#fwb! baekhyun

[baekhyunsbestie]

omg lisaaa thots on fwb!baek pls!!!!!

omgggggg fwb!baek is a fave of mine for sure 😭😭😭😭

i picture it starts with that effortless connection. the kind of friendship that feels like it’s always been, easy and natural, like breathing in sync. but then, almost without notice, the boundaries begin to soften. your thighs brush against each other on the couch, not out of necessity, but because neither of you pulls away, the space between you shrinking as if it was destined to. his hands? they find their way to your waist more often, casual touches that feel like muscle memory, as though they’ve always known where to rest. and your fingers? they slip into his hair, curling at the nape, absently tracing the strands, as if they’ve always belonged there. when your friends tease him about it, he just laughs it off, shrugging it off as being simply touchy people—maybe a little more so with each other—because, after all, you’re best friends. it feels so natural, like it’s been this way from the very start.

anyway, baekhyun isn’t the best at understanding his own feelings. he can’t quite grasp why his stomach flips when your laughter echoes in the room, or why his skin seems to hum with warmth when he catches sight of you bending over, unaware of the weight of his gaze.

it’s all foreign to him, this pull between you. he doesn’t know how to name it, doesn’t know what to do with the way you’ve slowly, quietly woven yourself into the very fabric of his life.

but it's when his lips meet yours for the first time that the weight of everything hits him like a tidal wave. he's in love with you. he realizes he's been falling for you, maybe since the very beginning, with every shared laugh, every lingering glance, every moment that felt like it was just yours and his.

and when he sinks into the tight, heat of you just minutes later, the truth brands itself into him with searing clarity: he's absolutely, irreversibly fucked.

not that he even cares.

not one bit.

and when he’s buried deep inside you, your sweet, breathless moans filling the air, every sensation becomes a drug. the way your soft lips and delicate fingers trail over his skin, the tight embrace of your legs locked around his waist, and the way your warm, gummy walls squeeze and milk around his thick cock—it’s utterly overwhelming. it’s pure, unfiltered fucking euphoria. nothing he’s ever known even brushes the edges of this feeling, and he’s drowning in it, utterly helpless. pussydrunk doesn’t begin to cover it; he’s utterly consumed by you, intoxicated in a way that no amount of logic or reason could pull him from. if this is all you’ll ever let him have—just fleeting moments as fwb—he’ll take it, no questions asked. as long as he can lose himself between your thighs, as long as you’ll let him worship you like this, nothing else in the world could ever matter.

god, he's pathetic.

he can't tell you all of this, though. he shouldn't. it'd make everything messy, complicated—maybe even unbearable. he can't risk losing you, his best friend, the person who anchors him in ways no one else ever has. so instead, he pours every unspoken word, every forbidden emotion, into the way he touches you, the way he fucks you. he shows you he loves you like he's meant to, like his body was designed to fit yours and yours his.

he knows you might not feel the same, might not see him the way he sees you. and yet, it doesn’t matter—not right now. as long as he gets to love you like this, even in silence, even without promises, it’s enough.

your feelings will catch up to his eventually... won’t they? they have to.

they just have to.

[hannieween]

ladies' night | wicked games series | k.mg

Kim Mingyu came into your life at a time when you needed a friend the most. And that he was: a friend that you could confide in and laugh together, share your secrets with and perhaps, share a burden that was too similar to his.

☆ pairings: kim mingyu x female reader ☆ genre: angst, smut [18+] ☆ aus: bartender mingyu, friends to rebound fucking, fwb to lovers (attempt at a slow burn) ☆ word count: 16k

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›🎧: rebound – woodz | mood – dpr ian | healing killing – tabber | whiskey – jay b | i can't read your mind – meloh | restless – bibi | pretty girl – highvyn, estée | night – keshi | get up – new jeans | cigarette – onoffon, tablo, miso | feeling lucky – bibi | underwater – red velvet | sabotage – hyejin | drown – baekhyun

