeking out any more shocks.

He started cleaning his hair right away and you recognized the scent of your favorite shampoo that filled the air. It had a strong scent that lingered for a long time on your pillow after you showered.

“Shh..tt” you heard him mumble something that sounded like a curse word. “Uhh Bu-Bug. Could you wait outside for me? Please? And could you close the door?”

“Why?” You wandered around his room looking at the impressive machinery set up he had. You noticed he’d installed more monitors on his wall above the desk set up and you wondered if that was for watching movies.  “Do you have to poop?”

You could not help the joking tone. He’d been torturing you with his annoying antics for years now and you had so little opportunities for payback. You snickered to yourself, contemplating his previous situation in your bedroom. “You didn't get another boner did you?” In your defense, you didn't say it very loud. He probably didn’t even hear it.

He was silent in the bathroom with only the sound of splashing water as a response and after a minute or so, you heard a long drawn out sigh from somewhere inside the bathroom. It wasn’t a sound you expected to hear and it made you straighten up your shoulders and turn toward the noise. Perhaps you should have gone, as he had asked of you. As it was now you felt an embarrassed heat creeping up the back of your neck with the thought that maybe you were in here, hearing something you had no business hearing.

“Are you going to help me with it, if I did?”

His voice was so low and nearly drowned out by the sound of the running water, that you instantly doubted your own ears. You were imagining things. He was talking to himself, or he was saying something else, maybe singing the lyrics to a song. He always liked to sing in the shower and he had a wonderful singing voice. If he didn't use it to annoy you awake at 6 in the morning on the only days of the week that you could sleep in, you would appreciate the sound of it so much more.

You took several large and silent steps toward his door and you crossed through the threshold in a single fluid motion. You didn't bother with closing his door for fear that he might hear the click and instead opted to creep into the sanctity of your own bedroom and close your own door as carefully and silently as possible.

Instead of dwelling on things that absolutely did not happen, for several reasons such as they would never happen in this universe, and they had no business even pretending that they happened inside your foggy too far away to hear clearly anyway mind, instead of thinking about all of that nonsense…. and anyway why did it even matter? He was absolutely not someone whose boners even concerned you. Not their origin story or their flawed character arcs, their climaxes or their resolution. Instead of letting your mind get distracted and jumbled with all that bullshit, you turned on your computer and got started on building the perfect dating profile for the absolute perfect man. The in no way annoying; the charming even if you were wearing headphones— err, noise cancelling headphones, charming man; the could carry a tune up a mountain top man; the man with a full time, well paying job, several of them actually; a man with a home of his own, a fancy schmancy car of his own, a real and in no way fabricated man’s man, wait, a woman’s man. Yeah, that kind of man.

It turns out, creating the perfect dating profile page wasn’t actually very different than filling out nine job applications. You breezed through it with bits of facts that you already knew about Baekhyun. You didn't even have to ask what his favorite movies or tv shows were. You had been tortured with them plenty to know the answers off the top of your head. You had all the good bones erected in there giving it a good solid structure and now all you needed was the perfect profile picture to seal the deal.

As you were keying in the finishing notes, dotting the Is and crossing the Ts, your bedroom door swung open to reveal the man himself; fresh, clean and wearing something other than dirty grey sweat pants for the first time in longer than you could remember.

“Alright let’s get on with this cause I’m already fucking sick of it.” He was pulling at the thighs on his jeans, trying to find any bit of stretch in them. They clung to the shape of his legs well and you wondered why he didn't embrace how nice his thighs actually looked in them.

“Oh shush, let me make you beautiful.” You grabbed his arms and pulled him further into your room so you could see him properly below the ceiling lights. “Tuck in the front of your shirt.”

He did as he was told and revealed a brown belt with a metal buckle that was just visible now.

You grabbed your hair brush, pulled out a bit of your own hair that was stuck inside it and began fixing his wet hair. When it was obviously still too wet to do exactly what you wanted you opted to run your fingers lightly through it until some of the strands began to dry and lay flat. You added finishing touches with a bit of product and on a whim, just before it dried into place, you pushed up from his forehead, sending the hair up and back a bit. The effect was classy. Different. It fit his face very well.

His glasses were off for this and he was watching your face as you focused on making him presentable for his photo shoot.

You’d grabbed a tiny brush to define his lashes just a touch and dabbed a touch of foundation in the less than perfect spots. The dark circles under his eyes faded and a neutral sweep across his cheekbones brought out the handsome face you often noticed in the off times when he was quietly thinking about something.

“There,” you said with a tiny flourish of your blush brush. “Beautiful,” you proclaimed in self-praising glory.

You were so close to his face that you felt the small puff of air that blew out from his nose with the small chuckle from his chest. Aside from the laugh, he didn't address your compliment. He just sat there, looking pretty with his button up shirt, the well fitted jeans, an actual hairstyle on his head that showed off clear skin and a lovely forehead and an attractive lean in his posture that angled his torso in the direction where you were seated.

“Now what?” He said after you didn’t move on to the next step. The sound of his voice broke you out of your silent examination of his appearance and you jumped on the inside at the strange interruption, not quite sure as to why you felt interrupted, but feeling it nonetheless.

“Now let’s find you a girlfriend.” You pushed a bright smile to your lips. It was supposed to cheer him on; make him really get into this. Make him believe in himself and his abilities to relate to women in real and meaningful ways. You pushed it hard and you sold it as well as you could expecting to see him smile in return.

Instead, he watched your face long enough for your smile to falter a little and for some of the jolly skip to hop right out of your step. After two long and slow blinks he just nodded his head and looked down at his feet standing next to your feet on the floor of your bedroom.

“Okay Bug, Let’s go find me a girlfriend.”

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4, FINAL 10.5

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Magnum Opus - Baekhyun

BYUN BAEKYUN x Reader

Artist!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut. 

You were only in search for the man that would inspire you for your 10th painting, but he already found the subject of his masterpiece. 

I know I said that I’d post this next week, but I just couldn’t stop myself from writing. My heart swells from the support and love that you give me, guys. Thank you so much!

5304 words.

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It spoke of a silhouette of a man looking outside the window towards an episode of storm and undeniable gloom. He’s holding a flute of champagne like the classy man he poses to be. Yet like the scenery he ponders on, he’s nothing but a sad noise of isolation and and abandonment. JJY 11418, one of the paintings in your current exhibit. There were 8 others displayed on the finite space of the art gallery you’ve occupied for the past week. Nine was a small number for a collection of works to conduct an exhibition for, but nine is a huge number for the total of relationships..

JJY, or Jang Jaehyun was one of the nine men you’ve dated the past years - a part of your past, a random person in your wide array of memories, and now painting number nine. His was an image of aloofness and poignancy, exactly how he entered your life. Jaehyun was a broken boy in all aspects. A personification of the bad boy stereotype in the movies, bent, scarred, and emotionally distant. The relationship was mainly physical at first, until he opened up and relied on you. But at this point in your life, you weren’t up for the task to be a bearer of someone’s emotional dependency. It was only a matter of time for him to break you like how much of a ruin he is, so you had to sever all ties with him.

Your eyes wandered further to the other paintings subtly titled with other initials. How you immortalized someone you ought to forget and bury in the past by art. Or rather capitalize on old, toxic relationships. You got hurt, so it was right and just you could use those experiences, their stories, for a living, right?

“Who’s JJY?” You’re brought back to Earth by a random interruption behind you. Abruptly turning to see who it is, you see a man not much taller than you with his face void of harsh features.

“Hmmm… someone.” You answered thriftily.

“I conclude that JJY is an ex.” He said with a short laugh and his eyes disappeared when he smiled. Cute, you thought.

“I believe that the exhibit has been closed for..” You look at your watch. “15 minutes now, I’m just preparing to close.”

“I just finished closing mine, that’s why I dropped by. Been wanting to enter this exhibit for a while now.” He used his thumb to point on the exhibit adjacent to yours.

“Oh you’re the photographer?” You asked to which he nodded to. “Nice to finally meet you. I loved your portraits, your boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t exactly sway that way.” You chuckled a little on his words. “Kai is a friend, been interested to photograph dancers while they dance. You know, motion translates good on photos.”

“Tell Kai that he really looks good while dancing.”

“Sorry honey, my friend is taken.” Laughing at your implication. He reached out his hand in front of you, “Baekyun.” You took his hand and also introduced yourself.

“So, all of them are exes?” Baekhyun slowly took his steps as his head looked around the room. His olive green blazer and faded jeans with his copper toned hair contrasting greatly against the white room.

“Not exactly, one over there was an ex fuck buddy. But got enough story to paint.” You pointed towards a warm colored painting on the other side of the room, LDH.

“Wow, you’ve been around.” He laughed as he adjusted his round glasses and took another step towards another painting.

“Well, I can say I’m just in demand.” You joked.

“This one’s sad, this is literally just a guy on a desk and everything’s black and white. What was he like?” Baekhyun closely examined the piece KJS.

“Man, was he as boring as that painting. In all aspects! Conversation wise, he was of no depth. He was a business man, you know how plain and bland they are.” You explained.

“Even in bed?” Baekhyun looked back at you.

“More over in bed.”

“This KJS guy is really a waste of canvas.” He laughed a little and continued walking around with both his hands on his pockets. You have to admit, Baekhyun didn’t look a lot like your ideal type, tall and tan with masculine features. He is more of a flower boy appearance, like someone you’d meet on a sunny Sunday walk around the neighborhood and greet. Yet his aura exuded something more cunning and it got you curious. He really carried himself well.

“Do you accept commissions?” Baekhyun asked.

“Do you mean do I accept new relationships?” You jokingly answered before you looked back at him with his suggestive look. He earned a scoff from you, “Are you serious?”

“I find you interesting, and cute.” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows at you. You did a quick scan of your current appearance, you’re wearing a maxi skirt with an ethnic print and a black lace bralette. Your fashion sense sure was in luck today.

“Cute, what a word. Last time I’ve been called that was probably in high school.” You laughed.

“Okay, I think you’re hot. Besides, I would like to make a deal.” Baekhyun fully turned his body from facing the painting to yours and put his hands in his pockets.

“I just knew there’s gonna be a catch. What’s it?” You crossed your hands over your chest to feign intimidation.

“I might have seen the subject of my next series in you.” He reached out a hand and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, a gesture that made you blush like a teenager. “And who knows, maybe I could be painting number ten?”

With Baekhyun’s smirk, you just knew that it was too good of an offer to refrain to.

Baekhyun was an interesting person, to say the absolute least. He was colorful beyond being an artist, an extreme delight to talk to. All it took for you was two dates with him to be madly infatuated with him, and what he could be. How he spoke of everything with passion and with a pledge of enthusiastic fervor.

You vividly remember the first date, a textbook definition of a date in a cafe. It was an interesting place just near the art galleries. A space filled with vintage memorabilia and there was an actual vintage car inside. Baekhyun took the opportunity with you and his camera, presenting you photos of sides of yourself that you’ve never seen before. A new smile that suited your face so well, and you just know what made the difference. The cafe was interesting in itself yet with his ecstatic musings and stories of childhood, it made the place look gloomy and he was the sole light in the universe.

“What did you see in me?” You suddenly asked as you stirred your frappe and while he changed batteries of his camera.

“Uhm, beauty?” He playfully answered with the smile that made him look like a dachshund, a cute one that is.

“Shut the fuck up, Baek. Seriously. You told me you saw your next series or whatsoever in me. I need to know why.”

Baekhyun shifted in his seat and put down his Leica. “I’ve always wanted to feature artists in my work. You know, people tend to disregard the artistic process. The time it took and the emotions a person shed just to come up with the art that they’re so willing to buy and consume. I want the world to see that, the story behind. The art in the making of art.” You almost thought that he’s being to serious in his speech until he winked right after the last sentence.

“And you’re hot. You’re art yourself.” You just chuckled at his playfulness. Because honestly, even if you tried to reply, you’d only speak utter gibberish due to the blush that flooded your cheeks.

Baekhyun made you experience teenage love in the age of twenty six.

It wasn’t like your previous relationships the past few years where you just stuck together for companionship, or sex. It wasn’t a matter of just fulfilling the physical and emotional gaps you have in your life. Baekhyun wasn’t just a cork you try to mask your insecurities and loneliness with. He was someone who made you feel as if you really wanted to be there. You didn’t show up on dates just for the sake of courtesy - you were excited for it. You remember how with the past others you’ve dated, you just come as whoever you are. How you put close to no effort in dressing up, because they weren’t someone you need to impress. They asked you out in the first place. But with Baekhyun, you spend two hours in front of the mirror trying to pick a dress that would accentuate all your assets. It wasn’t because you need to impress him, it’s just because you want to look your best.

The second date, you both tried to go out your comfort zone and rented a karaoke booth. He told you that performance wasn’t his thing but he actually had good singing skills. So when he passed you the mic, you amply declined in embarrassment. Yet that boy really had good convincing, or annoying skills that he was able to coax the shame out of you and got you to sing Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and The Waves. A few drinks and songs later, both of you sang a duet and danced to Abba.

It was at that moment where you started to look at his eyes a bit differently. How his eyes were too warm for your liking, how it carried more messages than you could comprehend. You grew aware of how his thumb lightly played with your shoulder as his hand rested on it. Your bare thigh due to the shorts your wearing was attentive of how it connected with Baekhyun’s denim pants. It was as if your senses were at overdrive, and all it could take in was Baekhyun.

“You’re not hot.” You suddenly blurted out.

“Uhm, ouch. But thank you?” He put his hand over his chest to act as if he’s hurt.

“No, I mean. You’re not buff, not muscular. But there’s just something about you I find sexy. And I don’t know what it is.” You shook your head much to your chagrin.

“That’s better.” He quickly answered. You shot him a confused face while your elbow rested on the couch and your hand supported your face. Baekhyun straightened his seat in front of you. “If you’re just attracted to how I look, you could leave me if I gain weight. If you don’t know what you’re here for, you’re just going to keep on wanting to know. You’re stuck with me, missy.”

“I need to know, Byun. How am I going to paint my 10th if you’re going to keep me in a daze?” You pouted.

“Artist’s call.” That was all he answered before he chugged down another bottle of beer.

Baekhyun showed up in your exhibit late at night after his day job. He worked as a photojournalist for the local paper aside from his artistic ventures as a photographer. Keeps the stability of the dinner table, he says. To which you understand fully, a painting can earn you a couple of hundred dollars. A commissioned painting can cost to up a thousand, but how common of an occurrence was that? You yourself experienced needing to work a few temp jobs just to make ends meet.

“Can I ask you something?” Baekhyun whispered behind you, to which you responded a simple hum.

“Which hurt the hardest?” You looked back at him and saw nothing but mere curiosity in his face.

“Hmmm…” You started crossing the finite space of your exhibit, halting in front of a piece that was a burst of reds and oranges, a symphony of warm tones. It featured a two people hugging each other, but one had his back from the other as it seemed that his own figure melted. You sighed, the very first piece that you made in this collection - JTY.

“It really looks painful.” You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and you were enveloped in Baekhyun’s embrace and his scent. “Who is it?”

“My second boyfriend, just right before I graduated from High School. We lasted a while. Close to 2 years , I think. He wanted me to go to the same University as him, take a much more practical course. But I don’t want that. I can’t be just another lawyer like him, I can’t deal with the definitivity of it. How constricted their career is with their laws and everything. He broke up with me and told me I was being dumb. That being an artist would only lead to struggling. And he couldn’t stay with someone so irrational. He didn’t just break my heart, he made me doubt my dreams. Made me doubt if I could actually make it. But hey, here I am, right?” You chuckled a little after you ended your story.

