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cherrysarchives · 1 year ago

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A Day in the Life of a Maknae (EXO Ver.)

➻ Pairings: Sehun x Kai

➻ Genre: Romance, Smut

➻ Additional: Humor, Fluff, Crackish

➻ Word Count: 8.5k

➻ Warnings: This story was written anywhere from 4 - 10 years ago. I’m highly aware that much of the content in this story is unrealistic and may be triggering to some. Please mind all tags! If you’re unsure, please just skip this story. This story is fiction and does not reflect real-life idols' behaviors, personalities, or beliefs.

~*~6:00 AM~*~

Sehun’s alarm went off, but the maknae didn’t want to get up. He was wrapped up tightly in his blankets, snug as a bug in a rug. But even though he was comfy and his body was telling him to stay in bed and go back to sleep, he knew he had a job to do. He was the maknae after all, and as such, it was his duty to be the annoying little shit in the group. Which meant waking up all his members at an ungodly hour in the morning, only to slink back to his bed and catch maybe another hour of sleep before he really had to get up and start getting ready for the day.

It was such a dirty task, but someone had to do it. And after a while it got repetitive, so he started thinking up ways that would make it better; more fun. And he never went in the same order twice. With eleven different members, he could wake up each member first at one point in the month before he started repeating again.

With a grunt, Sehun threw off his blankets and rolled over, shutting off the alarm on his phone. Sitting up, he took a moment to gather himself, looking around the silent room. Groaning, he reached up and ruffled his already messy hair as he forced his body to start moving. With a yawn, he walked past the second bed, ignoring the soft breathing coming from Kai. He would wake the other up later. Today was Kris’ turn to be woken first.

Opening his door, he stepped out and closed it behind him softly. Kris’ room was only three doors down, a quick walk, which was good because his legs weren’t wanting to cooperate this morning as he stumbled in his hazy state. Walking in, he looked at the two beds, finding one completely empty and the other completely full. Looks like he was getting two for the price of one this morning.

Moving to the bed, Sehun pulled back the covers to the bed slowly, exposing the two sleeping bodies curled together. He hadn’t been very partial to the Lufan couple, but after a while, they grew on him and he decided that they were very cute together. He slipped into the bed with the two, it was a tight squeeze, but he managed to do it. He wiggled his way down the long lanky body of the EXO M leader, eyes locked on one target; the hard, swollen cock standing proudly between Kris’ legs.

Sehun was always impressed by Kris’ size and he often wondered how Luhan was able to take such a long cock, and then he remembered Chanyeol fucked the smallest member of their group, Kyungsoo, on a daily basis and Chanyeol’s cock was thick. So somehow they manage and Sehun was sure one day he would get to feel those cocks inside him too.

Glancing up at the sleeping figure, Sehun leaned to lap at the swollen head when a hand pressed against the side of his face, halting his movements. He glanced over, eyes locking with sleepy brown ones. Damn! And he had been hoping to wake Luhan up after Kris, but it seemed the other was a light sleeper.

“Morning.” Luhan whispered and Sehun smiled.

“Morning hyung.” Sehun whispered. He shifted carefully on the bed and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to the elder’s lips. “Want to help me wake up Kris?” he asked gently. Luhan gave a short nod and shifted down with Sehun and smiled as he looked back at the other.

“Do you want his balls first?” Luhan asked softly as he eyed his lover’s lower regions.

“Don’t you like sucking on them though?” Sehun asked and smirked as Luhan nodded. “Have at it hyung.” Luhan grinned and leaned in, lips latching onto the hanging suck, tongue running over it lightly. Kris shifted on the bed, a small groan leaving him, but the other wasn’t waking yet.

Sehun leaned in and lapped at the swollen head, groaning in pleasure at the taste. Kris was musky tasting, then again Sehun wasn’t sure if it was solely Kris’ taste or if it was also mixed with Luhan’s taste as well. Teasing the slit, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked on it nice and hard.

Kris groaned again and shifted under him. Sehun felt soft hair brushing against his neck. Shifting to the side more, he gave Luhan more room to suck and lick at Kris’ balls. He took more of the hard flesh into his mouth, tongue working over the underside of the hard cock. Fingers tangled in his hair and Sehun turned his eyes up, meeting sleepy yet aroused eyes. Smirking, he pulled off the cock with a small pop and licked his lips.

“Morning hyung.”

“M-Morning.” Kris grunted and bucked his hips down. Luhan’s head popped up then, tongue licking over his plump lips.

“Morning, jagi.” Kris grunted and stared down at the two, smirking.

“This is a nice way to wake up in the morning.” Kris said and shifted up in the bed.

“Mmm, I was hoping to do Luhan afterwards, but he woke up first.” Sehun pouted cutely at his hyungs and Luhan laughed. Leaning over, Luhan kissed his cheek before climbing to his knees and sitting back.

“Alright Sehun, he’s awake, thank you. But I’m going to take it from here.” Luhan said as he crawled into Kris’ lap.

“What? But...I want-”

“Good bye Sehun.” Luhan said and looked back at the maknae. Pouting, Sehun climbed out of the bed and stalked over to the door, leaving the happy couple in a huff. Damn it! So much for a good morning snack. Damn Luhan, always cock blocking him! Oh well, who to wake now? Kyungsoo? Suho? Ah! Tao! Tao would let Sehun give him a proper good morning wake up. Walking down the hall, he pushed open Tao’s door, only to find the other was already up and taking care of his problem perfectly fine...with Suho.

“God damn it, can’t I get a break?! I’m supposed to be waking you guys up.” Sehun huffed, crossing his arms.

The two stopped moving, heads turning to stare at the maknae in the doorway. “Sorry Hunnie, you took too long.” Suho said and chuckled. “Woke him up on my own.”

“Yeah, with your ass on his dick.” Sehun scoffed and Suho shrugged, his hips rocking again. Tao’s head fell back, a strangled moan leaving him.

“Yes Hyung, keep moving.”

“God.” Sehun groaned and turned. “Everyone is getting laid but me! So unfair!” Sehun whined as he left the room, slamming the door behind him. His normal routine of waking the members was ruined. Damn it. It was like everyone was against him sucking cock this morning. He really needed a good cock to suck and tasty cum to drink. At this point in time though he was was giving up. Fuck it all, the morning was ruined!

~*~8:00AM~*~

Sehun sighed as the hot water ran over his head, dowsing him and relaxing his already sore body. It wasn’t even 8:30 and he was already sore. Mainly because he went around, trying to get the members up, but someone was cockblocking him. From Kyungsoo’s angry growls as he protected Chanyeol from the maknae, to Lay’s god awful farts that sent not only Sehun running, but his roommate Xiumin as well.

Sehun should have seen it coming. The moment he didn’t want to wake up this morning should have been his omen that things were going to go horribly; today was not going to be a good day. He had to do something to make this day go better. But he didn’t know what. Maybe corner a member while they were dressing?

Sehun felt arms wrap around his waist, but he ignored them as he continued to think. He would have to get a member alone, otherwise one of the other members would cockblock him again. And he was certainly staying away from Chanyeol this morning. Kyungsoo held grudges for at least half a day. So for the moment, Chanyeol was so off limits that he wouldn’t be able to touch Chanyeol even if he was on Pluto. Just wasn’t happening.

Soft lips pressed to his neck and he sighed, finally lifting his head. “What?” he asked. He wasn’t in the mood for Kai at the moment. He knew it was the other, because only Kai ever came in to take a shower with him. Tao usually stuck with Suho anymore and after this morning, he knew for a fact those two had already showered together.

“What’s wrong SeSe?” Kai asked, tilting his head more to stare at the other. “Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not upset, I’m just….pouting.” Sehun said and sighed. Yup, that’s what he was doing, pouting and planning. Planning and pouting. Though he was pouting more than he was planning because it was hard to plan! The member’s personalities changed so quickly during the day that he wasn’t really sure what to expect. One minute they could be all nice and sweet, and then the next minute they were ready to kick his ass because he had gotten on their nerves.

“Why are you pouting?” Kai asked, chin resting on Sehun’s shoulder.

“Because, first Luhan cock blocked me from sucking off Kris. And then Tao was already fucking Suho.” Sehun complained. “I went to wake Chanyeol and freaking Kyungsoo hyung nearly bit my face off! And Lay hyung gassed me out of his room! The hyungs are being so mean to me today.” he whined.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” Kai said and kissed Sehun's neck again. “You didn’t come to wake me up.” he said.

“Yeah, well after being gassed, I just needed to sleep again.” Sehun muttered and closed his eyes.

“Mmm, well you know, now that I’m in here with you we could-”

“I’m not in the mood right now.” Sehun said and pushed Kai off. “I’ve got to think of a way to get back at those mean hyungs! Not letting me have my fun this morning.” he said and turned to look at Kai. The other stared at him and raised a brow.

“You could have your fun right now if you want,” he said and motioned to himself. Sehun made a face and looked the other over.

“Uh no. You need a shower. You didn’t take one last night after practice like the rest of us.” Sehun said and shook his head. “I don’t suck sweaty cocks.”

“Oh, but you’ll suck cocks that were up other people’s asses?” Kai asked, a bit hurt by Sehun’s comment.

“Well duh.” Sehun said and rolled his eyes. “Silly hyung, it's like a buffet that way. I get more flavors.” he said.

“That is so gross Sehun.” Kai made a face, shaking his head.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” Sehun said and grabbed his shower gel and started washing himself. He was rinsed off before Kai could even attempt to bring up the subject of ‘fun’ to the other. “Well, have fun washing.” he said and passed the bottle to Kai before getting out and grabbing his towel. He left the shocked tan male, door closing behind him as he made his way back to their room so he could start dressing.

His plan was going to be finding a member cornering them. That’s all he could do right now. Sehun was above begging. He would never in a million years beg to have cock, that was for sure. Pulling on a pair of sweats, he grabbed his black tank and threw it over his shoulder as he stepped out of his room. Nothing like being a little sexy to add to his appeal. He moved into the kitchen and smiled as he spotted Baekhyun at the counter, making himself a bowl of cereal. And he was the only one there….perfect.

With a smirk, he walked over to the elder male and pressed up against him. “What are you doing hyung?” he asked, grinning when Baekhyun stilled for a moment before relaxing.

“Making breakfast, what does it look like?” the shorter male said as he poured the milk into the bowl, coating the sugary substance thoroughly. “Do you want me to make you a bowl?” he asked.

“Mmm, no I’m fine.” Sehun said, mouth lowering over Baekhyun’s neck, licking and sucking on the flesh teasingly. “Mmm, hyung tastes good this morning.” he purred, his hands moving to rest on Baekhyun’s hips.

Grunting, Baekhyun elbowed Sehun in the gut and turned from him, shaking his finger at him. “Not today Sehunnie.” he said and grabbed his bowl, leaving a stunned Sehun in silence. Seriously?! What the fuck? Why were the members doing this to him? Sehun lifted his arms and sniffed. Nope he didn’t smell bad. Hell, he just took a shower. And he hadn’t farted, so why were the members running from him? He just didn’t understand it.

He turned when he heard footsteps and smiled. “Xiumin hyung~!” he called out.

“Forget it Sehun.” Xiumin said as he poured himself a cup of coffee and left the kitchen in less than five minutes. Sehun sighed and kicked the chair near him, which was a big mistake. He growled as he hopped around, holding the toe he stubbed.

“What are you doing?” Kai asked as he walked into the kitchen, watching the maknae hop around.

“I stubbed my toe when I kicked the chair.” Sehun hissed out and leaned back against the counter, rubbing the pain from his toe.

“And why did you kick the chair? What did it do to you?” Kai asked.

“Nothing! I’m just pissed! Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung turned me down!” Sehun pouted. Kai rolled his eyes as he moved to the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal and went to the dish strainer and grabbed a bowl.

“Are you still on that? I’m telling you Sehun, if you want some fun I’m right here.” Kai said. “What do I have to do, line up a runway with flashing lights?” he asked.

