#bottom!Sehun

[eomayas]

exo getting caught simping for you

a/n: it’s ok to be a simp! some are suggestive (jongdae, baekhyun, sehun) this is a bit long btw!

minseok: “i miss you,” he says into the phone, cradling it to his ear. he can practically hear your smile when you respond with i miss you too. “what are you doing right now?” he asks, pulling the blanket closer to his chin and snuggling deeper in the bed. minseok wishes it was you that he was lying with, and not these hotel pillows.

“talking to you,” you reply cheekily. minseok giggles at this the way only a person in love would. “baby, you should probably get some sleep. you have a show tomorrow.” you say and he sighs, his bottom lip jutting out slightly.

“but i want to talk to you!” he whines, somewhat like a child would. you only scoff and tell him that he can call you in the morning after he’s had some rest. “fine. i love you, honey!” he says, just as the hotel door opens and jongin and baekhyun walk in, jongin making a face at him and baekhyun laughing.

“i love you, honey!” jongin mocks, bursting into a fit of giggles. “is that jongin?” you ask, amusement in your voice.

minseoks cheeks turn red. “yes, goodnight, y/n,” he says, rushing to get off of the phone.

“don’t hang up on me!” you say, letting out a light laugh at his embarrassment.

“y/n,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow. jongin and baekhyun are quietly waiting for him to say something so cheesy and incriminating, so that they can use it against him later.

you giggle and sigh. “alright. goodnight minseokie, i love you. tell jongin i love him too,” you say, blowing him a kiss into the phone before hanging up. minseok would have blown one back, but he is already getting mocked by his younger members and can’t handle the teasing he’s going to get for the next few days.

“minseokie!” baekhyun yells, making smooching sounds at him. jongin giggles and joins in, the two men jumping onto his bed and shouting the nickname and pretending to be you on the phone.

minseok wishes he was dead.

junmyeon: “please don’t leave,” your boyfriend groans, burying his face into your neck, holding you close to him. you rub your hands up and down his back soothingly. “come with?” he asks, pulling back to look up at you with wide eyes.

“no,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss. suho let’s out a groan and a fake cry, and you laugh. “you’re such a baby.” you say, running your hands through his hair.

“yours,” he says quietly, and you smile, squeezing him tightly before patting his back and telling him that he needs to get ready to leave. junmyeon stands up straight and looks down at you, a dejected look i’m his face.

“oh my god, you’re so dramatic!” you say, and he cracks a small smile. you gently whack him on the chest and clutches your hand in his, settling it over his heart. “it’s only a few days.” you say, rubbing his forearm with your free hand.

junmyeon juts out his bottom lip slightly. “i dont know what i’ll do without you,” he says, and a brief snort makes you both perk up and look around for culprit, finding sehun wheeling his suitcase behind him.

“you’re so dramatic,” sehun says to junmyeon, laughing at his leader and older friend. junmyeons face sobers, turning bright red at his youngest member making fun of him and seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

“go away,” junmyeon all but whines and stomps his foot as he says it, making you giggle at him. he rolls his eyes at you and you wave goodbye to sehun who (for once) listens to what junmyeon tells him to do. “this isn’t funny.”

“it kind of is,” you say, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to you. he continues to pout, even after you cradle his face in your hands and smush his cheeks together. “i love you, junmy.” you say. he only hums in response and you gasp, letting go of him. “say it back, asshole!”

he smiles and pulls you back towards him. “i love you, y/n,” he says, his voice sincere. junmyeon puts his hands on your hips and leans down to your level, brushing his nose with yours. he gets close to your lips and you pull back slightly.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes. he gives you a soft smile, and this time you let him kiss you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. it’s probably too intimate of a kiss for public, but neither of you show any signs of caring.

“we’re leaving without you!” minseok and jongin shout, breaking up your kiss with your man. junmyeon sighs and goes back to pouting almost immediately, and you gently push him away from you and towards his group members who are starting to board the jet. “hurry up, lover boy!” minseok shouts before disappearing into the jet.

“go,” you say, pulling away from him at last. junmy sighs again, finally starting to head towards the jet, looking over his shoulder at you dramatically like they do in the movies. you giggle at that and wave once he gets up to the door of the plane. “i love you!” you shout, and rather than getting a response from him, the rest of the exos shout. “i love you too!”

baekhyun: you smile at your boyfriend on facetime as he hums absentmindedly. he’s looking away from the camera, and you get a nice view of his side profile. “baek,” you say, resting the side of your head in your palm.

“hmm?” he says and turns to the camera, a soft smile on his face. you smile back at him, hearts probably taking the shape of your eyes.

“i love you,” you say, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. he smiles wide, showing his teeth and making his eyes crinkle.

“i love you too,” he says. you hear a door open on his side, and he turns around to greet whoever it is. “hey, junmyeon. say hi to y/n.” he says, moving the camera to show his leader. junmyeon crosses him arms over his his bare chest, trying to shield himself from you.

“hi, y/n. sorry i’m not dressed, i just showered,” he says apologetically.

“it’s alright,” you reply.

“what do you mean it’s alright?” baekhyun shouts, turning the camera back to his face, sporting an incredulous expression.

you roll your eyes. “you know what i meant,” you say.

“you should only be alright with seeing me naked,” baekhyun says.

“i’m more than okay with that,” you say, and he smiles. he pretends to lift his shirt up, and junmyeon yells at him to stop, not while he’s still digging for his pajamas. you only giggle and add, “you can get naked whenever.”

“can you wait a second!?” junmyeon yells, frantically digging around his bag for his clothing so he can lock himself in the bathroom and get away from you and baekhyun.

jongdae: “you know i miss you,” you say into the phone, a hand on your chest, right over your heart where jongdae lives.

“yeah? how much?” he asks teasingly, a big smile on his face. he leans his shoulder into the wall and crosses one leg behind the other.

“a lot,” you reply, unable to contain your smile. so far, every conversation you’ve had with him since he’s been gone on tour. "she misses you too." you add coolly, biting the inside of your cheek.

jongdae's cheeks tinge pink and he looks down at the floor. "yeah?" he manages, putting a hand on the back of his neck, his face only getting redder at the thought of you. its been too long since hes had you.

"mhm. we miss you a lot."

he only smiles to himself and says "both of you can show me how much when i get back," just as the door to the practice room opens and kyungsoo enters, his eyes narrowed in jongdae's direction. when jongdae blushes bright red at getting caught, kyungsoo raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk on his face. "baby, i gotta go." he says, clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

on the other line, you frown. "fine. but you are upsetting us." jongdae glances over at kyungsoo who has taken a seat on the floor, preoccupied with his phone.

"i'll make it up to you," he says, turning his back to kyungsoo's direction. "swear i will. just be good." he says lowly, already embarrassed from kyungsoo walking in on the both of you having borderline phone sex.

"don't know if i can do that, dae. we really miss you. she's getting lonely; nothing feels as good as you do," you sigh, resting your head on the couch pillow.

jongdae forces himself to think about anything other than your words in order to stop a tent from forming in his pants. "kyungsoo is here," he mutters, many minutes too late.

you gasp. "oh my god, jongdae! can he hear me?" you panic, irritated that he let it get that far with an audience.

"i dont think so?" your fiancee replies, his voice unsure.

"oh my god, bye, jongdae," you say, and hang up before he can get another word in. jongdae lets out a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to rid his brain of images of you on top and underneath him.

turning around and sliding his phone back into his pocket, jongdae starts walking over to kyungsoo. kyungsoo lifts his eyes from his phone at the sound of jongdaes footsteps and says, "you should really turn your phone volume down," making jongdae stop in his tracks get insanely red in the face, embarrassment flooding his body.

chanyeol: "wait, listen to this real quick," chanyeol says, scrolling through his laptop to find the track he had showed you a few weeks ago. he's changed a few things and added more drums and a flute--he really values your opinion on his music and wants you to hear what hes made.

you wait patiently for him to click play. the opening notes make you smile as you remember the way you told him he should let them play before he stacks them and blends the sounds together. "replay that part," you say when you hear something new.

chanyeol rewinds a few seconds and presses play before asking, "this part?"

you listen and gasp when you hear it again. "yes! pause it!" you shout over the phone. "did you add a violin?" you ask, a smile on your face.

chanyeol smiles at the phone, impressed with the way you've enhanced your musical knowledge and have noticed little things, like the violin strings that are stacked behind drums. "i did," he says, proudly.

you sigh in awe of him. "yeolie you're so... you're so cool," you gush, like a little schoolgirl talking to her crush. everything about chanyeol amazes you and makes you smile, and yes, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him, but you also would like to think that it would be this way even if you weren’t, if you were just friends or some fan.

chanyeol can’t help but blush at your words, the tips of his ears turning red in the way that you love. “aw, he’s blushing!” jongin says, taking the phone away from chanyeol to tell you. you smile, your heart swelling at the image your brain conjures up.

“are his ears turning red?” you ask and chanyeol yells in protest, only making his blush deepen.

“of course,” jongin replies, ducking out of reach when chanyeol swings to hit him. you only giggle and sigh, feeling mildly upset that you are not there to witness one of you favorite things ever.

“give me back my phone!” chanyeol says, reaching around jongin for it, but the younger man is too quick and gets out of the desk chair and crosses the studio in record time.

“you know, he’s made, like, four songs for you. i don’t know why he didn’t show you one of those,” he says, a devilish grin on his face, though he’s telling the truth. at this admission, chanyeol launches himself from his seat. “i’m sorry! please! here, take it back!” he pleads, holding out his phone for chanyeol to take back and shielding his body from the blows that don’t come.

“shut the fuck up,�� chanyeol groans at jongin, taking the phone off speaker and it putting it to his ear. “ignore him.” he says to you, running a hand through his hair.

“…so you didn’t write four songs for me?” you question. chanyeol bites the inside of his cheek, not ready to admit that yes, he did write four songs for you, most of which have lyrics that he hasn’t let anybody hear. “yeol.”

“hmm?” he says, settling back into his chair at the engineering table, his face burning. you smile, because you’ve got your answer.

kyungsoo: you run your hands over kyungsoo's newly shaved head, grimacing a bit when you run your hands the opposite direction of the cut and the follicles prick your fingers. "you don't like it?" he asks after seeing your face.

"i love it, actually. just feels weird," you say, dragging your hands down to the sides of his face and smiling down at him. kyungsoo gives you a small smile. he turns his head to the side and kisses the inside of your palm, your heart melting in your chest. "hi." you say shyly, kyungsoo leaning into your touch.

he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling around the edges. "hi, pretty," he says, and you could just die. you remove your hands from the sides of his face and put them on his shoulders and adjust yourself in his lap so you are fully facing him and your legs are on either side of him, knees resting on the couch. kyungsoo laces his hands together behind your back, loosely holding you against him. “you look really pretty today.”

“just today?”

kyungsoos cheek turn a light shade of pink. “always,” he says, you smile at him and lean down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. the door to the lounge opens, and all 7 of the exos walk in loudly.

“y/n!” they shout when they see you on kyungsoos lap, making kyungsoo and you pull apart resignedly. irritation is etched on your boyfriends face at the interruption, and you gently pinch his cheek before moving to turn around.

“hi, you gu- kyungsoo, let me get up,” you say when he holds you tightly on his lap, making you turn around uncomfortably to greet the other members. at your request, kyungsoo let’s you get up with a sigh, holding onto the back of your skirt so you don’t accidentally flash the men behind you. “you guys did great tonight!” you compliment when you’re finally standing up and facing them.

a conversation breaks out, and you don’t notice when you lean against the couch and drape your arm over kyungsoos shoulder, gently stroking the side of his face. you both hold hands with your free one, and he rubs the inside of your palm with his thumb.

it’s only when you notice chanyeol cut his eyes at you and kyungsoo being so clingy that you smile. “kyungsoo, i’ve never seen you act like this!” he says, his eyes wide.

“like what?” kyungsoo asks absentmindedly, looking up at you with eyes that make your knees weak and your heart beat faster.

“so cheesy, and-“ kyungsoo snaps his head to look at chanyeol, daring him to finish his sentence. chanyeol closes his mouth, a nervous smile on his face just from a look from kyungsoo alone. the other members wait in silence, as do you, with amusement on their face, waiting for chanyeol to continue and claim his fate or to surrender. “never mind.” he says, waving kyungsoo off.

a collective giggle is let out in the room, and kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes, unaware of the effect he has on people.

jongin: “here,” jongin says softly, holding out his fork in front of your face. you try to take it out of his hands and he pulls it back, shaking his head. “let me do it.” he says, a shy smile on his face.

you comply and open your mouth, letting him feed you. “is it good?” he asks, watching you with so much love in his eyes it’s slightly overwhelming. you nod and give him a thumbs up, swallowing the food. jongin smiles and gives you a soft kiss on your lips.

this goes for the rest of the night; he’ll present food in front of your face and wait for you to open up to feed you, ask you if it’s good, and then kiss you. it’s sweet, really, and you don’t think anything of it, even after the rest of the exos join you for your meal.

sometimes you feed jongin, but most of the time he steals it off your plate or you put it on his. it becomes second nature for you both. “ooh, let me try that,” you say, pointing to the dessert that kyungsoo places down in front of jongin. your boyfriend cuts off a piece, giving you the first bite.

you accept the food and your eyes widen as you taste it. “kyungsoo, this is really good!” you say after you chew and swallow. he gives you a kind smile and thanks you.

jongin already has another bite of food waiting for you when you turn back to ask him, and you accept it with a smile on your face. he can only smile back, resisting the urge to grab your face and just kiss you until the sun rises, his group members be damned.

the man made sound of a whip cracking makes you and jongin snap your head in the direction, eyes falling on jongdae, minseok, baekhyun, and junmyeon all giggling, or holding back laughs. you smirk and look over at jongin, who wears an annoyed expression. “whatever,” he mumbles. you rub his back and he leans into you, making the situation worse because even kyungsoo joins in on the teasing, pantomiming cracking a whip and making the noise as well.

sehun: you cage your arms around him and put your chin on the center of his chest, looking up at him. sehun looks down at you with a small smile. “you’re cute,” he says, and if his arms weren’t pressed so tightly against his sides he’d boop your nose.

“so are you,” you say to him, loosening your hold around him and instead wrapping your arms around his waist.

“i know,” he says, and you roll your eyes. sehun moves hair out of your face and leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “cmon, let’s finish.” he says, sliding out of your grip. the two of you had choreographed a dance to a song you both liked, and had been using the exo practice room for a few hours now.

you nod and he jogs over to the speaker to play the song again, and then comes back to get into the starting position. you watch yourself in the mirror as you hit all of the moves, your feet feeling like they barely touch the floor. sehun watches you too, getting lost in the way that you move so freely, like you’re weightless and gravity isn’t any concern of yours.

he misses a few steps and you notice, smirking at him through the mirror. “keep up, lover boy,” you say, doing the last few moves as the song comes to a close. you wipe your sweaty forehead with the hem of your shirt, and sehun comes over to you, just as the door to the practice room opens. you turn and wave at jongdae, and he greets you and sehun with a wave, his phone pressed to his ear.

sehun takes this moment to pull you closer to him by your shirt. you let out a light laugh at him, and awkwardly keep your hands off of him because youre both sweaty. “i’m all gross,” you say.

“me too,” and he leans down and kisses you, his hands sticking to your skin through your shirt. you hold onto his arms, cringing at the feeling of sticky skin on sticky skin, and pull away.