All you felt was his breath fanning on your neck. The story didn’t even make you sad anymore, it was just a part of your past. And you’ve already proven your ex wrong. And you’re with someone way better.

“You’re here, and I trust that..” Baekhyun whispered and planted a chaste kiss on your neck. “To further places you’ll go.”

You turned your face to him, his arms on your waist hugged tighter as you closed the distance between your lips. Gently placing a kiss on his lips as if expressing how thankful you were that he was by your side.

Later that night, both of you ended at your apartment. Out of no reason, he reminded you that he was to commission a painting from you. Baekhyun brought his old film camera and a polaroid, and you remembered that he wanted to capture you as you work.

“What would you like me to paint?” You asked as you sat in front of your easel, paint and brushes already prepared on the side.

“What do you want to paint? Whatever.” He said as he prepared his film camera and set up a blinding set of lights.

“I thought this was commission? You need to give me ideas, sir.” You chuckled a little.

“Me.” He answered as he sat on the chair that was in reverse, then placing his elbows on the backrest. “But how you see me.”

“Shall I paint a puppy, then?” You joked, to which Baekhyun scoffed at.

“Nevermind. Just do a self portrait.” He decided, and you looked at him annoyingly. “I told you-”

“You told me that you don’t do self portraits because you don’t like how you see yourself. But I do like you. And I’d like a beautiful painting so just paint you. It’s a commission, no buts - okay?” He retaliated, and at this point you had no choice.

So you just put your hair up in a bun and started painting. You put one of your legs up on the chair, the way it helps you focus. You tried to not be distracted by the few clicks of camera that you hear, and not be conscious of how you’d look on the photos. But that wasn’t was distracting you all along. Baekhyun already removed the coat that he wore over his black button down shirt, which already had its first three buttons undone. And with the way he focused on his craft, he glistened hotter than the surface of the sun.

You tried your best to just proceed on your work. Choosing to portray yourself naked, only covered by a thin cloth, as a sign of freedom. The way you’re used to. As an expression of your despise for being bound and being told what to do. The way your ex told you what you should do, the way your parents asked you to take another course. The nakedness you showed was a sign of breaking free from all that held you back to who you wanted to be.

“You really want me to hang that on my living room?” Baekhyun suddenly asks behind you.

“You hang it where you want to hang, but I’ll paint what I feel to paint.” You answered without even looking at him as you refrained to be distracted.

“Do you even know that you bite your lips too hard when you focus?”

“I’m not aware of how I look like when I paint, Baek. That’s why I need to see how I look on those photos.”

He walked over in front of you and holds your hand, almost commanding you to stop your activity. “You could continue that some other time. For now, I have another thing in mind.” He said as he put down the canvass you’ve been working on from your easel.

He walked over to the stock of other canvass boards lying in your living room and unpacked one, eventually placing it on the easel.

“I’m to commission another, an abstract.” He said.

“I’m not a fan of abstract, Baek.”

“But that’s what I want. I’ll help you.” He proclaimed and you scrunched up your face in confusion. “Abstract paintings are more than a mess, you see. It portrays what the artist feels as of the moment. An emotion locked in time by a painting. I’ll help you by giving you something to feel.”

You almost choked in shock and confusion when he knelt in front of you. Hands slowly carressing your thighs down to the hem of the skirt you wore. Baekhyun looked at you as if asking for permission, to which you just nodded to. He lifted the hem of your skirt to reveal your legs, and eventually your underwear.

“Baekhyun, what?” You asked almost with just your breath.

“Just paint what you feel, darling. And I’ll make you feel good.” Baekhyun responded just right before he planted kisses on your inner thigh. Your hands quivered at the sensation he was bringing you. You felt his hands palming your heat, a part of you he’s already familiarized himself with the past month you’ve been dating.

Baekhyun continued planting wet kisses on your thighs until his hands started tugging on your underwear. You lifted from your chair a little bit to let him fully pull it down. For him to remove the barrier that’s been separating the two of you. It was when you felt his breath in the middle of your thighs that your mind blanked out.

“You better start painting, baby. I’m planning to take a while here.” Baekhyun declared then suddenly diving his face into your folds. The way his tongue flattened on your heat sent your mind to space. With his tongue’s movements and his arms wrapped around your thighs, constricting you to move, you just blanked out. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as you let him work his wonder into your body.

“The painting, baby. I’m gonna need you to tell me how you feel by that.” Baekhyun parted his lips from yours so you picked up the first shade of paint that came in contact with your hands, violet. He returned his lips on your folds, and eventually sucked on your clit. You were unable to function normally, and the canvass was just a mess of random smears of violet and blue.

He then started using his hands when you picked up another color. You were nearing your bliss when Baekhyun worked faster. Your hands on the canvass almost mimicked his movements, producing jagged zigzag lines of white over the cold colors. A few moments later and you felt your lower stomach contract. Your left hand putting down the paint and finding his hair, bunching it to make him feel how close you were. It didn’t even take another minute for you to reach your release.

Baekhyun distanced himself from you, looking at you with evidences of his actions and your pleasure still smeared on his face. He looked at the painting, “It’s beautiful, and it's mine.”

You laughed at the double meaning of his words. “It’s free, as a payment for your hard work.”

It was another day where you woke up in a place that’s not yours. Enveloped with an arms that held you as if he’d stop breathing if he lets go. Baekhyun sensed that you’re already awake and planted a kiss on the side of your face.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You just threw him a side eye on his cheesy words.

You just lied on his bed when he stood up, you didn’t want to move due to the way your body felt. Sore, tired, and stretched out, but wonderful and pleasured. You closed your eyes again as you felt the blankets peeled away from your body. You almost pulled it back in response but you’re shocked when you opened your eyes and saw a polaroid camera focused at you.

You didn’t know how to react. Because one, you’re naked as hell. And second, Baekhyun was generous enough to shower you with marks and bites last night.

“What the fuck Baek?” You threw a pillow at him. “That’s not going in your collection.”

He laughed at you as he fanned the photo that came out of the polaroid. “No worries, for a very special personal collection. Only my eyes can see.”

You both just cuddled afterwards, immersing yourself in the pleasure of silence and just holding each other close. You turned to him, admiring his youthful features.

“How did you get into photography?” You suddenly asked.

“It was my first love, actually.” You nodded in silence. “She was the first one to make me hold a camera. I fell in love with it, and she’s always been my subject. But I eventually fell in love with the art more than her. She felt it, and grew tired of being with me. She told me to find a new subject, one that’s better suited for me. One that I can produce my magnum opus with. One that feels perfect.” He stared at you as he spoke.

“One that can stick with me and my art forever.” Baekhyun grabbed your hand and planted a kiss on it.

Your breath hitched, on the mention of the word. Forever.

Were you willing to stick forever?

Or Baekhyun was just something that excited you now? And like all other men, would be boring to you afterwards. You always found yourself growing tired of a routine, and the same applied to people. When time comes that you’ve known them too well, when there’s no thrill anymore, you tend to slip away. You tend to lose interest.

Would it be different for Baekhyun? Will he keep you interested long enough for you to commit?

Another thing, commitment. One you’re scared of and one you suck at. Commitments were never your thing. That’s why you never indulged yourself on the steady pay of a day job. Routines sicked the hell out of you. You couldn’t bare to live a life so repeated and cyclical. You’re afraid to be tied down, bound, and be stopped from growing. You don’t want to be stuck in a same place, you loved adventure so much and you seeked it. Whether that new encounters involved new places or new people, as long as you’ll gain another story to tell that you’d then translate onto a canvas. Immortalizing a story into a piece of art that no one can change.

Are you willing to give up that freedom in an exchange of a stability with Baekhyun?

Later that night, you found yourself once again in front of your easel. WIth your feet up and your hair tied in a tight, messy bun. All too fixated on the story that flowed out from your mind, to your hands, and eventually on the painting that you worked on.

Your tenth painting.

It wasn’t too cinematic nor too definitive. It’s just a man with an army green coat, holding a camera that covers his face. His other hand held another that extends to the front of the painting, a hand that was supposed to be yours. The background almost looked like a galaxy, a symphony of blue and violet - a splitting image of the abstract painting that already lived in his bedroom.

It’s a summary of how you saw Baekhyun, how you felt with him, and how much you’re happy and hurt.

Hurt because you just can’t find the will to stay.

You’re a coward that’s afraid of imperfection. He wants someone who could stick forever. His perfect muse of his art. The subject of his masterpiece, the lady of his colorful life. But you can’t find the perfect girl in you, you don’t know if you could fulfill all his expectations. If you were enough to be the perfect girl. Your mouth filled with bitterness on the notion of the word perfect, a word so superficial and so abstract. Because who can even be ever perfect? Is there even a set standard on what perfect is?

But you just knew to yourself that you’re not that.

You couldn’t be perfect.

And you couldn’t be his.

You lifted your brush, and there it was. The painting that will never speak enough on how much you felt, how much you loved, and how much it hurt - BBH.

You stopped dropping by his exhibit even if it’s only opposite yours. You started ditching his calls, not wanting to be the one to break the thing between you two. Because you can’t break his heart and doing so would break yours. Maybe if you just put the two of you in the cold, he would eventually slip away too, that maybe Baekhyun would also just let it slide and let go.

But too much for a wishful thinking.

Baekhyun showed up on the last day of your exhibit, you were currently boxing all the unbought paintings and wrapping up those who found a home. He showed up with his dark jeans and black shirt. His hair ruffled but every strand still in perfect place. You knew with the look on his face that’s he’s here to clear things up.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He sat in front of you as you neatly taped a painting in its box.

“Nothing? It’s the last day of my exhibit. I just need to clear things up a bit.” You didn’t even look in his eyes, afraid that when you do so - you’ll only give in.

“I’m not talking about the damn exhibit, I’m talking about us.” His voice grew louder, tenser. You could already imagine how veins would show on his forehead and the tendons on his neck would grow tense.

“Us? What’s with us, Baek?” You tried to answer innocently.

“Exactly. What’s with us?” He reached out to your hand. Tugging it a bit harshly to get you to look at him. “You just fucking dropped me off, I don’t even remember doing anything wrong. So tell me what happened. Because obviously, the ball is in your court.”

You sighed, there was just no getting out of this. You stood up and placed the boxed painting among the others that was ready for pickup.

“I finished my tenth painting, and you finished your new series. So…” You tried to flash a smile.

“Yes, it’s done. So?” Baekhyun’s forehead creased in confusion.

“So our deal is done. Remember? You asked for a deal. And it’s done.” You had to turn your back away from him.

“What? So that’s all this was to you?” He grabbed your arm to make you turn around back to him. And when you met his eyes that spoke of agitation and various sentiments, you can’t help your eyes from welling up. You wanted to break down, regret the way you’ve acted the past weeks and just hug him.

“That’s all I am to you? Just another painting to hang on some rich guy’s wall? Another canvass you’d brand with my initials? So fuck, I’m just BBH, painting number ten to you?” He laughed in sarcasm.

“No, Baek. It’s just…” Your words got caught up in your throat. A little bit of too much and too little thoughts flooded your mind. You wanted to say a lot of things, how much he made you feel, how happy you were with him, and everything.

“What? Because, I love you. I fucking love you so much, (Y/N) You’re not just going to be another photo project I’m working on, because you live here.” Baekhyun’s index finger pointed on his chest, where his heart is, where he told you you lived in.

“I can’t be your perfect girl, Baekhyun! I’m not perfect. I don’t know if I’m enough to fill all your expectations. All that you want, because I’m just me, Baek. A girl that paints her exes into canvases to make ends meet. One who dated ten guys to get stories to paint, who’s been around just for the sake of the art I make.” You explained.

“I got addicted into the idea of dating people because it gives me inspiration and stories to paint. And with you, you just didn’t make me want to paint a single work. You’re the one I can’t explain in just one frame. I don’t think a thousand would be enough, too. I’m scared. I’m scared because this shit is new to me. I came to this agreement expecting to gain something and go to the next one but no, I craved something more. I craved to stay. And I don’t know how to deal with it. Because commitments is something I suck at, Baek.”

Baekhyun took two steps and closed the distance between you two. Both of his hands found the sides of your face, cupping it closer to him.

“I don’t need someone’s who’s perfect. I just need someone who stays.” He planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “Just stay, please.”

You just stared at him, you wanted to stay. You wanted to go and find out how it feels to be kept and stay at one place. The pleasure and comfort of finding a home in somebody’s arms. But could you?

“Please, stay.” Baekhun asked once more because he kissed you passionately in the middle of the room. The exact same room where he first approached you. The room that contained all the frames that told stories of each and every heartbreak, every part of your past. And now it contained the man who held your future, and he was holding you.

Baekhyun kept hold of his part of the gallery. Eventually filling it with a new series of photos, one that featured you. There you saw how you bit your lip as you focused on a painting. Each strand of your hair that went haywire from the messy bun on the top of your head. How you sat so unfeminine with your feet up on the chair. It was just so raw, and so you.

“I told you, it looks good.” He said as he planted a kiss on your shoulder. He let you be the first one to see the photos as he freshly hung it in the gallery.

“It only looks good because you’re a great photographer. You know my angles.” You said with a smile.

“No, it doesn’t just look good. It’s perfect. To me, you’re perfect.” His arms embraced around you again. “And this love I share with you is my masterpiece. An art that I’d continue working on.” And Baekhyun planted a kiss on your lips.

And it’s true, because the love you had for each other in your veins will be forever immortalized in the art that you bleed. An emotion captured in time, a moment that’s frozen, and a love that will never fade.

[gamerwoo]

[EXO Imprinted] Minseok: Actions Speak Louder

@smut-wars asked: Okay Rocket I challenge you to a Minseok imprinted series pretty please ❤❤❤

Characters: Minseok x mute!female reader (featuring Exo)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, slice of life, fluffy fluff

Word count: 3,090

Summary: Being born with a vocal organ deficiency, you always ran into problems with being unable to speak. But after running into Minseok a year ago, life suddenly started to get easier.

a/n: first installment of the Exo Imprinted series!!!! idk if I’ll make this ot9 or ot12 though so uhhh lmk what y’all want ig???? BUT ANYWAY, sentences in bold are things being signed by reader, aaaand this really doesn’t have any plot its just some slice of life and some backstory shit ok enjoy (this also wasn’t looked over by anybody so uhhh lets hope it’s not awful and that the spelling mistakes are minimal lmao).

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A shake from a warm hand on your shoulder was what woke you up from one of the best dreams you’d had in a while -- you’d been having really weird dreams lately but you weren’t sure why.

“C’mon, _____,” Minseok whisper-sang. “Wake uuuup.”

You shook your head before burying your face deeper into the pillows.

“You’re gonna be late,” he sighed, shaking you a little bit faster.

You didn’t even have the motivation to roll over and sign for him to let you sleep for five more minutes, so you just stayed where you were.

“I’ll get Chanyeol up here if I have to,” he threatened, his lips close to your ear.

You slowly pushed yourself to sit up, your eyes still closed and your brows pulled together. You looked in the direction of Minseok before slowly opening your eyes to look at him, your head lolled to the side as you glared.

You’re the worst.

He giggled with a nod, kissing your temple, “Ah, I know. Get ready for class.”

It was at the very university that you still attended that you met Minseok. He worked in the student center, and you were sent there to get extra help. It was hard for you to get extra help in class when you couldn’t verbally ask, so professors and other students would just skip over you. Besides, none of them seemed to be able to understand sign language anyway.