“Can’t you see it’s not about you?” Sehun asked and stared at his best friend. “These hyungs are suddenly ignoring me, pushing me away and I have to find out why!” he said and stormed out of the room, never noticing the hurt and sadness that crossed Kai’s face.

~*~Noon~*~

Sehun peeked into the practice room and smirked to himself. Good, there was his prey. Even though Lay had gassed him out of his bedroom earlier that morning, Lay was the best target to get to the bottom of things. The hyung was so laid back and chill that he would do almost anything you told him to and he usually didn’t ask questions. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure no one was around before slipping into the room.

“Lay hyung.” he greeted, startling the other from his thoughts.

“Hunnie.” Lay greeted and stared at him a bit blankly. “Aren’t you practicing with Kai?” he asked.

“Oh I was.” Sehun said as he walked over and grabbed a chair. Pulling it up, he sat in front of the other and smiled at him sweetly. “But I thought I would come see what my favorite hyung was doing,” he said.

“F-Favorite?” Lay asked. “I’m your favorite?”

“Of course!” Sehun said, though it was a lie. If he honestly had to pick his favorite hyung it would be Xiumin. The other was really the coolest hyung. No matter what was thrown at him, Xiumin always came out on top and let’s face it, he was a good player too. He ‘stole’ Luhan from him while secretly being with Lay. But he wasn’t going to let Lay know that. He needed the other to believe he was the favorite.

“Awesome. So what can your favorite hyung do for you?” he asked.

“Oh, well you know. A little of this and a little of that.” Sehun said. The confused look that Lay gave him didn’t surprise him. He stood and moved closer, taking the guitar from the other’s hands and laying it carefully on the floor. He lowered himself into Lay’s lap, one leg on each side and stared into the other’s eyes. “This morning has just been horrible, hyung.” he said.

“Yeah?” Lay asked, arms wrapping around Sehun’s waist, holding him carefully. “What happened?” he asked.

“Luhan hyung! He cockblocked me from getting some of Kris.” Sehun pouted. “And then Tao was already fucking Suho hyung and Kyungsoo hyung tried to eat me.” he said and sighed softly. He rested his head on Lay’s shoulder gently, breathing gently through his mouth, letting the hot air run across the sensitive neck of the Chinese member.

“S-Sehun.” Lay whispered and cleared his throat, his grip on Sehun’s waist tightening. “That sounds horrible. But uh...what can I do to help?” he asked. Sehun smirked at the question, his hips slowly rocking down, meeting those very flexible ones.

“I think you know hyung.” Sehun whispered, his lips moving in and brushing against the flesh. Lay let out a strangled moan, his head moving to the side slowly. “Come on hyung. I’ve been denied pleasure all morning. I need something.” he said and grinded down harder. Lay bit his lip, his own hips bucking up to meet the maknae’s. Sehun smirked to himself. He had the other right where he wanted him. Now all he had to do was get them naked and his hard work was going to pay off.

“Make my day better, hyung.” Sehun whispered. “Fuck me.” he purred. He was ready for Lay, ready to feel the other’s lips against his, those nimble fingers working his clothes off and touching his body. What he was not ready for was being pushed so rudely off of the other’s lap and landing hard on his back.

“What the fuck Yixing?!” Sehun shouted and glared up at the pale man that stood, backing away.

“Ugh...I uh...have to go!” Lay said and rushed from the room so fast that Sehun could barely comprehend what had happened. Did Lay really just reject him? What the fuck was that about? Honestly, was he wearing some sort of hyung repellant? Why was everyone just pushing him away?

Groaning, Sehun flopped on his back and stared up at the bright lights of the ceiling. Something had to have happened. Why were they suddenly all telling him no. It’s not like they had a problem with it the other day. What was so different? What the hell was going? Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy sigh and let his muscles relax. He was content to just lay there and pout for a few hours. That would make his hyungs feel bad! Shame on them! Such bad hyungs!

Sehun grunted as he sat up suddenly and glared hard at the practice room door. Instead of waiting, he was going to go and confront them! He wanted answers and he was going to get them right then and there! Climbing to his feet, he left the practice room and stormed down the hall, searching the different practice rooms for the others. He was pretty sure they were having individual practice right now, yet the rooms were empty.

Sehun walked to the main practice room and grabbed the handle of the door and as he pulled the door open, he heard his name falling from his hyung’s lips. He held the door slightly ajar, moving his head around until he could see the group of eleven men gathered around the couch.

“It’s alright Lay.” Xiumin said and patted Lay’s shoulder gently.

“It was so hard to push him. You have no idea.” Lay whispered and ran a hand through his hair. “He just came at me. I didn’t think not giving the maknae what he wanted would create such a...a…”

“Horny monster.” Baekhyun said and snorted. “He cornered me in the kitchen this morning.” he said and shook his head.

“He walked in on me and Suho.” Tao added.

“He helped me wake Kris.” Luhan said and sighed, rubbing the side of his face. “And then he didn’t want to leave. He threw a hissy fit.”

“He kicked the kitchen chair because Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung ‘denied’ him.” Kai said from his spot against the wall. The members fell silent and stared at the young male with a strange look, one Sehun hadn’t really seen them give before. He couldn’t explain it, but it gave him this overwhelming sense of guilt for some reason.

“It’ll be alright Kai.” Suho said. “He’s just stubborn is all.”

Stubborn? Well yeah, Sehun was stubborn, he would have agreed with them to that. But what were they talking about? What was going to be alright for Kai? Did he do something? Did he pull a muscle in his waist? Oh that would be bad. Kai’s waist was already injured, not that anyone could tell when he danced.

“Yeah I know.” Kai said and closed his eyes, head resting back on the wall.

“You know we’re doing this for you Kai.” Kris said. “It’s all for you. So no matter how difficult this becomes, we’re not going to give up.” he assured the dancer, but it didn’t seem like Kai really believed in them. He pushed off the wall and shook his head.

“Suho hyung, it’s alright if I go hang with Taemin for a few hours right?” Kai asked.

“Ah...yeah, just be back by four.” Suho said with a nod of his head. Kai nodded and started for the door. Sehun scrambled away quickly and ran into another room, his door closing just as Kai came out. He heard the footsteps moving down the hall, away from him and he sighed softly. What the hell was going on? This was just getting weirder and weirder. But there was one thing that Sehun knew, it was that the members were hiding something from him. They were doing this on purpose, keeping him away. And it had something to do with Kai, but for the life of Sehun he couldn’t figure out what.

Maybe...maybe the answer lied with Kai. Yeah! He should go talk to the other and ask him what the other hyungs are planning. Opening the door, he peeked out and saw the hall clear. He tiptoed out and headed down the hall and to the elevator. Kai was going to meet up with Taemin, maybe he could get the SHINee maknae to help him as well.

~*~2:00 PM~*~

It was like pulling teeth, trying to figure out where Kai and Taemin went. Sehun had just missed the other when he ran out of the SM building and of course there were fans there waiting. He didn’t feel comfortable going out on his own, so he went back in and decided to call his sunbaes and find out where Taemin was going with Kai.

It took almost an hour before Minho finally got back to Sehun, letting the other know that Kai and Taemin went to a park near their dorm, by the Han River. Armed with his information, Sehun snuck out through the back of the building and headed for the park that the members liked to frequent often. By the time he was there, it was nearly 2:30 and he was tired and hungry. But he was on a mission and he was going to find the answer to his questions.

The park was pretty empty, but it was a weekday. Kids were still in school, most of the adults were at work. Only a very small group of people would be out right now, such as idols and university students. So the time was perfect to be out on their own. And if the fans didn’t see them leave and follow then there was going to be a lot of peace and quiet around for the idols to enjoy the outdoors.

But because it was so bare out, it took Sehun a while to find Kai and Taemin. They were near the back of the park, near the river and were under a tree, just chatting. Sehun was making his way over with determination etched on his face. At least until he caught sight of what they were really doing. They were kissing, full on kissing! In public! Okay, so it was deserted back there, still!

Sehun felt a pang in his chest suddenly and the longer he watched, the more that pang twisted inside of him. His chest felt so tight, it hurt; almost like it might explode. But he didn’t understand why he had these feelings. It was confusing him. What was wrong with him? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he couldn’t stand there and watch those two any longer. He turned and ran off, hoping that he hadn’t been seen by anyone.

But he wasn’t that lucky. Because if Sehun had bothered to turn back and look one last time, he would have seen Taemin and Kai standing, their eyes on him, and he would have seen the shame and guilt written all over Kai’s face.

~*~4:00PM~*~

Kai arrived back to the practice studio right on time. The other members were there, but there was no Sehun, and that worried him. “Where’s the maknae?” he asked.

“Oh, he went home half an hour ago. He said he wasn’t feeling good.” Suho said. “How was your time with Taemin?” he asked.

“Did he say why he wasn’t feeling good?” Kai questioned.

“No. Just that he wasn’t feeling well.” Suho said and frowned. “Is something wrong Kai?” Kai sighed and ran a hand through his hair then.

“Sehun...followed us to the park and...he saw me kissing Taemin.”

“What? You were kissing Taemin?! What the hell? I thought you loved Sehun! We’re beating the boy off with a stick for you!” Luhan growled. “What the hell Kai?”

“It’s not like that!” Kai said quickly. “I do love Sehun. I was...I’ve never kissed anyone. Taemin hyung has and I wanted him to...teach me.” he said and looked away. “I think I just fucked things up.”

“Well, now wait a minute. How can you fuck things up when he doesn’t even know you like him like that?” Chanyeol asked and stared at Kai. “Come on, it’ll be fine.” he said and wrapped his arms around Kai’s shoulders, hugging him. “He probably went home to pout. You were getting some, the rest of us are getting some and he’s not. He’s an unhappy maknae is all.” he said softly.

Kai let out a deep sigh as he leaned against the other, arms wrapping around his waist, holding him tighter. “I hope so,” he whispered. An unhappy maknae he could deal with. But a hurt or heartbroken maknae he could not deal with. Even if Sehun deserved it for always pushing him to the side and going after the other hyungs, Kai never wanted to hurt the other. He loved him too much.

“Come on, let’s go home, clean up and order food. We’ll sit down and talk to Sehun and just tell him what we’ve been doing and why.” Suho said. “With all the misunderstandings out of the way, there’s no way he could stay mad at you Kai, trust me alright?” Suho asked. Kai lifted his head and nodded.

“Good, let’s go.” Suho said and ushered the group from the room. They headed downstairs and piled into their separate vans and headed back home. Kai sat between Chanyeol and Baekhyun, the two hyungs rubbing his back and arms, trying to make him feel better. But Kai wouldn’t feel better until he could talk to Sehun, tell him what he saw was just a misunderstanding and confess his feelings for the other.

~*~6:00PM~*~

Sehun was laid out on his bed, face first in his bed. He was so upset and he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he was with Kai or anything. He shouldn’t feel this sort of sadness. But he did and it was confusing. Why should he care if Kai was kissing Taemin? Those two were best friends after all. So let them be together. But his heart...his heart didn’t want that. His heart wanted Kai. It was confusing.

Was he...was he in love with Kai? But when did that happen? Sehun never had time to fall in love. In between pleasing the members and going to schedules there just wasn’t time. At least he didn’t think so. Maybe there was. Maybe it just happened because he was close with Kai and they spent a lot of time together. That could be the reason.

Sehun grunted as he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. He was in love with Kai. And that’s the reason why he was so upset. He wanted Kai for himself. He didn’t want Taemin to have him! Realization suddenly hit Sehun and he let out a long groan. Fuck! All day Kai was trying to get him to sleep with him. All day his hyung was offering his body and all day Sehun was pushing him away. What if he drove Kai away? What if he was the reason the two had been kissing.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Sehun closed his eyes and let out a small sob. This was it. His chance of happiness was gone. He pushed Kai away and the hyungs were pushing him away. He was alone and it was all his fault. Tears slowly slipped from his closed eyes and rolled down his cheeks as he silently cried himself to sleep.