› warnings under the cut

☆ warnings: alcohol consumption, smut with plot, sub mingyu, soft dom reader, pussy drunk mingyu, manhandling, mingyu is low key a simp, reader is so down bad for him it is embarrassing, reader is on birth control, both mingyu and reader are lowkey toxic, size kink, big dick mingyu, use of sex toys, squirting, masturbation, foul language, dirty talking, lots of making out, reader has a bit of difficulty reaching her high, a bit of dry humping, oral sex (f. receiving), body worshipping, cowgirl, edging, unprotected p in v sex, creampies, aftercare. pet names: baby, shorty, pretty, (hers)

☆ acknowledgements: first things first! big thanks to @nonuify who suggested the title for the series! thanks to @onlymingyus who suggested a cute pet name for reader (that is, sugar which will come in the future), @miniseokminnies, @bitchlessdino and @wonustars for helping brainstorming for ideas hehe ty ty 🩵

also thanks to vee and @wooahaeproductions who helped me proofread this 🩵

☆ author's note: helloooooo! welcome to the hannieverse! where every single fic i've written is connected somehow! this series is closely connected to heartbreaker. though i don't think it is necessary to read that one in order to read this one here, but if you haven't read that one yet, be my guest hehe

☆ author's note 2: we have another reader self-insert!! i wish i could start self-inserting the things that are actually nice about my life... and not angst, bad sleeping habits and heartbreak (┬┬﹏┬┬) anyway, i hope you all enjoy this one

☆ disclaimer: minors DO NOT INTERACT. this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please or i will block you.

ladies' night

Lately, work had become your second home.

Not by choice, no. It was a thing that you forced into your life to keep yourself busy. Running a business was not easy, but you had reached a point in your life where you no longer needed to work 16 hours a day. Now, you felt like you needed to be working all day long. Or else, you would go insane.

Routine. You swore by it. Wake up, get ready, go to work, traffic, clock off, more traffic, come back home, sleep, repeat.

You could make time for yourself. But there was nothing else to dedicate your time to.

Coming back to a half-packed apartment was quite discouraging. Boxes piled up. The furniture you worked so hard to buy, gone, sold. You did not even bother to turn on the light, you had memorized your way through the maze of cardboard boxes.

Maybe I should get a dog.

The keys hanging from your fingers jingled as you reached your bedroom, tossing them on the nightstand to begin undressing yourself and getting ready to sleep.

There was a row of neatly folded clothes occupying one side of the bed, clothes that were ready to be packed away. Or donated. Whatever you wanted to do the following day.

You finished peeling off the last piece of clothing from your body, neatly disposing of it in the hamper, and dragged yourself to do your nightly skincare routine.

The biggest, and probably recurring challenge you had to get through was going to sleep. You faced your bed, half covered by small towers of folded clothes making you feel a deafening agony that you could not get rid of.

You set your phone on the side table before commanding yourself to sit on the bed, your back to the piles of clothes. You had to purposefully ignore your phone before going to bed if you wanted to get an interrupted sleep.

Lying on your pillow, you stared at the ceiling, your arms sticking to your torso, fingers curled on the bedcovers. The part you dreaded the most.

You closed your eyes, avoiding every thought completely. It was a difficult feat, it was impossible.

Slowly, and tentatively, you slid a hand beneath the bed sheets, reaching out to your side, feeling the weight of the piles of clothes pressing down on your arm. The side of the bed would remain empty, and you never dared to sleep on that side.

The side where your former partner used to sleep.

A part of you itched to grab your phone. What was the point, you concluded, retreating your hand and sticking it to your body again. There was no point in trying to reimagine a life in which you had not asked your ex to leave. There was no point in wanting someone that left you feeling so empty.

Maybe I should sell the bed too.

You stared at the ceiling once again, your gaze outlining the four margins of the bedroom. Whenever the night got bad, you would do this, over and over, until everything faded to black Until you fell asleep.

You woke up before your alarm went off.

It took you some moments to realize that you did not have to go to work that day. A heavy reluctance fell upon you, making it harder to drag yourself out of the bed you were planning to sell the night before.

You brushed the thought off. Okay.

You were okay. You were going to be even better.

The morning was bleak, the pale light making you squint your eyes as soon as you drew the blinds up. But you started working at once. The first task was putting the clothes in boxes, emptying space on the bed.

You wasted no time, removing the covers and the bed sheets without much thought. You did not want to think that even though you washed the pillowcases, you could still smell your ex's cologne in them. You did not want to think back to the time you bought the bed sheets with him when you moved in together.