Minseok wasn’t the one to help you, but he observed you. From the moment he first saw you across the room, he knew what was happening. He was a bit relieved he was the first to imprint since he was the oldest, but he was also nervous because nobody else in his pack had imprinted before. He had only heard stories of what it was supposed to be like, and while he knew the worst that could happen was just that you’d reject him, it still made him afraid. He could die if that happened. And considering you didn’t seem to speak at all, he figured that only made his chances of success even worse.

Either way, you were his mate, and he was determined to find any way he could to make things work. So the first thing he did was look up how to sign ‘hello, my name is Minseok’ -- he knew you could clearly hear him, but he wanted to do something to impress you and make you like him a bit more, and he’d have to be able to understand you. Of course, then he’d also have to figure out how to sign ‘I don’t know sign language’ so you’d know you couldn’t actually have a full conversation with him -- yet. But hey, it would be a start!

When that cute boy with the bright smile sat down across from you while you waited from your tutor, and he signed what he had practiced, you really almost cried. Your smile was so wide you had to cover your face, and that only made him smile more.

“I’m sorry I don’t know more,” he said sheepishly, “but I wanted to try. I’ll keep practicing, though.”

Just that promise alone made your heart flutter.

Of course, after telling his pack about his mate, Minseok insisted everybody else learn so they could understand you when the time came. He was starting to feel more confident about his rate of success, so he planned on taking you home to meet his pack at some point.

“Why can’t she talk?” Junmyeon wondered.

“I--” Minseok suddenly stopped. Realization hit -- he had no idea why you couldn’t speak. He never even asked! “I...have no idea...”

“Good job, hyung,” Baekhyun snorted.

The next day, Minseok went back to the student center to find you. He sat down at your same table as you waited for your tutor, and flashed you a warm smile, “Hello again.”

You waved shyly, happy to see the nice stranger once again.

“You know,” he began, “I did never get your name.”

You flipped open your notebook and scribbled down your name before sliding the book over to him. He read it aloud with a smile before looking at you again, “It’s pretty.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you timidly signed thank you.

“I know that!” Minseok exclaimed excitedly, proud he was able to recognize a sign. You silently laughed at his outburst, and he cleared his throat and tried to compose himself again. “Sorry... I’ve been trying to learn what things mean since you don’t seem to have anybody else to talk to. That’s...not weird, is it?”

You shook your head with a smile.

“Can I ask you something a little weird, then?” he asked. “I don’t mean to sound rude by it, either.”

You already knew what was coming. He wanted to know why you didn’t speak. You wrote it on paper, explaining you had a birth defect with your vocal organs. Your parents never had the money to fix it, and at this point, you didn’t see a point in trying to.

Minseok read over it, nodding slowly, but then just carried on with the conversation as normal. He didn’t treat you like a child like most people did, and he didn’t seem to change your opinion of you. You decided you did really like Minseok.

Over the next few months, Minseok learned more and more sign language. The two of you started having full conversations with you having to write things down for him less and less. So, he eventually became your new tutor because it was easier. You were always writing what you wanted to say to your old tutor, and Minseok just seemed to get you better.

It was around that time that Minseok said he wanted to have a serious conversation with you. The two of you had been on a few dates, but there was no title to the relationship. You hoped that maybe this “serious conversation” would be making your relationship official, as you really liked Minseok, but you also didn’t want to get your hopes up.

It was partly that. He explained the whole werewolf thing, and the imprinting thing. To his surprise, you took it amazingly well, but he just figured it was because you could relate to being born differently. He was really sure you’d lose it when he dropped the “we mate for life” thing on you, but all you did was let out a very airy giggle and sign my parents will be so proud that I already have a husband lined up’. He really liked your sense of humor.

But you’d learned early on in life to roll with the punches, so that’s what you did.

And a year later, here you were: on your second to last year of college, and still dating Minseok.

As you wandered down the stairs to the kitchen, all dressed for class -- and Minseok dressed for work -- you all but ran straight into Baekhyun who was bolting up the stairs. He quickly came to a halt, grabbing you by your arms before you could collide with him.

“Hey, _____,” he chuckled.

Where’s the fire?

He playfully rolled his eyes, blowing some hair out of his face, “Jinri’s still not up.”

Alarm?

He just snorted, quickly moving out of the way to continue up the stairs, “Bold of you to assume she set an alarm.”

You just raised your eyebrows and carried on down the stairs.

Jinri was a nice girl that Baekhyun had imprinted on only a few months ago, but she was a lot like you where she wasn’t what the average person would consider “normal”. She had a difficult time distinguishing between people, and nobody quite knew why that was. With that came a lot of anxieties when it came to talking to people that she even knew well, and she tended to get depressed. But Baekhyun seemed to help her well, and she could always at least differentiate between him and everybody else.

As you turned into the kitchen, you found only Minseok, Junmyeon, and Sehun were awake. Junmyeon was fixing breakfast, Minseok was getting him and you some coffee, and Sehun had his head down on the breakfast bar. You knew that the three wolves had obviously heard you enter, but you knocked twice on the doorway just out of habit.

“Morning, _____,” Junmyeon looked over his shoulder and flashed you a bright smile. “Did you sleep well?”

You shook your head and made a face directed at your mate’s back.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he scolded softly.

You shook your head.

I still don’t know how he does that.

“None of us do,” Junmyeon laughed. “Even Baek always seems to know when Jinri is making faces at him behind his back. I suppose it’s just a mate thing.”

“I have eyes on the back of my head,” Minseok stated as he turned around and walked toward you with two travel mugs. He handed one to you. “C’mon, let’s get going. You’ll be late, and I have a nap to take in my car. Sehunnie, let’s go.”

“Let’s not,” the younger wolf groaned, but he stood up from the stool anyway. “Bye, hyung.”

“Have a good day, guys!” Junmyeon called as the three of you left the kitchen.

In the car, you always got shotgun when Minseok was driving. He’d drive with one hand, keeping the other in your lap in case you wanted to talk to him. He obviously couldn’t take his eyes off the road to watch your hands, so he’d feel what you were signing with his free hand. It was a difficult thing for him to learn -- there were so many things he got wrong at first, which only made you laugh in odd-sounding wheezes and gasps -- but he was a pro at it now.

Can we stop for breakfast?

“No,” Minseok told you as he backed out of the driveway.

“No what?” Sehun asked.

“No nothing,” Minseok mumbled. “If I tell you, you’ll beg, too.”

Sehun crossed his arms over his chest, pouting out the window as he grumbled, “I hate third-wheeling you two.”

-

The day went by as boringly normal as always. By the time you got home, though, you were exhausted. But could you rest immediately? Of course not.

“C’mon, you have to study for this test next week,” Minseok nagged, trying to drag you out of bed -- you both knew he was holding back because he really could get you out of bed without even putting in that much effort.

You shook your head as you laid on your back, squeezing your eyes closed.

Be quiet, the baby is sleeping.

Minseok rolled his eyes, “The only baby here is you.”

Exactly.

“Yah, _____,” he whined, finally scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the desk. “Come on, only for two hours.”

‘Only for’, as if two hours is not a long period of time.

“I could make it three,” he threatened as he sat down in the desk chair with you in his lap.

Are you my father now?

“Yes,” he deadpanned, making you smile and shake your head. He opened up your textbooks that he’d already taken out of your bag beforehand, and opened to the page you last left off at. “If you finish this whole section, I’ll take you out for ice cream.”

The rolled kind?

He nodded, “The rolled kind.”

Minseok’s head rested on your shoulder as he helped you through your work. He kept his hands palm-up on the table as he read through the textbook and your notes just so you could talk while he read, and he could “hear” you while he tried to get caught up on what you had learned that day. He was fantastic at multitasking -- which, of course, took a bit of time at first.

While you jotted down in the margins of your notebook, Minseok took your freehand, absentmindedly peppering kisses over your knuckles while his eyes continued to scan the textbook pages. It was a habit he often did, and it always made you blush every single time. But you were still dead set on that ice cream, so you tried not to let it distract you.

As soon as you finished the page, you slammed your textbook closed and tossed your fists in the air in triumph, a bright smile on your face. Minseok turned to look at you with an amused smile and a chuckle, his eyes traveling all the way up to your hands before settling on your face again.

“Done?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Alright,” he sighed, standing up from the chair, “I’ll go put my contacts in, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

While Minseok went to the bathroom to put in some brown contacts -- the amount of money those boys went through in a month just for colored contacts was insane -- you immediately went downstairs to put your shoes on. Of course, you were stopped by a chuckling Yixing who had just walked through the door when you almost crashed into him.

“Whoa, where’re you going?” he asked as he made sure your footing was stable.

Ice cream!

Yixing’s smile widened, “It’s amazing how the two mates in the house are so opposite of each other.”

You had to admit that while you were very excitable and cheery, Baekhyun’s mate was...well, not. Jinri was sweet, of course, but she definitely had a bite to her. It didn’t mean she was mean, she could just get snappy if she felt like nobody was listening to her or if she was frustrated. But you couldn’t blame her for being frustrated, especially with her having a hard time recognizing people. You even got frustrated a lot -- especially when you first moved in and hardly anybody remembered to look at you to ‘hear’ you.

“Where is Minseok anyway?” Yixing wondered, expecting the older werewolf to be attached to your hand like always.

Upstairs. He has to put in his contacts.

“It sure is taking him a lot--”

“Ow! Chanyeol!” you heard your mate whine from upstairs.

You turned just in time to see Chanyeol running down the hall, away from the bathroom as he giggled, “Sorry, hyung!”

“--longer...” Yixing concluded with an amused eyebrow quirk.

You saw Minseok emerge from the bathroom, one hand covering his left eye as he pouted over at you and Yixing by the door, “Chanyeol made me poke my eye.”

Again?

“Yes, again,” he groaned.

Are you able to drive?

Since Yixing was standing behind you, he didn’t see you ask the question, so he repeated, “Are you alright to drive? If not, I have no problem driving you and _____.”

Minseok chuckled at the little face you made after hearing Yixing ask the same thing you did, “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

Your mate made his way down the stairs, finally uncovering his eye and blinking a few times. When he got closer, you held his face between your hands and looked into it, but it looked pretty normal to you.

“Am I gonna make it?” he asked in a baby voice, looking at you with wide eyes and his lower lip jutted out.

You giggled silently, playfully whacking his arm.

“Alright, let’s go,” he grinned, nodding toward the door. “See ya, Yixing.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Yixing called over his shoulder.

Minseok paused in the doorway with a smirk, “Where’s the fun in that?”

And then he shut the door.

-

You and Minseok sat on a bench just outside the ice cream shop, watching as people walked by. It was a little difficult having a two-way conversation when you needed to your hands to eat, so Minseok talked about his day, rambled on about his thoughts, and basically said whatever came to mind. You just listened, but you enjoyed hearing him speak.

“Actually, something I thought of this morning,” he began, switching topics suddenly, “was babies.”

You paused as you were about to put some ice cream in your mouth, glancing over at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye.

He giggled at your reaction, shaking his head, “Don’t look at me like that!”

You closed your mouth, a smirk forming on your lips as you slowly set your cup of ice cream down on the table.

“_____-ah!” he laughed. “No, listen -- it’s because I had this dream last night that--”

So you dreamed about having kids?

“Can I talk?” he joked.

You can, but I can’t.

He sighed, “I should’ve seen that one coming. I swear, sometimes your jokes are worse than Junmyeon’s. But anyway, as I was saying. So I had this dream that we had this little two-year-old and everybody in the pack loved her so much, and then when I woke up all I could think about was having a kid around in the house. I feel like everybody would get very... Ah, what’s the word...?”

Soft?

“Yeah,” he laughed with a nod. “But, I was also thinking about how I can’t wait to have our own kids in real life. Let me tell you, our son was adorable.”

We had a son? What did he look like? What did he act like? What was his name?

Now, even you were excited, signing question after question as Minseok just giggled at you. You would even start signing one question, and then stop in the middle and switch to a new one. Minseok always said you were stuttering when you did that.

“Yah, finish your ice cream before it melts,” he told you, nodding to your half-finished cup.

You let out a quiet sigh, picking up the cup and spoon to continue eating. As you ate your ice cream, you listened to Minseok continue to tell you about the future that he wanted to have with you -- that he was going to have with you -- and you listened happily to it all.

It was hard to believe that a year ago, you never thought you’d be happy with anybody. It was hard for you to communicate with anybody, and nobody ever really took the time to learn to talk to you except for your immediate family, and the few close friends you had. But now that you had Minseok, the happy future you used to think to be a fantasy actually felt like it could be a reality.

[smuttyfairy]

Hurt {KJM} (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Description: You and Junmyeon met because the two of you sang a duet together. Things quickly escalated - way too fast for Junmyeon to comprehend.

Genre: Angst / Implied smut

Word Count: 1,495

Warnings: Sexual Themes

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader (feat. EXO)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

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“No, I get it.” You shook your head as you took a step away from him. “You don’t have time. You’re too busy.”

“Don’t be like that - look, when you first came in that door we might not have had anything going on but you knew I was busy.” He stopped, running his fingers through his hair. “Anything that happened after that was a spur of the moment decision and nothing can come of that.” It had been over three weeks since you saw him last; you didn’t know why you came here and now you kind of wished you didn’t.

Your heart felt like it was being crushed. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. He was right, it was a one time thing. You were a one time thing.

“Don’t look like that.” His voice was quiet. “Don’t look like you’re disappointed. Like you actually wanted something to happen.”

The silence seemed to stretch for years before you started to leave. He almost reached out for you, you could see his arm move, but he stopped himself.

“Please say something.” He pleaded with you.

“Fine,” you said before you turned to look at him, “fuck you. I thought that maybe you might consider someone else in a situation like this, but you didn’t. You proved me wrong. Thank you for proving me wrong.”

His jaw dropped as you found your way to the door.

“I did consider y-“ His voice was cut off when you shut the door behind you. You waited until you got in your car to start crying.

He, on the other hand, was in shock. Why did that hurt him so badly? He snapped out of it when he felt a smack on the back of his head.

“Really, Jun? A spur of the moment decision? You didn’t buy a fucking puppy.” Baekhyun looked at him with a frown.

“You’re here?” Junmyeon sighed, furrowing his eyebrows and running his fingers through his hair. “Damn it, Baek, Minseok’s going to kill me.”

“Yeah, probably.” Baekhyun nodded. “She’s his best friend and he told you to stay away from her. He knew you had interest in her. Everyone knows, but we figured you’d be the last person to act in…the spur of a moment.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

You were Minseok’s best friend. Junmyeon definitely wasn’t the closest with Minseok but he was close with him all the same - and he’d betrayed him. Baekhyun was never supposed to know; none of the boys were to know.

You met him through Minseok - the two of you did a collaboration together because your group needed the publicity and well…he needed a song. You’d known Minseok for a long time, and he presented you with the opportunity and you didn’t even think about saying no for a second.

You were shy at first, you knew of his vocal talents and while you had some as well, he was the leader of EXO. There was so much to live up to. You walked in that day, meeting him for the first time.

He shook your hand and introduced himself, bowing slightly to you. You did the same, finding yourself staring at him for too long. It took almost a week for the song to get recorded, then another two weeks for the music video.

He put his number in your phone and told you that if you ever needed anything, you could always text or call him. He’d always answer for you.

He, in a short amount of time, had your heart fluttering. It didn’t help that your song with him was a love song - a duet supposedly performed by two lovers about the depth and reality of love.

The next time you saw him was when Minseok invited your group and the rest of EXO out to celebrate. There were three other girls in your group - Gayoung, Mina, and Yoona. Somehow, you ended up talking to Junmyeon again. He bought you a couple drinks, having a few himself.