~*~8:00PM~*~

Sehun groaned as he felt someone shift besides him, waking him from his sleep. He had been in a dreamless sleep, his body just floating in darkness. But now that he was somewhat conscious, the pain of his realization was slowly hitting him once more. And he wanted nothing more but to curl up and go back into the darkness, to forget about all his pain. Because at least there, he wasn’t going to be hurt.

“Sehun-ah.” The voice was so soft, so soothing. It was gentle and coaxing, reminding Sehun of his mother’s voice, only his mother’s voice wasn’t that deep and manly sounding. “Come on Sehun, let’s get up.” he said.

“No.” Sehun whined and pulled the blanket up and over his body. When had he pulled the blankets up? He didn’t remember waking up to pull them up. “Sleepy,” he whispered.

“Sehun, you missed dinner. Come on, get up and eat something and you can go back to sleep alright?” Sehun felt hands touching him and rolling him over. Sighing softly, Sehun opened his eyes and stared up at his leader. “Sehun, are you alright?” Suho asked softly.

“I’m fine. Just tired.” Sehun whispered. He stared at him for a few moments before slowly sitting up. “Alright, I’m up.” he said softly.

Suho smiled and stood and helped Sehun out of his bed. “Come on, we saved you some dinner.” he said and led the maknae out of his room, down the hall and into the living room where the other members were gathered spending ‘family’ time as Suho loved to call. Sehun sat down in an empty chair, and watched as Suho disappeared into the kitchen. From the small noises the other was creating, Sehun knew his food was being warmed up and he smiled at that. Suho was always so nice and kind, taking good care of them all. He was the best leader they had.

Taking a moment, Sehun looked around the living room. Most of the members were watching the TV, laughing at whatever stupid show that was on. A few of them were talking silently amongst themselves, or on their phones. When his eyes landed on Kai, all the pain of his previous thoughts came rushing back and he looked away quickly. He curled himself up in the chair, trying to make himself as small as possible. He ruined everything between him and Kai and now he was going to be reminded of that for the rest of his life, or at least for the rest of the time he was in EXO.

“Here.” Sehun jumped at the voice and looked up.

“Thanks.” Sehun took the offered plate and sighed. Picking up his chopsticks, he started eating, a smile spreading over his face. It wasn’t take out, it was home cooked and he loved their home cooked meals the most. Absorbed in eating and savoring every bite he took, he didn’t realize that the TV was turned off or that the members were watching him closely.

“Sehun.” Sehun looked up, eyes moving to Chanyeol.

“What?” Sehun asked, mouth full.

“We need to talk.” Chanyeol said.

“Okay.”

“All of us.” Chanyeol said and motioned to all the males in the room for clarification. Sehun looked around before lowering his plate and swallowing his food.

“Okay.” he said slowly. “Did I do something?” he asked.

“No, it’s just….” Chanyeol trailed off.

“We want to talk to you about what’s been going on today.” Suho said and looked down at Sehun. Sehun frowned and shook his head, sighing.

“What’s there to talk about?” he asked and started eating once more.

“Sehun, you need to understand we’re not-”

“Understand what?!” Sehun snapped and looked up at Suho, glaring. “That you don’t like me? That I’m not needed?! I got that message loud and clear today. So just save it.”

“Sehun, that's not true. We do like you and we do need you.” Luhan said.

“Bull shit.” Sehun growled and stood, plate falling to the floor.

“Sehun!” Suho wrapped his arms around Sehun before the other could escape back to his room. “Stop it please!” he pleaded. “We’re not lying to you. Please, you just need to listen for a moment.” he said. Sehun stilled in the other’s arms, eyes closing slowly.

“Sehun we love you, you’re our maknae and a precious member of our group. We never want to hurt you.”

“Yeah? I still don’t believe you.” Sehun whispered. He felt so tired now, so weak. He knew another breakdown was on its way, and he didn’t want to have it in front of his members. He wished Suho would just hurry up with his little speech so he could retreat back to his room and cry in peace.

“Sehun, we're doing this for you!” Suho said and pulled back and stared at him. “So you can be happy!”

“Happy?! How is this making me happy! Everyone was pushing me away!” Sehun shouted.

“We’re doing it because someone loves you! Do you think it’s fair that he has to watch as you crawl into our beds every day, while he sits there and waits for you to notice him and his feelings?!”

“Who?! Who sits and waits?! I please everyone! And if I’m not doing a good job why doesn’t he have the balls to tell me himself?!” Sehun growled. He was angry now; tears were slowly pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“Me.” Sehun turned and stared at Kai as the other stood.

“Kai?” Sehun asked before frowning. “What are you doing? Do you think this is funny? You love me?”

“Yes.” Kai said softly.

“I would expect this from someone like Chen,”

“Hey!”

“But not you Kai.” Sehun whispered. “Why would you want to hurt me like this? Tell me you love me when I know you don’t.”

“Sehun-”

“I saw you with Taemin!” Sehun interrupted. “What are you trying to do, cheat on him with me? I’m not going to be the ‘other woman’.” he growled.

“Well I mean you kind of are.” Baekhyun said softly.

“Shut up!” Sehun snapped at the other and even though the informal language angered Baekhyun, he kept quiet.

“Sehun you got it all wrong.” Kai said.

“How could I get it wrong when I saw you with my own eyes kissing Taemin?!” Sehun asked. He glared hard at his friend, watching the way his face contorted. He wasn’t sure what emotions ran through Kai, they went by so quickly that he didn’t have time to even count how many he went through before the other was stalking towards. Sehun was a little scared of what the other might do to him, but he stood his ground. His pain, his anger overshadowed his fear of the other.

“I kissed Taemin so I could do this.” Kai said as he grabbed Sehun’s face and pulled him into a searing kiss. Sehun’s eyes widened, staring at Kai’s face. The other was staring right back into his eyes and Sehun got so lost in them. There were so many feelings running through those dark orbs, most of them mirrors of his own feelings. Pulling back, they stared at each other, silent except for their heavy breathing.

“Kai.” Sehun whispered.

“I love you Hunnie.” Kai looked him over before sighing. “Honestly, I thought maybe you would have figured it out by now, especially with all the offers I gave you today. But you kept pushing me away.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Sehun apologized. He was stupid, so stupid. And he realized just how stupid he was. He looked down, afraid now. What was going to happen? Was Kai just going to leave him then? Pretend the kiss didn’t happen? Was it a parting kiss? Sehun didn’t want to think that.

Fingers slid under his chin and lifted his head up. He met Kai’s eyes once more and blushed as Kai leaned in and kissed him once more. It was a gentle kiss this time but it still had Sehun going weak in the knees. Reaching up, he gripped the front of Kai’s shirt, holding him tightly as he leaned into the kiss. Kai wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist, pulling him closer against him as he deepened the kiss, tongue licking gently at Sehun’s lips. Sehun parted his lips and a moan left him as the tongue slipped into his mouth, filling it more than he ever thought. Kai’s tongue filled his mouth more than any cock he’s ever sucked and it amazed Sehun.

A throat was cleared and the two pulled apart, a small flush on their cheeks as they looked back at the other members who were watching. “So, if you’re going to continue, please do so in your room.” Kris said. “Unless you're willing to share him.” He grunted when he was smacked and looked at Luhan. “What? Oh we’re still on that? Come on, you know the maknae has great cock sucking skills.” Kris said and grunted as he was smacked again. “What?!” he whined.

Sehun laughed as Kris was smacked repeatedly by Luhan. It was finally clicking in his head, why the members had pushed him away, taking care of things on their own. It was so he and Kai could be together. And he was thankful for that. But that still wasn’t going to stop him from playing with the other members. Only now he had someone else to help him, or watch him...both were turn ons in Sehun’s book.

“How about you show me just how good of a cocksucker you are.” Kai whispered, turning his attention back to the other. Sehun thought for a moment and nodded, smirking.

“Let’s go then.” Taking Kai’s hand, he led the other down the hall and to their room, closing the door behind them.

“Right...so who has the earplugs?” Chanyeol asked.

“Why would we need those? I want to hear.” Chen said and grinned, licking his lips.

“Ugh, you would.” Kyungsoo said and rolled his eyes, but was already up and following after Chen, the two sneaking down to listen.

“You know...they don’t have such a bad idea.” Kris said and stood.

“Are we seriously going to do this?” Suho asked.

“Of course!” Tao said happily, following the other bodies.

~*~10:00PM~*~

Sehun pushed Kai down on the bed once they were safely in their bedroom. Their lips met in a hungry kiss as hands grabbed at different pieces of clothing as they tried to rip the articles of clothing off. Skin was pinched in the process and they pulled apart. “That’s not smart.” Sehun said and rubbed his side. Kai chuckled and shifted on the bed, leaning over and kissing the spot gently.

“Sorry.” he said and Sehun shook his head.

“It’s fine.” Sehun looked Kai over and smiled, hands moving to touch the exposed chest. He had seen the other naked many times before, this wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time that this was going to mean something more between them. And that alone made Sehun nervous. Kai gripped his wrist and Sehun stared, watching the way his hand shook as the other lifted it and kissed it.

“You’re shaking.” Kai whispered and stared up at him. “What’s wrong Hunnie?” Sehun blinked and shook his head, giving a small, forced laugh.

“I don’t know. I guess…” he trailed off and looked away. “It’s different now. It’s not just sex.”

“Why isn’t it?” Kai asked, confused by the maknae’s words. It was sex. Or at least, it was going to be sex if they could get to it.

“It’s not. It means more.” Sehun said and looked back at Kai. “You mean more to me now than before and I’m just….nervous,” he said. Kai let out a chuckle and released Sehun’s wrist. His arms wrapped around the male’s waist, pulling Sehun closer, the other’s ass resting firmly on his lap.

“There’s nothing to be worried about. How many times have we already fucked? I know what you’re like, you know what I’m like. It’s fine.” Kai tried to reassure the other, but one look at Sehun’s face, he knew he hadn’t actually succeeded.

“You love me though.” Sehun whispered.

“And you love me, don’t you?” Kai asked. Sehun bit his lip lightly and nodded his head gently. “So then there is nothing to worry about,” he said. He reached up and stroked Sehun’s cheek gently, letting his fingers guide over the smooth, nearly flawless skin. He pulled Sehun down into another kiss; gentle and soft. As their lips molded together, the passion between them intensified. A moan left Sehun as Kai forced his tongue between his soft lips, licking at his tongue playfully. Kai gave a small buck and Sehun groaned deeply. Sehun wrapped his arms around Kai’s neck, holding him close as he flicked his tongue against the dancer’s, teasing it as he rolled his hips over Kai’s. He could feel Kai’s hard cock pressing against his ass and it sent sparks of pleasure coursing through them. Lifting himself up, Sehun opened his pants and wiggled out of them quickly, kicking off his boxers as well.

“God you’re so hard baby.” Kai whispered. He reached out and wrapped his hands around Sehun’s cock and stroked him quickly, pulling heated moans from the maknae as he bucked into his hand.

“Kai...please.” Sehun panted and grunted. Kai gave a squeeze before releasing him.

“Come on babe. I thought you were going to show me your cocksucking skills.” he said and smirked. Sehun glared and shifted off of Kai’s lap.

“Yeah, yeah. Pushy.” he said and chuckled. He reached down and pulled down Kai’s sweatpants, smirking as his cock sprang free quickly. Kai never was one to wear underwear if he didn’t have to. Kai kicked off his pants and settled back on the bed, legs spread and inviting. Licking his lips, Sehun lowered himself and licked over the fat head slowly.

“Fuck.” Kai breathed out and Sehun smirked. He ran his tongue over the head again, dipping teasingly into the slit. The cock twitched under his touch and he chuckled. “Damn it Sehun, suck it.” he groaned.

“Make me.” Sehun said as he looked up at him. Kai growled and tangled his fingers into Sehun’s hair and forced the other’s head down. The head of his cock pushed past Sehun’s more than willing lips and he hissed out at how hot and wet his mouth was. The suction started almost immediately and Kai bucked up.