It was too late.

Crushed, you closed the moving boxes, moving them into neat piles. The silence was nearly deafening.

You sat on the bed and waited.

The doorbell rang. People came in and stuffed a van full of all of the boxes and the bed. When it was time to go, you took one look at the place you swore you would live with the love of your life for a long while and closed the door behind you.

Three months later.

Your old routine started to tear you down. A silent killer, slowly destroying bits and pieces of your already fragile state. You were too slow or too ignorant to see it, but in protecting your precious routine, you were destroying yourself.

First, it was your sleep. Then, it was your closest friendships. Then, you could no longer pay attention at work. You were tired, and alone.

Enough is enough, you told yourself sternly.

You decided to do new things. Explore a bit more, distract yourself, pamper yourself. Watch a new show someone recommended to you ages ago, or actually read one of the books you bought and forgot.

Living in a new part of town should not be this challenging.

You knew every single corner of the neighborhood, yet you knew no one. And living in a city so vast and so populated demanded you to do activities in the company of someone.

Part of running your own business meant that you could manage your own time. That you did, shaving some hours off of your heavy and self-inflicted work schedule and taking some time for yourself.

The first thing you did was go shopping since it could be one activity you could do by yourself. And it was distracting. You went back home, and read that book.

Maybe I could put on this show while I unpack.

Some things were still kept in boxes from when you moved into the new apartment. Mainly those with stuff you did not require immediately. Clutter. Mostly bought by you to make your other apartment feel more lived in.

Time went by and you finished watching that show. You finished reading through the pile of books you got ages ago. You bought new clothes, and got rid of those that once occupied your ex's side of the bed.

You were slowly becoming someone else.

Waking up to a new reality happens in an instant. In the middle of the day. In the middle of traffic. It is realizing that in the past you is no longer present, and you need to become someone else to fit into that reality.

At least, that was how it felt.

The red light turned green, and you pushed yourself through the traffic slowly. Maybe I should sell the car. You turned left, driving past the badly lit gym that stood on the corner, its uninviting neon purple and red lights outside.

Abruptly, you pulled up. Grabbing your purse, getting out of your car and meekly pushed open the door to the place. The myriads of different noises startled you at first. The very loud speakers mounted on every corner, the clanking of the heavy weights hitting the floor, planks hitting each other, and the occasional loud grunting of men.

The person wearing the staff uniform greeted you. The young man, though seemingly your age, looked at you up and down with bright doe eyes.

“Hi,” he nodded politely, showing you a smile adorned by a couple of ring piercings. “Welcome! How can I help you?”

The question seemed to drive a dry joke in your mind, but you paid no attention to it. “I want to register.”

His expression broke in a downturned smile, almost as if this were a quick reflex of his. You realized then, you were being quite dry.

“Please,” you added two seconds later.

“Sure,” he smiled, recovering from the awkward exchange without issue. “Follow me.”

The gym was packed, it got hotter the more you entered the place. The guy wearing the staff uniform appeared to be quite the popular person around, waving at gym goers left and right with great attitude.

You thought of mentioning it but, you just kept walking behind him to an office room secluded in one of the corners. He turned on the light and went around the small desk, sitting down on the battered office chair with a heavy sigh.

“Okay, first things first,” he turned on the chair to one side, showing you with his hand to a table pushed to the corner of the office, an old coffee maker huffed as it finished brewing. “Coffee?”

You looked at the coffee machine, and then to him. An eyebrow lifted.

“It's Thursday,” he shrugged. “We serve coffee every Thursday.”

You huffed, a small smile appearing on your face. “And on Fridays?”

“Ah! Do not get ahead of yourself. Maybe we can find that out tomorrow, miss...?” he pushed his eyebrows up, pulled one pen from the pencil case, and clicked it on, ready to fill out a form.

You fought the urge to laugh in his face, the awkwardness from the whole situation making your tummy feel uneasy.

You sat down on the chair, robbing the pen from his tattooed fingers. His doe eyes snapped open in surprise when you pulled the form from under his hand and started filling it out.

“Tell me prices,” you muttered, eyes focused on filling out the form, so you did not get the chance to see him smile when he let out a small breath.