His soft cheeks were flushed red by the time you left. You weren’t even sure how it happened - you hadn’t even kissed him, yet the sexual tension was almost too much to bear. His driver picked the two of you up.

Only when the two of you were alone in the backseat of the car did he kiss you. His lips were soft, you could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

You could barely remember the rest of the night. You remembered going to his dorm, his lips all over your body, and his moans that replayed in your ears over and over again.

You woke up the next morning and you were quick to leave. You didn’t leave a note or text him, what could you do? You’d just slept with your best friend’s friend; his leader, and you felt ashamed that you wanted to stay. You wanted to wake up next to him and not be rushed.

You wished you could stare into the sleepy eyes you swore you caught as you rushed out of the door.

He called you before you could even make it home. You declined it, sniffling and wiping your tears as you drove. You knew he was busy but you thought he was kinder than that. You thought that there was no way that he’d use you like that.

You were wrong, though, and he proved it.

You got another call, but that time it was Baekhyun. You sniffled again before you answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I just wanted to know if you - are you crying?” His tone changed to a soft one as he came to the realization.

“Um, no, just allergies.” You told him with a chuckle.

“In the deadass of winter?” He deadpanned.

“Okay, maybe I am crying, my cat died - what did you need?”

“Sweetie, why are you really crying?” His frown was evident in his voice and you could almost see it from all the time you’d spent around him.

“Sweetie? You’re not that much older than me.” You chuckled. “But it’s no big deal.”

“You can trust me.” He insisted. “I won’t tell anyone. Not even Minseok.” You let out a sigh before deciding that there was no harm in it. Even if Minseok did find out, he had no reason to be upset.

Junmyeon was sitting quietly in the kitchen with the rest of the boys, who had noticed that he was unnaturally quiet. Just two hours earlier, he’d sent you away with the excuse of him being busy. You were busy too; you were an idol just like he was. Some idol he was, he basically used you just to throw you away.

He picked at his food, barely able to stomach anything. He wanted you to know that you weren’t just one night for him, but he couldn’t ever really have you and he was just sparing the two of you from getting hurt.

Or maybe…maybe he was just trying to save himself.

The door slammed shut and all eight of the boys looked up to see Minseok. His eyebrows were furrowed and Junmyeon’s heart sank. What had him so angry?

“Are you okay?” Jongdae asked him, standing up to walk to his friend.

“Nope.” Minseok said bluntly, shaking his head. “(Y/N) just called me. You guys can’t say anything because I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Spill.” Baekhyun said, nearly leaning over the table. Junmyeon stared at Minseok, not saying a word.

“She’s pregnant.”

Junmyeon’s blood ran cold and his heart sank into his stomach. Not only had he sent you away, he’d sent you away while you were carrying a child that could very well be his. The room was silent before Kyungsoo spoke up.

“Is it yours?” He asked. Before Minseok could speak, Junmyeon scoffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s his best friend. They haven’t slept together.” Junmyeon pointed out. He saw the look on Minseok’s face and his chest started to hurt. “You haven’t had sex with her, have you?”

“I-I mean,” Minseok paused, “A couple weeks ago she was sad and so we went out for some drinks and I - we might’ve - I could’ve sworn I was safe though -”

Junmyeon couldn’t stop himself. Within seconds, Minseok was pinned against the wall, the other seven boys watching in shock as their leader lunged at their eldest member. Chanyeol and Baekhyun quickly stood and grabbed Junmyeon, pulling him away from Minseok.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Minseok hissed at him. Junmyeon realized what happened and he shook his head.

“I-I’m sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know why I -” he cut himself off, quickly rushing to his room.

He grabbed his coat, exiting his room and heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” Minseok asked in a bewildered tone.

“For some air.” Junmyeon breathed, hurrying to close the door behind him.

He needed to find you.

[oh-beyond]

Saviour AU - Part 22 (M)

He wasn’t rich like the others, he didn’t really fit, but he was part of the group, the rich boys that had investments in one of the biggest companies in the country, they were powerful and handsome and they could get anything the wanted, money had corrupted their every day actions, money that Byun Baekhyun didn’t have, to what extent was he like them?

You were lucky enough to be delivering the coffee every morning, you just wanted to see him, and to see him meant seeing the others too… You had faith that he was different… just don’t trust him too much he might surprise you, and not in a good way.

Business AU/Angst/Smut

Baekhyun x Reader ft. Chanyeol, Chen, Kai & Lay (Mentions of EXO OT12)

Warnings: Nudity and suggestive situation.

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< Part 21 - Part 23 >

“I want Chanhyun back” you cried.

“I will bring him back, I promise” he slid his hand to the nape of your neck planting an open mouthed kiss on your lips that immobilised you “I love you, I love the both of you, both my beautiful cupcakes.”

You let him kiss you without moving away, however your body clenched at the alien feeling of having Baekhyun’s lips on yours while your son was kidnapped. You felt horrible for letting that happen, but at the same time you knew Baekhyun needed it, and you knew you could provide him with a boost of energy with a simple kiss.

You watched him open the door to the apartment and run outside to meet up with Chanyeol, and as the door closed you did actually smile to yourself... his lips were on your again, his beautiful soft lips. Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun... Chanhyun’s father... 

Byun Chanhyun’s father just kissed you in the lips and said ‘both my beautiful cupcakes’

It felt strange and alien, but also natural and finally he was here...

Baekhyun as he ran to catch the elevator felt the same feeling, however intensified 100 times more. When finally the elevator’s doors closed he looked at his reflexion on the mirror and touched his lower lip smiling like and idiot. The taste of your lips vivid on his.

“Yes! Yes cupcake, my baby girl.”

He exhaled in relief leaning his back on the wall waiting to arrive, the dumb expression never leaving his face until he opened the passenger’s door to Chanyeol’s car.

“Wow, you look pretty Baek.”

“She makes me pretty, it’s her lips, her scent, her skin.”

“Poetic! Nice one man. Kissed?”

Baekhyun nodded displaying a smile.

“I am very happy Baekhyun” affirmed Chanyeol driving away. “I think I should go to give the ransom and collect Chanhyun.”

Baekhyun straightened himself. “No! It’s my duty, he's my son!”

“Yeah Baek, that’s why, in case anything happens... I don’t want to risk your li-”

“Shut the fuck up Park Chanyeol! As if I would let you!”

“But-”

“NO!” Yelled Baekhyun muting Chanyeol.

Chanyeol nodded driving in silence, Baekhyun wore his regular serious face bringing the briefcase with the money on his lap rubbing it impatiently.

They had arrived where they were told. Just underneath Mapo bridge looking for the blonde woman the kidnapper described. They were very nervous until Chanyeol’s phone rang again, Baekhyun pulling it away from his hand to reply.

“Yes!”

“Act less obvious, stop looking around, the woman is quite noticeable once she appears in the spot we agreed on.” Spoke Kris over the phone.

“I can’t see her!” Murmured Baekhyun shaking.

“Patience! We are just making sure you didn’t bring company.”

“We didn’t! I am not a fucking idiot!”

“Leave the money at the bench and go back where you are standing right now.”

And with that last demand Kris turned off the phone taking the sim card off the device breaking it with his teeth.

“So what now?” enquired Suho very anxious.

“Is the baby is still sleeping? I guess those drops I gave him worked.”

“WHAT THE FUCK KRIS!? WHAT DID YOU GIVE HIM!?”

“Relax dumbfuck! It’s only some relaxing drops. You do look attractive when you are angry Myeon-ah” teased Kris.

“I fucking hate your guts.”

“Sure you do. Now come on, show me how you walk with that dress down the ramp babe. Fuck me up!”

Suho ignored Kris rolling his eyes, he was wearing a black long coat with a large hoodie over his head and sunglasses, he got off the car taking the box where Chanhyun was asleep still and went where he was supposed to go. He looked at Kris one last time for encouraging but he regretted immediately when Kris winked at him blowing him a kiss. Suho was very scared, but the chill in Kris was appreciated, despite showing that he was annoyed by it, in reality he wasn’t.

He went down the stairs carefully holding the box, he noticed Chanyeol holding onto Baekhyun’s shoulders for moral support. Suho kept walking until he saw the bench, he walked towards it leaving the box then taking the coat off revealing the blonde wig and green dress.

“Baek! Look!”

“Let her take the money.” Suggested Baekhyun faking a clam tone.

“But where is Chanhyun?”

“He must be in the box, don’t tense me fucker.”

When Suho opened the briefcase making sure all the money they gave Baekhyun was inside, he sprinted back to where Kris had the car parked. Just then Baekhyun ran towards the bench opening the box meeting his son for the first time.

He gasped covering his mouth with his hand making Chanyeol worry. Chanyeol was asked not to move from where he was and for a moment he thought Chanhyun was harmed, but when Baekhyun lowered himself picking up Chanhyun he was relieved.

The scene was so strange from a distance, father and son, Baekhyun sniffing on his baby as he hugged him, but Chanyeol knew better, Chanhyun’s sleep wasn’t that deep, he looked lifeless...

Chanyeol rushed towards Baekhyun and without thinking it twice he pulled the baby out of Baekhyun’s hands.

“Hyun-ah!” He cried making confusing Baekhyun “yah! What’s with you baby? Wake up!” He placed his ear on Chanhyun’s chest to hear his heartbeats that he luckily found steady, but still he looked pale and unwell, he kissed his forehead rubbing on his back “Hyuna-ah! Hyuna-ah!”

“Chanyeol! What are you doing to him? Why are you handling him so roughly? give him back!”

“Move away Baekhyun!” 

Chanyeol knew there was something wrong with Chanhyun, but finally Chanhyun opened his eyes lazily, Chanyeol sat down on the bench placing Chanhyun on his leg bending his head down slightly.

“Chanyeol! What are you doing with him?”

“Shhh. Come on Hyun-ah!”

And there it was, the baby vomited big time all over the ground, Chanyeol just knew and felt that the kidnappers might of given him something to soothe him and luckily he brought it all up.

“That’s my boy! Good boy!” Chanyeol patted on his back cleaning his mouth with a tissue he had in his pocket, when Chanhyun recognised Chanyeol he  started crying touching his face and pulling on his hair. “That’s ok Hyun-ah, you are safe now.” He hugged him closing his eyes feeling the small body between his arms.

Baekhyun felt like shit, he understood that his friend was there when he wasn’t, nonetheless it felt really bad. He cleared his throat making Chanyeol open his eyes again.

“Oh, Baek, sorry I-”

“Don’t worry man, he’s all he knows” sang Baekhyun sitting down next to them.

“Look Chanhyun, this is you appa.”

Chanhyun looked where Chanyeol was pointing returning his face to Chanyeol’s shoulder in refusal.

“Look, he is very nice, don’t you want to meet him? He’s my best friend” he tried again, Baekhyun lifting his hands inviting Chanhyun to come to him, but Chanhyun kicked and didn’t want.

“I think we should go back home, ___ would want to see that Hyun-ah is safe.” Suggested Baekhyun looking at his feet.

“Don’t get discouraged Baek, he’s just a baby.” Cheered Chanyeol standing up.

Baekhyun nodded following Chanyeol to get the best view of Chanhyun, his hand reaching for his leg to feel his little feet and occasionally play peek-a-boo with him, but all Chanhyun did was bury his face onto Chanyeol’s neck making Baekhyun sigh.

Chanyeol entered the passcode to his apartment and as soon and Chanhyun recognised the place he kicked with his feet for Chanyeol to let him crawl his way to his favourite place where his toys were gathered in the living room’s corner.

“___! Look who is here!”

You heard Chanyeol announce cheerfully, then you heard little hands slapping the floor crawling his way to his corner, you saw his body move and he was there, your baby Chanhyun.

You ran towards him and opened your arms picking him up kissing him everywhere possible, checking his little fingers and toes and back to his face and kissing him again and again. He was kicking excited when he saw you again, and as if nothing ever happened all he really wanted was to go to his corner and play in the mat.

“Just let him go now ___, he’s alright. Don’t make him feel there is something strange going on.”

“But he looks pale, did he lose weight Chanyeol? Should we take him for a checkup?”

“He’s alright ___, just let him go play” Chanyeol then hugged you both... all while Baekhyun just watched in silence. He was unnecessary, he didn’t fit, but this time he wasn’t going to leave, he was determined to fight for what was his.

He cleared his throat again making you and Chanyeol detach yourselves from that teasing hug that seemed never to have an end, feeling jealous of the numerous times you’ve said thank you to Chanyeol.

“Baekhyun please come in, it’s your house bro.”

He nodded shyly and sat across from you watching you and Chanhyun in your lap that kept kicking to be let down.

You finally let Chanhyun down lifting your gaze making eye contact with Baekhyun. “Thanks ah... thanks Baekhyun.”

He smiled widely. “Don’t thank me please, as you said it’s my duty.”

“So I think you should to bathe him ___.” Suggested Chanyeol enthusiastically.

“Yeah I will, let’s go Hyun-ah... ahmm you can go now Baekhyun thanks.”

You disappeared to get the bath ready and Chanyeol took advantage to sit and talk to Baekhyun.

“She still hates my guts.”

“Sure she does, now listen up, bath time. This is such a big deal for ___, she’s always panicking whether the water is too cold or to hot or wether Hyun-ah will slip out of her hands, it’s mental man, like really big deal. So I will leave and she won’t refuse your help because fuck, she is paranoid. Tell her I went to call the guys and advise Kris and Suho hyung.”

“But Chanyeol, what if-”

“Bye Baek, go get your family back.” Chanyeol waived at Baekhyun leaving tiptoeing his way out.

“Chanyeol do you mind holding-” you asked stoping to look around the living room “where is Chanyeol?”

“He... well he, he said he wanted to go tell the guys and meet Yifan and Junmyeon hyung.”

You huffed running your hand over Chanhyun’s back. “Why didn’t you go instead?”

“I could maybe help you?” Baekhyun walked close to you lifting his hands to try and reach for Chanhyun but you stepped back. “Help you with Chanhyun, please?”

“Baekhyun go home.”

“I don’t want to go home, if I do come with me.”

You snorted covering your mouth “what? Baekhyun please, don’t act all-”

“Let me help you with that bath, hm?”

Baekhyun watched you getting little tiny clothes from the chest of drawers in the guest’s room placing them on the bed, all while you held Chanhyun with one arm. Baekhyun wanted to help but it seemed like you were ignoring him, not being able to even talk to him or simply look at him. It was a strange feeling, having him around you and around Chanhyun.

“I could maybe hold him while you get everything prepared?”

You stopped at his suggestion and faced him, you nodded awkwardly. “OK.”

Baekhyun tried lifting Chanhyun but again he just buried his head on your neck.

“I guess he is just not used to you.”

Baekhyun looked sad, he genuinely wanted to feel his son between his arms but it wasn’t that simple.

“Why don’t you fill the bath and put his bath toys in, they should be inside the bathroom vanity.”

Baekhyun rubbed Chanhyun’s head softly and headed to do what you asked him to.

He took off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves cleaning the bath before starting to fill it with warm water, you were leaning on the bathroom doorframe watching him, it felt surreal. Here he was Baekhyun, your Baekhyun preparing a bath for your son.

Chanhyun sneezed and Baekhyun noticed you standing.

“Hi.”

“Hi, how are you doing?”

“I think the water is ok.”

You went inside sitting on the edge undressing Chanhyun, you wiped his bum with a wipe and tried the water with your hand before letting him in.

Oh he was so happy, he missed his toys that he had at uncle Chanyeol’s, but... there was no bath seat to hold him still and the task was harder than usual.