“Fuck baby. That’s it. Just like that.” he panted. Sehun’s mouth worked over his throbbing length, licking at the underside while sucking quickly. Sehun took more and more of the hard flesh into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out. The suction became so tight that it had Kai crying out, bucking up quickly into the other’s mouth. “Oh shit! Yes! Fuck you’re gonna make me cum!”

Sehun gave one last suck before pulling up and chuckled. “Not yet hyung.” he whispered. Shifting, he crawled up Kai’s body and kissed him deeply, hips rolling quickly, their cocks rubbing together in heated friction. Sehun could feel his cock twitch against Kai’s as the pleasure coursed through him. He was so hard and so horny. He had been denied all day any sort of pleasure from the others and now, he finally had the one person who always made him feel wonderful; the one person who always understood him. “Jongin….please.”

Kai smiled, hands guiding Sehun's hips up and closer. "What do you want, Sehun?" He asked softly. "Tell me so I can give it to you." Sehun's face flushed deeply and smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Take me." He whispered over his lips. Kai pressed against Sehun’s lips once more, moaning softly as Sehun moved over him, the head of his cock sliding between the maknae’s cheeks. “I need you.” Sehun whispered as he pulled back, staring down at the other.

“I need you too.” Kai answered, hands moving to grip Sehun’s ass, parting his cheeks as he rubbed the tip of his cock against his hole. He could feel it twitching against his head, a small moan leaving him. He wanted to be inside the other so much. Sehun groaned and lowered himself down on Kai’s cock, a deep moan leaving him as the pleasure spiked through him quickly.

“Shit. Kai.” Sehun whispered. He licked his lips and slowly moved over him, bucking harder and faster, clenching tightly around him. Kai hissed out and bucked up, burying himself deep into Sehun.

“So tight. Fuck.” Kai panted. He stared up at Sehun and smirked, pulling the other down into a deep kiss. Sehun let out a small whine and lifted himself up and slowly lowered himself back down. His hips worked quickly, rolling as he drove Kai deep inside him. He loved the way the other’s cock felt inside him, stroking his walls. It was setting his nerves on fire and he wanted more, so much more.

Tan fingers gripped tightly at Sehun’s hips as Kai slammed up harder and fast. Sehun cried out, his head falling back as Kai’s cock pressed in deep. “Yes! Oh fuck harder!” Sehun shouted in pleasure. Shifting over his lap, Sehun braced himself on Kai’s shoulders and lifted himself before dropping back down. A deep groan left the maknae as Kai’s cock pressed deep inside of him, nudging his prostate.

“That’s it. Bounce baby.” Kai panted. He ran his hands over Sehun’s back, just feeling the other as he rode his cock. The way his muscles flexed and moved, it only turned Kai on even more. Sehun leaned forward and captured Kai’s lips in a deep kiss, tongues colliding together as they explored each other’s mouths. Kai shifted his hips, pressing into Sehun’s prostate head on and the male pulled back, crying out loudly.

“Oh right there! Yes Kai! Fuck!” Sehun panted heavily as he bounced quickly on the other’s cock. Between his bouncing and Kai’s thrusting, Sehun felt like he was on cloud nine. The heat inside him was building so quickly and he knew he was reaching his peak fast. It was the first time in a long time he felt he could cum this quickly. But there was just something about having Kai to himself and knowing the other loved him just fueled his pleasure.

“Ah~!” Sehun cried out as Kai wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, stroking it quickly. Sehun groaned and pleaded as he bounced faster. The double stimulation was just too much, and the moment Kai swiped his thumb over the slit of his cock, he jerked and came hard. His walls tightened around Kai, the other crying out in pleasure.

“Shit! Sehun!” Kai gasped and gripped Sehun’s hips tightly, thrusting up hard into the other. Cries fell from Sehun’s lips as Kai thrusted into him more, helping the other ride out his orgasm. He gave one last hard thrust, pushing himself deep into Sehun and he came hard.

Sehun panted and groaned, slouching forward, arms wrapping around Kai’s neck. “Shit that was good,” he muttered. Kai let out a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist. He fell back on the bed and sighed, shifting around trying to get comfortable.

“Damn it, stop.” Sehun pouted as he slipped off of Kai and laid next to him. He rested his head on Kai’s chest, kicking his feet under the blankets to keep them warm as they snuggled. “Better.”

Kai smiled and reached up, stroking his head gently. “I love you Hunnie.” he whispered. Sehun glanced up at the other and smiled.

“I love you too hyung. Next time, just tell me. Don’t involve the other hyungs.” Sehun muttered, sighing contently as Kai pulled the blankets up and over their spent bodies.

“There won’t be a next time. You’re mine now.” Kai said and pressed a gentle kiss to Sehun’s forehead.

“Damn right I am. Which means no more kissing Taemin.” Sehun huffed. Kai laughed and shook his head.

“Then no more having sex with the other members.” Kai countered. Sehun raised a brow at that and shook his head.

“That I can not do. It’s a maknae’s job to fuck all his members.” Sehun said.

“Your job?” Kai asked.

“Yeah, it’s written in the Maknae Rulebook.” Sehun said with a firm nod. Kai let out a deep laugh and shook his head.

“Well fuck me.” he said.

“Sure.” Sehun said with a grin and Kai rolled his eyes. “How about we work together, tag team them?”

“Well.” Kai said and thought for a moment. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have Kris’s cock inside me.” he said. Sehun grinned and hugged him tightly, kissing him deeply.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Sehun asked.

“No, but now you have.” Kai said and chuckled. “I love you too Sehun.” he said. Sehun smiled and kissed Kai once more before settling back down on his chest.

“Let’s sleep.” Sehun muttered. Fingers ran through Sehun’s hair slowly, lulling him to sleep.

“Okay. Night Hunnie.” Kai whispered, his eyes already drooping.

“Night…..Jongin.” Sehun muttered out, already half asleep. Kai laid there for a few more minutes, listening to Sehun’s soft breathing, before he too drifted off to sleep, both completely unaware of the show they gave to their very much appreciative members.

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ao3feed-ateez · 2 months ago

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Tides of Winds and Change

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/S0ZhzCQ by skersey31 Phoenix and her crew prepare to face off against the biggest enemy they have ever faced. Phoenix gains another new ally and reunites with someone she hasn't seen since she was a teenager. The epic conclusion to the On Unusual Tides series! Words: 904, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English Series: Part 3 of On Unusual Tides Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), EXO (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Original Female Character(s), Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Zhang Yi Xing | Lay, Original Child Character(s), ATEEZ Ensemble, EXO Ensemble, Lee Taeil, Pyo Jihoon | P.O, Kwon Jiyong | G-Dragon, BIGBANG (Band) Ensemble, Lee Seunghyun | Seungri, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu, Wu Yi Fan | Kris Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Original Female Character(s), Park Seonghwa/Original Female Character(s), Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa/Original Female Character(s), Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Lee Taeil/Pyo Jihoon | P.O Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Light Dom/sub, Dom Park Seonghwa, bratty sub kim hongjoong, Sub Original Female Character(s), Blood and Violence, Minor Choi Seunghyun | T.O.P./Kwon Jiyong | G-Dragon, Lee Seunhyun | Seungri is his own warning, Wu Yifan | Kris is his own warning, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/S0ZhzCQ

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bobbyseyesmile · 5 years ago

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till we meet again - part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was here. At her apartment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I missed you a lot, Baobei.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re being careful, right?”

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight my love.”

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

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sub-k-pop-archive · 4 years ago

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Fic search masterlist

A masterlist of all the different sub!idol fic search requests I’ve done so far!

How do fic searches work? | AN: As of now, FS are officially open for Ateez!

Requests looking for specific fics!

Checkmate - About a powerful king Yoongi who only submits to you, his queen.

Caught | Lustful Nights - Chan getting caught masturbating | Asking the reader for help

my good boys - little!Seonghwa x little!Heongjoong x reader (this was the best match to the original request)

the spidermark fic - Mark Lee is a college freshman, and is also spiderman.

Lovely - Dressing up Winwin and turning him into your perfect little doll.

sub!Jungkook, 2 - JK gets a cock ring stuck on him | UPDATE: found!!

The More & More series - being in a poly relationship with 3RACHA

Requests looking for specific groups or members!

sub!Exo - sin

The rarest of fics (sub!Kris,Tao, Luhan, Xiumin, and Lay) - sin

sub!BamBam + some sub!Got7 reactions - sin

sub!Mark - sin

sub!Jaebum - sin

sub!Jinyoung - sin

sub!Minhyuk - sin

sub!Kun - part 1, part 2

sub!Renjun - part 1, part 2

sub!Xiaojun - sin

sub!Johnny - sin

sub!Ten and sub!Chan - sin + a few more sub!Ten fics

sub!Jaehyun - sin

sub!Hendery - sin

sub!YangYang - sin

sub!Wanna One - sin

Requests looking for specific kinks, themes, etc.!

Poly!sub fics - part 1, part 2

Sub!reader turns dom - sin

Soft dom, mostly vanilla reader - sin

Poly!NCT and poly!Ateez - sin

Sub!idol fluff - sin + a few more additional fics

Service top!NCT and Stray Kids - sin + one additional fic

Fics that don’t include anal/mommy kink - sin

Omorashi fics - sin + one additional fic

My favorite sub!idol blogs (as of March 2021) - part 2 in the making!

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 4 years ago

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

•TRIGGER WARNING•

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

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

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

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

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

Tales of how he treated traitors were terrifying.

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

Something much more inhuman, if not sinister.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N- No-!”

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

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

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

She could have never counted on him for romantic gestures.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yifan had torn her. Of course he had.

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

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itstheoneshot · 4 years ago

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Tutor

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

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Kris Wu x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected Sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You walked so fast." Yifan complains.

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

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

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

"Why?" You ask.

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

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

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

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

"Okay, thank you." You say.

Yifan smiles at you, shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

"You live alone?" You ask him.

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

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

"Isn't that lonely?" You ask.

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

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

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

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

"Thank you." You say.

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

"It's too hard." You complain.

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

"English only." He says.

"Okay..." You sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Should we take a break?" He asks.

"Please." You reply.

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

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

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

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

"How?" You ask him.

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

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

"Your bedroom." You say.

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

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

"Is this okay?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck me, Yifan." You breathe.

"Good girl." He says.

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

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yes." You reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me what you want." He says.

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

"In English." He orders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You were amazing." He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Deal."

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years ago

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Extended Stay;; WYF [pt.1]

Check out Part Two here~

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

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

Pairing;; Kris Wu x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

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

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Zombies!! + Mafia AU so

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

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

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

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

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

You've started to hate it.

Just a little.

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

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

"Of course, ma'am."

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

On the surface, Yifan is like ice.

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

This realisation sends a shiver down your spine.

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

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

Yifan is calculating. Not cold, but calculating.

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

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

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

Yifan is a man of many secrets.

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

"All clear, boss."

"Thank you for your hard work."

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

"Sure thing, boss."

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

"On it, boss."

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

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

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

"It sure is beautiful here."

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

"That's an understatement."

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

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

"On the plane?"

"Yes."

"For two whole days?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you don't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Has no one arrived to greet us yet?"

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

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

"I guess…"

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

"I'll be right back, okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The employee door, babe."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All there is is darkness.

"Maybe we shouldn't go in there."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God, what is that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Without cancelling our reservation first?"

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

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

"Yeah, let's."

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

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

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

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

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

"Can't wait."

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

Then you see it.

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

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

"There's something in that room."

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

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

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

"See it?"

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

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

"Lush."

"What?"

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

"I barely even drin-"

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

"I'll lead."

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

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

You've never been very lucky though.

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

"What's happening?"

"There's something a few floors up."

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

"An animal."

"Is it hurt?"

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

"Liar."

"Stay behind me. It sounds big."

"How big?"

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

You see nothing.

So you check the upper levels.

An endless spire towers overhead.

"How many floors does this place have?"

"A lot."

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

"Fuck, that's awful."

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

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

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

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

You're transfixed.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I just-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, are you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

Your neck creaks as you turn.

The girl's breath staggers.