“it’s too gross,” you say, making a face. sehun frowns at you, and you have to hold back a smile.

“you think i’m gross?”

“when we’re both sweaty? yes,” you say say, putting your hands on your hips.

“i like you when you’re sweaty,” sehun replies. “i like you when you’re all dirty.” he adds, making you exclaim in protest and draw the attention of jongdae, who just gives you both a disgusted look.

[justwritedreams]

Hypnotic | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2469 Genre: smut Author: maari  Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! Sex without condom (don't do this at home), fingering and oral (f receiving), sex in the pool, big dick energy, we have a tiny voyeurism. This is pure filthy. Note: I swear I'm trying to improve my smuts, they look so much better in my head lol and also, you guys were reading my mind because I've been wanting to write the sequel for a while. Can be read as a standalone but of course I'm gonna recommend you to read the part 1. Request: so a few months back I requested a Chanyeol fic with a innocent reader and I was hoping if you could make a part two to it the fic is call sexual fantasy’s ⫷ Exo Masterlist

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Chanyeol and Y/N ran their hands over each other's bodies truthfully, while she took the opportunity to scratch his back covered by the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, Chanyeol had his torso pressed against hers on the mattress and his indecisive hands took turns between grab the back of her head or chin.

Their kiss was desperate and quick, as if the world was about to end and they only had that moment for their hungry lips to meet and at the same time, to make up for lost time.

They couldn't waste a single minute.

Y/N felt her lips numb, she had no idea how long they had been there savoring each other's taste but she didn't want to stop, and Chanyeol felt the air running out of his lungs but all he did was press his body even more against her.

The atmosphere in the room was hot, that was exactly how they both felt, as if they were in a fire and everything seemed to explode quickly when Y/N's bold hands invaded inside his shirt, caressing and scratching his hot skin.

It was enough for Chanyeol to break the kiss by biting her bottom lip eagerly, pulling towards him in a way that made her hiss, he pulled away when he released her lip and pressed their foreheads together, his panting breath hitting Y/'s face, who only opened her eyes to let herself be mesmerized by the image of Chanyeol so close to her.

“Naughty.” he laughed softly, making her entire body shiver.

“Still think I’m innocent?” she asked, breathless.

She saw him open his eyes and raise his eyebrow.

“I don’t know, I’m still confused.” Y/N narrowed her eyes and before she could retort his large hand found her soaked panties, the only response she could give was rolling her eyes before closing them and swallowing a moan.

She felt her entire face heat up and lost the image of Chanyeol smiling dirtily at her.It was impossible to control the force as her body brushed against his palm. He was touching her in the most superficial way and yet he already had her completely in his hand, literally.

But all that bubble of excitement for what was to come was interrupted by the ringing of Chanyeol's phone, she opened her eyes at the same moment and looked pleadingly at him, who just continued smiling and took his phone out of his pocket with his other hand, answering it.

"Hey." He managed to keep his voice at a normal tone but Y/N had to bring both hands to her mouth to muffle the sound of her moaning when he stuck two fingers inside her. "What am I doing?" His eyes had a gleam of amusement and Y/N pressed her lips together when he began to move his fingers slowly inside her. “Taking care of a really bad girl.” She opened her eyes wide and he winked at her, then laughed while still moving his fingers inside her hot, wet flesh. “Of course it’s Zzar I’m talking about, Sehun-ah.”

Y/N felt her whole face heat up with embarrassment as her legs shook and she wriggled her toes, Chanyeol had long fingers that were reaching a spot she wanted but without increasing the speed, it bordered on torture.

It was the perfect punishment.

"What now?" he stopped moving his fingers and Y/N complained softly, watching him carefully. Chanyeol took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

He removed his fingers from her and Y/N felt a gigantic cold, as well as frustration, as soon as he turned off the phone she took her hands away from her mouth. She was breathing so heavily that she drew his eyes to her.

"What?" Y/N's voice came out with no strength and practically no sound.

“I'm going to have to go to the studio.” he said angrily.

"Now?" she spoke a little louder, in disbelief, resting her elbows on the bed.

He smirked and got up from the bed, adjusting his pants, Y/N's eyes focused on the visible erection and she felt her mouth water.

Chanyeol walked over to her and bent down so he could speak close to her ear, which gave her goosebumps before his voice even came out.

“Don’t you dare leave, we still have a lot to do.”

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine and bit her lip to contain her wide smile, she looked at him and nodded. Even if she wanted to leave, she didn't have the strength in her legs to do so.

She didn't need any other promise from Chanyeol, because as soon as he left the room, he stopped at the door and took the fingers that were previously inside her to his mouth, savoring what he had collected and let out a loud grunt that caused Y/N's panties to become even wetter and rub against her legs to create some kind of friction.

Torture would be waiting for him to come back because even though she could use her own fingers again, she knew it wouldn't be enough.

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Y/N felt anxiety take over her body, she was sweating cold but her body felt warm. How was that possible?

The panties were still wet and even though it had only been an hour since Chanyeol had left, it felt like an eternity, she looked like she would climb the walls at any moment. She needed his fingers again to finish what she had started, she needed more than that actually. A lot more.

When she heard the door of the house open, she ran over there, seemed completely desperate? Yes, but she didn't care.

Chanyeol entered and as soon as he saw her anxiously in front of him, he smiled, closing the door and locking it again.

Although she wanted to ask something naughty or directly if they were going to finish what they had started soon because the soaked pussy was starting to frustrate her, she couldn't. Not when his eyes seemed focused on her like prey.

"Come with me." he said and grabbed her hand before dropping his keys and phone haphazardly on the couch.

Y/N let herself be led to the back of the house and frowned when he took her to the edge of the pool, but she became even more confused when he started taking off his clothes right there.

Not that she would complain, but she was curious to know what was going on in his mind.

Chanyeol was left in just his underwear and was practically eaten by Y/N's watchful eyes. She had seen photos of him without a shirt before, the same ones that the entire internet had seen, but in person it was much better.

All she wanted was to scratch his broad shoulders.

“Are you just going to watch?” he raised an eyebrow when he saw her biting her lip hard and she looked at him. “Won’t you want to come in?”

He entered the pool and purposely moaned when the cold water dominated his body. He continued looking at her as he moved away from the edge, he wanted to find some sign of giving up but he didn't see it in her eyes.

Quite the opposite in fact, Y/N smiled lightly and took off Chanyeol's hoodie in one quick movement, her body shivered from the low temperature of the night and also from the way Chanyeol observed her body from top to bottom, he looked as mesmerized as she was.

And Y/N wasn't going to lie, it was making her feel powerful.

Y/N's underwear, although simple, was also delicate, in a pastel tone she looked really innocent. She entered the pool so slowly and without taking her eyes off him that Chanyeol couldn't take his attention away from her.

However, as soon as she approached him, all that slow provocation evaporated into thin air when he pulled her by the waist so they could start a quick and desperate kiss, her hands automatically went to his shoulders, the kiss was eager and almost sloppy. Tongues and tastes mixed as if they wanted to be one.

Chanyeol's hands pressed on Y/N's waist, who understood the message and wrapped her legs around his waist, unable to contain herself, she began to rub her hips against his while Chanyeol walked to the edge so he could lean her there.

There wasn't a single part of their bodies that weren't touching and even that wasn't enough, the heavy breathing and stolen air wasn't a concern for either of them.

Chanyeol broke the kiss and before Y/N could start a new one, he lifted her by the waist until she sat on the edge, feeling the excitement in her belly and knowing what she would see next, she just let him pull her panties away with his hand.

Without wasting time, he eagerly brought his mouth to her pussy, Y/N just sighed softly as she grabbed his hair and closed her eyes, feeling his tongue deftly roam the entire length of her flesh.

He sucked her greedily, his tongue pressed on the right spots and Y/N felt her strength drain away with each lick of him, all she could do was plead in a suffering whisper while she pulled his hair.

But he had no intention of stopping, so he placed his hand on her navel and made her lie down on the floor, put her legs over his shoulder and went back to eating her with the insatiable hunger he felt for her.

Y/N felt her body tremble and heat up at the same time, the sensation he was taking to her lower abdomen was so delicious that she had nothing to do but beg him to go faster, her heart was beating hard and she felt that could cum at any minute.

However, Chanyeol didn't want to end her pleasure so quickly, this was just the beginning, there was no need to rush it. That's why he alternated the speed of his tongue, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.

Her moans and the sound her wet pussy made every time his tongue licked her were music to his ears, and even though his cock was pulsing to be inside her, he didn't want to stop.

Y/N moaned a little louder when she felt his fingers enter her pussy while his tongue lingered on her clit, she felt like she was about to explode and pressed her thighs against his face.

It all became too much for her to handle the moment he spoke against her pussy.

“Cum in my mouth, baby girl.”

It was enough for her to come undone and obey him, cumming violently while moaning for a long time.

"Good girl." he spoke as he drank every drop of her pleasure, causing her body's involuntary spasms to only increase.

Y/N took a deep breath, without strength in her legs and looked at him as he took his face from between her legs, licking his lips, he had a lust on his face that made her pussy throb even more.

He got out of the pool, wet and with his erection visible, after putting her panties in place and Y/N considered sucking him right there, but he held out his hand so she could get up and she did.

Without having anything to say, they kissed again, Y/N feeling her own taste in his mouth, and then they walked blindly back into the house without worrying about getting the floor wet.

“Have you given up swimming in the pool?” she asked between the kiss as she felt his hands run all over her body.

"I want you in my bed." he replied and started kissing her neck, distributing bites. “We can fuck in the pool another day.”

Y/N smiled mischievously at the idea of being together again in such a carnal way, after all that was what she always wanted.

He took her to the bedroom and the rest of the wet clothes they were still wearing fell along the way on the floor, Y/N brought her hands to scratch his back as she felt his teeth penetrate her skin.

Chanyeol lay on top of her, placing his hands on her thighs so that she lifted her legs towards his waist. They both moaned at the shallow contact of their hot hips.

He pulled his face away to look at her firmly and intensely.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked quietly, seeing her nod.

“Fuck me, Park.”

He smiled evilly, held his dick to line up at her entrance and penetrated at once, firm and hard, making her moan loudly and grab his back as she lost the air in her lungs.

Y/N wanted to see his face fucking her up close but she couldn't as her eyes rolled back in pleasure and she closed them tightly feeling him enter her as deep as no one else had done. He seemed to tear her apart from the inside and her pussy contracted internally, causing him to moan against her ear.

He kept the rhythm steady and deep, she was so hot it was driving him crazy and irrational, he was moving in and out of her like an animal just to hear her moan beautifully beneath him.

Y/N took her hands to his ass and squeezed, she wanted it even deeper as if she could make him go even deeper inside her, Chanyeol then took his hands to her waist and pinned her against the mattress and started thrusting even deeper, Y/N's moans only increased as did the speed at which he entered and exited her.

She begged him with disjointed sentences, her voice barely came out as he grunted hoarsely and the sounds that their hips made in that sensual and carnal dance was making the room even more erotic.

But it was only when he took a finger to her clitoris and applied the right pressure, following the same speed as his hips, that Y/N moaned loudly and then came. Chanyeol kept thrusting, making her hypersensitive, until he reached his own climax, which didn't take long.

He fell on top of her, breathing heavily as she ran out of strength, hands falling to her sides as she swallowed hard, trying to recover.

Chanyeol got out of her and lay down next to her, taking his hand to gently caress Y/N's face, who opened her eyes to look at him with a genuine smile.

“Catch your breath because I’m not done yet.” he said, smiling widely.

"Great, me either."

[tinietaehyun]

Forsaken [IX]

[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader] [Series] [Chapter Nine]

Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader [Ft. Prince!Beomgyu]

Genres: Fantasy, romance, enemies to lovers, supernatural, action, royal!au.

Contains: Profanity, mentions of poison, manipulation, gaslighting, suggestive themes, dialogue-heavy.

Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist

Summary: Wrapping up Taehyun’s past, you gain a whole new perspective about your travelling companion. Everything makes sense now! A deep sense of sadness fills you, he had been betrayed by his closest friend, exiled with his father by the very court that betrayed you for your brother.

You were both bound by fate, by betrayal. Forsaken by the places you once sought comfort in. When you peer into his eyes, you find a new source of comfort, as does he.

You had each other.

Shock spreads through your facial features as nausea floods you. Taehyun’s words fly into you one by one as though blades were being thrown into you consecutively. Your bottom lip trembles as your wide eyes regard his calm demeanor.

How was he so calmly reiterating this tale to you as if it were someone else’s story? Then again, it had been years since the events occurred. He probably had a lot of time to reflect and move past it during his isolation in the Woods of Mors.

Your gaze scans over his side profile as a long sigh escapes his pretty lips; his blonde locks cascade over his forehead casting a shadow over his eyes. This ethereal figure had gone through such a tough time, completely and utterly betrayed by his best friend all due to the pitiful concept of jealousy.

All though from what Taehyun described of Yeonjun’s father (which was safe to say, rather appalling), you had initially felt both empathy and sympathy. However, now that you had just heard what Yeonjun’s father did and how Yeonjun so carelessly went with it, your feelings were conflicted.

You had seen Yeonjun around here and there around the palace throughout your years growing up. You knew him and Sehun were friends, and that he was the son of the Royal Sorcerer before he shortly took over the position a year and a half ago after his father’s retirement. You had interacted with him occasionally.

You always knew how charming and charismatic; you often heard the palace maids fawn over him. Even you could admit back then, he was indeed a magnetic fellow with a heavenly looks.

Taehyun resumes, “That night. It’s something I can never forget. All the faces in the crowd looking at my father in horror, then back at me. As if we’d committed the worst atrocity, when-“

“When you didn’t do anything at all,” you finish frowning.

He nods continuing, “Afterwards, everything went by in a blur. I was much younger, I…I didn't fully process what was happening at the time. It was just so chaotic. I remember my father getting dragged away by the guards, and then me getting escorted away.”

“I was just so taken aback by Yeonjun’s actions. I didn’t think- l knew he was jealous; but I didn’t think he’d go that far to get back at me. To see my father’s downfall, my downfall.”

Taehyun peers at the sleek marble floor and closes his eyes as memories flash across his mind, “I didn’t think he could toss me aside so easily.”

You murmur, “Maybe it got too much for him. Something must have snapped within him.” Taehyun nods, running a hand through his hair, “Mhm, I believe so. I just wish he had opened up at the time. He just saw any opportunity to talk it out as a threat or weakness. I don’t know, I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand his mind.”

Hurt emanates from your heart and his; you’d both been betrayed.

“What…happened next?” You tentatively enquire. He resumes, “I suppose, my father spent the next few nights in prison getting questioned along with a few other suspects.” He shakily sighs, “Then, I don’t know how, probably that bastard of a father and his silver tongue manage to narrow it down to my father and even managed to drag me into it for apparently being an accomplice.”

You scoff, “You? But you were a child?” Taehyun snorts bitterly, “Yeah, I suppose that didn’t matter. You know why? Because I’d grow up, and possibly beat his precious son. So why not get rid of two birds with one stone, hm? Not like anyone will look after me willingly.” You remain silent as he painfully rasps out his words. Oh, you never knew how much agony Taehyun held behind his high walls of vanity and bluntness.

“I-I remember the looks on the faces of the damn Royal Court. Disgust, as if we had truly fallen from grace. They always liked Yeonjun’s father more because he frequently kissed their asses-“

You flinch at his phrasing and he muses, “Allow me to rephrase, I mean he would suck up to them.” You chuckle, “No worries, I figured.”