“Baek, be careful! Please!”

“Wow he is very active, Hyun-ah!”

Chanhyun kept slapping the water splattering completely drenching Baekhyun’s shirt, you washed his hair and tried to make it as brief as possible but Chanhyun wanted to play.

“I think- I well... I think I will go inside with him so you can leave Baekhyun thanks.”

“But when you are done he won’t let me pick him up, would he?”

“Well this cannot be, he needs his bath chair.” You tried lifting Chanhyun but he started crying uncontrollably. “Oh dear he really wants to play.”

“Poor baby just let him.”

“Baek he’s moving too much, I can’t, what if-”

“I can go in with him, I mean you don’t need to leave, I’ll get Chanyeol’s swimsuit wait here.”

Before you had time to protest Baekhyun was out of the bathroom undressing himself taking Chanyeol’s swimsuit from the second drawer. In less than 2 seconds Baekhyun had taken off his clothes jumping on the almost Bermuda looking swimsuit that run too long on him. He looked at himself in the mirror fixing his sideburns going to the bathroom where you were now having a really hard time to hold Chanhyun still.

“Here I am!” He announced dipping his feet inside the bath taking Chanhyun from your hands sitting in the bath.

A cold sweat run down your spine when you saw him bare chested, you looked away faking to be doing something getting up.

“Don’t leave us alone, he is not used to me yet, I don’t want him to hate me, please?”

Chanhyun didn’t look upset because he was still in the water playing with his toys. You sat back down in the floor leaning on the edge trying to focus on anything that wasn’t Baekhyun, but it was being impossible as he kept touching your hand whenever you tried massage Chanhyun’s little frame.

“I feel the happiest I have ever been right now. I can’t believe that I am actually here, my son in my lap and you next to me.”

“I am happy that you are happy about Chanhyun’s existence, but that’s all it is to it Baekhyun.” Your voice monotonous.

“You know he does look a lot like me, I think he’d love to have me close to you.”

“It would be lovely to have you in his life, but not me Baekhyun.”

“Cupcake!”

“I’ll go get a towel, I think he is comfortable enough with you now.”

You got up and went to your room fanning yourself, your tears threatened to make an appearance, you sat on the bed and listened to how Baekhyun was playing with Chanhyun smiling to yourself finally. You let them play for about 10 minutes returning with a towel watching them from were you stood. Chanhyun was having a blast with Baekhyun, he was submerging his plastic toys releasing them making them float doing noises and Chanhyun was giggling his life away. You could breathe... everything you ever wanted was in that bathtub...

“Come on, I think that is enough for one day.”

“But eomma~~~” Baekhyun pouted encircling his arms around Chanhyun.

“No come on Baekhyun don’t spoil him. He needs to eat and sleep, it was too much for all of us today.”

Bakehyun nodded getting up handing you Chanhyun. You wrapped the towel around him and went back to the room.

You were almost done dressing Chanhyun when you felt Baekhyun’s hand on the small of your back before sitting down on the bed leaning on one elbow next to Chanhyun watching how you professionally put his diaper on.

“I’d love to try.” He mused kissing Chanhyun’s forehead.

“You should put some clothes on yourself Baekhyun.”

“It’s very warm. How about you teach me how to do this?” He insisted getting up beside me placing his hands over yours while you tried putting Chanhyun’s vest on.

“Baekhyun don’t, not now.”

You lifted Chanhyun and headed outside to prepare him a bottle and Baekhyun followed you.

“Where are you going?”

“He needs a bottle and go to bed.”

“Let me hold him while you do that, he’s my pal now” Baekhyun extended his hands and Chanhyun didn’t refuse this time. “See? He knows his appa.”

You ignored him and made the warm bottle of milk while Baekhyun bounced like a child with the baby making him giggle. You couldn’t deny that it looked amazing. You loved it. It was almost perfect.

“Let me feed him. Let me~~~”

You offered the bottle and watched Baekhyun sitting in the bed his back on the headboard. You sat next to him and watched how he looked at his son with his puppy eyes while Chanhyun drank contently discovering his father’s face with his tiny hands.

He finally and after a long day Chanhyun fell asleep, after that needed feed and burping like a champion.

“Put him him down Baekhyun.”

“I want to lie down next to him for a bit, please I want to hear him breath next to me.”

“Baekhyun.”

“No, please. Look, he has his my finger trapped between his, we don’t want to disturb him.”

Baekhyun placed Chanhyun carefully in bed and threw his arm around the small body covering himself and Chanhyun with the duvet.

“I love you.” Whispered Baekhyun looking at you.

“Huh?”

“I love you. Chanhyun.” He corrected himself.

“OK now he is asleep, you can leave now Baekhyun please.”

“And I love you, I love you cupcake.”

“And I don’t, I really really don’t Baekhyun, it’s not because I am upset or for everything that happened between us. It’s just... I do not love you anymore. It’s gone.”

He didn’t say a thing and he kept caressing Chanhyun’s forehead and eyebrows carefully with his thumb.

“Please go because I’d like to cuddle with my baby.”

“No one is stopping you, I too want to cuddle with my baby.”

“Baekhyun leave.”

“I am not leaving.” He pouted snuggling next to Chanhyun even more.

You exhaled and lied down too, Baekhyun slowly covered you with the duvet and just like that the 3 of you were under the covers, looking at each other and at Chanhyun in silence. Your hand caressing Chanhyun’s cheek while Baekhyun’s playful feet tried to reach yours.

“What do you want Baekhyun?”

“I want you.”

“Because you know that you have a son?”

“Not going to lie, that contributes to the desire.”

“Not good enough for me.”

“I thought he was Chanyeol’s son. I told you that I love you repeatedly, I thought I was being selfish wanting to take you from the real father.”

“Not good enough for me.” You repeated sighing rolling over your back looking at the ceiling.

“Cupcake.”

“What do you owe to EXO now? What in return of that amount?”

“I will work for them again. Forever, I hope that is enough.”

“And if it isn’t?” You asked looking at Baekhyun again.

“It will be.” He placed his lips over Chanhyun’s forehead kissing him lightly.

“You plan to stay here all night?”

“Yes, I am sleeping with my boy today, all night.” Baekhyun confirmed smiling.

It was about after an hour when Chanhyun started to cry, a change of nappy for sure. Baekhyun was snoring and his mouth was open, he looked cute and innocent. You got up and washed Chanhyun’s bum in the sink surprised when you noticed Baekhyun behind you rubbing his eyes, still bare chested wearing Chanyeol’s oversized shorts.

“Can I help?”

“No Baekhyun, but you should really go home, it’s just next door, have a good night sleep, I am sure you have business to do tomorrow.” “I asked for a week before joining the company to be with Chanhyun.”

You shook your head and walked past him when you finished wrapping the towel around Chanhyun. You changed him and in the process Chanhyun fell asleep again, you secured him in the middle of the bed encircling him with your arm. You waited for Baekhyun to go back to his place but instead you felt his arm around your waist, his nose at the nape of your neck.

“What are you doing?” You asked elbowing him trying to turn to face him.

“Stay put. Listen to me.” He whispered forcing you to to stay still. “I don’t know where to begin, but let me try.”

“Move away!” You elbowed him with all your force this time hitting him just under his chest causing him to start coughing. You turned around to see his face turning red. “You are going to wake him, shhhh.”

Baekhyun nodded and got up from your side feeling his chest. You covered Chanhyun properly and got up standing in front of him, your hand resting atop of the red spot where your elbow had hit him. Baekhyun looked down at your hand swallowing his need to keep coughing.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes, you did, and if hurting me meant you touching me the way you are, then hurt me again, hurt me all day.”

You looked at Chanhyun one more time tuning on the baby monitor. Baekhyun was confused when you returned to his side taking your lower lip between your teeth, your hand touching his chest again, this time looking at his torso.

“You want me to hurt you Baekhyun?”

He nodded happy like a puppy, his hair falling down his forehead looking the most innocent you’ve ever seen him.

You walked away and motioned with your finger for him to follow you, he gulped when he noticed your eyes and face expression had changed suggestively. 

You walked in front of him, slowly looking back as he walked behind you, he was almost drooling, he looked needy and desperate for you to touch him in any way. You entered the bathroom and lit a big scented candle that was waiting for you, as if you’d had this prepared already.

“You haven’t had a proper shower or bath since you came.”

Baekhyun doubled his eyes in size.

“Right Baekie?”

“Me? Baekie?”

“Well is anyone here called Baekie but you?”

“Yes, no, I mean-”

“Shhh, relax.” You hissed touching his chest with your nails. “Would you like to have one with me?”

“Cupc-” You placed your forefinger at his lips.

“You know I could use your hands on my shoulders, I am a bit stiff. Would you do that for me? Hm?” You asked touching your neck making him lose his shit.

Baekhyun nodded hysterically agreeing to anything you would give him. Anything.

“Get the water running, I will get a hair bubble.”

Before you even left the bathroom Baekhyun had pulled his pants down sloppily freeing his already hardened manhood. He opened the shower door and started the water getting inside looking at the door for when you came back. He was so nervous, he was already biting on his nails even though it didn’t take you 30 seconds to reappear in the candle lit bathroom.

“Cupcake~~~” He whined frowning.

“I just got the hair bubble, now get under the water.” You winked at him making him smile closing the door and obeying your orders.

He waited, he run his hands over his wet face, he let the water run through his hair and down his back. He waited.

And he waited.

“Cupcake?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Not yet. I am trying to look pretty for you.”

He scrunched his nose in satisfaction, it was that easy. You loved him. He opened the door of the shower and saw you in your underwear, when you noticed he was watching you, you felt exposed. The feeling was no longer as natural as before. Your legs crossed and you looked down shyly.

“Cupcake, come here.”

You played wit the straps of your bra unclasping it covering your breasts with your arms as you let the bra fall in the floor.

“Fuck! Cupcake, please come here.”

“You know I haven’t had sex since you got me pregnant, and I am not on the pill. Is it safe?”

“Come here! Cupcake please!”

You walked towards the double doored shower Baekhyun pulling you inside next to him making you gasp in surprise. He tilted his head aiming to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Have you had sex all this time?”

“What?”

“Answer me.”

“I well-”

“Well?”

“I- wha- cupcake!”

“That’s OK Baekie.” You mused running your fingers over his cheek making your breasts bare to him a little bit more.

He couldn’t cope, he kept swallowing not knowing how to approach you.

“My body has changed, and I gained weight and... my hips and my...” Your turned around feeling your butt cheek. “I am not as attractive.”

Baekhyun’s hands traveled to his head pulling his hair lightly. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What... is it...” You asked with a suggestive tone that had him trembling feeling his blood pulsating in the right places.

“I was all this time thinking of you.” Your hand slowly travelled from your navel to your centre. “I was very lonely.” You took his hand and kissed his fingers slowly before bringing his hand to your core.

He came close to you again but you pushed him away playfully. “Can’t you wait?”

“No.”

“As usual, you can’t wait.” 

You pinched your nipples making sure he took on the view, slowly and teasingly.

“Cupcake what are you doing?”

“Are you suffering?” You asked poking his erected member with your knee.

“Yes I am. Yes I am suffering because I love you and I want you near me and I want to tell you how sorry I am and kiss you-”

“How much are you suffering?” You looked down as he stroked himself. “Are you really in pain in here?” you moved forward tracing his tip with your thumb. “And in here?” You placed your hand over his chest.

“I am, extremely. I think I am going crazy, I can’t live without you.”

You took a step backwards smirking proudly. “Good, then I guess you will die then, because your dick ain’t coming near me. Ever again Byun Baekhyun.”

You scoffed watching him breaking into a million pieces. You loved how in power you felt.

“Cupcake! Please!” He tried reaching for your hand.

“It’s still all about sex. Yes I seem to have an effect on you. Sexual effect, you have absolutely no feelings. You are really dumb to think that I would just go and have sex with you, after all you did! I fucking hate your guts, you make me sick Baekhyun.”

“Cupcake don’t kill me, please listen to me.” He cried pulling your wrists to make you look at him. “I love you, I am nothing without you or without Chanhyun.”

You pulled your wrists free punching his shoulder. “Don’t you touch me like that ever again. I thought this was going to be harder, but I am so glad I got to finally break you. We will talk about how you will visit Chanhyun tomorrow. I’d also appreciate you leaving because I can’t stand you near me.”

You opened the shower door putting the bathrobe on as you heard his weeping satisfying you to an extent.

Oh it felt really good, breaking the man that broke you felt good.

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A/N: Nope I am not really sorry for him, she needs this for herself. Having her back this easy is not fair on her. Far from over and many things still will happen. 

Also back to Krisho cuz...

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed.

[legatariius]

GET TO KNOW YOUR RP PARTNER! ( repost, please don’t reblog )

tagged by: @burnsbriightly ( ily <3 ) 

tagging:  you!

BASICS

▐ NAME: antonia ▐ PRONOUNS: she  /  her ▐ SEXUALITY: bisexual ▐ TAKEN OR SINGLE:  single and not ready to mingle ▐ FIVE FACTS:

I can play the saxophone

during middle school I sang in a band and I was quite good at it??

I would punch god oh no, THE WHOLE WORLD for Hu./ang Zi./tao

I’ve known my longest friend for like 16 years by now and we’re still super close 

my best friend and I met through facebook rp and I can’t imagine a life without her anymore. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me and she puts up with me for like five years now.

EXPERIENCE

▐ HOW LONG ( YEARS/MONTHS ): uhm, since 2013 so like 5 years by now ▐ PLATFORMS USED:  facebook was my beginning and I still sometimes write there but my best friend introduced me to Tumblr rp and I am here since uhm... 2015? ▐ BEST EXPERIENCE:  meeting my little group of Friends whom I am still so close to. With two of them I meet up every year after new years eve and we are still in contact even after five years. We’ve had so many crazy rps, I can’t even list them all and they are ALL the best experiences ever and still what I remember clearly to this day.

MUSE PREFERENCES

▐ MALE OR FEMALE: male. Honestly. I tried to write female muses but it never really worked out for me? I just feel as if I am better at writing the males. ▐ FAVORITE FACE: I will list a few of my fave faces ( which I use on my multi tbh ) T./AO!!, Baek, Min./seok, Lu./han ( duh ), Ed./awn ... ▐ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: a little bit of everything tbh  ▐ PLOTS OR MEMES:  both but plots just fuck me up really good because yES give me that sweet development

▐ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  both tbh? a mixture of both is always good ▐ BEST TIME TO WRITE:  during the evening lbr ▐ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES:  most of the time I am, especially since I have a lot of OCs who I always relate to in a way. They all share some similarities with me. As for the canon characters? I usually pick characters who I can relate to and who also have a quite similar personality.

[sleepypie1212]

Save Me, part 1

I wrote Save Me smut. Don’t ask me why. It wrote itself.

In which Sang Mi has a favor to ask of Dong Cheol.

So very, very NSFW.

Listening

Seeing Sang Mi was like a gift, a glimpse of brightness in the cripplingly dark world of Guseonwon. Some sightings were better than others—her eyes were always turned inwards, grappling with the problems she dealt with, but if they caught on him and risked that momentary flash of acknowledgment and communication, that was a good sign. If her eyes looked bruised and her mouth (ordinarily so strong, and it was only at night, in between Dong Cheol’s dreams, that he could admit how much he loved the strength of that mouth, and how much he lived for the painfully few times he’d seen it relax into happiness) was skewed into raw horror…those were bad. He’d risked one of their brief conversations on the basis of a sighting like that.