Yifan checks her for injuries.

Hungry growls waft toward you.

Their lifeless eyes watch you.

"-bitten?"

His voice is like a tether.

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

"They're dead."

"What?"

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

Right down to the bone, they've been-

Bitten.

Just like the weeping girl in Yifan's arms.

Except she isn't crying anymore.

She's dead silent.

[Part Two]

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kpop-dungeon · 4 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dirtykpopsnaps · 4 years ago

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Here’s the request for Kris!

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haveanotherkpopblog · 4 years ago

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The 12 Days of EXO-mas

Pairings: OT11!EXO x You, Surprise! X You

Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff

Rating: PG

Summary: One day. One boy. All leading to a special Christmas.

Day 1- 12/13

--> Santa’s Christmas Cookies

Day 2- 12/14

--> Deck the Cubicles

Day 3- 12/16

--> Angel with Curly Hair

Day 4- 12/17

--> Strangers in the Night

Day 5- 12/18

--> Gardenia’s Secret

Day 6- 12/19

--> Sweet Lullaby

Day 7- 12/20

--> Promise Me

Day 8- 12/21

--> Love of Devotion

Day 9- 12/22

--> My Dearest Love

Day 10- 12/23

--> The Price of Perfection

Day 11- 12/24

--> All I Want for Christmas

Day 12- 12/25

--> Santa Baby

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yifanxai · 4 years ago

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You loved me and I froze in time Hungry for that flesh of mine

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kpop---scenarios · 5 years ago

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Torn Between Two

Part One!

Demon! Kris Wu x Demon! Kim Jongin x Reader

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Hope you enjoy! @uwu-yifan

Do you ever get the feeling there are eyes on you, but no one is around? You hear whispers in the wind but tell yourself you’re hearing things? Do you ever dream about two handsome strangers that you’ve never seen before? You didn’t always, but in the last few months, you’ve dreamt of the same two insanely attractive men. The two men with black eyes, one with white hair and one with grey hair. Everyday that you woke up, you felt the urge to know them more and more. You wanted to meet them, touch them and know they’re real and not just something you conjured up in dreamland. Most of the time by noon, you’d already forgotten about the men in your dreams and focused on your day and the man you had been seeing, Chanyeol. Chanyeol was nice, tall, funny, polite and not to mention the muscles. He was a little nicer than you usually went for but you decided to give him a chance after he begged you to give him one and you had to admit you were glad you did. You were having a lot of fun with him but you weren’t planning on having anything really serious with him. And because you weren’t serious with him, you didn’t tell him about your dreams, or your lust for two men you didn’t know, or the fact that you fantasized about both of them while Chanyeol was fucking you. Did you feel bad? Of course. Were you going to stop? Absolutely not. The way they touched you in your dreams, the way they made you moan, the way they could make you cum, woke you up, panting and agonizing for more. That’s part of the reason you said yes to Chanyeol as well.. when you woke up in the middle of the night, horny as all hell, you were able to call him to come help you out, which was better than doing it yourself. After you and Chanyeol were finished, he usually left because you had to get up for work, even though he tried to stay over a few times but you refused. You didn’t want him getting the wrong idea, even though you’d told him before that you didn’t want anything serious, he was adamant on changing your mind which wasn’t going to work. ** On Friday Chanyeol had called you to ask you if you wanted to go to a concert with him that night, you didn’t have anything else to do so you agreed. After work, you went home to shower and get ready for your outing with Chanyeol. He was taking you to see Jay Park, who was one of your favorite rappers. You had decided to wear tight black ripped jeans, along with a white crop top, your hair down and your make up dark and smokey. Chanyeol picked you up at 8pm, on the dot. He was never late to pick you up, being punctual was something he was very proud of. ** Arriving at the venue, the two of you managed to get a spot near the centre of the stage. After Chanyeol had made sure that you were okay, he left to get you two few drinks. He returned just seconds before the show started, with three drinks for you and one for him, since he wasn’t much of a partier anyways, but he knew you liked to have fun. A few hours into the concert you yell to Chanyeol that you’re going to attempt to find a bathroom, he nodded as you turned around. Your eyes scanned over the crowd, but landed on two very familiar faces. Your eyes went wide as you see the two men you had been dreaming about for months. You thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You see one whispering in the others ear before they both turn to look at you, their faces straight. You close your eyes and shake your head before opening your eyes again in hopes that it was all your imagination, but it wasn’t. The two men still stood there, now smirking at you. The taller one with grey hair licked his lips as he looked your body up and down. The one with white hair gave you a sly wink along with his smirk. Both of them soaking your panties immediately. Chanyeol turns his head seeing you still standing there and asks you what you’re doing. You look at him quickly to answer but you turn your head back to look at the men who had now vanished. You stood there for a moment, wondering if what you had seen was all in your head or if they had actually been there? “Are you going to the bathroom?” Chanyeol asks. “Oh, uh yeah. I’ll be right back" you say, shaking your head before moving through the tight crowd of people. After you finish, you stand in front of the mirror, thinking about the two men you saw. You were sure that they had been there, but if they really were, how did they vanish so quickly. You drop your head down, giving it another small shake before you sigh. “What the fuck is wrong with me" you groan. “I think you’re absolutely perfect” you hear a man's voice purr. Your head shoots up, looking into the corner of the bathroom, there stands one of the men, the one with white hair. “just breathtaking” he smirks, walking towards you. “You" you whisper. “Me" he chuckles. “Kai" he says, introducing himself. “and you’re Y/N. The absolutely ravishing woman that has caught mine and my brothers attention" he says, standing before you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You can’t say anything, it’s as if your entire body is frozen in his presence. “Kai" you hear another man growl. “You weren’t supposed to approach her alone" he says, his voice deep and dark, like Kai's. “Ah my dear brother Kris seems to be a bit jealous" Kai chuckles, turning away from you to face his brother. As soon as Kai stepped away from you, you felt like you could move and breathe again, until his brother stepped in front of you. You were frozen again, your eyes looking into his black eyes that were void of emotion. “Such a pretty little thing you are" Kris whispers, stroking your face much like Kai. “She really is" Kai agrees. “Quite naughty too, as we’ve seen" Kris slyly whispers, the comment going unnoticed to you. “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” you hear Chanyeol banging on the door. Kris steps away from you, allowing you to breathe and speak again. “Uh, yeah I’m okay. I’ll be out in a second.” You shout. “Ahh, your little boyfriend.” Kris sighs. “We’ll be seeing you soon, baby girl" he winks. “Tonight in your dreams" Kai smiles, and like nothing happened, they’re both gone. With shaky hands you open the door to see a worried Chanyeol on the other side. “What happened?” he asks. “I ran into an old friend and lost track of time. I’m sorry" you say. “Can you take me home please?” you ask. Chanyeol nods his head and guides you from the venue to his car. On the way he asks you again, if he could stay over tonight. You couldn’t really come up with a reason to say no, since you didn’t work tomorrow, and you couldn’t really say ‘there are two sexy men coming to visit me in my dreams' so you reluctantly agreed. You wondered though, how were they able to come to you in your dreams? It actually terrified you a little bit, made you think the worst of what they could be. Ghosts? That’s a possibility. You couldn’t imagine vampires or werewolves could he real.. or could they? Maybe they were warlocks? Your mind was spinning with the amount of possibilities of what they could be. So much so, you hadn’t heard a word that Chanyeol had said to you on the entire ride home. When you finally came too, you heard the last part of what he was talking about before starting to talk about something else you’ve explicitly told him wasn’t happening. “.. say that when you meet my mom.” He laughs. “Then when you quit your job, you’re able to stay home in the new house we get together” he says. Before you can say anything, he pulls into the parking garage of your apartment complex, you dreaded agreeing to allow him to stay over, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him to go home, so you just went with it. The moment you unlocked your front door, you took your shoes off and made your way to the kitchen. Taking a bottle of water from the fridge you gulped it down almost as quickly as you opened it, and Chanyeol stood there shocked, yet impressed. “Wow" he laughed. “Impressive.” “Ha, yeah. I’m not really feeling the greatest” you tell him, hoping he’ll offer to leave. Unfortunately you’re not that lucky. “It’s okay, let’s go to bed and you can get some sleep.” He smiled. You forced a natural smile back at him before dragging your feet to your bedroom. You wanted to go to sleep, you had so many questions for Kai and Kris, but you didn’t want to be sleeping next to Chanyeol when they came. Clearly you didn’t have a choice, since you looked back at Chanyeol who was undressing, leaving himself in his boxers before climbing into your bed with a smile. He patted the side of the bed next to him, wanting you to come over and get in with him. You went in your closet to put on your ugliest pair of pajamas before hopping into your bed, with your back turned to Chanyeol. He snickered as he scooted himself closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face into your hair. You automatically rolled your eyes without even trying. Chanyeol fell asleep rather quickly, while you laid awake, unable to sleep with the heat radiating from his large body and the dead weight of his arm practically crushing your ribs. You decided to attempt to wiggle your way from his grasp, trying to not wake him up. You managed to squirm your way out of his death grip and slide your body off the bed like a worm. You sat on the floor for a second to catch the breath you were holding. Finally you stand up, creeping your way to the kitchen, needing some water to still quench your thirst from earlier. Glancing at the clock, it reads 2:48am and you sigh. You were tired, but you couldn’t sleep. The anticipation of seeing them again made your body flutter with excitement, but also with fear. As you turn to leave the kitchen, you bump into a hard chest of a man. Your first thought was that it was Chanyeol, but then you remembered he was shirtless and you could still hear his snoring from the other room. “Mhm, your boyfriend is here?” he growls. Looking up you see the black eyes and unimpressed face of Kris. “He’s never stayed here before" he says, his eyes staring straight across the kitchen to your bedroom. “He wouldn’t stop pestering me to stay over. And he’s not my boyfriend." you whisper. “You should have told him to fuck off" You hear from behind you. Turning your head you see Kai standing almost against your back with Kris standing in front of you. You feel so small between the two of them. “You’re not serious about him, are you now baby?” Kris asks, his black eyes now on you. “N-no. I told him I don’t want anything serious with him but he keeps pushing" you whisper. “Pushing how?” Kris asks, cocking his head to the side. “Just doing things a boyfriend would do that I don’t want from him.” You say. “He keeps trying to bring up meeting families, moving in together, trying to get me to quit my job. It’s making me start to feel uncomfortable.” You admit, the truth flowing from your mouth like word vomit. “Would you like us to take care of him?” Kai breathes. “Yes" you huff, before you were even able to process what he asked. “Wait? Get rid of him or like kill him?” you ask. “He hasn’t technically done anything for us to murder him. We could get in trouble for that since it isn’t his time." Kai says. “..although we’d like too" Kris murmurs under his breath. “Unless you’d like us to murder him..?” Kai asks. “No, no murdering please.” You say. Kai pouts for a second before he and Kris develop evil grins on their faces, as if they know what each other is thinking. “I like it. Good idea.” Kai tells Kris with a sinister look on his face. “What idea? Neither of you said anything? I’m so confused.” you huff. “No worries baby, we’re just going to take care of the love sick puppy in there. It’s going to be slow, but in about a week you won’t have an issue with him anymore" Kris tells you. “What are you?” you ask, stepping out from in between the two. “Do you want to know?” Kai asks. Did you want to know? Would you regret it? “Yes" you admit. “We’re demons.” Kai says. “Demons? Like from hell?” you asks, not really sure how to feel “Correct.” Kris answers. “So what do you want from me?” you ask. “Why do you even know me? Why is any of this happening to me?” “Do you want to take this one? Or should I?” Kai asks Kris. “I’ll do it" Kris chuckles. “You remember that party you were at a few months ago, at your friend Jisoo's house?” “Yeah..” you say, thinking back to the party that was almost six months ago. “You said, and I quote ‘I’d sell my soul for some bomb ass dick'" Kris tells you. Instantly the memory hits you like a ton of bricks. You did say that. “Okay?” You say. “That's us. We’re the bomb ass dick you’ve been seeking, we just need your soul" Kai smiles. “I don’t want to give my soul up" you whisper, feeling more scared now then you have been. “We don’t want it now.” Kris says, glaring at Kai. “Originally we did, but the more we watched you and kept tabs on you, the more we just wanted to find out more about you.” “You’re quite captivating, you know?” Kai smirks. “What do you want from me?” you ask. “There’s nothing we want from you. We just want you.” Kris tells you. “Want me? Like want to take me? Want to hurt me? What?” you ask. Kai chuckles. “No love. We want to be with you” “Both?” Kris nods his head. “At like the same time?” “No. We figure the best way is to each date you and then in the end it will ultimately be your decision who you want to be with.” Kris says. “What if I choose neither of you?” “Then you don’t choose us.” Kai shrugs. “Obviously we hope you will choose one of us but we can’t force you, as much as we’d like too" Was this real? Or were you dreaming? Did you actually have two extremely sexy men wanting you? Wanting to prove to you that they would be the best fit for you? You had to pinch yourself to believe it. “Ow" you hiss, knowing full well that you’re definitely awake. “Just had to make sure I was awake" you say to the two man staring at you, concerned. “Y/N?” you hear a groggy voice from the bedroom. “Ugh”. You roll your eyes. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll take care of him. See you soon" Kris winks before they both disappear. A groggy Chanyeol comes shuffling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing?” he yawns. “Its like 4am" “Yeah I can’t sleep" you say, turning to go towards your bedroom. “I can help with that" he chuckles. “I’m okay. Stomach still hurts" you say crawling into your bed. Chanyeol crawls next to you, snuggling against you. This time, you fall asleep, having pleasant dreams about Kris and Kai. Whereas Chanyeol, began to have nightmares. He tossed and turned in his sleep as what he could only describe as demons, chased him relentlessly through the crowded streets. Chanyeol continuously turned his head, seeing if they were still following him and no matter where he turned, there they were. “Hey buddy" one of them yelled, eyes glued to Chanyeol. “Stop" Chanyeol halted, feeling as if his feet were glued to the pavement. “W-what do you want?” Chanyeol stutters. “Stay the fuck away from Y/N" Kai snaps. “You don’t want to see what will happen to you if you don’t listen.” Kris growls, his eyes turning black. Chanyeol bolts up in bed, his body soaked in sweat. He looks over at your peaceful sleeping body before getting out of bed quietly and getting dressed. Chanyeol takes one last glance at you before quickly but quietly bolting for the door. A few hours later, Kris sneakily pops himself into your room, his cock hard, needing to get off. He laid on your bed in between your legs in your dream, his tongue licking a long strip up your pussy. "Mhm, tasting as good as I imagined." He smirks. Kris wraps his lips around your clit, harshly sucking. Your hands grip the bed sheets as your back arches. He places a hand on your stomach, pressing you back down into the mattress without any effort. Before you have a chance to cum, Kris removes his head from in between your legs, licking his lips as he looks at you. "It's going to be quick baby, I gotta get back." He smiles, unbuckling his belt. You watch intensely as he pulls his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. It's bigger than you imagined, thicker too. You can see his precum leaking from his tip. You lick your lips, wanting to taste him but you know you'll have to save it for another day. Kris lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you, stretching you out completely. "Fuck" you hiss, your eyes already rolling into the back of your head. "That's right baby, take my cock" he growls, pulling out of you before slamming himself back inside. You can't help but moan loudly, practically screaming as Kris continues to fuck you. "You take it so well." He growls, placing his finger in between your lips to rub your clit. "Cum quick baby." You clench yourself around him, his cock and fingers working like magic as your orgasm builds extremely quick. "Fuck" you cry out as pleasure shoots through your body, your orgasm completely taking over. "That's right baby." Kris grunts, yearning for his own release. "Shit.." He cries, cumming inside of you, his warm liquid coating your walls. Kris pulls out of you, as you chest heaves, attempting to catch your breath. He walks to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth to clean you up. When he finishes, you fall asleep almost immediately to the sound of him humming to you. ** Waking up in the morning, you're relieved to feel the spot next to you is empty, and your apartment is quiet, meaning Chanyeol must have taken off extremely early. You smile as you stretch out in your bed, only to feel the side next to you now weighed down. Turning your head you carefully peel one eye open, to be met with the face of a smiling Kai laying beside you. "Morning" he says in a low voice. "Busy night?" He asks. "I can smell Kris' scent on you baby, and you know what that means, I need to replace his smell with my own." He smirks.