He becomes serious once more, “We were presented like prey to the court, ready to get picked apart by the members of the court. Yeonjun’s father spoke on and on about various points, not even allowing my father a chance to defend himself, even speaking over him!” Taehyun snaps lowly; you notice his fists clenching shakily.

Cautiously, you reach over and place a soft hand atop his left hand. His pauses for a moment; his head snapping to face you in surprise. Your eyes lock onto each other for a second before he averts his gaze, “I knew the moment we stepped into the room, no matter how much my honest father pleaded and cried, objected to any points, it was pointless. The court was biased from the start.”

Disgust fills you; the same court who did nothing to stop your brother from taking over your throne. A bunch of greedy spineless cowards with no philosophy or morals of their own. “It was a facade,” Taehyun scoffs, “Yeonjun’s father was cunning, the way he shed false tears on behalf of the ill King and Queen.”

Your mother and father; your beloved parents. You knew if they were alive and healthy at the time, they would not stand for this injustice. Well; maybe that’s what you’d like to believe at least.

You murmur confused, “How did the Royal Court believe his intentions so easily? I’m sure Yeonjun’s father would have acted pretty well, but surely he couldn’t convince everyone in the hall, no?”

Taehyun shifts facing you as he explains, “The King and Queen were poisoned by Nightshade, a highly toxic plant which causes terrible symptoms leading to eventual death.” You process his words carefully, “Mhm, you said at the time, there was no cure.”

“Right, but my father, with much care and research, found the cure. It was in his spellbook.”The same spellbook which you surmise must now be in Yeonjun’s hands, handed down to him by his despicable father. You hum deep in thought, “The cure…”

“Yeonjun’s father presented the antidote to the court a few days before the final verdict. Just on the cusp of when your parents were about to die.” Your eyes widen as you put the pieces together. Thus, he solidified his so-called innocent intentions by providing a cure! The noble court would eat that up in a heartbeat! Damn him!

“You understand what that means, right? He claimed my father’s antidote as his own and even gained extraordinary praise for saving the Kihg and Queen’s lives.” He seethes. You murmur, “So after a lot of back and forth, they found your father guilty.”

“Such fucking bullshit still- fuck,” he snaps. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes it back, “Sorry, it just gets me so worked up.” You pitifully smile, “I mean, how could it not? I’m furious just hearing this.”

“Yes, so to end it off, my father was thrown in prison. I got thrown in there with him a day later being called an accomplice to the matter or some shit like that.”

“Yeonjun did nothing to stop it?” You ask frowning. Taehyun’s gaze darkens as his jaw tightens, “No that fucking bastard just watched; kept watching, kept his mouth shut, just keeping a proud glint in his eyes and a fucking smirk on his mouth.”

How twisted…

Taehyun releases a long shaky sigh before removing his hand from under yours. You both remain quiet reflecting upon your talk. You now knew why Taehyun despised the Royal Court, nobles in general, why he is so unsure about returning to the palace, why he asked about the spellbook in the Sorcerer’s Tower. You now understood why he was so closed off towards you initially. It made sense now, everything did.

A sinking feeling permeates your heart. Yeonjun was still back at the palace; you surely hope he wouldn’t do anything; it had been years - it should be fine, no?

“Yeonjun is Royal Sorcerer presently,” you murmur. A bitter laugh escapes his lips, “Of course he is, it was fate after all.” He continues, “I assume he’s still best friends with Sehun?”

You nod awkwardly and Taehyun mutters, “Must be nice for him to be a royal lapdog.”

A moment of silence passes between you two. You had managed to grasp a full picture of your traveling companion who you had grown oddly fond of.

Taehyun sourly hums, “I find this amusing. I haven’t opened up in this manner for years. What’s funnier is that I am pouring out my pathetic memories, to you, a royal. The heir to the throne in fact. Or, well supposed to be.”

To be honest, you’re not sure what to say. A pang of guilt surges through you. You wish that the Royal Court were not so adamant in blaming his father, that more thorough investigation had been done into the matter. But you suppose, bygones were bygones.

“I’m sorry,” you awkwardly squeak out. His peers at you for a moment before his harsh gaze softens, “Why’re you apologising? You weren’t even adopted into the palace yet?”

“I…I just feel sad. I feel terrible that this happened. That you were wronged like this, Taehyun,” you murmur earnestly.

His eyes glimmer and he leans back once more against the endboard of the bed, moving a cushion aside and scooting closer to you. “Don’t apologise, you had nothing to do with it. Anyway, you heard my dreary tale out, so thanks for that, sweetheart.”

“It’s not dreary,” you huff. Taehyun muses, “Oh? So it interested you?”

“Yes- I- well not in the gossip sort of manner- respectfully I mean-“ you stammer and he chuckles, “Relax, no need to go treading on eggshells around me. It’s been years, I’m not as sensitive as I was back then.” Taehyun had found your cautious nature rather adorable.

He rolls his shoulders back, “In fact, it feels pretty good to let it all out again.” You felt glad he thought that way. “I’m glad to hear it, Taehyun,” you utter with a genuine smile. His eyes flicker for a moment, slightly taken aback with the sincerity of your tone.

Taehyun’s eyes widen for a second as he swiftly turns away. “Taehyun?” You ask confused. He abruptly clears his throat, “Mm, I’m fine.” Why did he turn away? “It’s fine, really,” he peers over briefly and your eyes catch a glimpse of the soft reddish-pink hue that illuminates his cheeks. Was he…blushing?

“Taehyun are you-“

“No, don’t say anything. I’m just infuriated with the memories,” he scoffs firmly. Well, you weren’t going to push him further, especially after today.

He mutters, crossing his arms, “You’re fascinating, you know that?”

“Why?” You question with a raised brow. Taehyun answers, “Moments like this…when you’re either emotionally vulnerable, or when you’re listening to me. It’s…you’re not a pest for once.” Here you thought you were going to get a magnanimous compliment, but no.

You smack a cushion into his arm and he grunts; “What? It’s true. Usually, you’re rather annoying, unbearably irritating at times. Yet moments like this, you actually seem to show high awareness and…and-“

You deadpan, raising the cushion readying to land another hit, “…and?”

“I find myself…seeing you in a rather endearing light. You’re cute. The way you dance around your words, tentatively listen.” You stiffen; your arm still holding up the cushion as your lips part in shock. Did he just call you cute? No way.

Taehyun’s gaze flickers over your frozen features and his lips form a coy smile as he leans forward wanting to ease the dampened mood, “Oh? Are you speechless for once?” He found your reaction to be rather amusing, your pretty lips always had some sort of witty remark at the ready.

“I was beginning to get worried these past few days, you weren’t hitting me with your usual remarks, it was very out of character,” he muses. You glare, “It’s funny to tease me, is it?” He tilts his head, “Mm, do you even need to ask, sweetheart?” You huff finally throwing the cushion down, “You ruined the sentimental moment.”

“Don’t lie, you’ve been curious this whole time,” he smugly hums. You scoff, “No; why would I have cared about an arrogant stuck-up sorcerer like you?” He sighs, “Oh how you wound me, princess. Oh wait, I should be saying, ex-prin-“

You go to hit him and he grabs your wrist raising it up abruptly and you stumble forward as he staggers back putting weight onto his left elbow, partially sitting up with you hovering over him.

You couldn’t quite get over how intimate this position was. Taehyun seems to be just as flustered as you as he momentarily peers up wide-eyed at you. His gaze flickers down to your parted lips as both of your breaths tumble out.

“You’re rather the violent one, when you have a cushion in your hand, huh?” Taehyun breathlessly muses, still not releasing your hand. You murmur back, “Give me a sword and I’ll show you violent.”

Taehyun’s lips form a smirk and he hums, “Oh? Do you even know how to wield a sword, sweetheart?” Truthfully, you only knew the basics of holding a sword thanks to Hueningkai, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Hm?” He awaits your response. Your lips form a mischievous smile, “If I do? What are you going to do? Make me disappear?”

Taehyun’s eyes meet yours before flickering to your lips once more and back up; your heart palpitates increasingly. His body heat seeps through your gown as he shifts his left cramped leg around you.

A fiery sensation fills you at the proximity; something that neither of you wanted to part from. There was something oddly thrilling, maybe it was just the overwhelming emotions at the moment making you two act so uncouth (particularly for someone like yourself) but at this moment, you didn’t care.

“Make you disappear?” He playfully hums, “That’s the coward’s way out.”

“And you’re not a coward?” You muse. Taehyun rolls his eyes, “Not when I can easily overpower you, no need for magic at all. In fact, I find it unfair. Your poor mana-less existence.” You scoff, “Save your pity, sorcerer. As if you could overpower me. You rely on your magic far too much for that.”

He meets your gaze for a moment; you spot a speck of hesitation in his irises before your lips release a shriek as he grabs your other arm and swings his leg over pushing you down onto the mess of cushions which dig into your back. You find yourself to be abruptly on your back with Taehyun straddling you, legs either side of your hips.

Heat courses through you as sheer embarrassment floods your features. You weren’t quite expecting things to go this route - then again, you did verbally provoke him.

Taehyun notices your stiffened demeanor and leans down with a coy smirk, “Oh? Weren’t expecting that, were we? Where’s the magic in this, then?”

The way your hair fans out haphazardly behind your head and your part lips tremble as your uneven breaths come out make Taehyun’s body course with heat. So unintentionally attractive, you were. He liked the view, not that he’d admit it. No, he loved the view of you underneath him writhing, with a flustered expression trying your best to hold your composure.

You glare up at him as you scoff going to wrestle your way out of this horrendously intimate position; this was not befitting of your status! Taehyun leans down closer, grasping your wrists beside your head, “Hm? Or did you provoke me on purpose?”

“How vulgar,” you scoff up at him. Something about his breathless face peering down at you with a cocky smirk, an intense gaze; it shifts something within you. “Vulgar? We aren’t doing anything, sweetheart. I’m merely proving a point. Anyway, you’re not putting up much of a fight.”

You scoff bashful, “It’s futile, I’ll only injure myself. So, I command you to get off me. You’ve done more than prove your point, you imbecile.”

His smirk morphs into an amused grin as he leans closer, “Oh? Accepting defeat, and here I thought you’d throw me off yourself.” You peer at his lips feeling your own lower lip tremble; your heart races in your chest. He was so close!

“…you’re so irritating, Taehyun,” you scoff. He maintains your eye contact as he muses, “Mm, am I? You’ve put up with me for this long.”

You huff, “Unfortunately.”

“How you continue to wound me, atop my past scars, sweetheart,” he sighs, getting off of you finally. A small hint of disappointment flashes across your mind; no, no! Keep focused!

You notice him dragging his hand across his face as though keeping himself composed. Did he feel just as hot as you did?

He clears his throat trying to keep his composure, “Anyway, sit up. Or did that break your delicate little spine?” You glare unimpressed, “Shut up.” Taehyun snickers, “Mm anyway, I think lunch will be ready soon.”

You nod as an awkward silence settles in the room. You realise how long you’ve been alone with Taehyun in this chamber for. Goodness, what would the maids here think! Your cheeks become warm and you shake your head.

You look over back at Taehyun who seems to be deep in thought. Damn his pretty face. Even when he contemplates, he’s gorgeous.

His eyes flicker back to yours noticing your stare and he hums sarcastically, “Done?” Rolling your eyes, you speak; “Of course you’d like it, you vain sorcerer.”

Taehyun muses with coy gaze, “Careful what you start with that gaze of yours, sweetheart. Could make any man crumble to his knees.” Your face flushes immediately at his words. When was he this flirtatious? No, he was merely teasing you!

You clear your throat, “A-Anyway, before all this, you said you had some sort of stupid plan to escape from here, right?”

He grins, “Stupid? Oh, I guess you don’t want to hear my stupid plan then? Go marry that prissy prince then. He’s all yours.”

You grimace before whining, “No! Fine, your amazing plan. Tell me, now.” He stands up, grandly stretching his arms, “After lunch, my mouth hurts from talking so much.”

You groan, “What a nuisance.”

“Sorry for being hungry, I guess,” he mutters. You stand up beside him; your joints stiff from sitting for so long, “Fine. I guess, I’m rather hungry too.”

Taehyun and you both eat lunch in a comfortable silence; for once it’s odd. You’re not bickering with each other. The glances you both exchange are frequent yet subtle. You both sensed a change in your dynamic.

Afterwards, you walk together as you whine, “Come on! So tell me!” You grasp his arm with a pleading expression and he smirks, “I know a way to get us out of here. The palace is surrounded by guards. We need to get back to my place, yes?” You nod intently listening.

“Teleportation,” he utters seriously. You deadpan, “You cannot be serious, surely. Is that even possible?”

Taehyun scoffs, “Perhaps not for the likes of you. I, on the other hand, can make it work. It takes an enormous amount of mana. My father made several notes about it and taught me. It’s possible with a huge mana circle- you know what, I won’t bore you with the technical details. I need a few more resources to pull it off.”

You blink with your jaw agape; was he going to truly attempt such a foolish thing? Taehyun glares, “Why are you looking at me like that? You don’t think it’ll work do you?”

“Will you be able to teleport the both of us?” You ask slightly intrigued. Taehyun’s expression darkens, “…I think. I just need to double the resources needed to teleport one person. But…I don’t think I’ll be quite okay, afterwards.”

“Because of the amount of mana you need to use?” You ask with a frown. He’d be willing to risk himself for you? He nods, “Teleporting one person with a physical mana circle is already insane, but two. I need a huge fucking mana circle, and twice the amount of mana.”

You bite your lip nervously, you didn’t know about the success probability of this. He takes your hand squeezing it reassuringly, “Don't worry about the consequences, the most important thing is that we both get out of here.”

Your heart races peering at his hand on yours. “You’re willing to risk hurting yourself?” You ask. His eyes glimmer and his lips part momentarily before he scoffs, “I…I won’t hurt myself that badly. At most I’ll be exhausted.” You glare up at him. He was lying.

Taehyun’s lips form a smirk leaning down placing a gentle hand atop your head, “Just, trust me sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Your eyes widen and you stammer moving out from under his hand flustered. You hear him snickering behind you as you scoff, “Fine whatever. Just don’t get the both of us imprisoned or killed.”

Taehyun muses, “No guarantees,” he walks past your appalled demeanor and you grab his arm again and he peers back at you with a relaxed expression; his eyes sparkle with amusement. “Where are you going?” You question.

Taehyun hums, “To visit Soobin.” Soobin? Oh yes, the sorcerer here. Of course!

“My, my, I didn’t know you two were so close,” a familiar husky voice resounds in the hallway. You peer over and see the princely figure approaching carrying a grand bouquet of assorted flowers.

Taehyun removes his arm from your grasp abruptly and he gives you a serious command, “Keep him distracted. Away from Soobin.”

“Wait-“ Before you could ask anything about his ominous statement, Taehyun rushes off.

Slowly, you turn to face Beomgyu who’s mischievous gaze meets yours. “Oh, he’s off in a rush? Why’s that?”

Think fast, think fast.

“We had an argument. I don’t think he’s quite keen on handling me, or especially you,” you murmur. His gaze sharpens and his lips morph into a sly smile, “And why’s that?”

“Because…” you begin, “I told him about our conversation. I…he didn’t agree with my position.” Beomgyu’s expression darkens, “You told him?”