“Well, that didn't go to plan,” he whispered to himself, seemingly.

Cute.

“Has it ever?”

You darted a look at him through your lashes. The guy had his eyes slightly widened, probably not expecting you to strike up a conversation of this type.

“Uh, well, yeah, but,” he stammered, like a deer in the headlights. “Only when I don’t mean it to,” he smiled sheepishly, bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“Well, then, I suppose that you can give me your name so I can give you mine,” you offered, though amicably. You finished writing on the form, putting the pen down.

“Jungkook,” he nodded his head politely. “Jeon Jungkook, miss.”

You smiled at him and told him your name, pushing the form to him on the desk.

Jungkook read the details you penned on the form intently, his lips softly mouthing each word, and then he turned to the old computer sitting on one side of the desk. But then, he shook his head swiftly. “Shit, yeah. Right,” he hissed. “Prices,” he turned to you.

“You know what,” you blurted, heartbeat racing when you pulled out your card from your purse. “Just sign me up.”

“Okay,” he nodded once again, his smile growing into a more content one, leaving the shyness behind. “Welcome to Casa Pump House,” he announced proudly.

His whole face had lit up, even his eyes seemed to glimmer under the pale overhead lights. The pause that followed told you that he was expecting you to match his energy, to smile, to say something.

A stiff smile stretched the features of your face, you nodded back at him. “Thank you,” you said. However, what he did not know was that the last thing you wanted to get out of your registration to the gym was working out.

You just needed another distraction.

The man stood up at the same time you did. “Let me show you around,” he said, demeanor completely changed. He seemed nervous now.

“Oh, is it okay if we leave that for tomorrow?” you asked, suddenly feeling out of place in your work clothes.

His mouth hung open for a brief moment. “Sure,” he replied. “Of course. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” you echoed, walking out of his office promptly. “Thank you, Jeon!”

You rushed through the rows of all types of machines. The noise from the heavyweights clashing together, the loud music coming from the overhead speakers, and the noises coming from men, exhaling, grunting, and such had you taking a deep breath when you came out of the place.

The night was cold, slightly damp from the mid-summer breeze. It was a stark difference from the humidity inside Casa Pump House.

You snorted. I should learn to ignore my impulsive thoughts.

You found your car, unlocking the doors. But a flashing thought overwhelmed you even more: having to sit through yet another thirty minutes of traffic, alone with your thoughts.

Turning your back from your car, you locked the doors once again, walking down the street. It could be a Thursday night when your usual would be heading home and sleeping. But the city was very much coming alive with nightlife activities.

People were walking close together, laughing, chatting, or looking at their phones. All of them had somewhere to go, somewhere they were being waited for.

Two girls holding hands walked past you, they were giggling, talking about some innocuous thing, but it caught your attention, they were pretty and looked happy.

They stopped in front of an establishment that was clearly a bar. Namely The Spot, in big neon red letters and pushed inside the place, which was booming with loud music, and the buzzing from the people crowding the place.

Once again, you sighed.

Impulsivities.

You were not exactly a drinker. But as soon as you crossed the door, you realized that the place was the answer to your every prayer. Well, no. Not quite. But close.

The place was dark, only lit by neon signs and low-hanging lamps. A cacophony of various things filled your ears: the sound of music, paired with the chattering of the crowd, the billiards in the distance clashing with everything too.

The good part was that no one paid attention to you. You quietly and inconspicuously slid on one of the high-top chairs at the lacquered bar, being approached by a girl a second later to take your order.

“Can I have a coke, please?” raising your voice over the loud speakers made your heartbeat race. You rarely ever did such a thing lately, it felt weird to do something like that again.

The girl nodded and in seconds, she slid the can of coke and a glass with ice in it in front of you.

You were glad that you were not met with concern when you ordered a coke at a bar. But then you realized that no one cared.

The place was packed with mostly women, you realized as you familiarized yourself with its adorned walls and black and white checkered floors. The bar top held a chalkboard that explained it in neat handwriting: ladies' night, buy one get one free.

“Does it apply for non-alcoholic drinks too?” you asked the girl tending the bar.