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Tunnel Caprica [M] part 5

Pairings: Baekhyun x Sehun (SeBaek)

Ratings: NC-17

Genre: Smut, dark romance, Rich!Sehun, Convenience Store Worker!Baekhyun

Description: It was a normal day for convenience store worker Byun Baekhyun when Sehun—a seemingly wealthy man—entered the store, only getting overdosed by drugs afterwards. It was the encounter that would change Baekhyun’s life. It was the encounter that introduced him to a world that should never exist in this already problematic world.

Warnings: Graphic sexual content(!), substance use, drug overdose, alcohol, and strong language

Chapters: Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5 (NEW!)

Synopsis: Tunnel Caprica connects two cities under the huge and long mountain ranges of the country Ioca [a-yo-ka], making it one of the longest tunnels in the world with a distance of nearly 40 kilometers. However, people choose to drive the 3-hour long pass than driving through the tunnel, because driving through the tunnel can be claustrophobic—an hour drive with nothing but repeating images of the never ending tunnel. But through the tunnel also hides the entrance to another world that Baekhyun is yet to find out.

Part 5

Word count: 5.7k words

Chapter warnings: Explicit language, mild graphic descriptions

‘Why the fuck did I say yes.’

Baekhyun was anxious all afternoon.

He couldn’t get his head off of the possibilities that could happen later that night at High C’s, the club downtown that Sehun talked about. Baekhyun had never been there since it was an exclusive place. He’d barely been in that area, especially at night—where he had heard stories that the driveway was often packed with sports and luxury cars with people coming out of it in the weirdest fashion, both literally and figuratively.

Baekhyun was never really the type to hang around in bars or clubs frequently, he only did so when a friend invited him on some occasions, and it’s a good excuse to socialize and let loose. But it had been months since he was last invited, he had been too focused on his own commitments.

‘I must protect Yuri,’ he thought. ‘I must protect myself.’

Sehun wasn’t picky with his prey. He didn’t discriminate. He would insert his damn cock to whichever hole he wanted. That was what Baekhyun was afraid of—Sehun’s unpredictability.

He couldn’t tell Yuri what kind of a person Sehun was because that would only reveal what had happened between him and Sehun.

‘Or maybe I’m overthinking things?’ He wondered. ‘He seems harmless outside the bed.’

“What the hell am I complaining about? He gave me 4K,” he mumbled to himself as he twisted the shower knob off. He was in the shower.

Water dripped from the tips of his hair falling to the wet tiled floor of his bathroom. And his eyes noticed the bush that was going around down there, protecting his dignity. If he still had one. Not after what had happened the night before. Then he remembered Sehun’s—that looked alluring. Baekhyun wondered if he had his cleaned, he wondered would it look as pleasing?

Baekhyun suddenly couldn’t get the idea off his mind, suddenly having the urge to cut his bush down right that moment. Maybe it would make him feel better, more confident about himself. And it may be convenient to cut it down this moment than later.

‘I’m not doing this for anyone.’ Baekhyun thought to himself. ‘I’m doing this for myself. No, I’m not trying to impress anyone. Not because we’d meet later.’

“Just a trim,” he muttered to himself, staring down.

‘Just so it happens there’s a party tonight. Just pure coincidence.’

“Just a trim,” he repeated.

“What took you so long? Did you sleep there?” Yuri asked, eyeing Baekhyun when he stepped out of the bathroom, as she hooked a large hoop earring on one ear.

Baekhyun scratched his crotch over his shorts, and topless. He stretched his neck from side to side from the sore he felt while doing the procedure. He then stroked his stomach and answered Yuri’s question, “Upset tummy.”

Yuri looked back at the mirror, convinced with his answer.

“What are you wearing?” Baekhyun asked with a frown while he was drying his hair with a towel.

After she hooked the other earring on her other ear, she turned to him with an open arm and said, “Well, how do I look?”

Baekhyun stopped drying his hair, a bit stunned, while he evaluated Yuri’s look when she faced her whole body to him. The first thing he noticed were her perky breasts under her string strapped red cropped top. Then she’s also wearing a black high waist mini skirt, revealing a part of her abdomen, finishing it with a black heel. “That’s too revealing,” Baekhyun uttered.

Yuri looked down over her outfit. “No, it’s not,” she retorted. “Besides, this is my best clothes. And this is the only thing I brought.” They had stopped by at Yuri’s place to pick up some of her clothes earlier. She continued, looking back at the mirror in front of her, “You have no choice. If you only listened to me, we could’ve bought clothes earlier.”

Baekhyun arched his brow. “With what?”

She looked at him over the mirror, opening her eyes wide open as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

“The money?” Baekhyun answered himself, referring to the money he received from Sehun.

She raised her shoulders. “Yeah. What else are you going to do with it?” She then gasped, eyes glimmering, “Oh! We can finally go on a trip, Baek!”

“A trip?”

“Yeah!”

A trip, something Baekhyun hadn’t thought about. Then images of white beaches and warmer climate appeared in his mind since his country, Ioca, was full of mountains and lands. They could totally afford to go a much less-earthy place with the money he gained. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” he agreed with a wondering smile.

Yuri’s lips curved upwards, delighted that Baekhyun seemed to like the idea. So she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders. “Right?”

Baekhyun stared down at her and wrapped his arms around Yuri’s waist. She smelled good with the usual Eau de Cologne she wore, her eyes looked strong with the dark eye makeup she had. “You look pretty.”

Yuri blushed, and tiptoed to reach for Baekhyun’s lips. “I love you, baby.”

Baekhyun kissed her again, then said, “I gotta get changed.”

“Okay, my handsome boy.” She stared endearingly at him while gently stroking her palm across Baekhyun’s buffed chest to his slender stomach that tickled him. Her hand kept stroking down until she got a hold of his shaft, and squeezed them. Baekhyun grunted, his stomach tensing, suddenly feeling weak. She bit her lower lip and moaned. Then suddenly, she slightly jumped from her position, jerking her hand away from him, as if she got pricked by a thorn. Then Yuri gazed at Baekhyun with a frown, studying him. Then she said slowly, “Okay, go get changed.”

It was past nine in the evening, Baekhyun and Yuri had finished preparing. Baekhyun was wearing a pair of black jeans, a tacky denim jacket over a white shirt. Yuri was looking at him quizzically by the door.

“You don’t like what I’m wearing?” Baekhyun asked, approaching Yuri.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing something more… suave? Like the one you wore to his party?”

“Babe, it’s a club. No one would see me there.” He added, “People sometimes go to clubs with just shirts.”

“I know, but have you seen that man?” Her eyes opened wide, and jabbered, “That suave looking man who just stood out there outside your place this morning? That man? They’ll probably be in their suits.” Baekhyun didn’t speak, but he began to think twice. Yuri huffed, “Just make sure don’t ridicule us in front of them.”

Baekhyun shrugged and opened the front door of his place. He left his car parked on the side of the street after he and Yuri came back from Yuri’s place, picking up Yuri’s things.

“Don’t you think we should call an Uber instead?” Yuri asked, looking at the car with contempt.

“What’s wrong with my car?”

“I mean, you may never know what could happen. You can’t drive if you drink,” she said, implying that there could be a possibility they’d drink.

“We’re not gonna drink,” uttered Baekhyun firmly. No, he had no plan on drinking. Not after what had happened that night.

“But you’re not sure about that, babe.”

“Well, I’m not gonna drink,” he retorted.

Yuri went quiet, then she pouted, “I’m telling you, baby—I’ve said the same thing myself before. And I always end up drinking.”