“I-I’m sorry, I just felt so overwhelmed. He asked, and I broke down,” you stammer. Beomgyu’s jaw tightens, “So how does this relate to your pitiful argument?”

“I…I suggested that…” Keep him distracted, Taehyun said. “I suggested, I accept your idea of marriage,” you shakily murmur.

There, you’d make him think you had no choice but to marry him. That you’d fallen out with Taehyun because of your decision, that should draw suspicion off him for a while. Of course, you’d still act all reluctant and harsh with Beomgyu, after all you didn’t want him to find you suspicious either.

Beomgyu lets out a large guffaw, “Oh? Goodness, is that so? How convenient, I brought these flowers then.”

His gaze is malevolent and he steps forward grasping your hand, “What’s made you give up so quickly? I just find it rather convenient, no? Here I thought you’d put up a bit more of a fight. I was even considering getting a prison cell ready for you.”

You grimace, “How quaint.” Beomgyu muses circling his thumb on the back of your hand, “I know I’m generous. I just thought you’d need a little bit of a nudge in the right direction.”

You scoff removing your hand and his eyes twinkle, “I…I thought about it. I can’t do much alone, Taehyun, as powerful a sorcerer he may be, he’s an exiled criminal. I doubt the court would listen to testimony from me, after associating with him.”

“Huh, how…curious indeed,” Beomgyu places the bouquet into your arms and you peer down disgustedly, making him chuckle, “Well, I can see your genuine distaste for me. How unfortunate, but we’ll change that soon enough.”

“I…I also think he has bad intentions. He dislikes royalty a lot. He’s really persistent in coming with me to the palace. I don’t get why,” you add on. You really hope he wouldn’t see through your facade. Beomgyu’s brows raise, “Oh? And here I thought you trusted this stranger?”

“Initially yes, because I was so desperate. But more and more, when we argue, he just says some things that irk me, make me uneasy. I have a bad feeling if I present him to the royal court. They banished him after all? What if he’s just using me to get revenge?”

Beomgyu’s eyes twinkle with utter twisted delight making you shudder. He was happy, sinfully joyous.

“Hm, seems fate has left you with no choice then, hm?” Beomgyu condescendingly remarks. You remain silent, peering away. Beomgyu relishes in your silence and he suddenly cups your jaw turning your head to face him. Your eyes widen in surprise, “H-Huh?”

“I’m your only way out, guaranteed way to your throne,” he leans in with a twisted smile. You couldn’t believe that charming prince from before was so ruthless, cunning. He saw you as a mere pawn.

“Oh no need to look so down, you’ve made an excellent choice,” he rubs his thumb across your jaw. “I’ll make sure your justice gets served, princess, don’t you worry, your pretty head.”

You scoff going to shove his hand off and he firmly grasps your jaw and you whimper, “After all, both our nations will prosper. It’s a win-win. You may resent me, but one day, you’ll be falling to my feet to thank me.”

You pry his hand off and snap, “Have some decency.” Beomgyu’s lips form a coy smile, “Oh? Was I rather rough? I suppose your delicate skin would get rather bruised, no? My apologies. I just got a little excited at the prospect of our marriage.”

You roll your eyes; you had to keep his mind off Taehyun. If Taehyun was willing to risk his life, so were you.

Beomgyu’s gaze locks onto yours observing your timidity, “Oh, and in any unlikely case that you decide to change your mind, allow me to stress there’s no way to escape. Everyone here obeys my orders. The dungeons will become your new place of stay. I have vast array of Lunian punishments.”

You glare, “I understand, okay?” He muses, “Just reiterating for you, y/n. Don’t want you playing any needless games behind my back.”

A shiver runs through you, at his dark tone and you scoff, “I’m not stupid, Beomgyu.”

He moves a strand of your hair away from your face and gives you a once more pleasant smile, “I know you aren’t. That uneases me. So let’s be honest with each other from here on out, understood?”

You challenge his dark gaze and you murmur, “Fine, I have nothing to hide. You’ve ripped every semblance of hope I had left.” A breathless laugh escapes his snarky lips, “Good to hear, rely on me, princess. Trust me.”

“Don’t be foolish, I’ll go along with this, but trust?” You icily slam into him and he merely smirks in response.

“Huh, to think someone like you can prick me with such cold words, it excites me. I’ll resolve to change that,” Beomgyu hums nonchalantly; his fingers drag along your cheek, his thumb circling your upper cheek.

“We’ll see,” you murmur. Beomgyu brushes past you with a coy hum into your ear, “See, we shall.” He walks past you, leaving you in a mixture of anxiety and unease.

You really hope Taehyun’s recklessness would pay off. It had to.

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[jonglo]

Hi💕 can i request a headcanon with Sehun just boyfriend things

Thanks

hi!! omg i've been wanting to do hc but i didn't know on who. also sorry it took awhile work has been beating my ass..

Sehun as your boyfriend !

Warnings: brief nsfw?? not explicit

where do I even start LMAOOO

I feel like he's the silent love type at the beginning but as the relationship continues he just can't contain it

like shy and just wanting to be near you to playful bickers and being a complete brat

he makes sure to get his way when asking you for anything.

but he will literally fold and do anything for you if you asked

the type to say no and do it anyway just to keep the "image"

you also turn into his target audience

anything to make you laugh

if hes with the members and they don't laugh at his joke. he will be telling you the story in full context just to end with the joke.

you also turn into his hitting target for when he laughs at his own jokes.

honestly i think he's the type to leave "i love you" for more intimate moments

like his texts always end with a care message rather an ily

if it's cold? "make sure to layer up"

if it's hot? "make sure to bring water"

traveling long distance? "be safe, tell me when you get there"

now this doesn't mean he doesn't say ily, its just he feels it shows more sincerity in person.

in person he definitely ends every sentence with i love you

it slips off the tongue always.

"you know i love you, right?" everyday

no literally, everyday.

so everyone knows he doesn't like sleeping alone... get ready for that.

hes always whining asking for you to come over and go to sleep with him

literally every night that you two aren't already together hes spam texting you.

you always end up coming over.

if you play with his hair while he sleeps, you are his soulmate.

omg and little pecks on his face

he's obsessed

as for dates

i feel like he prefers more of a "lets sit and make each other laugh" type of date.

or maybe just a casual lunch where you two just catch up on more intimate parts of your life.

just wants to show you everything

you are literally his personal hype person

oml god forbid you don't pay attention to him when he shows you something

the type to fake his own demise at that very second

if he shows you a picture of him, you have to thank him for giving you a chance to see his beauty while kissing his feet.

just kidding LMAOOO

he just wants you to acknowledge the picture and maybe call him the sexiest man alive thats all! not so hard!

i think the only arguments would be from misread sarcasm from his side that causes major miscommunication.

after the first fight he does explain himself more often.

he just doesn't separate play from seriousness sometimes.

like if you show him a new outfit or hairstyle he will just say ew

out of habit of course

but truly he thinks you are the best looking person ever, just second to him of course

he actually shows you off all the time

on a schedule, everyone knows each and every outfit you had on for the last year.

everyone.

the type to send you pictures of anything and everything.

pictures of the road.

"what am i looking at" "street" "nice"

kind of like his instagram.

literally mid conversation too just pics of a empty cup.

say omg wow and you can continue the conversation.

now as far as nsfw...

ill leave it at power bottom

and mirrors.

mirrors every single time.

thats all

if you want i can do a nsfw part two

but overall he's a shelled lover. you just gotta push him out and he will love and worship every single part of you.

he wont admit it but he thinks you are the number one most beautiful person on earth. before him, of course.

[okiecookie20]

EXO and the CUBE •

There are multiple times we see the symbolism of the Cube in Exo's mvs. Things you (maybe) didn't notice:-

-We find it first appears as a box given to Kyungsoo in Overdose intro (Overdose theory!) as they are trapped in a maze. He sees a vision and empties the sand in it.

-A surprising link I found was in Obsession's concept photos. (Obsession Theory!) I noticed that Baek and Suho stand in and out of a cube literally made of glass & light:

-Tempo is wholly based on this cube and SM further makes things complicated for EXO-Ls 👻. Notice the white text at the bottom of this teaser image:

They solve the puzzles in different rooms which are in the bigger "cube": Jongdae+Chanyeol📝, Ksoo+Xiu♟️, Kai🎹 / Sehun🥂 / Jongdae in the bar, Baek+Suho💡 in the room with a bed (another cube imagery!)

The image below clears all doubts that the 🟥 is nothing but the maze we see in Overdose and Lucky one. (Lucky One theory!)

Another smaller red cube is seen at the very centre of the maze. I'll talk more about this in a different post dedicated to Tempo.

-Notice how the logo of EXODUS (theory) - 2nd album is awfully similar to the Necker cube which appears in Don't Mess Up My Tempo Album:

The lyrics of Exodus can be interpreted in two ways 1) they are in a maze in that era 2) this was the past and they escaped it:

I'm still trying to understand the concept of the best kpop group♡. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ;)

[jaemmphilia]

Here’s a shorter smut shot then

Still top xiumin x bottom m reader

Xiumin proposes to reader after years of being together in the most romantic way possible and they celebrate with his band mates and after the celebration, reader and xiumin celebrate on their own privately ;3

Im thinking something sweet and romantic with some good smutssss

Also happy anniversary. Kinda funny how it’s 3 years and you also just got 300 followers as well. That be awesome congrats bestie 🖤❤️🖤

★ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚡𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

★ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟾𝟻𝟹

xiumin is nervous. he's never been more nervous about anything in his entire 30-something years of living.

his clammy hands grip the soft velvet box in the pocket of his jeans. he watches [name] in front of him on the bridge, the male looking down into the murky water infested with fish and frogs.

this bridge is special to xiumin and [name]. the two had met here 15 years ago, when xiumin watched a group of boys push poor [name] into the muddy water, getting the male's white shirt all dirty.

xiumin wasted no time in rushing over to help the boy out of the gross water. he didn't care if his shoes and the bottoms of his pants were wet, he was more worried about the boy with tears in his eyes.

xiumin never wanted to see the boy cry ever again.

from that day forward, xiumin and [name] grew close. they became friends quickly, and throughout the remainder of their teenage years, they harbored feelings for each other but didn't act on them until their early 20s.

now the two of them are in their mid-thirties and more in love as the days go by. so in love that xiumin can't believe he hasn't done this sooner.

"xiumin, come look at the turtles!"

[name]'s voice shakes xiumin out of his trance of reminiscing. he takes a deep breath and walks toward [name], who still isn't looking in xiumin's direction. xiumin decides to bite the bullet and get over his nerves. he kneels down on one knee and clears his throat.

"i've always wanted a turtle, but my mom always said it was too big of a hassle. it's not too late to-" [name] stops talking as he turns to his left, seeing xiumin down on one knee. the male's breath hitches as his hand comes up to cover his mouth. [name] can feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

"[name], i brought you to this bridge because it means a lot to me. it's the first place we met, the place we shared our first kiss, and now it's the place where i am proposing to you." xiumin says, a few tears falling down his cheeks, "you mean the entire world to me and i want to make it last for as long as we both are breathing. so will you marry me?" xiumin says, looking up at [name] with the dopiest smile on his handsome face.

"oh, xiumin, what kind of idiot would i be if i said no?" [name] cries out as he pulls xiumin to his feet and wraps his arms around the male. after they hug, they share a kiss and xiumin slips the ring on [name]'s finger.

"we have to call the others, they're all waiting for me to call them and tell them how it went." xiumin says and he pulls out his phone, video chatting with baekhyun, who picks up immediately.

"well? did you do it? did [name] say yes?" baekhyun asks, speaking fast, and xiumin can see the others fighting to get in the frame.

xiumin laughs as [name] shows the other seven males the ring on his finger the males erupt in cheers of all kinds. "we're coming over right now to celebrate with you guys."

"well hurry your asses up! sehun is about to pop the champagne!" he hears chen cry out, his head popping out of the frame to stop sehun from opening the champagne prematurely.

after the video call ends, xiumin and [name] make their way to baekhyun and chanyeol's shared house.

xiumin and [name] get back to their own shared house and the two are already stripping their clothes off their backs. the two males share a deep kiss, their tongues rubbing against one another as they stumble to their room

xiumin pushes [name] onto the bed and hovers over the male. he kisses and bites [name]'s neck, making sure to leave a nice, red mark on his skin. xiumin drinks in the noises [name] makes and it fuels him with confidence.

"gonna fuck you so good, baby," xiumin says, growling into [name]'s ear, his hand stroking the male's half-hard cock, "gonna make you feel really good."

"hurry, xiu, feel like i'm gonna explode." [name] whines, his hips bucking upas his chest turns red.

"alright, baby. i'll be nice and give you what you want this time. but don't expect me to be this nice for round 2."

xiumin makes sure [name] is prepped enough to take his fat dick. he splits [name] open on his slender fingers for a bit before he impales [name] with his cock. he slams in and out of [name]'s tight heat, his arms planted on either side of [name].

xiumin and [name] keep each other close; kissing, touching, and moaning. they let out noises only meant for the other to hear the two of them becoming one as they share this intimate moment.

it doesn't end at sexual intimacy, though. now they have something bigger to look forward to:

the rest of their lives as one.

[jongbross]

What kind of pajamas do u think the exos prefer their partner wears? Ofc not being all controlling and whatnot, but if there’s a style/type of pajamas/nightwear that they love seeing their partner in? Like matching pajamas sets that go with one their own? Or wearing a nightie (both the sexy kind and not)? Or simply sleeping in a bra and underwear?

minseok: literally doesn't care as long as you're comfortable

junmyeon: nighties

yixing: silky nighties

baekhyun: one of his shorts and a big ass shirt

jongdae: nighties too

chanyeol: pajamas?

kyungsoo: pajamas for sure

jongin: matching pajamas with him (you're in for a wild ride now...)

sehun: naked? no? okay, so sports bra and whichever is more comfortable as the bottom part

[demure2]

Blood is Thicker Than Wine _ ONE

> BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WINE [MASTERLIST]

— 1930s au

— yandere neighbor!chanyeol x reader || ft. best friend!sehun

— genre: angst, suggestive

— warnings: language, alcohol use, cigarette/substance use, mental illness, watching from afar, anxiety, gun, blood, older fella chanyeol

— word count: 3.1k

— note: this story has been in my drive for 3 years, even tho this is the first piece on my account. i even had a timeline at the bottom of my draft to make sure war dates and stuff lined up hehe. it's O.K. if this doesn't do well since i'm writing for fun, but i'm happy i got at least part one of this out! then i can finally put this series to rest. i’m sorry that this kinda introductory part doesn’t have many interactions with chanyeol yet. i want to accurately convey the reader’s relationship with sehun before i make it fall apart :)

Girls like you loathe compliance but act it, anyway. You go against rules and you wear two faces, but you’re still compliant because nobody knows. Nobody suspects a thing, and you’ll keep it that way.

There’s not much to it, really: keep your papers in neat stacks, your dollars in even neater stacks, and your mouth shut. It’s a commitment, but it's applicable to the art of both compliance and not. That’s how this town runs. Girls like you are compliant.

Lately, alcohol traffic has been wedging tension into champagne bottles ready to pop, like faulty cork stoppers. Tenfold, and you’ve seen it. Tons of progeny craft succumbing to the paradigm of unrelentless violations of law, but you swore to never break the rules. That includes even the unspoken ones, like knowing to not mess with the neighborhood weirdo, Mr. Park.