She shook her head no. “But this one is on me,” she winked at you in a friendly way, when you sent her a questioning look, she just shrugged: “You look like you need it.”

Then the girl turned and continued working, tending to other orders in the bar quite skillfully. You wondered if you announced your sadness just by walking into the place, and people noticed. Or was it that being alone in a ladies' night instantly meant that you were going through a rough time?

You need new friends.

When you broke up with your ex, you hid from the world that revolved around you as a couple. The friends you shared, the places you used to go with him, the activities you liked doing with him… It all got shoved into a drawer at the back of your mind.

So now, you felt like coming back to life. Essentially, you were finding yourself after the pain of a heartbreak. The reason behind all your most recent life's decisions.

You would never go to bars alone, for instance.

Not that you did not enjoy a drink. You did. Though during the time with your ex-partner, it was a true rarity for you to go out and drink.

So being in a bar, on a Thursday was something you had not done in years.

It was quite overwhelming. The buzzing noise, the loud music, the clanking of glass and billiards, the booming laughter and chattering...

The mood was low, dimly lit in red neon lights, the noise seemed to die down upon laying eyes on the tall man going behind the bar, passing in front of you and blocking the sight of the huge neon red sign that read, HEARTBREAKER. The contrasting light against his tall frame made him alluring, you could not help but stare.

However, your trance was cut short. He might have sensed your eyes glued to him because his zeroed on your face, unsuspecting at first. You realized instead, you know this man, the thought fell heavily in your mind, settling in the pit of your tummy.

The dark eyes glinted with recognition, the corner of his lips rising to uncover the predominant fangs as he smiled politely at you.

Kim Mingyu took one step towards the spot you were sitting in, the smile fading at once as you jumped from your stool, swiftly slipping through the door and out of the bar altogether.

Once out, you released a puffy breath. Did you just run away from Kim Mingyu?

“But did he recognize you?” your best friend from college, Mona, asked. She toyed with the tail of a cherry, dragging it on the foamy surface of her pina colada.

“I don’t know,” you squished your cheek on your palm as you propped your elbow on the table. “I didn’t stick around to find out. I don’t think he did, though.”

“Are you sure about that?” she mused.

“I’ve changed a lot, Mona,” you explained, though pointlessly since your best friend already knew what you meant. “I’m not the same kid I was when I was seventeen.”

“True. So why did you run?” she asked, blowing a puffy air up her fringe to keep it off her long eyelashes.

“It was some sort of impulse,” you tried to explain but the truth was, you did not even know the answer to that question. Hence why you resorted to call in for a meeting with the person that knew you the most.

Though it was not a meeting. You had already set a date for you to meet with your best friend long before you found out that Kim Mingyu worked at the bar around the corner of your apartment.

It had been long since you saw your best friend, partly because you kept coming up with excuses to not meet with her.

“I think,” he started, now popping the cherry in her mouth. “That you have been so buried in your own shit that you’ve started to forget how to socialize.”

You coughed up a chuckle. “Right,” you said dismissively. “And what is your recommendation, doc?”

“You should return to the bar,” she shrugged. “You have been hiding for too long. It’s time you go out more, meet new people.”

Her dark eyes bore into your face. You could feel your own pulse in your tummy. “I know,” you confessed with a strangled tone. “I’ve gotten better. I no longer think about him, you know?”

This was the reason why you had been dodging your best friend’s calls. Or cancelling plans at the last minute. This conversation was one you had been putting off for far to long but could no longer keep inside you.

“Good,” she sighed with relief, her heart-shaped face lit up with a kindness that warmed you up. “And how do you feel?”

“I feel… I used to feel angry. At him. For failing his promise to me,” you pursed your lips, swallowing hard as your voice dropped. “But now I just feel like I’m letting it go. I think that things had to happen like that for a reason.”

“He did you a kindness,” she nodded with a wise expression on her face.

You huffed. Kindness is not the word you would use. In fact, you could not come up with words to use to describe what he did to you.

“Seriously,” she insisted, straightening on her seat. “Imagine you got married! Then you would have been a loser’s wife!”

That elicited a genuine chuckle out of you. “True.”

“Not only that, but you would’ve also gotten divorced. Or who knows. But he spared you the pity of being married to him, divorcing him, or having children with his sorry ass.”