Baekhyun sighed, because he himself was guilty of the feeling. He always ended up drinking. However, this time, he felt so sure about not drinking even though he could drive. “No, I promise I won’t drink. I have a job tomorrow, remember?” Although Sehun's job for him was in the afternoon, he couldn’t take any chances to have another hangover.

Yuri grunted in frustration. “Can we just call an Uber?” She pulled her phone out of her tiny purse that could only hold her large phone, a compact powder and lipstick, not even her wallet could fit. She only brought bills.

“You don’t like going there with my car?”

“Yeah, I don’t,” she grumbled as she tapped on her phone. “Baek, these are rich people. Have some self-respect. At least make yourself look presentable.”

“Babe, the car’s not going inside. We’re just going to park it somewhere.”

Yuri gave Baekhyun a side-eye, glaring at him, then looked back at her phone. “Ha-bloody-ha. Very funny.” Then her mouth circled when something popped out on her phone, someone took her booking. “We got a Mercedes Benz.” She smirked at him. “Two minutes.”

“Benz? You took premium?”

She arched a brow. “Of course.”

Two minutes came by, the shiny black sedan parked outside Baekhyun’s place. Yuri grinned when the vehicle came by, Baekhyun only gently smiled at his girlfriend, shaking his head. It didn’t feel overwhelming for Baekhyun when they entered the luxury vehicle, and it also seemed a bit old. At least they could tell they had ridden a Mercedes.

Yuri sat closely to Baekhyun, cuddling herself into his shoulder, and Baekhyun wrapped one arm around her waist. “I’m excited,” she said. “It’s been so long since we went out like this at night. Did you miss it?”

Baekhyun scoffed. “Not really.”

“Why? You’re so fun when you’re drunk.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, you’re just so fun.” She looked up at Baekhyun and closed her eyes, pouting, for a kiss while quietly humming an ‘Mmmh.’

Baekhyun gulped, staring down at his girlfriend. He avoided her lips but instead leaned closer to her ears, and whispered, “Baby, we’re in someone else’s car.”

Yuri’s eyes remain closed. “So what?”

Baekhyun glanced at the rear-view mirror of the car and caught the driver looking at them, then they both avoided each other’s gazes. “Yuri, c’mon.” Baekhyun slightly pushed her away, then looked through the window.

But Yuri still leaned her head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “But isn’t he so handsome?”

Baekhyun looked at Yuri. “Who? Sehun?”

“Yeah. He looked like a celebrity. He’s so tall!”

Baekhyun almost thought the same thing on his first encounter with Sehun at the convenience store. He had thought Sehun was lost inside the convenience store.

“Baek, what does he do?” Yuri questioned.

Baekhyun was lost in his thoughts when Yuri asked a question, then slowly, he understood it. “What?” Now that he thought about it, he never really knew. “I don’t—I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Maybe business?” He guessed.

“What the hell did you do to his party then? You didn’t even get to know him?”

“Get to know him?” He repeated her question with a hint of mockery. Why would he want to get to know him? Then, in a snap, he remembered everything about Sehun. Every-thing. Regret consumed him that left him wordless. But he immediately snapped out of it. “Oh! I remember it now,” he exclaimed, pretending that he remembered what Sehun does for a living. “I was a bit tipsy that time when he was talking about it. He, uh,” he was thinking of a lie to stop Yuri from asking more questions, “he’s in the art business. Selling art.” He remembered the man named Chen from Sehun’s party who was trying to sell his art to Sehun, and used this story to cover himself.

Yuri arched a brow. “That’s it?”

“Y-Yeah, rich people like to buy art.”

“Where’d you even learn that?”

“That’s what he said. ‘Cuz they have nothing else to do with their money.” Saying that himself suddenly made Baekhyun envious of these rich people’s lives, even if it was only a wild guess. If he only had that kind of money at his disposal.

“Really?” Even Yuri was surprised. “How much do they—“

“I have no idea, Yuri. Like I said, I was tipsy.”

“Gosh. Imagine if I was that rich, too.”

A loud muffled music and rowdy people from the outside caught Baekhyun’s attention, so he looked through the window and saw a convertible passed by them with people throwing their hands up while the music in the car played so loudly. “I think we’re close,” Baekhyun said.

Yuri detached herself away from Baekhyun and exchanged looks between the windshield and the window. They were beginning to see a line of shiny luxury vehicles and sports cars in bright red, pearl white, pitch crystal black, opulent blue—one was even in lime gold—parked along the street. Baekhyun was now feeling thankful for Yuri’s suggestion to take an Uber. Because driving along this street of wealth with his car would eat him alive, the same thing that almost happened to him when he had gone to Sehun’s mansion.

They were finally approaching the infamous High C, people were coming in with such manner and glamour, and people coming out on someone’s shoulders, walking wobbly. Baekhyun even spotted one throwing up already at the sidewalk. Baekhyun clenched his jaws; being in a club was all fun but it wasn’t the safest place at all.

After paying for their fare to the Uber driver, Baekhyun and Yuri got out of the vehicle and they were already feeling the party with the unruly people outside—shouting, smoking, one couple were making out. People in such peculiar and questionable fashion coming out from a vintage Mustang, two-seater sports cars, still sober. All those vehicles that Baekhyun only saw on the internet, now these cars were having a feast in this street.

Yuri bit her lips, Baekhyun could see the excitement in her eyes. There was always a certain feeling to be in a club—a sudden boost of arrogance and confidence, high sex drives, and ready to forget about themselves for a night.

“Wooh,” Baekhyun heaved. He couldn’t contain himself, he knew this would be intense.

Baekhyun and Yuri held hands as they approached the bouncer that was about 6 foot tall with large muscles and broad shoulders. But the bouncer blocked the entry door without saying anything, and he didn’t need to say anything—him blocking them was already intimidating.

Yuri courteously smiled at the bouncer and said, “We have a friend inside, uhm, Sehun?” She glanced at Baekhyun. “Oh Sehun?” Baekhyun nodded at her as confirmation. Yuri looked back at the bouncer. “Oh Sehun. We’re with him.”

The bouncer frowned at the couple, studying them. “Go to line,” he simply said under his rough voice. Baekhyun and Yuri turned their heads to their right and didn’t notice there was a long line going on to enter the club.

“But, mister,” persuaded Yuri, “I’m telling the truth. We have—”

“Line.” The bouncer couldn’t be swayed, even with Yuri’s beauty.

Yuri looked at Baekhyun. “Baby, do something about this. Call him.”

“I-I—“ Baekhyun pulled his phone out of his pocket, nervous.

“Go make your call at the line. Don’t block the way,” said the bouncer.

“No, we’re going to stay here ‘till we meet our friend, Oh Sehun.”

“Get in line,” said the bouncer more firmly.

“C’mon, Yuri.” Baekhyun pulled Yuri’s elbow..

“But, Baekhyun.”

Then the bouncer suddenly smiled, stepped aside, and let a couple enter the club without even lining up. The man slid something on the bouncer’s jacket pocket—perhaps a tip—and patted the bouncer’s back as they entered the club.

“Baek, maybe you can bribe him,” Yuri suggested while she was getting dragged at the back of the line.

“No, we’re not gonna bribe anyone.”

They finally reached the end of the line. Yuri grunted in frustration. “But, baby, we’re going to take ages here. By the time we get in, it’ll be the closing time.” Then she asked, “Are you calling Sehun?”

“He’s not picking up.”

“Ugh. Maybe the music’s too loud inside.”

It was already 10:30 PM, Sehun had said 10 PM, yet Baekhyun and Yuri were still at the line, barely moving. Yuri was frustrated, and Baekhyun’s patience was also getting tested.

“Why isn’t he picking up?” Yuri complained.

Baekhyun clenched his jaws, also annoyed at Sehun. Annoyed being in line. Baekhyun then saw in his peripherals a tall vehicle cruising in the street. And a sudden relief washed over him in a wave when he saw that black G-Wagon that he once drove when was saving Sehun. This must be Sehun. It should be, he desperately thought, already pissed off standing outside for so long.

And without fail, a long legged man stepped out of the vehicle after parking his car on the other side of the street. It was Sehun. He was wearing a white button-up shirt over a black and white suit--half white and half black, and a pair of white slim dress pants that amplified his height.

“Oh, my god. That’s him, isn’t it?” Yuri moans, also relieved.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

Sehun crossed the street, eyes on the bouncer, ready to enter without lining up.

“Sehun!” Yuri yelped out of desperation, raising her hand to get his attention. At this point, Baekhyun didn’t care if Yuri embarrassed them, he just wanted to come.

Sehun stopped from walking from a distance and turned his head to their direction. He narrowed his gaze, still not moving. Baekhyun threw his hand up, maybe Sehun could recognize them. And Sehun’s face relaxed after recognizing Baekhyun. He waved, signaling them to step forward to him. And it was such a relief to finally get out of the line.

“Hey!” Sehun greeted them when the couple reached them. “I almost forgot I invited you tonight. Have you been here long?”

“Yes—“ Yuri.

“No, we just got here, too,” Baekhyun lied out of politeness. Yuri glared at him.

“That’s good.”

“I thought you don’t like late people,” said Baekhyun.

Sehun scoffed. “This is the club, man. The later you are, the better.” Then Sehun paid attention to Baekhyun’s outfit. “What are you wearing?”

“What’s wrong?”

Sehun frowned, slightly shaking his head in disapproval. Then he looked at the people in the line and walked towards one of the people in the front. “Hey, how much would you take to trade with my friend’s jacket?” He asked a younger looking man about Baekhyun’s size in a sheen gray blazer.

“What?” The man exclaimed, confused.

“One hundred dollars?” Sehun asked even if the man didn’t understand Sehun’s question.

“Whose jacket?”

Sehun pointed at Baekhyun. “His. So $100?”

The man peeked at Baekhyun. “No, my suit’s not for sale.”

“One-eighty dollars?” Sehun offered higher, the man had gone silent.

“Tw-two hundred,” the man countered.

Sehun scoffed. “Two hundred?” He repeated, amazed by the man’s audacity as if Sehun wasn’t bold enough to ask for some stranger’s suit. “Fine.”

The man pursed his lips. And just like that, the man said, “Deal.”

Sehun snapped his fingers at Baekhyun who was standing behind him, Baekhyun immediately understood so he removed his tacky jacket and exchanged it for the better-looking suit.

“Come,” then Sehun said, walking back to the bouncer with the couple, after giving the man some money. Then Sehun placed a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder after Baekhyun put on the suit. “I like my associates to look presentable in front of my friends.”

Baekhyun only listened, then Sehun walked past by him to face the bouncer. “They’re with me,” Sehun said. The bouncer did not say anything and unhook the velvet rope to let them enter. Sehun quickly shook the bouncer’s hand and patted his back. “Thanks, Taec.”

Loud music drowned the noise from the outside when they entered the dark place, and lights only came in the flashes off the dance floor. The club was packed. Conversations were only possible by screaming. Sehun led the way, followed by Yuri, and Baekhyun was holding Yuri’s hand while they walked past the jammed crowd.

Baekhyun leaned to Yuri’s ear and shouted, “Aren’t you cold?” It was also ice cold inside and Yuri was wearing clothes that revealed too much of her skin.

“No, I’m fine,” Yuri shouted back while they followed Sehun. “I’m going to drink anyway,” she added.

Sehun then stepped to a staircase leading to the second floor of the nightclub. Baekhyun had never been into the second floor of any nightclub since couches and tables were usually much more expensive to pay for due to its exclusivity (if they wanted a much more private place). He barely even sat into any couches on the first floor, he and his friends only paid for the high tables—those without chairs (so they only stood)—when he used to go out at nightclubs. Music was much less harsh on the second floor so they didn’t have to use all of their voices to talk. And it was also much less packed. They could overlook the dance floor from above.

Sehun finally stopped in front of a table with a U-shaped couch, and people in that table began to greet him.

“Hey, man!” Sehun did a man handshake with a man that seemed to be as tall as Baekhyun. And Sehun did another with a man taller than Sehun that could reach him. The table was almost full with men and women in it.