Technically, you were just helping your best friend Sehun deliver night mail. It’s part of his job. 

“What a hound,” Sehun pants, steadying himself by gripping the fabric layering over your shoulder with calloused hands. Orphically, his brown irises are suddenly void of any liveliness. He’s exasperated, pupils fitfully blown out wide, the onyx barrier warped in various ways. Ways that make him look wild, more unimaginably feral than the manor overgrown with vines and rusted trellises in front of you.

 “I gummed up the works on this one,” he coos, lowly. Sehun’s arm parts from your shoulder to clutch his heart, breath hitching. He shudders, even in the cooling night zephyr. “Guess your momma was right all along,” he breathes. Mimicking a high-pitched voice, “stop hanging out with Sehun! He’s a neighborhood no-good nick who delivers mail for a few cents!”

You grin, wide. “So?”

Sehun looks at you like a stray pet. “Town mail won’t deliver itself,” you offer. "You’re an author, too, delivering your own work. That’s important. Don’t say useless things to me, Sehun.” The tone of the night becomes less tense. Smirking, you continue: “relax, then tell me what happened in that freak’s house.”

Your teeth bite down on your tongue, eyes narrow and reflecting the moonlight. 

You don’t know why you’re expecting a longer, well thought-out response from the Sehun you’re looking at right now. His short hair damp from the sweat and mild rain, parted in awkward tranches - you’re not used to comforting him, although it feels good to be the one seeing Sehun vulnerable, for once.

While you’re waiting for Sehun to rearrange his thoughts, you run your hand against the bars of iron separating you from the front yard of the manor. The sounds are a symphony of metal clink-clanks against your graceful nails, free of overgrown cuticles or ragged whites, unlike Sehun’s. The bars are hollow iron, but their wounds are merely rusted scratches, like they don’t give in over the years. 

Neither does Sehun.

Lazed back. Real lazy. Doesn’t like thinking about what he is, why he is, who he is. He’s thought about it before; things like whether or not cabbage was really nutritious (it’s just water), whether or not he wanted to be a writer forever, whether or not he should tell you about the car shop home, whether or not he loved you more than just a friend. 

It’s fated, and so he doesn’t bother to delve deeper than what he needs to know. He just knows that it’s all bliss when he’s with you. And he knows that he’s in love with this life: the rush, the fights, hell, he had almost forgotten his dad was a cop. Just like magnets, though polar opposites, you stick together. Late night escapades into the apple of the town was just another habit branded deep into your history.

He feels like laughing at his own inanity, so he parts his lips, but not even the chuckle at the edge of his throat makes it past. Something irks him uncomfortably about what happened tonight, so he clears his gullet filling up with phlegm and blames the bright waning moon. It used to be so full of itself, now only a needle in the vista expanse of night. Sehun breathes harder now, because he realizes that they’re not so different.

Sehun finally speaks: “Well, I just tried to throw the freak his mail. But I think I set off his flares, doll. Mr. Park - he’s really a bent man, broken after the war. There was an iron on his hip, a-and as soon as I saw it leave his belt loop, I didn't have a doubt that he’s not wicked.”

Sehun’s joints ache uncomfortably despite wherever he shifts his weight toward, so he leans against the tall wire fence guarding the manor. He feels an ivy trickle down the nape of his neck everytime he tilts his head to the side. Nuances here, nuances there. Last time you both were out here, there weren’t any ivies. Were there?

Mr. Park stands leaning back, intently listening from the arch door frame that separated his balcony from his quarters.

These kids talk so loudly, he thinks, he could hear your entire exchange from up here. The yellow cast light from his bedroom fights with the dark to illuminate his figure carefully in the night, but he knows that you’re both still unable to see him from the ground angle. He feels slightly creepy, standing there in his satin dress shirt and work jeans. He pulls out his gun one more time, loosely, just to swing it. 

Feeling watched, you decide that you both shouldn’t be there any longer. Sehun’s teeth grind against each other eagerly for a taste other than his own metallic blood being drawn. Yawning, his mouth goes dry and his throat parches, longing for the feeling of smoke in his lungs.

Sehun knows he shouldn’t smoke around you. He doesn’t want to ruin your innocence, but he can’t help it. He wishes he had better self-control and restraint, but even so, you were clearly too much of a goody-two-shoes to care. “Drop dead Sehun, are you stupid? How’d he get a gun in this old town? Those are so hard to even-”

“Everybody knows they’re prohibited, doll. It must be ‘cause he’s a veteran, the govs decide that they don’t need to necessarily establish regulations with them,” Sehun glances up back at the house. You know he’s just said a bunch of nonsense.

“Somethin’ like that,” he continues. “Like it’s any work.” He almost scoffs, reaching into his pocket upon instinct. He doesn’t notice, but you’re intently watching. 

You follow his hands well, when he rubs the nape of his neck and pulls out a Marlboro from his tattered satchel. Same satchel that’s been long worn with dirt and grease but vacant of textbooks, pencils, or really a real use, ever since the start of freshman year in college. Sehun still stands that it serves purpose in his mail business. 

He shuts his eyes tight as he lights it between his lips, drawing out the smoke for as long as he can. It blows away in the wind, but you scrunch your nose, in the contingency it dissolves in your nostrils.

You pressed Sehun for more: “Don’t you care that Mr. Park’s gonna smell the smoke? His window’s open and he could still be on his balcony for all we know,” you advise him, worried. “And what’s Mr. Park doing with a gun at this hour, anyway? You could see it from the ground? Should we rat him out?”

Sehun shrugs, not letting on much. 

The smoke ignites something in you, you think. “Sehun, answer me! Isn’t this technically trespassing? Shouldn’t we leave now? All that stuff you said about Mr. Park’s makin’ me nervous.”

He finally feels free and empty of apprehension when he lets go of the cigar, balanced between his lips. He feels powerful. But before he can halt the smile that plays at the curve of his mouth, he chuckles a dry, derisive laugh laced with smoke. “Just decided to be nice this week and stop skippin’ his address on the newspaper list for once. Only trespassin’ if we go beyond his door, these front gates bind nothing,” Sehun smirks. “You should know that by now.”

Thin to a whisper, you display a frown. “I don’t hop as many fences as you. Who knows what else this Park guy has, he’s the real deal, gat and all. You should know that before you do anything else, you fool.”

But he grins right back, and he grins wide. “I should? How touché.” 

When he proves satisfied with the gasper, Sehun withdraws the smoke from between his lips and thrusts it toward the grass. It doesn’t burn the damp grass, barely at all. Just tucks itself neatly in a pile of dandelions, the tarnished flame still warmer than the muted yellows surrounding it.

Quickly, almost lunging himself off, Sehun hoists his body up from the iron gate and firmly turns his heel on the cigar, smiling. 

 And when he lifts up his shoe, even under the dim haze of the moon, you can see that the mud has been imprinted deep into the design on the sole of his shoe and the weeds have been stomped flat, butt of the cigar crushed. He finally lifts his eyes to converge with yours and he deadpans, “You know, you’re gonna want a smoke one day, too,” pausing. “Finally want one, doll?”

Doesn’t Sehun know how to properly take care of a girl?

His hand lazed onto your shoulder leaning on the gate post, your eyes glued to the dirt. He wants you to look up, but his gaze is the only thing holding you down. You can’t break free from his glare, lidded and dazed. 

Last night’s rain drips down the manor’s primary parapet beam. A premonition?

“I don’t need more mess in my life right now.” You hadn’t intended for it to come out so harsh and raspy, but Sehun didn’t pay much attention to it.. “Your parents are too pliant, Sehun.”

Mr. Park sighs a breath of relief. You can take care of yourself. He runs a stiff, left hand through his hair. He wouldn’t have to think about Sehun taking advantage of your company. He quietly hums an incisive tune, like a victory sequence. 

“Give it a try. I know your momma doesn’t like me so much anymore, thinkin’ we’re doin-this and doin-that. You don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to, alright?” He reassures you, something you’re grateful for. “I’m just saying, you can’t be such a high-pillow all the time and expect fun. Even if we landed in jail, my dad’d let us out,” Sehun tilts his head down to hide his smile under his breath, giddy.

“I’m not a high-pillow! Can’t we just go to the next address now?”

Ignoring your question, he’s totally replaying the scene over and over in his head. In his pocket, Sehun crosses his middle over his index. He did not like the feeling of mild defeat. At a weak attempt to cure his frustration, his hand rubs at his forehead. Instead, he’s inundated by the dewy sweat collecting at his brow. How could I let Chanyeol scare me off like that? 

You change the subject. Softer, quieter, your voice barely cuts through the air. “Sehun?” Your voice seems to awaken him a bit. Quickly, he mutters underneath his breath, “huh? What?” His mouth parts uncomfortably, small drops of rain collecting on his bottom lip and cupid's bow. 

“You look like tonight’s over. We can walk home now, you’re very pale.”

Sehun responds, an equally modest, “I’m okay.” Insisting, “let’s hang out a little longer,” pausing to offer a smile. “Gumshoe.”

A smile peels your lip open. “Oh yeah?”

Acquiescently, he smiles. “Oh yeah.”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

Sehun winces. “Not yet. Don’t bleed anything against me, ‘kay detective?”

Sehun steadies himself against the tall iron fence again, and it hits him like cold deja vu against his spine. The metal presses deeper into the valleys of his back this time like a knife, but still, he doesn’t move. Instead, he lets it cave against his skin even more, jutting through the fabric of his dress shirt. He takes another look at the smothered cigarette hidden in the grass and laughs a hearty laugh. All he smells is ash and wet dew.

And then, rather obscenely, it comes crashing down on him like dead weight. 

“You know, Chanyeol pulled the gun on me first, looking down on me from that balcony. Then tauntingly, he pointed it back toward himself. What would you do?” Sehun says honestly, turning to face you.

“His blown out eyes wide, but completely still. I’m so pissed that I was scared. Fuckin’ embarrassin’.” he grumbles, matter of factly, a frown thin between his lips as if he’s proven his own point wrong.

“Chanyeol?”

Fuck! “Oh, yeah. That’s his first name. Chanyeol. It means ‘loser’ in the ‘i-can’t-get-any-girls’ language.”

Chanyeol quirks a brow, leaning onto the side railing, still hidden. 

You can’t help but snort. “And why would he do such a thing? Was his tongue stickin’ out too?”

It’s hard to tell where the fabrication starts, but with a pat to your head and a hum in validation, Sehun opens his mouth to protest. “What makes you think he wouldn’t? He’s the town freak.”

Shrugging, you scan the line of trees enveloping the path down the hill. “No, I mean that he was makin’ fun of you with that face.”

 “Sure,” he nods. “But you cannot twist the truth, and the truth is all I’ve been telling you. Don’t you see? That’s creepy, he was pointing the rod at himself. I didn’t want to be responsible in case he actually pulled it, so I left, but now I know that he has no limits. He was ready to die, [Y/N]. This guy’s got no girls, and he’s creepy. You should stay away from him.”

Sehun’s story is like a leaky faucet. It holds enough truth to be believable, but somewhere in the piping, it doesn’t go over well with you. But you believe him. 

Your mind becomes numb and somber for a moment, but the feeling is botched. As if the anesthesiologist didn’t know better, unable to properly administer the drug, and you could still recall Sehun’s words in your head. They lay heavy on your heart, yet you’re not prosaically thinking into the consequences, at all.

Maybe Mr. Park wasn’t as insane as the town recalled him to be. Sehun suddenly speaks. “What a crumb, huh? I don’t think that man’s has mercy on anyone, not even himself.” 

An epiphany makes you feel sick, like a bully. Kids swirl baseless rumors around him. “What are you implying? That he’s lonely and lonely people are crazy?”

“I mean, yeah. He’s a vet, after all. What’s surprising?”

“Listen, you - I mean, Mr. Park, he-he doesn’t have the motive. Stop giving him motives. Rumors say he studied business after his discharge from the draft. That manor of his is built on years of liquified assets, why would he put it all on the line?”

Mr. Park stifles a laugh. You’re defending him. 

Sehun shuts his eyes to think, and for a second you think he’s going to reach into his bag for another cigar, but you think he’s really thinking this time. Sehun definitely knows he is; maybe it’s the lingering tobacco in his throat, maybe it’s the aftershock of what he just said, but he’s really thinking, fitfully. “I - I don’t know, [Y/N]. Maybe he deserves it, for all the people he’s killed.”

A flicker of candlelight moves in your peripheral vision. You nervously glance up at the manor’s ridiculously high arch windows, and wince in horror as the orange glow casted on the balcony shifts. It’s dimmer this time, because there is quite clearly someone blocking the light.

 And the silver alloy shotgun in their grasp gleams under the lunar projection, very, very jeeringly. 

They stand there, eerily forlorn. Lacking real tone or emotion, barren. A machiavellian with a .357 in the limelight pointed dejectedly at the ground. The candlelight behind the figure filters around the silhouette like a stencil on a black canvas, a ghastly spectacle.

And as his arm rises, gun following your bodies, a ghastly spectacle, indeed. It’s hard to tell who he’s aiming at because of the distance. 

The only thing more daunting than the sight itself was the sound of silence. Sehun mutters a curse beneath his breath, beginning to crouch next to you on the dirt. You feel his hands lightly traipse your torso, yearning for your palms in the dark. He first finds your thumb, tender on your clavicle. Then your index, playing with your blouse cloth. You’re glad he doesn’t feel your heartbeat above all, otherwise he would have felt the throb of fear and the mop of tangled love strings evident in the moment. 

Instead, he squeezes your palms together and intertwines your fingers on a whim. Sweaty and scared, they mangle like ropes. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at first, but it was the only way he knew how to provide enough ease for the both of you. It always offers him a little warmth; besides, you were both in danger.

You shudder. “The cover here isn’t good enough,” you whisper. “I bet he’s been listening in on us, Sehun. You see his gat?” Your teeth are chattering now, despite the cooling atmosphere.

“I don’t know what your mama tells you dolly, but now ... we fucking run.” He wants to tighten his grip on his hands on you further and take off like that, but he knows your nature and psyche too well to do that. 

Your chattering halts, “He’s going to see us. And shoot us.” Suddenly apathetic, Sehun finally muses, “Alright. Let’s stay here until that husk of a man leaves.” He exhales, blowing the strands of black hair from his eyes, “promise.” 

Sehun was never very good with promises, and you realize that too late. The fingers caught in yours are already replaced with air and are instead wrapped around your wrist. He juts out his hip, and rises to his full stand. He’s very tall. “Sorry doll. Lied.”

Your stomach sinks. “What are you, a puppy? Do I have to pick you up myself?” He’s towering over you, height teetering past the gate that separated Mr. Park’s property from the town’s. “Sehun, get down, there’s going to be a metal shell in your head anytime now!” With a swift kick to your knee, he pulls you up from the dirt before you can even feel the jolt against your joints, and runs against the wind with you.

[lasi-nariyoyoreads]

Also Sehun and Junmyeon? thank you 🙏

Suho and Sehun's relationship according to tarots

Disclaimer:

My readings are made for fun and you should read them for fun too. So don't take them seriously. 

The lovers, 10 of swords, temperance

That's a very interesting combination of cards.

At first they had a great union, similar values, lot of respect for each other, a great feeling between them, very intense relationship.

Then sh1t happened at some point.

10 of swords indicates betrayal, severed tied and hitting the bottom, so their relationship was strained at some point.

I don't know if something happened between them, or if they were stressed out and/or with a poor mental health, either way they were on very bad terms.