You pondered over her words for a second. Mona was there for you when you broke up with your ex. She was the first person to know the news, dropped everything to be at your doorstep within the hour of that happening.

You were grateful for Mona in more ways than one. She gave you space to grieve when you needed it. You did not even have to say it.

“So, are you going back to that bar some time soon?” she pried, leaving the tail of the cherry on her napkin, a knot neatly tied in the middle.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I chickened out. I think he did see me, and I don’t want to leave that impression.”

“Do you need back up?” she threw you a cheeky look.

Oh, she knows.

“No, I think I got it,” you reassured. “I’ll just pop in, say hi and that’s it.”

Sundays were the worst for you.

The bustling noise from the bar drowned out the heavy thumping of your heart. Keeping your head down, your eyes darted forth and then down to the glass you kept twirling with your fingers on top of the lacquered, pristine bar top.

Kim Mingyu was busy that night. Prancing side to side behind the bar, a white dishcloth resting on his shoulder. He went to pick up a new order, yanking it from the small printer and pretending to read it.

His chocolate brown eyes lifted, locking on you. With a nervous jolt in your chest, you looked at your hands again, grabbing your phone to hopefully distract yourself from the awkward but swift exchange.

“I know you.”

You drew in a breath, jolting so hard that somehow your hands pushed your drink, making some of it spill on the polished surface. “God,” you exhaled in both embarrassment and surprise.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kim Mingyu blurted, grabbing the cloth from this shoulder and pressing it on the spilled drink. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you like that.”

“No, it’s okay,” you blurted, equally nervous as him. “You caught me off guard.”

“You know what they say,” he said, pressing his lips into a smile and discarding the cloth elsewhere, setting the palms of his hands on the edge of the bar top. “People with naughty thoughts in their heads get scared easily.”

“Nobody says that,” you raised your eyes from his hands to meet his face, his smile had grown, showing now the beautiful fangs that crowned it.

“I'm pretty sure I’ve heard it before somewhere,” he tilted his head to one side.

“Or maybe you just made it up,” you arched one eyebrow.

“Maybe,” he conceded, biting his lower lip to try and hide his shy smile.

A wave of warm embarrassment washed over your face, but you found yourself smiling at the man. “It’s been a long time.”

“So you do remember me.”

“Of course I do,” you replied with a meek smile burning your cheeks.

“Then why didn't you just say hi?” he replied with some faux indignation, pursing his lips into a pout. “I thought you hadn’t recognized me and that’s why you freaked out and left.”

“You didn't say hi either,” you shrugged, shaking your head lightly when you realized it was a bad excuse. “And it hasn’t been that many years, Mingyu,” you giggled. “Of course I remember you.”

The low chuckle that came from him ignited many memories from the past. “Really? Haven’t I changed? Not even a little?”

You rolled your eyes. The very last memories you had from Kim Mingyu were when you were still in high school. Even after many years, he kept the kind smile and bright eyes, the dark long hair. The only different thing about him was that he looked huge now.

He crossed his arms, waiting patiently for your answer. It was funny to you that even when his biceps bulged beneath his black t-shirt impressively, the starry eyes brought that boyish charm he has always had.

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head slowly. “Still the same.”

“But you have changed,” he remarked, nodding his head once. You blinked at him dumbly, so he just added: “Your hair is longer. Braces are gone.”

You let out a chuckle, enjoying how the features of his face went lax at the sound of your laughter, much as if he were holding in a breath until the moment that he made you laugh.

“Spot on,” you mumbled awkwardly, grabbing your empty glass.

It was totally the opposite, though. You feel like you had lost half of your younger self when you entered your twenties. The baby fat from your face was long gone, your skin was leagues better after the brutal hormonal changes. And your body of course was not the same… there were some improvements.

“Sorry, let me refill that for you,” he quickly got to work, pulling out a new glass, filling it back up, and with one move, he slipped it into your hand. “One whisky sour.”

“Thanks,” you pressed your lips in a shy smile.

You watched as he parted his lips, pausing for a second before speaking out, until another voice, a powerful one, boomed from across the bar.

“Kim Mingyu! Get to work!”