Sehun stepped back to present Baekhyun and Yuri to the table. Sehun patted Baekhyun’s chest, “This is Byun Baekhyun,” he looked at Yuri, “and his girlfriend, Yuri.”

Baekhyun and Yuri received Heys and smiles.

“These are my friends,” Sehun gestured at each man at the table, “Lay, Kris, Tao, Luhan, and Kyungsoo. Also known as…?” He drawled, smirking at the table, waiting for them to complete his sentence.

“BBC!” The men in the table shouted proudly.

“BBC?” Yuri asked innocently.

“Billionaire Boys Club,” Sehun answered smugly. Yuri’s mouth opened. Even Baekhyun was in surprise.

“Hey, Sehun, how much is your net worth again?” A narrow shouldered man questioned provokingly.

“Oooh,” A blonde man reacted at the take.

“Very funny, Kyungsoo,” Sehun yapped, then mocked, “Hey, I heard your family is taking it hard with the stocks down.”

A man reached for the man named Kyungsoo’s shoulder and sympathetically patted them with a heavy hand while Kyungsoo’s eyes stayed round open.

Sehun scoffed then he gestured at the women at the table. “And, of course, these are their girlfriends.” But not everyone seemed to have brought a girlfriend since the number of women in the table isn’t proportional to the number of men. There were only three women besides Yuri.

People at the table cramped themselves to give seats for them. Yuri sat first, followed by Baekhyun, then Sehun sat last, sitting at the end of the couch. Best seat, in Baekhyun’s opinion— easy to get out of the table. The people in the table were wearing such colorful and patterned suits, women wearing intricate hairstyles and strong make ups. Baekhyun and Yuri were totally underdressed. But nobody seemed to pay attention but themselves.

“So, what do you do?” A woman shouted from the other end of the couch, asking Baekhyun.

Baekhyun suddenly felt intimidated with eyes all on him. He didn’t want to answer the question, especially if he would shout it across the table.

“He works for me,” Sehun answered for him. Then adds, “And why do you care?”

The woman arched her brows sassily—her cheeks already pink, her eyes already in a daze, drunk. “I just wanted to know.” Then she looked at Baekhyun as if evaluating him from face to his upper torso. And Baekhyun felt he was being judged, especially with how simple he looked.

Sehun then put two shot glasses in front of Baekhyun and Yuri and poured them with Absolut vodka that was already opened on top of the table. It seemed like the people on the table had been there fairly long with the half empty bottles and glasses scattered across the table. “Drink up,” said Sehun. Sehun only poured himself a glass of champagne. Yuri took the shot. And Baekhyun didn’t even think about it twice, he also took the shot. After the frustration he felt at the line, a shot of vodka felt deserved.

“What time did you land and you weren’t able to come to my party?” Sehun asked a tall man with black hair and hawk eyes who sat at the center of the chair who had a girl around his arm.

“I landed this noon,” he yelled over the loud music.

Sehun only nodded as a response while he sipped his champagne. Then he leaned over to Baekhyun’s ear and said loudly but not loud enough for everyone to hear, “The girl on his arm is not his wife. It’s his girlfriend.”

“What?” Baekhyun screamed. And after the buffer, he understood what Sehun had said. “He’s cheating?” He screamed in Sehun's ear.

“Don’t talk too loud!” Sehun shouted.

“But I can’t hear you!”

Then Sehun put a finger on his lip, smirking, shushing Baekhyun. One shot after another, Baekhyun could feel his body heating up but his mind was still sharp, he thought. People at the table laughed and talked loudly. Baekhyun and Yuri tried to socialize with them, especially Yuri, who was taking shot after shot—tasting all the alcohol in the table. And she was already looking red.

People were standing outside their table, minding their own business—partying, dancing, flirting, and whatnot.

Sehun was standing in front of a table with a glass of champagne at one hand, telling a story about a trip he had years ago. The hawked-eye man, Tao, complained that he had heard this story from Sehun, but Sehun liked telling his stories, so they had to endure him.

Some in the table were minding their own business, some were listening to Sehun, like Baekhyun and Yuri.

Baekhyun’s eyes then travelled to a pale white skin woman in black minidress with see-through sleeves who might pass by their table. Her hair was neatly ponytailed, her lips alluring red, and she wasn’t wearing too much makeup. Baekhyun thought she looked beautiful and elegant. And to his surprise, the woman stopped at their table, and that was also when a tall man in black suit and pants emerged from the dim lights who was with the woman. Baekhyun noticed that they were holding hands.

Sehun was in the middle of talking when the woman (or couple) stopped, and Sehun found himself somewhat dumbstruck.

The couple smiled and waved at the table, and people seemed to be delighted to see the couple with their cheerful greetings. Some threw their hands up to wave at them. The blonde hair man, Luhan, did a manly handshake with the tall and tanned man in black who was with the woman.

“Nayeon,” said Sehun, staring at the woman. Baekhyun noticed from the side that the woman’s dress was also backless, flaunting her white skin.

The woman turned her head to Sehun and quickly smiled. “Sehun.”

Sehun leaned forward to air-kiss the woman and gazed at her. “Beautiful as always.”

The woman chuckled gracefully, and Baekhyun thought that looked beautiful. She smiled, “It’s good to see you, Sehun.”

“It’s good to see you.”

Then the man with the woman interrupted, handing over his hand to Sehun, and called his name, “Sehun.”

Sehun hesitated to take the man’s hand for a shake, but then later took it, “Jongin.” They did a quick but firm handshake. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

The tall man named Jongin smirked and chuckled, ignoring Sehun. Then he assisted the woman by holding her back to sit at the other side of the couch.

Sehun went from nonstop talking to a suddenly composed man. He unbuttoned his suit as he sat next to Baekhyun opposite the couple. He then leaned to Kyungsoo, who sat at the corner, next to Yuri and said, “Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?”

“They told us the last minute!” Kyungsoo answered loudly.

Sehun hissed, shaking his head, and sat straight. He leaned to Baekhyun, eyes glued at the woman, and said, “That, my friend, is my ex-lover—Park Nayeon.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Let me tell you something,” he pointed a finger at Baekhyun so Baekhyun leaned closer, “A real keeper, she is. I was serious about her.”

Baekhyun was in slight surprise to know about this information about him. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Sehun scoffed, repeating Baekhyun’s question. “What happened—well, you know women. I don’t understand why she’d go with that small dick Jongin when I’m the total package.” He poured himself a glass of Johnnie Walker gold label and drank it in one shot.

Baekhyun looked at the couple across the table. Jongin’s hand was resting at the backrest of the couch, while Nayeon was leaning against his chest while they chatted with Luhan who was sitting next to them. “They look good,” said Baekhyun.

Sehun scoffed, cocking a brow in disapproval. Then he took his flute glass of champagne, leaning his elbow against the backrest of the couch. “Jongin!” He yelled. But Jongin didn’t hear him over the loud music. “Jongin!” Sehun yelled again and everyone’s attention was at Sehun’s.

The man in black suit and black silk button-up that showed his chest and collarbones raised his brows after hearing his name.

“Why are you always in black? Are you some sort of grim reaper or something? Are you going to kill someone?” Sehun scoffed and laughed, looking across the table. Some also laughed with him. Baekhyun nervously chuckled.

The woman with him, Nayeon, pulled Jongin’s inner arm to whisper something to him. However, Sehun and Jongin locked eyes at each other intensely.

“I didn’t see you in fashion week in Paris last two weeks,” Sehun shouted, somehow changing the topic yet their eyes were telling differently with their dead stares. Even Baekhyun could feel the tension that was exuding. “I thought I’d see you in Versace’s show.”

“We were at Pilati’s,” Jongin answered, composed.

Sehun squinted one eye, leaning forward, as if he didn’t hear what Jongin had said over the music. “Who?”

“Pilati.”

“Who?”

“I think he said Pilati,” Baekhyun said to Sehun.

“We were at Stefano Pilati’s show, Sehun,” Nayeon said loudly to Sehun.

“Pilati, oh! Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” Sehun said directly at the male. Sehun scoffed, “No wonder.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” The tallest man with the deepest voice in the table, Kris, clapped his hands loudly to get everyone’s attention. “We’re having a good time here, a’right?”

Sehun took a deep breath and so did the man on the other side and looked at his woman. Sehun finished his drink with a bitter face.

“How ‘bout we make a toast, a’right? For a good life?” Kris raised his glass of champagne, and a lot followed him with their own variety of drinks. “A lot of us haven’t seen each other for a while. Let’s bury what’s in the past, and be grateful for what's now, you sons of billionaire bitches.” People at the table laughed, easing the tense atmosphere with Kris’s short speech.

“Cheers to that!” Shouted Lay.

“Cheers!” Most people exclaimed, Baekhyun did so timidly.

Baekhyun totally ate his words about not drinking since people kept pouring his glass and yet he didn’t ever refuse a single shot. How could he? What power did he have to refuse such powerful people? Yuri was becoming louder after every shot and was becoming friendly with Lay, his girlfriend, and Kyungsoo.

“Yuri.” Baekhyun held Yuri’s waist from behind, feeling protective over her.

But Sehun then wrapped his arm around Baekhyun’s neck and pulled Baekhyun to him. His cologne was strong, and in the influence of alcohol, his cologne smelled stronger, amplifying all of his senses. Everyone started to look attractive, everyone started to sound funny. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Y-Yeah. Thanks for inviting us.” Baekhyun cleared his throat. “Why did you invite us anyway?”

Sehun released Baekhyun from his arms. “Why can’t you be just grateful, Baekhyun?”

“No, I’m grateful. Thank you, Mr. Oh.”

Sehun guffawed, slamming one hand at the table. “Mr. Oh.” He shook his head, still laughing, wiping a fake tear off of his eye. “You’re way too serious, man. Anyway,” he lightly slapped Baekhyun’s chest, “How was it?”

“How was what?”

Sehun glanced at Yuri, cocking his brows, then his eyes travelled back to Baekhyun. Baekhyun immediately understood. But before Baekhyun could speak, Sehun said, “Have you found your true colors?”

Baekhyun wasn’t expecting that type of question. “What do you mean?”

Sehun leaned closer to Baekhyun, “I mean whom did you enjoy more—me or her?”

“What?” Baekhyun’s eyes were wide in horror. “What type of question is that?”

“You’re always so defensive, you’re too obvious.”

“How am I defensive?”

However, Sehun changed the question, “So how did it feel like to be inside a woman? Great?”

Baekhyun evaluated his experience with Yuri. “Yeah, it’s not so bad.”

Sehun scoffed. “I know. Fuck,” he grunted, cocking his head, as if he’s suddenly turned on. Then he asked, “Did you make her cry?”

Baekhyun raised a brow. “Cry?”

Sehun patted Baekhyun’s thigh heavily. “You, my friend, are gifted. Unlike this motherfucker,” he quickly pointed a finger across the table, pointing to the male in black talking to his woman as if the couple were the only people in the world with their eyes glimmering at each other. “That needle dick, Jongin,” he hissed. Then he looked back at Baekhyun, “I feel sad for her. Really.”

“Maybe it’s not all about the size.”

Sehun howled. “Baekhyun, Baekhyun, Baekhyun. I know lots of people who would kneel for someone like you.”

“People?”

“Women… and men.”

Baekhyun’s face was in utter disgust. “What the fuck?”

“You’re not glad to hear that? It’s a huge compliment.” He pulled his Juuls that he was holding to his mouth and inhaled a deep smoke. He offered the tiny, sleek e-cigarette to Baekhyun if he wanted a smoke but Baekhyun declined as Sehun puffed the smoke out of his mouth and hose. It smelled fruity. “You don’t want it? It keeps your head straight with all these booze.”

Sure, Baekhyun’s head was all over the place but he didn’t feel he needed the smoke.

Sehun then smirked at Baekhyun, “That face you’re wearing is certainly not the face you had when I was inside you.”

Baekhyun’s face went blank. How should he feel about that?

Sehun stood up from his seat, he didn’t seem he had a lot of drinks as he still could stand straight and button his suit. He then told Baekhyun, “Come with me.”

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