He’d held her arm, and touched her lips, and been granted the gift of offering her a small measure of reassurance. She’d offered it back to him, and even if it was a lie, he knew what it really meant—she was still strong enough to keep fighting. They hadn’t broken her. They wouldn’t. They couldn’t.

But their interactions were rarely more than this—a conversation of the eyes, or at the very most a hurried exchange of whispers. That was how they stayed safe. That was how they were bringing a cult down.

So it was a shock to his system—a bolt of fear and delight straight down his spine—to look up and see her hovering uncertainly in the door of the storage room. He had two of their holy books in his hands, grime and sweat running down the back of his neck, and the fake glasses that gave him such headaches propped in his hair. He had been tasked with reorganizing the shelves, and the dim, dusty room seemed to trap the summer heat, making him slow. He was slow now. “Sang Mi—no, Spiritual Mother,” he corrected himself hastily. “What are you--?”

She raised a finger to her lips, and shut the door behind her, twisting the lock with a quick motion.

The hair on the nape of his neck rose, and he felt a cold sweat break out over his hot skin. Something was wrong. “Sang Mi,” he said gently. “Tell me. What’s happened?”

She looked past him, over his shoulder for a moment, formulating her thoughts into coherent order. She always spoke with such deliberation. Everything she said meant something. It didn’t come easily to her, he could tell—years trapped in Guseonwon had turned a natural habit of reticence into a defense mechanism. But it was always worth waiting for.

“I’ve told Apostle Kang that New Heaven’s God has demanded I spend time in solitude, meditating on the forthcoming spiritual marriage.” There was a sneer in her voice that required no particular perception to hear. “No one will come looking for me for a while.” Her fingers were interlacing with each other in swift, changing patterns, and his eyes focused on them. “We have a plan,” she said abruptly, and his eyes snapped up to lock with hers, “but if…just if…something goes wrong…”

Another jolt down his spine, this time pure horror. “Nothing will go wrong.”

“If it does. If it does. I don’t want him to win.”

He couldn’t follow. “I don’t—”

“He wants pure fruit. A virgin.” Her voice was savage, her hands now twisting each other.

There was a sickness that grabbed him by the throat if he thought of Baek Jung Ki raping Sang Mi. So he didn’t. Now his eyes shut as he reeled away from the thought. “No,” he said roughly. “I’ll kill him first. I’ll kill him right now if you’re afraid that’s where this is really going to end.”

He felt her move through the still air, her hands take his face between them, a demand he open his eyes and look at her.  He fought it, twisting his head, but her grasp tightened. “I’m not afraid, Dong Cheol. I’m not alone anymore, and I’m not afraid.”

He stilled, and looked at her. Her gaze was dark and deep, an implacable ocean, and not for the first time he wondered how anyone staring into her could think for a second they would win—you didn’t contain a sea like her. She took you instead, and if you drowned, well…he could think of a lot worse ways to die.  

“I just don’t want him to have any chance of winning.”

He laid his palms over hers, taking them away from his face and cradling them, lost in uncertainty. “I’ll never let that happen.”

“Good,” her smile was uneven, but undeniably there. “Then you’ll fuck me.”

His jaw dropped, and he scooped it up hastily. “Sang Mi. What…no...this…what?”

She almost laughed, and it stopped his heart for a second, before stuttering back into uncertain life.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out quite like that. But I don’t know how else to say it. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I don’t want to be a virgin if I have to face him in bed. I don’t want,” her voice dropped, “I don’t want his hands to be the first hands on me.”

Without conscious thought his hands had dropped to her waist, and she’d moved into the circle of his arms. The skin under her blouse was warm against the insides of his wrists, and the feel of her was overwhelming. The girl he’d been in love with since he was seventeen wanted him to sleep with her, and all he could think was how much he hated the world for doing this to her.

“It shouldn’t be this way,” he said mutely.  

“A lot of things shouldn’t be. But I’m going to rebel in every way I have open to me. And you are open to me. Aren’t you?”

The hesitation in her voice broke his heart. “I’d do anything for you. You know that. But. But I wish…” I wish that this was happening after I’d bought you flowers and asked you out properly and we’d gone for a ride on my bike. After I’d gotten to know your mom and taken you for a walk by the river. After we’d had meals together and I’d made you laugh at least a hundred times. I wish we were somewhere beautiful, not a dank storage room. Above all, I wish this was because we were madly, insanely, impossibly in love, not desperate and under threat and because your body is the only weapon you have left.

She was waiting.

He sighed. “I wish you’d given me a little warning. I don’t think I smell very good.”

Tenderly she lifted the glasses of his head and put them aside, before ruffling his hair. Her smile was fond, with only a hint of bravado. “You smell like the garden, and dust, and soap, and underneath that…” she leaned her nose in to his shirt… “just a hint of gasoline and highway. You’ll never wash the smell of that motorcycle off you.”

It was his turn to laugh, a little shaky, a little uncertain. “You can smell all that?”

“It’s just the smell of Dong Cheol. When you walk past me in the hallways, and I smell that I feel…not safe. But safer. Stronger.”

Alright then. They were going to do this. But how? He wanted this to be as good an experience for her as he could make it. Slow then, as slow as they could risk, and gentle. A good memory to turn to if things got dark. He shuddered at the thought of Baek Jung Ki putting his maggot-like fingers on the tender flesh of the girl in his arms, and Sang Mi started to retreat, misunderstanding.

“No, wait,” he said quickly. “Just wait. Let’s just…get used to each other.”

She was quiet, and for a moment he was worried. But then she pulled closer, experimenting with fitting her body against his. “OK.”

His breath was coming quickly, and so was hers. He felt like they were both frozen, improbable blocks of ice in that ridiculous room. Rapidly he thought of a distraction. “You smell like peppermint.”

“I do?” He could feel the shape of her smile against his shirt, and it made him smile in return. “Yeah. And something a little spicier, a little warmer. I think it might just be you. The smell of your skin.”

“Mm, that’s nice,” she sighed, and he tentatively snugged his arms closer around her waist. They just stood that way for a bit, savoring the unanticipated wash of peace filling up the spaces in between them.

Then a thought occurred to him. “Have you ever been kissed?”

There was that reflexive rigidity in her muscles that she had to force to relax. “No. I never dated in high school. I was always too…I was always thinking about Oppa. And then after, when I was here…they always kept a very close eye on me.”

“I see. Well then, Im Sang Mi, may I ask you for the honor of being your first kiss?”

She tilted her face up. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Yes, I do.” He said gently, and her face softened. No one ever asked in this place. They just took, and took, and took, until you were screaming in the dark. He was going to ask every step of the way.

“You may,” she answered, and he took a deep steadying breath. A gentle peck, he promised himself. Go slow, remember?

He leaned down and very carefully fitted his lips to hers. They were motionless for a moment, and he lifted his head, carefully gauging the reaction.

She was still, apparently doing the same within herself. “Not bad,” she admitted at last.

Dong Cheol laughed, filled with a surprising gush of relief. “I think we can do better than not bad.”

She eyed him speculatively. “You’re very confident. Kissed many girls, have you?”

He coughed awkwardly. “One or two.”

“You’ve been in jail for three years,” she reminded him.

“But I was in high school for two.”

Her mouth popped open. “Playboy!”

“Some girls like a whiff of danger.” He gave a reminiscent smile.

She tugged one of his ears. “You are a terrible apostle.”

His smile turned unrepentant. “Well, to be honest, paradise always sounded a bit boring. I’ve always thought burning was more fun.” He’d pulled her closer to him, unintentionally. He felt a lost sort of delight swimming through him. For all that their situation was…what it was, this felt so innocent, so playful. A game.

“Show me then,” she murmured.

He didn’t want this to be about him, about his pleasure, but there was a sharp, overwhelming hunger that flooded him at that. “If I go too fast, tell me.”

“I will.”

“If you change your mind—”

“I won’t.”

“If—”

She kissed him.

It started tender, half-hesitant, but grew hungrier within a matter of moments, making him rapidly re-evalute exactly who was in charge of this ‘education.’ He tightened his arms around her, one hand slipping into the dark river of her hair where he threaded his fingers. What had started out experimental was speedily turning demanding.

He turned her, backed her up against the wall and lifted her, her long legs coming around his waist. The rest of the world was doing a good job of fading away as he became absorbed in a satisfying rhythm. Gently, gently he coaxed her mouth open, felt her sigh in astonished delight. Shadows danced beneath his eyelids, and he let his hands move from her hair, let the fingers slide down the buttons on her blouse. Her own arms were around his neck, pulling him close.

“Wait, wait,” she panted and he froze. What had he done? He pulled back slightly, eyes darting anxiously over her face, trying to read what it was that had alarmed her.

Her pupils were blown, the tip of her tongue tracing the slight bite mark he’d left on her lower lip. “You first,” she said breathlessly. Her fingers flickered at the collar of his shirt, and he laughed, delighted.

“Fair enough,” he skinned out of it like a cat. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, and for a moment he felt self-conscious. “What?”

Her hands traced the contours of his chest, and he could feel the muscle in his jaw flickering as he struggled not to shiver at her touch. “You’re beautiful,” she said, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Very beautiful. You should know that.”

His heart melted. “So are you.” He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. “So beautiful.”

Her mouth quivered at that, disdainful of her own beauty, her burden. “Not like that.” He said. “Your beauty is…so much more than that.”

She regarded him, wide-eyed and vulnerable, and he felt a moment of such intense fury that she had so little experience with friendship and kindness that his inadequate words could move her like that.

“Kiss me again,” she said huskily.

He bent his head.

 ***

“Brother Dong Cheol?” A voice called from the door.

She nearly gasped, but he put his hand over her mouth, the other still continuing its work. He couldn’t…he wouldn’t…

“Yes?” He said, perfectly composed. One finger slid inside, and her neck arced back.

He was regarding her, eyes deep enough to drown in. He did something that made her stomach clench.

“Why is the door locked?” The voice was suspicious, a good little believer checking that the novice wasn’t doing something irreligious.

“I was struck with the divine inspiration to pray,” he answered back coolly, removing the errant hand, and sliding it under her head. “I was ordered by the Almighty himself to ensure I had no interruptions.”

There was a pause on the other side, which Dong Cheol took advantage of as a chance to lightly set his teeth to her nipple. She wanted to laugh and curse and kiss him all at once.

“The storage room is not for prayer, brother,” the voice said reprovingly.

“I know. Oh, believe me, I know,” he answered, sliding between her thighs, his nose nearly touching hers. Sweat lingered in the ends of his eyelashes and lit up the lovely lines of his shoulders. The intentness in his gaze was the holiest thing she’d ever seen. “But you can’t just ignore divine inspiration.”

He lifted his hand from her mouth and stroked her cheek, his weight resting on the arm he had crooked under head.

“Just this once, then,” the voice said, and retreated.

He kissed her and slid within at the same time, and she felt herself gripping his shoulders, arching her body up to his, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He rose and fell with her, and every motion felt like an invocation and an exorcism. Every burn mark left where Baek Jung Ki had touched her? Erased, wherever Dong Cheol’s fingertips feathered. Every nightmare of the old man hovering over her predatorily? Dismissed, by the lean hunger of her lover’s body. Every tender kiss, every silent question, every prayerful gaze…she could feel years of protective casing peeling away, leaving her light as a feather, as a bird, and just as free.

She closed her eyes and let the sensations take her away. Her last coherent thought was, So this is why everyone wants to get to paradise—it must feel like this.

 ***

That night she led the vigil in her somber dress of black lace, worshipping their monster of a Heavenly Father as he gloated like a fat white worm from the doorway. His gaze felt like contamination, like the touch of a dirty hand on her. If she looked at her arm, would she see his fingerprints? She gritted her teeth and stayed self-possessed. Let him look. There was a fierce well of exultation inside her. He was never going to get what he wanted. It had already been given.

In the back row sat Dong Cheol, quiet observer that he was, always self-contained in a way that made him stand out in the frenzy of the Guseonwon inhabitants. He was watching her, but she couldn’t let herself glance at him. Couldn’t bring herself too.

If she thought about it, even here in front of all these eyes, heat prickled along her skin and her mouth turned too dry to swallow. They had finished together, too dazed by their mutual abandonment to do more than lie in a tangle of limbs, watching the golden dust dart through the air.

It if had been left up to her, they could have stayed there forever, locked into a bubble of time that floated serenely past the rest of the world.

But it hadn’t been up to her. In the end, they’d had to hurry, afraid they’d be missed at dinner. He had helped her dress, planting melting kisses along her collarbone as he buttoned up her blouse while standing at her back, arms snaking around her waist, only half-dressed himself. He’d turned her towards the door at last, preternaturally solemn, and told her to go ahead, that he’d follow five minutes later.

She had left, one hand braced against the hall wall as she walked to keep her upright as everything inside of her and out spun and rearranged themselves into new patterns.

She didn’t know what he thought of it all. She didn’t know what she thought. All she knew was that it was a memory to slide into, like cold dark water against blistered skin.

It was an accident when her eyes locked with his over the head of the now gibbering audience. But once there, her gaze couldn’t tear itself away, irresistibly drawn by some secret magnet to his face. He gave her a small nod, smiling slightly, and her stomach turned over. Something light as cobweb flung out between them, a bond she couldn’t see, deceptively fragile feeling, but in reality so surprisingly strong. It made her feel so full of light, a brightness that might burst out between her teeth, at the ends of her fingers, from her eyes.

She’d begged them to save her. It was only now occurring to her there were so many ways to be saved.

[sebuntease]

My Ear’s Candy. (Mingyu Smut)

This has been in our inbox for months now definitely and I’m so sorry I only ever got to finish it now, to the anon who requested it, I’m so fucking sorry it took so long. There are still like 18 more smuts I have to finish and I’ve been working on my writing, I’ll also be editing some posted works if I get the chance to. Also, I’m sorry it’s short, this is probably one of the shortest smuts I’ve written probably cause I don’t know how to write oral just yet, but I’ll be sure to improve it. Thank you so much for waiting, and again I’m sorry if this was boring and stuff shit, I’m sorry. Wegkhagfkjawfa

-admin kate

this contains oral!sex, a little fluff, is kinda short. But I hope ya’ll like it.

“Te quiero.” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed across the loud speakers, it was the 2016 Thank You Festival and your boyfriend was featuring in Baek Ji Young’s ‘My Ear’s Candy’ with his fellow member Moon Junhui, Jun was a natural troublemaker you could say. You wanted to surprise Mingyu, because his schedule is always packed that he isn’t able to squeeze some time for you, but you understood that, it was his job after all and it was just something he loved doing, and you loved how passionate he was. So instead, you made some time for him, not only that but you had definitely noticed the extra lines on his forehead and his tired eyes, but even so his orbs held genuine happiness. He really didn’t want you to come today because he would be more nervous than usual because then he’d remember the last time that he had invited you to one of their shows, he remembered losing composure and it resulted in a good laugh with the members.

But shit, you knew your boyfriend was handsome, but boy does he look good in that suit, absolutely fuckable indeed. You love his tan skin just the way it was, his skin looked great on him. You never understood why he was so insecure about his skin tone, you’d always remind him he was perfect just the way he was. But maybe those never-ending questions that people would ask, ‘Why are you so tan?’ actually made him think about it more, when he really shouldn’t. But it really doesn’t matter at all, he’s so lovable that anyone would like him.