He straightened up as if mentally being whipped by the firmness of the command. The man who called was leaning back against a pool table, arms crossed on his chest. But instead of wearing a frown on his face, there was a broad smile in it.

“Ah! Shit, I’m sorry,” he replied in a nervous stammer, wincing when the man handling the bar alongside him slapped him on one shoulder.

“Focus, Min,” the guy who slapped him playfully smiled in a mischievous way, directing a swift glance at you and pursed his lips to keep himself from smiling any wider.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he repeated, shooting an annoyed look at the guy and rolled his eyes at him. “I thought you had it for a minute.”

“Yeah, I did,” he shrugged. “But you don’t get paid to flirt. Plus, boss is watching,” the man pressed his lips into a sly smile.

“I’m not flirting–hyung,” Mingyu widened his eyes, gritting: “She is a friend.”

“Hi,” you raised one hand at the pair of bartenders, waving at them. “I’m a friend.”

“Oops, I’m sorry,” the tall man adjusted the watch sitting on his wrist before waving back at you. “Jeon Wonwoo. Also a friend.”

“Flatmate,” Mingyu gibed with faux dismissal.

 “So I’m not your friend anymore?” Wonwoo clicked his tongue, raising his eyebrows. “Good luck with flirting again on the clock without having boss complaining.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” Mingyu whined, grabbing the upcoming order expelled by the little printer behind him.

“Since I’ve been downgraded to just being a flatmate, I’m going to take a break,” he announced with an overly dramatic tone of indignation.

Mingyu’s jaw dropped in a sign of it being unjust. “Hyung!”

“I trust you can handle the bar on your own?” Wonwoo said, undoing the knot tying his waist apron that was previously wrapping him from the waist and left through the back door.

“Tsk,” Mingyu huffed, but then, despite his situation, he smiled widely. “I’m sorry about that,” he offered you a kind look. “He’s just teasing me. Please don’t mind him.”

“It seems like all of your co-workers like teasing you,” you pointed meekly, darting a look towards the other two people standing over the end of the bar.

Mingyu shot a look back, finding the girl that had welcomed you some nights ago, standing beside a tall man of pale blond hair. Both exchanged a smile, looking giddy.

“Tsk, aah,” Mingyu shook his head, and the couple laughed. “Don’t mind them,” he pleaded, resuming to focus back on his work, though part of you assumed that he was too embarrassed to face you.

So, you watched as he busied himself taking orders, handing them out to the pretty girl tending the tables. You continued sipping on your drink, distractedly looking at your phone and sending him glances, noticing that he too was looking at you. Every now and then, he would just shake his head at her in disapproval, which she ignored with a wide smile on her face.

Whenever he tried to stop in front of you to chat, he would be quickly swept away by a new order, or someone would call his name, and he would excuse himself with a quiet apology and a shy smile.

Later, the man that introduced himself to you as Jeon Wonwoo returned to the bar, slapping Mingyu on the shoulder to draw his attention. They exchanged some words, Mingyu looked aback for a second and the other pouted, mouthing: “I don’t know,” and shrugging with ease.

“Hey,” Mingyu came to you after thanking his friend. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Eh?” you tilted your head to one side, the question making your stomach drop.

“So we can catch up,” Mingyu let out a sweet giggle, realizing how his question sounded. “I’m getting kicked out for the night.”

Your eyes widened in bewilderment. “Oh, Mingyu, I’m sorry, that is not what–,”

“Relax,” he sighed. “My flatmate is covering me. He owed me one.”

“Oh,” you blurted. In that case…

“It’s been a while.”

Mingyu hummed thoughtfully, casting a look at the night sky. “Uh, eleven–ten, ten years?” he calculated.

You were exiting the bar, walking down the side of the street after you told him you were just gearing up to head home already, and he kindly offered to walk you home. “Yep. Ten years.”

“Wow,” he sighed. “We’re getting old.”

You braced yourself for one of those talks. As you entered the second half of your twenties, things got a little awkward for you. Once you would think they were stuff of fiction, something you would only see in romantic comedies or in tv shows: characters see the people surrounding their lives getting married, going on dates, honeymoons, having children while they remain a perpetual loner.

Now, you could not relate to that more.