The last card points to a pacification between the two. As coworkers and in honor of what they shared in the past, they probably forgave each other and began a new and more mature phase of their relationship.

Now their relationship might be less intense, but it's more balanced and peaceful.

If I have to be honest, the cards look like they're narrating the story of a father and a child at first, then the child becomes a teenager and they begin to argue and lastly the son who finally becomes an adult starts to understand better the father.

What Suho thinks about Sehun

Rev 2 of cups, 8 of pentacles, rev the justice

He felt there is an imbalance between them, it's possible he thinks he has more affection for him than the other way round. He might think he cares less about him and that it's somehow one-sided?

I can also see rx 2 of cups pointing at Junmyeon thinking that Sehun isn't that good when it comes to relationships with other people, for example he doesn't know how to be agreeable, he might speak in a way that isn't considered proper in certain situations etc.

He considers him as a hard-worker, someone ready to try new challenges, successful and very productive.

He thinks he can be unfair sometimes, lack common sense.

I think Suho might think he needs to guide him or fix some of his bad antics.

What Sehun thinks about Suho

Rev high priestess, rev the chariot, knight of pentacles

He thinks Suho is too focused on other people's opinions and too self-sacrificing.

Sehun might've felt a bit too controlled? Like don't do this or don't do that.

High pristess is a card related to intuition and inner world, he might've felt repressed and not heard.

In Sehun's eyes, he might make unreasonable choices, maybe for the sake of others, the group or the company.

He might think Suho should listen more to his inner voice and, in a way, be a bit more selfish.

He thinks he's a patient person, hardworking, persistent, someone who gets what he wants in the end, responsible and with common sense.

[misswoozi]

I was watching episode 9 of Exo's ladder 4 and in one part, Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun were bullying/manhandling Junmyeon because he was hiding something under his shirt and they wanted to take it away from him. So Junmyeon was being like "stop 🥰🥺" and Sechanbaek were holding his arms and legs down 😳😂

- Suwitru

LMAOOO first of all, I love our long-suffering Suho.

but!! Suho being lovingly mauled (and occasionally stripped) by his members is no new occurence.

(Jongdae always seems to be at the scene of the crime???)

and since he's SUCH a sub and SUCH a bottom and SUCH a slut for praise when it comes to male partners........... it kinda makes you wonder, doesn't it? 🤭

[eomayas]

10:07 PM • osh

pairing: sehun x f reader, fwb relationship!

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

synopsis: you and sehun are fwbs and have a little bit of fun

warnings: p in v penetration, fingering, creampie, praise, teasing, sehun is cheeky

unedited

“you’re all dressed up,” sehun says sarcastically when he opens the door to let you in. you dressed in sweats and a big sweatshirt (his, actually), and a pair of slides. you two are practically wearing the same thing.

“it’s all coming off, anyway,” you say casually, pulling the hood of your jacket down and making your way to his living room.

“if that’s the case then my room is this way,” he replies, like you don’t know, and didn’t come over here for one thing. you look at him and raise your eyebrows, mockingly. he just smirks at you and grabs you hand, gently pulling you down the hallway and into his bedroom.

when you both enter the room and he quickly closes the door, you slide your (his) sweatshirt off and toss it onto the floor, leaving you in a thin tank top. sehun walks over to the bed and sits down, pulling you on top of him. “no bra,” he comments when your chest is in front of his eyes, nipples peaked and alert.

“nope,” you say, running your tongue over your top row of teeth. you place your hands on sehuns shoulders and look down at him staring up at you. he leans up to kiss you and you pull back slightly. “you’re a little eager.” you tease, pulling at his bottom lip with your thumb.

“says you,” sehun replies, tossing you onto the bed next to him and then crawling on top of you. he doesn’t miss the way your breasts jiggle, and kisses the tops of them that spill out of your shirt before he even kisses you.

the kiss starts out a little slow, slower than usual, and you start kissing him back with more want and fervor. you hands slide up his back and into his hair, one hand holding the back of his neck and while the other grabs ahold of his dark locks. sehun moves from your mouth to kiss at your jaw and down to your neck, his fingers gripping your hips tightly. “hunnie,” you say, using his nickname. your hands slide down his back and underneath his shirt. “take this off.” you breathe when he sucks on that spot on your neck. sehun pulls back, resting on his knees in between your legs.

sehun pulls his shirt off, his muscles flexing lightly. you’ve seen this body naked enough times to have it memorized. you know every curve, every mole, every scar. you know how it’ll feel underneath your fingertips. but every time you do see it, it’s always like the first time. it’s no secret he’s toned and muscular; not beefy, but strong and lean. you can never look at him like this for too long without wanting to blush and giggle like a school girl.

“better?” he teases, putting his hands on your knees. you nod and sit up slightly as you reach your hand out to run them across his abs. your touch is soft and feather like, almost non existent, but you feel him just fine.

sehun watches you, his eyes ping-ponging from your face that looks a little too into his abs, and your hand. you let out a little breath and put your hands on his ribs, pulling him down with you as you lay back on the bed. sehun holds himself up using your knees before placing his hands on either side of your head and resuming his place on your neck.

he nips and sucks on your neck, making sure to leave a mark. you let out tiny pants and whimpers as he creates his hickey on your neck; marking you, claiming you, but you don’t mind when it feels this good.

sehun kisses down to your chest. he pulls your tank top down, not bothering to fully remove it, and pulls your breasts free. he wastes no time sucking and fondling you breasts.

“hunnie,” you whine after a few minutes. he looks up at you, your nipple in his mouth. “cmon, hunnie. i need you.” you say. he pulls back from your chest, a line of saliva following.

you push your sweats down to your knees and he finishes pulling them off for you. “you’re a little eager,” he mocks, pressing two fingers against your clothed cunt. goosebumps form on your skin and you let out a breath.

“shut up,” you say, pulling down your underwear too, proving his point but not really caring. you ball your panties up in your fist, ready to toss them to the side until you look up at sehun, whose eyes are glued to your now exposed cunt. instead of throwing them to the floor, you throw them at sehun, and he snaps out of his daze and catches them in midair before they hit him.

he looks at you for a moment, a hint of mischief in his eyes. before you can register what he’s doing, he brings your panties up to his nose and takes a whiff. “perv!” you say, your face heating up. sehun only smirks and puts your underwear into his pocket. “you’re si- fuck,” you gasp, squeezing your legs together as sehun slips two fingers inside of you without warning. with his free hand, he forces your legs open and holds them down.

“i’m what?” he asks, a devilish grin on his face.

“y-you’re sick—shit, sehun!” you cry, your back arching when he adds a third finger and starts fondling your nipple, rolling it in between his fingers.

“yeah, but you like it,” he says, leaning up to attach his mouth to the breast that he isn’t occupying with his hand. the fact that every sensitive part of you body is being played with makes you start panting, loud moans leaving your mouth when he curls his fingers and hits that spot. “you about to come for me?” sehun asks, taking you out of his mouth momentarily.

you can only whimper in response, your toes curling. your knees dare to press together but only to as far as sehuns frame will allow. “cmon, y/n. i know you can do it for me,” he says, speeding up his movements and pressing down on your clit with his thumb.

you don’t know whether it’s the overstimulatation or his fingers, but you come all over his hand with a loud whine, your back arching up into his chest. “sehun!” you cry, clenching around his fingers. you continue to gush as he finger-fucks you through your orgasm.

“that’s right, baby,” he says, not stopping his movements. you grab onto his wrist to stop him, your legs starting to shake and your brain feeling fuzzy.

“hunnie, please,” you gasp, trying to crawl away from him. he finally lets up and pulls his fingers out of you. your arousal is sticky and his digits are coated in it. whatever didn’t get on his hands slips out onto your thighs and his sheets, and you cringe at the feeling.

sehun sucks on his fingers, humming at the taste. you watch him through heavy lids, biting back a smile when he pulls them out of his mouth and licks his lips. he steps off the bed and pulls his sweats down, his erection hard in his briefs. sehun palms himself as he looks down at you, all pretty and laid out for him. “turn around,” sehun orders. you manage to sit up and turn over, getting on all fours. “you still on the pill?” he asks, pulling his underwear down.

“uh-huh,” you say, looking back at him over you shoulder. his dick is on full display. he holds it in one hand and you swallow thickly, turning to look at his headboard. you feel him come up behind you. he presses a kiss onto you lower back before grabbing ahold of your hips and yanking your towards him. you put an arch in your back and brace yourself for him breaching your folds.

he teasingly taps the head of his dick on your folds, his free hand grabbing a handful of your ass. “you’re quiet,” he comments, pushing just the tip inside. you let out a shaky breath, your arms feeling shaky already. “i’m not doing enough?” sehun asks mockingly. he knows he’s not doing enough, but he doesn’t want to bottom out without giving you time to adjust to him.

“no,” you squeak when he pushes himself in deeper. your breathing speeds up and you close your eyes. sehun was not little in the slightest. he was long, and you never quite adjusted to him even after all of this time. every time he’s fully inside, it feels like he stuck his forearm in rather than his dick.

“you want more? you sure?” he asks genuinely.

“i can take it, hunnie,” you breathe. he doesn’t wait another second before he’s pushing into you, holding back from going too fast. you moan and clench around him, making his movements falter.

“y/n, r-relax. you’re gripping me too tight,” sehun says, his voice shaky. if you keep clenching around him like this, he won’t last.

“fuck, sehun!” you cry, trying to will yourself to relax, but the stretch is too much. your arms start shaking so you just give up and let yourself fall into the mattress. your momentary defeat makes you stop squeezing him, and he’s able to keep moving.

sehun strokes slowly a few times before firmly grabbing your hips and speeding up. you scream his name and grab onto the sheets, balling them up in your fists. “you’re taking me so well, y/n,” he groans. “talk to me, baby. i need to hear you. ” you moan in response, tears coming to your eyes.

you blabber incoherently and mewl as he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up as he pounds into you. this pace has your vision blurring and you crying out his name like a prayer. “fuck, y/n!” he grunts. sehun releases his grip on your hair by a little bit and pushes your face into the mattress. “you gonna come again for me? all over my dick?” he asks, his strokes slowing down a bit so he can reach forward and play with you clit.

“h-hunnie,” you pant, blinking away all of the black spots in your vision. you don’t have any time to let him know you’re close because you cream all over him. you scream out a string of curse words and whine out his name as he keeps pounding into you, his hand back in your hair while the other holds you firmly.

a few moments later, sehun releases into you with a loud shout or your name. he watches both of your juices pour out of you, and pushes it back in, a sudden sense of possessiveness taking over. “i-i can’t take it, sehun,” you cry, stray tears leaking out of you eyes. he pulls out of you and flips you over. when he notices the tears on your cheeks, he can’t help but smile. “fuck you.” you whine, gently swatting at him.

“i already did,” he replies, leaning down to kiss you. you wrap one arm around his neck and bring the other down in between you. you grab ahold of his still hard dick and push it between your folds. “you want more?” he asks against your mouth.

“yes,” you say, suddenly shy. sehun pushes himself up onto his hands and looks down to see where you both connect, and starts pushing himself inside. you hook one of your legs around his hips and pull him closer to you by the shoulders.

when both of you come, you for the third time and him the second, he pulls out of you with a tiny moan and you whimper at the loss of contact. sehun flops down beside you and catches his breath, one arm behind his head. after a few moments of you two lying there and breathing, you ask, “can you get a towel?”

sehun comes back and wipes you off and checks to make sure that you’re alright and that he didn’t hurt you. “you’re going soft on me,” you say, and he rolls his eyes.

“you’re the one who can’t take dick,” he says back nonchalantly, turning around to toss the soiled towel in his laundry. you gasp and grab a pillow and throw it at him, missing him only by centimeters. sehun smirks at you over his shoulder and starts to get dressed.

you decide to do the same, finding everything that you arrived in except your panties. “sehun, give me my underwear,” you say, pulling your tank top over your breasts properly.

“here,” he says, tossing you a pair that you didn’t wear today. you don’t ask, because it was probably from a time you spent the night, or one of his pervy moments, like earlier tonight.

you finish getting dressed and grab a new sweatshirt out of his closet. sehun rests on the bed, phone in hand as he scrolls aimlessly through his social media apps. it’s only when you say, “you little bastard!” that he looks up and finds you looking in his dresser mirror, the collar of your (his) hoodie yanked down to look at your neck.

sehun smirks and goes back to his phone. “i have a date tomorrow, asshole,” you say, but you don’t actually really care. it’s true, but you really just want to see what he has to say.

“that’ll be awkward, won’t it,” he says, his voice bored. but inwardly, he’s glad he marked you up. no, you’re not dating and he doesn’t really care if you start. but he also knows what is his, and he happens to see you as such.

“it’ll make for interesting conversation.”

you tried covering up the hickey as best as you could using makeup, but it was still visible. you thought about wearing a turtle neck, but it was hot out so you just said fuck it, and went to your date with the hickey still visible.

you could see your date, soobin, glancing at it all night, but he never asked about it. you didn’t really care, because your mind was elsewhere. you couldn’t wait for this date to be over.

when it finally was, you called the one and only person you wanted to see.

“guess the conversation wasn’t so interesting,” he says, the smirk on his face evident in his voice.

“no, it definitely wasn’t,” you reply.

“come over and let me make up for it.”

[justwritedreams]

Now it starts | Sehun

Mafia!Sehun x Reader

Word count: 2531 Genre: slight angst. Author: maari  Warnings: Suggestive, reader being jealous, a few punches, deaths and bad words. Sehun saying baby girl because yeah, that's a warning. Note: I melted with this scenario, mafia! sehun is my favorite and you have no idea. Request: can i request exo sehun!mafia please? the plot is y/n's is suho's little sister, and you guys are fighting because of something. out of nowhere, you've been kidnapped and sehun-suho are in fight. finally, they save you and you hug suho and he approves your relationships and say sorry. can i add some plot like suho knows your relationship when you and sehun making out?   ⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N tried to hold back a laugh but Sehun's icy lips were tickling her uncovered neck, but the urge to laugh soon passed when his wide and firm hands held her by the waist, gluing her against his warm body. "Come on, no one will see us." he spoke against her skin and Y/N bit her lower lip, her body temperature was already high enough just with his stolen kisses, the feeling that they were doing something forbidden was making her heart race even more. "No one will see us but will they hear us?" she asked mischievously.

Sehun broke the kiss to face her, his eyebrow raised.

"If you’ll be a good girl." he replied quietly, his Adam's apple becoming more evident as he swallowed hard as he stared unashamedly at the neckline of her dress.

"You know I can't promise anything." she shrugged and he looked at her in surprise.

"You used to be an angel, baby girl."

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

"I think I've been corrupted by someone."

Sehun smiled widely before pinning her against the wall and advancing against Y/N's red lips, starting a quick and thirsty kiss. She sighed, her legs barely supporting themselves and the only thing keeping her upright were his hands. The body was missing Sehun, it was screaming for him in every way possible and although she had no idea he was back from business it was hard for her to hold back her smile when she saw him next to her brother. That had been a casual visit to her older brother, it had been a long time since Suho and she had seen each other so she took advantage of her break from work to see him.

But in fact, the conversation didn't even last 5 minutes as his phone rang and it was just her and Sehun in the room.