As you watched him intently, he was the only one you saw. You’d always be reminded of how much you love this person and how glad you were to be his significant other, and you were the lucky person, because not anyone could be in your place. Mingyu was everything you could ever ask for. As you stood backstage, you didn’t think you’d be this affected. You’ve seen him perform on stage loads of times, but his performance right now was sending tingles down there. He just looks so hot, you couldn’t wait for him to finish to give him a reward for working so hard. You also know how exhausted he was lately because you keep tabs on his members and they were more than happy to provide information about his condition, you all were great friends after all.

-

Mingyu walked off stage with Jun beside him, drinking big gulps as he quenched his thirst, his head still in the clouds after the performance. Bowing to everyone gratefully as they wiped off their sweat with folds of tissue, he didn’t notice you stalk behind the pillar just across from where he and his member stood.

“You’ve worked hard.” Their senior, Baek Ji Young had greeted the boys with the smile, and they return the gesture respectfully, bowing the second they saw her. A faint smile had spread across your features at their response.

Jun’s head swiveled around the place, looking for a familiar face, and just as his eyes landed on you, he gave you a knowing smirk. In which you replied with a sly thumbs up, you then noticed him chat with Mingyu a bit before speeding off, leaving your confused boyfriend behind. Just as you were about to tip-toe your way towards him, he sheds himself of the blazer he had on, even under his black shirt you could very well see his toned chest threatening to break through the thin fabric. You couldn’t help but swoon at the sight, you bit your lip slowly, the mere thought of  the countless things you could do to him and the countless things he could do to you.

You embrace him in a tight back hug and he jerks forward in surprise, but when he craned his neck to look at you, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Y/N!” He held you close, you buried your face in his chest, his cologne strong even thought he was covered in sweat beforehand.

“You looked so cool!” You gushed, and he gives you an embarrassed smile. “You were watching?”

“Saranghae~” You mimic him from earlier, and he only pulls you in for a savoring hug, because he missed you and maybe because he was just a tad bit embarrassed, knowing you’d tease him all about it later.

“I love you.” He sang softly as he held you tight, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. “You’re so cheesy, why am I even dating you.” You complain, but hide a smile as you bury your face in his chest.

“I really missed you.” He hugs you even tighter, making you struggle to breathe, he was a big man, he could bend you easily like a toothpick. You let out a squeal because of how tight he squeezed you, “Jesus christ, easy boy.” You joke, tip-toeing to pat him on the head, he pouts playfully, intertwining his large hands with yours, rocking back and forth on his feet as he leans close to you, eyes solely trained on your lips.

“Didn’t you miss me too?” He says lowly, in a suggesting tone that only you could hear. You bit your lip, looking around cheekily before replying, just as hinting.

“You bet I did.” You say softly, your eyes land on his lips, in which he notices and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “But there is something else I kind of miss.” your hands graze against his belt, a mischievous look on your face, you feel him tense against your touch.

“Yeah?” He almost growls, with a very cloudy look in his eyes, his hands land on your waist, pulling you closer, not wanting to leave even an inch of space in between you, and you could already feel something stiff poke against your stomach.

“Yeah.” You purr, hooking your hands behind his neck, slightly tugging at his hair and you could faintly hear him let out a quiet groan. “You know,” you start in a seducing tone, and at this moment you were both just staring into each other’s eyes, just deliberately forgetting about the fact that you were surrounded by people, people that were busy bustling around.

“You did a really amazing job today. Proud girlfriend here.” You whisper, and he hums lowly in response knowing you had more to say. “And this,” You tug at the collar of the shirt at his nape, he feels himself ignite something from deep inside him. Every single touch you gave, left a trail of burning desire.

Was this the effect of not seeing you in so long? If it was, then it had already been decided that you weren’t going to leave him hungry today.

“Looks really great on you,” Your husky voice was music to his ears, he had to resist closing his eyes and just listen to you speak all day, he just couldn’t get enough. Loving the compliments and knowing where the conversation was going, he once again hums in response. “And I’d really love it if you’d…” You were stalling your words, making him grow impatient, his grip on your waist tightened quite considerably.

“If I’d what?” His hot breath fanned over your face, growing impatient, but he still dares to take the torture.

“If you’d maybe…” You trail off, making him groan in protest. “Fuck, what is it.” He demands in a harsh whisper, grinding your hips to his roughly, and you only giggle at how he was rushing you. You were very turned on at this point, and the bulge on his jeans was more than enough proof he was too. “You gonna keep on giggling like that?” He taunts, leaning in for a kiss, but your finger was on his lips in a matter of seconds, stopping him with a sexy smirk.

“Not here.” You whisper, looking around to see a few eyes on the two of you already. He stomps his foot childishly, but he knew he had to resist. It was risky, too risky.

He takes your free hand, “But I’m already hard.” And he slyly places it on his growing bulge, and you immediately pry your hands away, looking around nervously. You hit him on the shoulder to scold him, but he only chuckles at your reaction. “Keep it in your pants for little longer.” He then scoffs in disbelief, “Then you should’ve made me hard later, not now.” He groans, you giggle at his childish reasoning.

“Why did you make me hard if you weren’t going to do anything about it.” He continues to whine, you roll your eyes and drag him somewhere, as eyes were falling on the two of you too quickly. He’s literally a man-boy.

“Shut it, what if someone hears?” You look around for any doors to go through while scolding him, he just tags along behind you.  “Then they’ll know you seduced me, and what’s worse- you didn’t take responsibility.” He answered, as if trying to blackmail you and you only snort in response. You didn’t notice him halt in his tracks and smiles to himself as he saw a sign that read ‘Pantry’.

Isn’t there a damn bathroom in this area?-

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt a grip on your wrist, pulling you into a cramped room, it smelt of a supermarket, weirdly. And judging by the neatly stocked food and chips you had only figured it was a pantry, and that it was very dark.

But it worked.

“Well?” Your boyfriends voice startled you, it sounded like he was just in front of you but he was at least a foot away, leaning against the shelf. He had this cocky smirk on his face, and you knew that face really well.

“You really couldn’t wait, can you?” He just watched as you walk closer, by the tone of your voice that was unusually low, he knew what it meant. Finally, some release.

He wraps his arms around your waist, capturing you in a passionate kiss, the sound of lips smacking against each other and naughty hands filled the small space. His hands find their way down your back, taking a handful of each cheek, he squeezed your ass making you giggle into the kiss, taking him aback. You break the kiss, starting to suck on his jaw, and all you could hear was his ragged breathing and grunts, your hands trail down his stomach and over his clothed bulge, palming him through his pants he lets a string of curses fall from his mouth.

“Fuck yes.” He groans, his knuckles were turning white as he almost desperately gripped the shelfs like his life depended on it. Your kisses, touches, everything was just driving him to a corner, it was driving him insane. He loved it. You could feel him harden under your hands, and you slowly got to your knees.

Boy, did he miss this sight.

You look up at him with your doe eyes, with a cheeky grin you slowly undid his belt, and just as you were about to pull it out of the rings, you place a gentle kiss on his clothed erection. He sighs upon the sight of you, on your knees, ready to worship his cock. It was everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Knowing anyone could waltz right in, you had to keep quiet in order not to draw any unwanted attention, but knowing how noisy and verbal Mingyu could be, you wouldn’t be surprised. But you liked it, seeing him writher under your presence, was a sight you were very fond of. Pulling his pants down, almost painfully slowly, you were met with his beautiful length. It made your mouth water, beads of precum had already leaked through the tip of his cock, the veins were very prominent, and he was very hard. You had no idea how long it had been since he’s last been inside you, but one thing you knew for sure was that you wanted him in you, now.

But time wasn’t on your side right now, you’ve only got enough time for a quick blow.

“I really missed your cock.” You give the tip a small peck, the precum staining your lips, you lick the salty substance making Mingyu moan in anticipation.

“Yeah?” He mutters, both of you at this point were starting to sweat, this room had no ventilation, it was very cramped, and it was very uncomfortable, but the two of you didn’t really care. “You know what I missed?” He asked, holding back a sigh as you wrap your hand around the base of his length.

“The sound your pussy makes when I fuck you hard, just how you like it.” You moan at his words, taking him in your mouth midway, the vibrations from your moans if not doubled, then tripled the amount of pleasure he was feeling. Warmth just spreading along every inch of his body. He feels his toes curling in his shoes, and you were positive you were also dripping with arousal.

You had trouble taking him all the way in, so your hands covered what couldn’t be reached, his hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to take him even deeper, he was already jabbing the back of your throat and you start sobbing around his dick, large tears streamed down your cheeks, and whenever you’d gag, he let out such pleasured moans, you just let him do it. After a few minutes of merciless mouth fucking, he pulls out, a string of your saliva connected your lips to his cock.

“Look at you.” He says more to himself as he held you by your hair, taking a good look at the dried tears, some of his precum dripped from the corner of your swollen lips, and your lust-filled eyes. He’s never found someone all tired out, look so beautiful. He leans down to give a long deep kiss, he almost grimaced at the taste of himself in his mouth, but he just really loved kissing you. “Will you let me come in your mouth?” He held your chin in his hands, his thumb grazing your bottom lip as he gazed deep into your eyes, you were totally under his word.

“Are you going to fill up my mouth again?” You say with a beam of excitement, he smiles at your eagerness. “Do you want me to?” He asks lovingly, and you nod eagerly, shifting on your knees. He rubs his hand along his shaft, and you watch hungrily, he taps the head of his cock on your lips, and your tongue circled around his head before taking him in once again.

You take him in a deep as you can, starting off slow. Your hands are fisting his shirt as you swallow him in, the sounds of slurping, pants, and the sound of faint music in the background. This was crazy. Giving your boyfriend head in some pantry, if someone knew what went down in here, you weren’t sure if they’d eat the food from here anymore.

When you gag around his cock, he accidentally bucks in your mouth, and you sob. “Yes.” He growls, eyes rolling to the back of his head in complete ecstasy. He was so goddamn close, and by the pace you were going, and your fucked-up state, he feels all the blood rush to his head. You moan around him for the umpteenth time, and he’d just lost it. He’s milking himself down your throat, his cock twitched inside of your mouth as he came, His hot cum trickled down your throat, the substance thick and creamy. His groans as he emptied himself out of you were heavenly.

He pulls out slowly, watching you with his cloudy hazel eyes, you leave your jaw slack, and he almost melts down at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks, flushed face and messed up hair, giving him a view of his white thick cum that just swirled around in your mouth, he gives off a look of authority, “You look beautiful baby.” His voice was a mixture of proudness, and content. You give him a curt smile, and swallow his thick semen. As you did he kneels down, locking lips with yours, yet again, you tuck in his now limp member in his pants, and you could feel him rushing to end the passionate kiss.

“I have to get going, they might be looking for me.” He genuinely seemed like he didn’t want to leave you so soon, but he had to. You give him an assuring smile, “It’s okay, you go ahead. I’ll clean up.” You say rummaging the pantry for any tissue or cloth to just wipe the accumulated sweat, drool and cum you were certain you had around your mouth. But he seemed to have a disapproving look.

“But I feel bad, you didn’t get to cum-” He protests but you cut him off immediately, “Then you can make me cum as many times as you want later.” You shut him up with a quick peck on the cheek. His concerned face morphed into one of mischief, “Later?” He gives you a cheeky smile, his tone was hinting.

“Yes, later.” You chuckle, seeing his excitement. “You’re staying?!” He wraps his large arms around you in a tight hug, but you could barely manage a ‘yes’ because of the lack of air.

“That’s the second time in one day you try to suffocate your girlfriend to death.” You say in a strained voice, and it was only then he lets go of you, now having an apologetic look. “But I thought you love my hugs.” He pouts.

“Do I?” You tease, and he only pouts even more, if that was even possible, seeing he was going to start sulking soon, “I’m kidding.”

“Sorry~ I just love you so much.” He acts cute, you had to hold back an eyeroll, he almost fails because of his deep voice, but since he looked cute anyway, you take it.

What did you ever do to deserve him?

But what he says next only made you anticipate what you were in for later tonight.

With a very innocent voice and face, the words rolled out of his mouth smoothly as he whispers into your ear. “You can just choke me all you want later then.”

So there you stood, watching his back as he walked away.

It was going to be one hell of a night.

[solastia]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love | 3

Chapters: (1) (2)

Pairing: Baekhyun x OC

Genre & Warnings: Smut as hell, the beginning of angst...

Note: Finally some action! Also, starting to increase the tension. Next chapter will probably be angsty AF, so I apologize in advance. I changed some things around for this awards show to suit my purposes. I mainly just wanted the look because I adore the velvet, however, I couldn’t find a good gif of just him wearing it. 

It’s been almost a month since the last time Crystal had seen Baekhyun. Twenty-six days, twenty-one hours, and fourteen minutes. Not like she was counting. She knew he was busy of course, but they lived in the age of technology. A simple “Hey, I’m alive and totally didn’t forget that I was just sucking your face off not that long ago.” Whatever. She was back in school and had better things to do. Wondering why Byun Fucking Baekhyun would mess with her like that was not one of them. Not at all. Who cared about his smiling face with the perfect voice and...

Crystal slammed hard on her brakes, stopping just in time before she hit the car in front of her. “Ok, new rule. No thinking of jackass idols while driving,” she mumbled to herself. The rest of the drive home was thankfully uneventful, and she managed to only be reminded of him every fifth song on her playlist.  

She finally makes it to the sanctuary of her room, somehow managing to dodge her Mom and the request to help clean in the restaurant that was sure to come. All she wanted to do was sink into her comfy bed and be as depressed as she pleased. She throws her backpack in the corner, gets dressed in her comfiest pajamas, and just as she’s about to slide into her bed, she finally notices the packages. There is one massive box right in the middle, surround by tons of little bags and boxes. She figures her Mom must have found some good deals or something and proceeds to go for the biggest box. She lifts the lid and moves the tissue paper, to see blue velvet. Pulling it out, she gasps. It’s one of the prettiest dresses she’s ever seen! It’s almost entirely dark blue velvet, off the shoulder, short, with black lace trim and a black poofy crinoline. Why would her Mom get her something so fancy? She lays it down almost reverently and goes through the other packages. There are matching shoes, some earrings and a bracelet that look like real sapphires. Even a matching bag.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on her door, and Crystal opens it to find a very annoyed looking Mother. 

“Where did you get the money to buy all this? They’ve been delivering packages all day!” She huffs at you, shoving yet another box at you. 

“I thought these were from you!” Crystal looks at her Mom in confusion, then turns to open the next box. Her Mom rolls her eyes and slams the door, and Crystal can hear her mumbling to herself as she walked back downstairs. 

If they weren’t from her Mother, and she certainly didn’t have the money for stuff like this, where could it have...

The next box opens to reveal midnight blue lingerie, and Crystal starts to think she might know the sender. Her suspicions are almost confirmed when she spots the necklace included in this box. It’s a tiny silver chain, with a “B” in sapphires. She sighs and looks at the lingerie. It is beautiful. Strapless delicate blue and black lace. The size is pretty accurate, surprisingly, and she lifts up the underwear to see...there is a damn hole. There is no coverage at all. Where did he expect her to wear crotchless panties? Who ignores someone for a month then sends shit like this? 

She spots an envelope in the spot where the underwear was and picks it up. Inside is a ticket and what looks like a staff pass to an awards show, along with a note.

If you don’t hate me yet, come to this tomorrow at 5pm. I’ll make it up to you ;)

P.S. Wear EVERYTHING

B

Crystal scoffs. This is...Ok, it’s kinda cute, in a cheesy Hollywood fuck boy kinda way. She sighs and looks around. The dress is gorgeous. Biting her lips, she debates every pros and con of why she should or shouldn’t do this. She glances at her closet door and stares at the poster she kept in there of him still. Of course, it had recently only been receiving more and more irritated glances as time went by with no word, but he was still there. 