They weren't crazy about making out in the living room, where anyone could catch them, especially her brother who was against any kind of approach with his... work partners. So there wasn't much left for them to do but make out in a hidden room, because it wasn't like they could stand to be away when they were so close. Sehun's hands itched to touch Y/N's legs that were uncovered by the dress she was wearing, but would soon be on the ground if it was up to him. And he didn't take long to touch her exposed and burning skin, Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist and soon he was holding her as hot, fierce lips meet desperately. Y/N moaned softly as he bit down on her bottom lip and instinct had her grinding her hips against his, feeling the bulge.

"Be quiet or I'll end up having to punish you." it took a lot of willpower not to moan again, having Sehun's low voice so close talking so provocatively was too much for her. All she wanted was for no piece of clothing to get in the way of feeling his body again, after so long, she yearned to have him inside her.

But it was clear he was going to take his time, 6 weeks without seeing each other and he was going to rush things? No way. He would leave her bubbling up with desire until he gave her what she wanted, as he always did. As they started another hot kiss, neither of them even remembered Suho who at that point was looking for his sister around the house. He knew where she would be and that's why he went to the library, the place where she liked the most.

Only Suho didn't know that she liked the library because that's where she and Sehun made out often, it was there or in her brother's office and she wouldn't be crazy to stay with Sehun there.

When Sehun was reaching for the hem of Y/N's dress and she was already brushing her hips again so that his hand could touch her intimately, the door slammed and caught their attention, followed by Suho's rough voice.

"What the fuck is this?"

The two looked in shock at Suho who was gripping the door handle tightly, Y/N jumped off Sehun's lap, he just took a deep breath. Y/N straightened her hair, avoiding her brother's furious gaze, her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest. It was a disturbing silence. "So who's going to explain to me first what the fuck is going on?" Suho asked once more and Y/N glared at Sehun, he was serious but not surprised.

Especially because he knew that at some point he would have to reveal the truth to his friend.

"I think it's self-explanatory what you saw." Sehun replied, shrugging and that pissed off Suho.

He took a step forward and Y/N did the same, placing herself in front of her brother.

“This is funny to you? With my sister?!"

"Don’t start!" she said, placing her hand on her brother's chest, trying to push him back.

"Since when are you guys doing this behind my back?" "I don't think you're going to like the answer." Sehun replied and Suho closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"I told you to stay away from my sister!"

"You don't have to treat me like I'm 5 years old, okay?" Y/N said, angry.

"Then don't act like one." he spoke loudly and Y/N closed her free hand, she felt the nails dig into her skin but she was so irritated that she didn't even care. "I'm sorry if I fell in love with your sister, I sure wanted to do it on purpose." Sehun spoke louder and Suho turned to face him, as well as Y/N.

Well, he had told her he loved her before but seeing him admit it in front of her brother was… different.

"Don't think I still agree with the idea." Suho sighed and held up his finger. "If you hurt her, you already know what will happen to you."

"Before you can lay a hand on me, I'll do it myself."

[...]

"Leave me!" Y/N pulled her arm away from Sehun's hands and tried to stride away, feeling like an idiot as tears burned her eyes.

"Y/N please!" he ran after her. "Don't do it like that."

"Go back to that crappy casino and that busty one that was sitting on your lap." she said hurt, crossing the street and Sehun huffed, reaching for her arm and making her stop. "Stop acting like a child, you know it wasn't what you're thinking at all. It's just business." he argued and she swallowed hard.

She knew, of course. That kind of business was part of his world.

But that didn't mean she wasn't pissed and jealous. She wanted to surprise him, she would just drop by the hotel and see him from afar. But she didn't want to see a woman sitting on his lap and she didn't want to be discovered, of course her ego was slightly massaged when she saw Sehun get up the moment he saw her there, he ran after her when he saw that she was leaving.

But she was jealous, dammit! She couldn't help it. "Wait a minute." he smiled slightly as he studied her face. "Do you like me so much that you're jealous?"

Y/N huffed in annoyance.

"As if you don't know the answer."

Sehun's face lit up for a few seconds, he was ready to take her in his arms and kiss her right there in the middle of the street, the pout Y/N was making begged to be kissed. However, his eyes averted when he saw 3 black cars approaching at high speed, he put his hand to his waist on the gun that was hidden but before he could engage it to shoot, several masked men jumped out of the still moving cars and approached him and Y/N. The last thing he saw was Y/N's confused face looking to the sides before being abruptly pulled away from him, someone hit him on the back of the head and he tried to fight the darkness but it was practically impossible, even if he heard Y/N scream his name in sheer desperation.

He woke up with Suho slapping him in the face and he got up abruptly, ready to fight for Y/N... only she wasn't there anymore.

"What the hell happened?" Suho asked worriedly and Sehun tripped over his own feet as he looked around.

There was no sign of Y/N.

“No.” he felt his voice crack as desperation took over his body. "No, shit!" “Sehun. Did my sister find you? She texted me saying she was coming to see you.” Sehun stared at him, not knowing what to say. "Why were you lying in the street?" "We fought." he brought his hand to the spot where he had been hit. "And they took her." Suho raised his eyebrows and blinked more than usual.

"What?"

"They took her!" Sehun spoke more firmly. "Y/N was kidnapped and I couldn't do anything."

He saw Suho's nostrils flare and then in a quick movement, Suho lunged at him, landing a punch on his face.

Sehun staggered back but didn't reciprocate. He deserved it.

Mainly because he had let them take Y/N.

He didn't move to stop it because he was too gleeful that Y/N was jealous of him to care about his instincts. "If anything happens to my sister, it will be your fault!"

"I know that, do you think I wanted this to happen?"

"You put her in that position the moment you got involved with her.” "I'll fix this, I'll bring her back." Sehun responded with conviction, feeling every fiber in his body electrify with rage.

"We will." Suho replied firmly. "We know who it was."

"The Brotherhood."

[...] Y/N kept her head down, not out of embarrassment even though being slapped in the face had hit her more than the face but her ego, but she was almost undoing the ropes those thugs had tightened around her wrists. It was the first time she had been kidnapped because of her brother and boyfriend's business, but that didn't mean she hadn't been in conflicting and desperate situations. And Suho himself had already taught her to think reasonably in extreme situations.

It was exactly what she was doing.

She pretended to pass out from the slap she had taken, enough for the idiots to tie her wrists anyway, they wouldn't see her moan in pain from the knot so it didn't matter if they tied it tight.

She might even smile evil, if she weren't in a dirty, dark cabin and who knows where. She managed to free her hands enough to manage to take off the ring she always wore without dropping it on the floor and give the kidnappers that she was awake. She wiggled the ring until she found the stone and squeezed it, hearing a little click and then a sound that made her take a deep breath.

She had won Suho's ring, when he had entered the mafia world, it was not only a very rare stone but also a tracker.

Y/N didn't always activate it because that ring was for emergencies, like in that case.

The brother would know where she was now. Hearing footsteps, she put the ring back on her finger and pretended to be passed out again. Suho had taught her how to use her hearing properly, so she closed her eyes and waited. She heard them enter the room she was in and approach her.

She had to swallow a sound of revulsion when she felt an awkward hand on her legs.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked and she heard a laugh.

"Having fun. Isn't it a shame such a beauty is with the wrong guy?"

"The boss told you to just watch, not touch."

"As I care."

"Do you know whose sister she is?!"

"He will never know."

Y/N swallowed and took a deep breath.

"After all, you'll die before that." she spoke firmly and raised her head to face the two masked men.

One looked a bit surprised and the other who caressed her leg, approached holding her face tightly and making her look at him. "Don't test me, bitch." he warned and she laughed.

Y/N then spit in the man's face and he released her, raising his hand to smack her in the face.

But even before he could do that, a gunshot echoed through the room and his body fell to the side already lifeless, the thud made the other one who was stopped turn to the door and try to raise the gun, to no avail because he was shot twice in the chest and fell dead. Y/N felt her eyes water as she saw her brother enter the room armed, looking at both of them to make sure they were dead. Suho approached her and helped her finish undoing the rope knot, as soon as her wrists were free, she threw herself into her brother's arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned as he pressed her against his body.

Y/N just nodded, relieved to see her brother.

"Let me see you. Are you hurt?" he asked and pulled back enough to place his hands on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for getting you into this." "It's okay, you're here now." she said, trying not to cry.

But it was difficult when she saw Sehun enter the room, she noticed that he was limping and saw a cut on his leg. It was enough to feel her heart sink and rush to him.

Sehun held her tight in his arms, ignoring all the pain in her body from the fight he had with who knows how many henchmen, she buried her face in the back of his neck and he stroked her hair, closing his eyes and relieved that they had arrived on time. "I'm sorry, God, I'm so sorry." Y/N pulled back to look at him, his hands went to her face and without having to say anything, they kissed right there. "I knew you would come." she spoke against his lips and he caressed her face. "He proved why he deserves you." Suho's voice echoed through the room and the couple pulled back to look at him.

Y/N was confused and Sehun was surprised.

"Are you…" she started to speak and Suho rolled his eyes.

"Approving of your relationship? Yeah, fine. It's not like I can stop it anyway."

Sehun smiled widely as he placed his hand on Y/N's waist, afraid that she would move away from him. "Just please, stop having sex in the library, there's a bedroom in the mansion for that." He said, shaking his head and leaving the room.

Y/N looked at Sehun and he raised his eyebrow.

"He ordered it, you heard."

[stratus-skye07]

Suga Craze [Finale] | Suga

[Ten] [Masterlist]

Y/N

This was it, again. I was on the edge of death. Normally I wouldn’t care since I’ve always known that it was my fate to get killed this way but this time I was happily married and expecting. With those two differences, I had a lot more to live for. I can’t help but let a tear fall down my cheek.

“Can you give CL a message for me?” I tell them.

The man scoffs, “Last words? Don’t you think that’s a little cliché?”

I shrug, “Maybe, but who’s to say CL won’t be dead before you tell her or if you guys will even live to pass on my message.”

“So what is it you want me to tell her?”

I sigh, “I’ll be seeing her again.”

It’s when I hear the gun get cocked that I know that this is the end of the road for me, again. I close my eyes when the last thing I hear is the gun go off.

The breath gets knocked out of me but somehow I’m still breathing. There’s no pain radiating anywhere on my body like before. My eyes continue to stay shut as the ringing in my ear continues to vibrate as the room is silent. 

“Are you planning on staying like that all day?” I’m surprised to hear a voice I’d least expect to hear again.

Opening my eyes, there he was standing in front of me, “Suho?”

Looking at my surroundings, the men that were standing before me were on the ground, dead. Suho, along with the rest of EXO were standing over them.

He smiles lending me his hand, “Sorry we’re late. You wouldn’t believe the traffic.”

I let out a half laugh half cry from the relief of not being dead as I took his hand to get to my feet, “How did you know I was here?” 

He cocks his head over his shoulder. I look past him to see my faithful friend. “Noona,” Jimin comes up to hug me.

“Oh, I’m glad to see you’re okay.” I look to see if he wasn’t too badly disciplined by Yoongi.

He nods, “Suga wouldn’t listen so I went to find help elsewhere.”

I look back over to Suho, “Thank you.”

He shakes his head, “Let’s just say I was repaying a debt.”

“Yoongi.” I quickly remembered what was important, “Do you know if Bangtan are okay?”

Baekhyun steps forward, “We have Sehun watching the place. He says the place is pretty much a hostage situation.”

“Then we need to go.” I pull on Jimin’s arm to make it towards the door.

Once we get to the bottom floor of the safehouse and out of the building a familiar car pulls up to the front. Jungkook jumps out of the driver seat, “Y/N!” He pulls out his gun to point it at Suho, who was walking behind us.

I stand in front of Suho with my hands up to stop him from attacking my savior. “No, no, don’t shoot! They saved me. They’re on our side.” Slowly he lowers his gun before putting it away.

“Are you okay?” Jin asks, approaching me.

“I’m fine, but we need to get back to the penthouse.” I say nudging him towards the car.

Jin tries to hold me in place, “It’s okay. We believe you about CL.”

Jungkook adds, “Yeah, we can’t take you to the penthouse right now. Suga is talking to her. He ordered us to get you out of the safehouse and away before she suspects we’re on to her.”

“Suga is doing a lot more than talking to her.” Suho steps out to say.

Jungkook and Jin look at each other in confusion, “What do you mean?” Jin asks.

“Yoongi and the others are being held at the penthouse. CL’s most likely trying to convince him to join her but we all know that he won’t do that without a fight.” He explains.

Jimin adds, “So we need to get back to the penthouse right now.”

Jungkook signals to the car, “Get in.”

“Whoa, Y/N.” Suho calls out to me.

I bow to him respectfully, “Thank you again for your help, Suho. I promise when everything’s dealt with, I’ll repay you for your kindness.”

“So that’s it? You think we’re just gonna sit back and let you go into war possibly outnumbered?” He asks.

I shake my head, “I can’t ask you to put your members in danger for us. This isn’t your problem.”

He places his hand over his heart, “We have a slogan that we hold close to our hearts. We are one. That means no matter what problems we face as individuals, we handle together. That includes allies.”

SUGA

CL had just sentenced my wife to death and for that I have to give her the same fate. I gave her a chance to drop everything, let Y/N go and walk away but she just has to have the last word in. She had us sit and watch as the time passed from when she was supposed to call her men which means the deed was done.

I fell to my knees at the realization that my wife and unborn child were really gone. If I’d only figured it all out sooner, she would have been here with me. She would’ve been safe in her own home.

“Last chance, Yoongi. You have nothing holding you back anymore.” She taps the gun on my shoulder, “We could start fresh.”

“Fuck off, CL.” I growl the words.

She tsks before aiming the gun at my head again, “What a shame.”

Suddenly there’s a loud thunderous noise coming from downstairs which distracts CL long enough for me to grab the gun from her hand. We struggle back and forth for a second, I nearly manage to get the weapon out of her grasp until I feel a sharp pain hit me in my side. Looking down, CL managed to stab me with a knife. A knife she always kept hidden in her custom belt strap. I fall to the ground holding onto the open wound. My hands are getting covered in blood. 

CL stands over me with the gun in her hand and the knife in the other. “It didn’t have to be this way, Yoongi. You should’ve chosen me.”

Y/N

Driving a fast as Jungkook could, along with EXO following close behind, we make it back to the penthouse. We’re greeted at the entrance by EXO’s member, Sehun.

Suho approaches him, “What’s going on?”

Sehun replies, “No change, the three members are being held at gunpoint in the living room of the penthouse with about twenty 21 men surrounding them, all armed.”

“What about Suga?” I ask.

“He’s being held in his office with CL but I don’t know if he’s injured or not.”

“How are we gonna take them by surprise?” Jimin asks.

I look up at the tall building, “The only quick way is the elevator but who knows how long we have before they realize we’re in the building.”

Suho smirks, “I might have a way to extend the time.” He looks over at Kai, who nods.

After raiding EXO’s trunk for guns, we enter the elevator and wait for it to take us all the way to the top of the building. We didn’t have much of a plan other than saving Yoongi and the others.

Kai reaches in his jacket pocket to reveal two black cylinders, “As soon as these go off, it’ll give us a longer span of time to get in. We move and we move fast. Since Chanyeol, Chen, and I are the best shooters, we’ll go in first in order to take out the ones holding Bangtan at gunpoint.”

Jimin cocks his gun, “I can shoot, I’ll go in with you.” 

I nod at Suho to give him my approval.

He continues to explain his plan, “The rest of us will spread out and take out every last one of them. Anyone in a dark corner, we’ll take them out.”