There were a million reasons why she shouldn’t do it. If he just wanted to have sex with her and move on, she’d be crushed. If he was actually trying to have something with her, she’d have to live her life like she was single still. He’d rarely have time, and she’d have to keep everything secret. Would the little bit of time she got with him make everything worth it though? 

She was starting to think so but decided to wait until morning before making a decision. She moved all the boxes over to her vanity, before crawling into bed and falling asleep almost instantly. She dreamed of him.

Morning came, and as she opened her eyes, she knew the answer. She was going to take a chance. Even if nothing worked out, even if she got her heart broken, she’d feel worse if she didn’t at least try. With that settled, the rest of her day was spent getting ready. She broke into her savings and got her hair and nails done, before coming home to bathe and prep. After putting on the ENTIRE outfit, she looked at herself in the mirror, fidgeting with the necklace. She looked stunning if she did say so herself. Even the massive B on her necklace didn’t distract from the elegant dress. Too bad the breeze under the dress was going to take some getting used to. 

Crystal ran downstairs and to her car. She’d told her parents she was going to the awards show as part of an extra credit assignment, which they seemed to buy. She didn’t feel comfortable telling them about Baek quite yet. She wasn’t even sure WHAT to tell them since even she didn’t know what this was. 

Arriving at the show, she couldn’t believe the number of people everywhere. She found some parking a little bit away from the show and started walking. She doubted they would want to valet her little hoopty car. As she got closer, she felt her bag vibrate and pulled out her phone. 

Make sure to wear the staff badge

So he remembers how to text now? She taps out a quick reply. 

What makes you think I’m there?

That’ll show him. Make him squirm.

You’re here.

Shit.

Crystal sighs and stuffs the phone back into her purse, and follows the crowds. A member of security is checking badges and tickets, and after taking a quick glance at hers, directs her to her seat. She is in the corded off area, away from the fancy tables, but still very, very close. There is one big table next to her, and she looks at it suspiciously. He wouldn’t dare. There are cameras everywhere, and fans that pick apart every single interaction idols have. Her suspicions were confirmed when everyone started finding their tables, and right there next to her was the entire group of EXO. And there HE was, looking adorably smug in a blue velvet suit, and she realizes she matches him. Besides the hair. It’s red now and surprisingly suits him. Actually, she blended in rather nicely next to them, she noticed. 

Baekhyun plops down in the seat that just happened to be next to the cord. He was so close Crystal could feel the body heat coming off of him. His left leg slid over a bit until he was almost touching hers, but not quite. 

“You look so damn pretty,” he whispered, taking a quick glance at her, eyes lingering on the necklace for a second, before facing forward again. 

“I’m sorry, sir. Do I know you?” Crystal jokes softly, while picking at the lace on her dress, not quite willing to let him off so easy, although his simple compliment made her feel like a Goddess.

“I know. I deserve that. We’ve been working on our comeback, and I couldn’t get any time to myself. I can’t even text someone without people looking over my shoulder. I couldn’t stand it anymore though. I wanted to see you. I’m glad you actually came.” 

He sounded so sweet and sincere that Crystal forgave him instantly. Especially since she knew if she kept being upset he’d start whining. She took a chance and quickly shot him a smile, trying to project everything she felt in that one second before turning back to the stage. It must have worked because she heard him chuckle. 

“You smell so good. You always smell like vanilla and...I don’t know...you.” He whispered with a moan, leaning over a little bit.

“Shhhh. Are you trying to get caught already?” she hissed at him. 

“They’ll just think I’m talking or singing to myself. It wouldn’t be the first time. The important question is, are you wearing EVERYTHING I sent?” He asks casually, looking around the whole venue, missing the blush covering her face.

“Everything.” She whispers, and he snaps his head over to look at her, before glancing down with a hiss.

“Damn, this is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had. Now how am I going to perform thinking about that? I just wanted to know you were wearing it.” he whines loud enough that he attracts the attention of Chanyeol, sitting next to him. Who sees Crystal. And recognizes her. 

Crap.

HI! What are you doing here? He mouths.

She merely shrugs, not knowing what to tell him. He seems content enough with that and smiles at her before turning back to the stage. 

Finally, the lights start to dim as they get ready to start the show. For a few minutes, the room is almost black, and Crystal feels long fingers making their way up her thigh. She shivers and feels herself getting wet, but remains silent, even as they dip under the fabric of her skirt and brush across her bare slit. The lights start to get brighter, and she looks over to see Baekhyun putting the fingers into his mouth, grinning at her. 

The first half of the show went by fairly slowly. She clapped for everyone that received something, sang along with the performances, trying her best to look calm on the outside. Inside, she was a quivering mess. He found little ways to touch her the whole time. Even just something as silly as him passing her candy and caressing her hand as he pulled away or “accidentally” brushing the plushie in his hand against the side of her breast for the twentieth time. 

Finally, it was time for them to go back and get ready for their performance. As Chanyeol passed by, he flashed her a grin, and she mouthed GOOD LUCK!, earning herself a weird look from Baekhyun.

“Where’s my good luck?” he pouts, standing up from his seat, pretending to stretch. 

“You’ll just have to pretend I gave you a good luck kiss, I guess.” She teases, kicking his leg that was getting way too close. He uses the opportunity to pretend to trip and lands with his hand grabbing your thigh, kissing your shoulder.

“The media is going to go into a frenzy if you keep this up.” Crystal scolds him, pushing his hand off and hoping no one noticed. He merely pretends to blow a kiss to the crowd around you and saunters off with a grin.

They finally announce EXO, and she watches in amazement. She’d never been this close while they were performing before, and it was so powerful. Baekhyun especially. His stage presence was no joke, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. Of course, he knew it. He made eye contact with her as much as possible, and the dance was...thrilling. To say the least. He kept biting his lips and thrusting, and it didn’t take long before Crystal had to squeeze to thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. He was turning her into jelly. 

When the boys came back, she couldn’t even look at him. She kept her eyes on the stage and hoped everything would be over soon so she could hurry home and lock herself in her room for the next three days. Her plans to ignore him completely were destroyed when he casually leaned over with his thigh brushing hers. He froze and sniffed the air near her, before moaning. 

“You liked watching me that much, babe?” he whispers, his fingertips slyly caressing her legs. 

She’s so embarrassed to think he can even smell how aroused she is. She has to get out of here before she does something stupid. Baekhyun is looking around the room too, but for different reasons. 

“OK, I have a plan,” he whispers.

“Is it a good one?” 

“It’s a plan.” 

Crystal groans, knowing whatever he’s about to say is not a good idea, but knowing she’ll probably follow along anyway.

“Get up and go to the double doors on the left there. Step inside and wait for a few minutes. I’ll be there soon.” He whispers, his voice shaking a little. 

Oh, God. She knows where this is heading, and stupid idea or not, she wants to so bad. 

Crystal tries to make her way over without drawing any attention, moving as slow and unconcerned as she could. She flashes her badge to the guard by the door, and he nods her in. Once inside, she sees a long hallway, with several unmarked doors, an emergency exit, and bathrooms. She debates running away out of the exit before she hears the doors open behind her and arms wrap themselves around her waist. 

Baekhyun shoves his face into her neck and gives it little kisses.

“This isn’t how I wanted our first time, but I’m going so crazy I can’t stand it,” he mumbles, grabbing onto her wrist and dragging her into the women’s bathroom. There’s no lock on the door, but he pulls the very full trash can in front of it, so at least you’d have some before the door is pushed open if the worst happens. 

Seconds later, Crystal’s back is against the bathroom counter, his lips attached to her neck, nibbling his way up to her lips. He gives her a sweet peck, before grabbing her face and deepening the kiss. He turns Crystal around, their eyes meeting in the mirror, and he pulls away to take off his velvet jacket. Coming back behind her, they both watch as he pulls her dress lower to reveal the strapless blue lace bra. He hums appreciatively, stroking the front before pulling that down too. He moans and runs his fingers lightly across the already too sensitive nipples, making her gasp. 

“So very pretty.” he groans softly in her ear, then trails his hand down. Crystal bends over, touching her head on the counter, silently telling him she was ready. 

He flips the back of her dress up, displaying everything. With no barrier, she’d been dripping down her thighs all night, and it showed. 

“Fuck! I can’t take my time right now. But I promise next time my face will be down there.” he chuckles, pulling himself out and lining it up to her entrance.

He enters her slowly, groaning loudly, both of them still staring at each other in the mirror. She loved that she could see every expression on his face. He fucked her fast and hard, and she had been so turned on all night it took her no time to finish. She buried her face into her arm to try and quiet her screams, but Baekhyun grabbed her hair, forcing her to look back up at him. 

“Look at me when you cum baby. Shit, you’re gorgeous.” he slammed into her sloppily, nearing his own end, and watched as she came loudly, not even trying to be quiet anymore. He followed quickly, yelling as he finished inside her. 

Baekhyun collapses across her back, kissing her neck, his hand kneading her hips. He pulls out, and they put themselves back together, both blushing and giggling every time their eyes meet. 

“I can’t wait to do this properly. Although, that was pretty hot too.” Baekhyun strokes her cheek, grinning at her, obviously very pleased with himself.

He pulls Crystal to him and kisses her deeply, before pulling away and winking at her. 

“So, you’re the brains of this operation. Can we get back without being seen or should we leave?” Crystal asks, checking her hair in the mirror one last time. 

“If I’m the brains of this operation, we are in some SERIOUS trouble!” he laughs, moving the trash can away from the door, and peeking out. 

He checks the hallway first before signaling it was clear for them to leave. They separate and make their ways to their seats, certain no one had seen them enter or go together.

The awards show is over quickly after that, especially since Baek had managed to behave himself for the rest of it. Mostly. 

Crystal glances at Baekhyun as she’s standing up to leave. He looks over and grins, before making a motion towards his phone. The cameras are on his face right now, and he can’t get away with much. 

As she’s headed towards the exit, her bag vibrates. 

Wait near the white pillar. I wanted you to meet someone. 

That sounds ominous, but she does as he asks. She’s worried it’s his manager or something, mentally preparing for some long speech about discretion. The venue is practically empty at this point. Mostly staff and straggling idols, so she’s not as worried as she was, but she keeps the staff badge on, just in case. A few minutes later, she can hear Baekhyun talking and turns to see him with an older man. Baek flashes her a grin, before making introductions. Not a manager, a music producer.

Crystal smiles politely, not really sure what else to say, so she looks at Baek curiously. 

“I gave him a copy of your CD. He loved it! They want to sign you.” he’s practically yelling and hopping around as he explains.

“What?” She can’t have heard right.

The man smiled gently and nodded. 

“It’s true. We were quite impressed. We’d like you to come in on Monday so we can get the ball rolling. You’ll have to do a small audition for the president, but you’re pretty much already accepted. See you then.” He nods again at the both of them and leaves without waiting for a reply. 

Baekhyun looks at Crystal, absolutely beaming, so pleased with himself, meanwhile she’s never wanted to smack someone more in her entire life.

“How could you do this to me?” 

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My Promise |Baekhyun Scenario

A fluffy date on Baekhyun’s day off. 

(there are hints of smut but nothing more than pg-13ish and a sentence or 2 that implies more than pg-13 actions) 

It was finally the end of EXO’s restless weeks of promotions and Baekhyun wanted to spend every moment of his one day off with me. He told me to meet him at a coffee shop at midnight so that we could have all 24 hours just bfor us.

I arrived around 11:45 and there was a worker there to let me in, but as soon as I sat down at a table that was decorated with sunset roses and 2 cups of what smelled like red velvet hot chocolate, he disappeared into the back room never to reappear again this evening.

I sat waiting for Baekhyun, but midnight came and went. I was all alone and it was almost 12:30 when I heard a sound coming from somewhere in the coffee shop.

The voice was faint, but I knew exactly who it was. His distinctive smooth vocals that would caress the air as he sang while the light taps of his feet on the rustic wooden floors set a slow and relaxing tempo. He wasn’t that close, but I knew he was here.

I heard the gentle steps approaching as the voice grew louder and the words more distinct. I smiled, not looking away from the now luke-warm hot chocolate, since I knew that the second I did, I would be attacked with one of the worst tickle fights of my life since that was our usual greeting. I would normally just let it happen, but I would rather, in this moment, just let his voice serenade me instead.

As the chorus was coming to an end, he slowly moved to lean on the table across from me, trying to pull my gaze up from my drink. I snuck a glance and blushed as I caught a glimpse of the man who was all mine. His dark silk shirt was unbuttoned at the top and he had on tight black jeans that accented his newly dyed hair. His eyeliner only enticed me to glance up again to admire his beauty and talent for a moment longer.

Baekhyun was giving me a slightly amused smile as he continued to sing softly acapella. I noticed that the song was almost over.

I glanced through the window just behind him, only to notice that the snow has slowly began to fall gracefully from the sky. I smiled softly and looked away from the window to the love of my life as the last words of the song were sung.

As he finished, the lights in the café dimmed to the point of barely being on and Baekhyun pulled out a box of matches and lit the few candles that were scattered on the table, illuminating his features.

“Hi,” He said softly as he pulled his chair closer to mine.

“Hi,” I responded with some bewilderment at the effort his put into the night already. I saw him admiring the smile that had crept upon my face as he grabbed my hand and gently kissed it.

“Can I get a real kiss now?” I asked as he shifted to wind his arms around my waist.

“That depends,” He said in his playful tone as a mischievous smirk found its way onto his face.

“On what?” I asked as I slowly moved my lips closer to his.

“Is that extra hot chocolate for me?” he erupted into his contagiously boisterous laughter.

“I can’t imagine it belongs to anyone else.” I responded as I closed the gap between us.  

Baekhyun immediately responded to the kiss and I savored the moments like these where we could get lost in each other with no interruptions.

His hands roamed from my waist to my thighs and he was venturing into territory that should only be encroached on in a much more private place than a coffee shop, even if we were alone.

“Baek-“ I breathlessly moaned as I broke away from his lips, “we can’t…not here…”  His lips moved to my jaw and then along my neck until he found that one spot that always makes me melt into his touch. “Later….I promise…but not here…” I barely got my words out before Baekhyun took hold of my bottom lip with his teeth and lightly tugged.

“If that’s a promise, then we can continue on with our date and come back to this later,” he seductively answered.

He moved my head into his lap and began telling me the stories of his travels abroad: The fights between Kyungsoo and Chanyeol, the crazy amount of money Suho spent to keep everyone happy, and the crazy new choreography that both Sehun and Jongin almost broke their necks trying to perfect.

We talked through the night, and before I realized it, the sun began to rise outside of the café.

Moments like these with Baekhyun were my favorite. We were laying in the early rays of the morning, letting the light caress our faces as he gently played with my hair. He combed his fingers through my soft curls as we watched the colors of the morning blossom.

“I know I promised you a whole day,” Baekhyun began with sadness creeping into his usually warm smile, “But we have to leave to go back to China this afternoon.”

He leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry.”

I sat up and pulled him towards me for a passionate kiss.

“Then I guess we should head back to your place so I can help you pack…” I said softly on his lips as I pulled ever so slightly away.

“Is that all you want to do?” He asked softly as his lips found their was to the corner of my mouth.

“Well…If I recall…” I began as I unbuttoned a few more of the buttons on his shirt, “I have a promise to keep…and we don’t want to turn me into someone who doesn’t keep her promises, now do we?”

Baekhyun kissed me fiercely as he pulled me outside to hail a taxi.

This day together might be cut short, but I was going to make sure it was one where we could never forget a single moment.

~Rugi