“As soon as I see an opening, I’m going to Suga’s office.” I state making it clear where I’m heading.

A few seconds left until the elevator reaches the floor. I look down at my stomach again. Eomma has to save appa, little one. I might get hurt and that will hurt you too but I need you to be strong for me. I need you to trust eomma from now on.

Finally, the light hits the final number of the floors. The elevator doors open when Kai steps out leading the way down the hall just short of the entrance into the living room to toss one flash-bang grenade on both sides of the room.

Storming in was chaos. Jimin, Kai, Chanyeol, and Chen managed to take down the men that were surrounding V, J-Hope, and Namjoon. Jin and Suho rush to release them from their restraints before arming them.

I started making my way towards the hall by the stairs to get to Yoongi’s office. I managed to take down the men that had been guarding the area with help from Jimin and D.O. We end up splitting up once another shooter starts going crazy with the shots. I hid behind a pillar as I took my shot at him, killing him.

Suddenly, I end up running out of ammo. I look past the stairs to see the closed door leading to where Yoongi is. Seeing that the coast was clear, I made a break towards Yoongi’s office. I stop short when I see a man come out of the corner of the stairwell. Before he could shoot me, Suho comes up to shield me then shoots the man.

He shouts over his shoulder, “Go! I’ll cover you!”

Quickly, I sprint to the empty hall to reach the door. It’s locked but I hear movement inside. I kick the door down, managing to break it open, when I see CL standing over Yoongi. He was bleeding out of his side abdomen. 

“Yoongi!”

His eyes widen when he sees me, “Y/N?”

I quickly turn my attention to CL as I kick the gun out of her hand. She starts swinging the knife at me but I take a step back to dodge each swing. I manage to grab her wrist and upper arm to stop her from striking.

I push her up against the wall to stab her with the knife but she uses her strength to resist. She takes the opportunity to kick me in the ribs but I don’t budge. I stop pushing and begin to pull her away from the wall which catches her off guard.

I lure her to the center of the room. Using full force, I flip her over Yoongi’s desk but she manages to slide off it and stand on the other side. She pulls me onto the desk in an attempt to stab me. She manages to cut my bicep while stabbing but I roll around to dodge the punctures she made to the desk until it got stuck.

I swipe her hand away from the handle of the knife followed by a jab to the face. The second punch doesn’t land. She manages to grab my arm to twist it behind my back and push me towards the desk. My stomach ends up hitting the edge where she slams my head into the wooden surface, inches away from the knife.

“You should’ve just stayed dead.” She says in my ear.

I push myself off the surface of the table to elbow her in the face and free myself from her hold. She ends up kicking me up against the glass wall window. It knocks me off my concentretration, giving her time to reach for the gun that had slid under Yoongi’s desk. She reaches for it but Yoongi grabs it to fight her for it. CL kicks him in the face to get him to let go, giving me enough time to seize her from shooting me.

We both struggle with the gun which causes her to pull the trigger twice, shooting holes into the window. We both come face-to-face in the game of push and pull as I shove her into the edge of the desk.

She chuckles, “This world isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

“Then let’s end it.” I state.

I push her back a few steps then tackle her against the window, causing it to shatter. We both go through the glass where the street could be seen twenty stories down, the only thing visible is the lit street lamps. Thinking quickly, I reach for the edge of the window. CL was just as quick as she held onto the edge. With both of our hands holding on, we start kicking each other in order to knock the other off. I fought with the pain in my ribs to hold on for dear life.

CL manages to hold on with one hand to the ledge as she lifts the gun to my head. “I guess the better woman won.”

She pulls the trigger but instead of a bang, there’s just a click. Pulling the trigger multiple times, it turns out the gun had run out of ammo.

“I gave you a warning.” Pulling out the knife I managed to get off the desk when I was fighting her for the gun, I stabbed her in the heart. “Say Hi to Hyung-Sik for me.”

I watch as the life disappears from her eyes as she releases her hold from the ledge and falls. I groan in pain as I build enough strength to pull myself up but my grip is slowly slipping. The shards of glass begin to dig into my palms, making it harder to keep my grip. I nearly lose my hold when I feel a warm sensation wrap around my forearms. I look up to see a pale Yoongi.

He smiles, “I’m not trying to lose you again.”

He pulls with all he has left. If he wasn’t injured, he’d be able to lift me with ease but due to his wound, it’s making it hard for him to use his full strength. My grip slightly slips due to the blood on Yoongi’s hands from his wound.

Once I’m pulled up far enough over the edge, Yoongi embraces me to lift me back into the room. We stay on the floor hugging each other for who knows how long. We both felt the fear of losing each other in our time away. 

After killing CL, Bangtan and EXO were able to finish off the rest of CL’s men with no major injuries. While everyone was cleaning up the mess of a warzone in the penthouse. I stitched Yoongi’s stab wound up.

“You’re lucky she didn’t hit any organs.” Taking glances at him as I knotted each suture, he was staring intently at me the entire time without so much as a flinch of pain. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

He takes my free hand to place it over his chest, “Not as much as here.”

I chuckle, “Would you rather be cheesy than to say you were wrong?”

He nods, “Why tell you what you already know? The least I can do is make up for it with cringy remarks.” I cut the stitch then placed a gauze bandage over it.

Looking at his face, there’s a gash on his eyebrow from getting kicked in the head. I reach into my medkit bag to grab a disinfectant wipe.

I wipe the cut down causing him to make a face, “What? You can handle getting stitched up but not cleansing wipes?”

“No one can handle the feeling of putting hand sanitizer on papercuts, let alone this.” He says pointing at the wipe in my hand.

I scoff, “CL must’ve hit your head good if you’re able to make jokes so easily.”

Once I finish bandaging his cut, I’m picking up the pieces of paper from the bandaid when Yoongi reaches for my hands. 

He squeezes them tight before his eyes go glossy. “CL was never one to bluff. I thought you were dead for good this time. I forgot how to breathe. All I could think about was how I couldn’t keep you safe like I promised you. I’m so sorry.”

I pulled him into my arms to show him that I was alive and nothing else matters. I run my fingers through his hair as I whisper in his ear, “You knew CL for a long time, she was someone that you trusted. I know it must’ve been hard to think that someone you respected could hurt someone you love.”

He places his forehead against mines, “I promise I’ll believe anything you tell me. If you say the sky’s green, I’ll ask you what shade of green it is.”

We stay in place for what seems like hours until there’s a knock on the door. Turning we come face-to-face with Suho. He has a bruise on his cheekbone along with a bloody lip but it looks like he was in a minor fist fight in contrast to what really happened.

Yoongi jumps down from his desk to approach Suho. He stares at him for a second before extending his hand. “Thank you for saving my wife.”

Suho looks at his hand before smiling and taking it, “I hope this proves that I don’t want anything but peace between us.”

Yoongi scoffs, “It proves a lot more than that.”

Suho nods before sighing, “It seems like everything is under control now. We’ll leave you guys.”

Yoongi clears his throat, “Just so you know, if you ever need anything from us, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Good to know.” He looks around at the messy office, “This was fun. Next time you need a hand, give me a call.” He gestures to me, “Except for you, if HE gives you a hard time again, you know where I live.” I chuckle as Suho leaves the room.

Yoongi watches him leave before turning his attention back to me, “What does he mean by that?”

I shake my head, “Let’s not get into that.”

Before he could ask any more questions, Namjoon knocks and enters the room followed by the rest of the Bangtan members. Everyone had been through hell today but they still stood tall after going through a war.

“Everything alright in here?” Jin asks.

Yoongi and I both nod, “Nothing we couldn’t handle.” I add.

Namjoon looks at the other members before looking back at me, “Y/N, we want to let you know how sorry we are for not figuring things out sooner.”

I wave them off, “It’s okay. Everything worked out in the end. If we hadn’t found out about CL beforehand she would’ve had time to come up with a way to take us all out. She would have succeeded.”

Jimin approaches me with a worried expression, “Noona, is the baby okay?” 

I nod reassuring him, “This little one has a lot of fight in them, just like their parents.”

“Jimin,” Suddenly Yoongi steps towards Jimin, “I know I was hard on you about helping Y/N. I only did it for her safety but I want to tell you, and I hope I don’t have to say this ever again, thank you for not listening to me. From now on, I’ll trust your judgment more especially when it comes down to Y/N’s safety. If something like this happens again please stay by her side no matter what.”

Jimin smiles before nodding, “Of course, hyung.”

I scoff, “If something like this happens again, I’m leaving Korea.”

Namjoon shrugs, “I doubt anything’s gonna happen any time soon.”

Jungkook tilts his head in confusion, “What makes you say that? Something is always happening.” He says gesturing to the whole mess in the office.

“Suga and Y/N have taken down two major leaders in not even their first year of marriage, would you challenge a couple with those odds?” He asks.

First Hyung-Sik and now CL, the threats won’t stop coming. Not as long as we’re still alive and well. Eventually, someone else will come in to threaten our lives but we’ll be ready for anything. We’ve overcome them all so far and with our luck we’ll continue to come out on top. Especially with our baby coming soon, it gives us more of a reason to win.

Bangtan has come a long way and will keep climbing until there’s no one left to threaten us. Even if we end up being the most notorious group in Seoul, then so be it.

[laceheartcd]

[ ↻ GRIND ]: receiver grinds on sender's thigh. (++) “ i’m not wearing any underwear right now. “ ft. sehun 👼

for this ask meme.

sehun bites back the small, broken noise that starts in the back of her throat — the pressure of mingyu's denim-clad thigh between her legs so sweetly maddening and cruel.

it's a shame, really. that they aren't somewhere just a little more private.

that it doesn't deter her from chasing the friction she craves should be a testament to the near constant, low-levels of desire she's been simmering in all night. the heady taste of nicotine and metal fills her senses as she works syrup slow kisses against mingyu's mouth, relishing in the way he grips her thigh in warning.

needy, he doesn't say. later.

sehun feigns innocence, only the faintest of smirks betraying her as she guides his hands teasingly past the hem of her skirt. 'but i'm not wearing any underwear right now,' she says lightly, catching his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it gently. 'take me home, honey... please? before i make a mess of your jeans.'

[frozcnlight]

@diverse-hearts asked: “How are you feeling? Need me to rub your back? Get you something to eat? Turn the air down?” - Chuuya Stages of Relationships Starters - selective accepted

Sulking Miran didn’t even face her fiance when she heard his voice and instead even turned around in order to not see him. Did he deserve her current, silent treatment? Perhaps not as much as she currently acted, but her hormones caused her to react even more dramatical to things she did not approve of than usual. So she buried her face underneath the blanket so that only her golden strands peered out, messy as she hadn’t even gotten to comb it yet. Why would she? The people she trusted the most had literally banned her from working and so all she could do was sleep day in, day out! They treated her like she was sick, when she was just pregnant - and not even that far yet!

Well, perhaps the sixth month couldn’t be called ‘not far’, but at least she wasn’t in her last few weeks either. Besides all of that - the children grew in her belly and, luckily, not in her head! So she should still be allowed to work from bed at least!

Miran dared to slide down the blanket a little bit in order to take a glance at her fiance after all. But as soon as she felt her bottom lip quiver as if she started to cry - which was just embarrassing - she quickly hid again underneath. But all that silence was after all an impossibility, because there was one thing she couldn’t ignore.

“I’m hungry… and I’m cold.”.

‘Cold’ wasn’t even what she truly felt. The room was well heated and the blanket was as thick as it could be. Their shared bed was a place of warmth - which was just natural. After all, the building in which they lived wasn’t just any - but one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels around. Every room was ensured to be comfortable - for guests and the family who lived in one of the wings and on the highest floor alike. 

However, the thing about her ‘coldness’ was more the heiress’ hidden way of saying that she needed her fiance with her - and wanted to find herself in his comforting arms. Usually she wasn’t reluctant in just saying so straight forward when it was just the two of them and she didn’t really know what stopped her this time from doing so.

Perhaps it were the hormones that just threw her in a whirl of messed up emotions anyway - and with twins, so she was told, everything was just worse anyway. She remembered well when her doctor had said those words to her - along with the announcement that there wasn’t just one, but two babies growing within her. Oh, she was happy to have a family with Chuuya, she truly was. But the fact that they were still fairly new in their relationship and that they were still rather young in age made it somewhat frustrating. Besides, both of them had busy jobs, so she found herself in unspoken concern if they would even be able to give the unborn twins the love they deserved - even now. If she ever would have a family, so she had promised herself, she didn’t want to end up like her own parents. She didn’t know how they had cared about Sehun and Yejun when they were still younger, nor how they had been towards her when she was still very young, until her mother had decided to mostly ignore her, unless they had to play the perfect, little family to outwards people.

Once again the female lurked out from her blanket, “And tea. But no lavender tea.”, a little frown appeared on her face, along with the pout she still carried on her lips, “Lavender tea makes me feel tired and fuzzy… I want mint tea instead and it has to be super sour with lots of lemon juice.”. 

She slowly sat up as good as possible but then used her hands in order to try to cover her hair that stood in literally every direction, but not the one they should and instantly she had the crossing thought that Chuuya was not the only one who was able to defy gravity - those few single strands of her hair sadly could do the same. She saw it in the mirror that hung not too far away from her bed, directly over a white dresser, on which surface stood a vase with a bunch of flowers she had long forgotten who she got from. Probably some guest or some parent who tried to gain her favors in order for their child to get hired. They often did this. They looked at her with those false smile on their lips while giving gifts to her that held no big meaning but a ‘I went out of my way to buy you a gift, so you better reward me for that and do me a favor’. Especially in her current state she hated those and if it weren’t for her assistant, she would probably have kicked them out immediately after receiving such gifts.

Her moods tended to swing even worse than usual currently, but she still couldn’t help but feel joy that she was at least allowed to do some kind of work like this. Even if it meant meeting with people she wanted to shove head first down her balcony or who probably would sit even on her lap if they were allowed to, just to show how far they went in order to be considered as ‘friendly enough’. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t met any of those people this week, yet the flowers looked pretty fresh.

“Who are those from?”, she asked after a long pause of just staring at the flowers, her voice sounding more irritated than she meant to, “The last ones were wilting already. Did somebody come in and change them while I was asleep? Do you know anything about that by chance?”.

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@frozcnhearts asked:

🔪 { have Sehun stabbing Garth too- }

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

This place wasn't nearly as large as the main tower had been, but he still found himself getting lost from time to time, pulling out his phone once more to check the map that he'd made for himself a few days ago. Had he taken the wrong turn at some point?

The easiest thing to do would be to simply take a ride back down to the bottom and start all over again from the beginning - but there was a meeting taking place in one of the event rooms there and he couldn't risk running into anyone from the mafia. Truce or not, he was still the son of the former Boss and things were still so tense. He wished there was more he could do to help Chuuya, but he knew it was best to remain out of sight.

Sighing, he finally seemed to have made it to the area he'd been trying to find for a while now, and to the room that he was currently staying in, a sense of relief washing over him as he opened the door and saw the bed before him. A nap sounded like such a good idea right about now -

But before he could even step inside, there was a sharp hot pain that travelled up the length of his spine, Garth crying out as he stumbled weakly forward, quickly pulling out a dagger and spinning around to attack his attacker, only to freeze with wide eyes as he came face to face with Sehun of all people.

"W-what!? Why.....", he groaned in pain, his back throbbing with pain and soaked with his own blood, yet that seemed to fade into the background as he stared at the blonde before him, his dagger withdrawn as he took a few steps backwards.