But Mingyu was a person who did not care for those things. Even when you were both seventeen. He did not care for material things, or superficial things.

“Yeah. A little.”

You drew in a breath through your nose. The night was cold, and you could tell in the summer’s breeze that it would rain later. 

“I saw that you went in that fancy college,” he mentioned and then laughed. “And then you disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“Yeaaah,” you mumbled awkwardly. “I sort off eliminated all of my social media,” you frowned, remembering the reason why you had done that.

“I get it, it’s exhausting,” he shrugged.

“Did you go into that fancy college?” you returned, remembering Mingyu in those days in which he used to talk about the future, whenever you went out with your friend group. You remembered thinking that he had a bright future ahead of him whenever he would talk about studying mechanical engineering.

“Nah,” he clicked his tongue. “I quit those plans once I started working and making money. So, I’m not a mechanical engineer,” he let out a lazy giggle.

“Mmn,” you nodded. “Yeah, that happens. I’m not a graphic designer.”

“Why?” he frowned. “That’s all you talked about with your friends!”

You looked at him, perplexed to know that Kim Mingyu ever paid attention to you. Within your friend group, you were the least he had in common with. So even when you crossed paths, you never talked to each other aside from small friendly stuff.

“I started working as a translator… Started making money,” you sent him a knowing look.

“Yeah, I get it,” he chuckled. “But do you enjoy it at least?”

“Of course,” you smiled, though you could not ignore the way that your heartbeat faltered. “I work independently, though I do rent an office not far from here actually…” you said, pointing to the street where you were about to turn.

“Nice! I live in the area too, so maybe we’ll run into each other one day,” he mentioned.

“It’s nice to know I have a friendly neighbor,” you smiled. “I just moved here.”

“Oh, then let me show you around some day!” his eyes lit up. “There are a ton of places you probably don’t know of, like the bakery on the next alley, or the coffee shop right next to it, they serve really good breakfasts.”

“That would be nice,” you grinned.

Mingyu showed you a toothy grin, pausing in his step so you could catch up to him since he moved faster than you.

“Hey, about what happened back at the bar,” he motioned a finger to the bar. “I’m sorry about that. My friends can be a bit of dickheads.”

“No, it’s alright, I get it,” you shrugged. “A bit of in-work bantering can lighten up the shift sometimes,” you put simply.

“That and the fact that they have been teasing me for a while now. They try hard to distract me,” he rolled his eyes. But realizing how he came off, he added. “I had a nasty breakup not too long ago. It’s like they think I’m going to break soon. It’s annoying.”

“Can I ask how it happened?” you wondered, feeling your heartbeat falter when you finish uttering the words to a question that perhaps, might be too daring.

Kim Mingyu dug his hands in the pockets of his black denim jeans, sucking in a breath between his teeth. He pushed his shoulders up, that was when you noticed that the chill in the summer air was finally starting the get to him.

“She got into a new job,” he started, his eyes set far ahead on the way in front of you. “At the beginning, I thought that she was just happy from getting her big job. But then, she started saying things.”

As you walked beside him, you tried to keep your eyes trained on the tall man, but then he blinked rapidly, dropping his puppy eyes to his feet.

“She'd say things about my job,” he swallowed hard, and you could almost feel the pain he felt upon remembering. “I thought nothing of it at first, thought she was encouraging me to get a job with higher pay but...”

You nodded, and he sent you a glance in understanding. He did not need to say more about it, and he probably did not want to repeat the hurtful comments.

“And then,” he continued, and his tone dropped: “She started talking about her boss.”

He shook his head silently and exhaled through his nose, lifting his gaze up to the night sky.

“Time passed and the comments got meaner, she started ghosting me and I thought of breaking things off,” he swallowed hard once again, as if trying to mask his pain with it. “I got a call one day from a friend, telling me they saw her entering a restaurant with another man,” you saw him turn his hands into fists inside his pockets. “I guess she forgot that I had the day off that day, so she never thought I'd be waiting for her outside her apartment.”

“Did she...” you blurted out, your heart palpitating in your ears. You braced yourself to hear it, because you knew from before that his pain and yours were too alike.

“Yeah,” he croaked, blinking for a long second. “For weeks.”

“God, I’m so sorry,” you covered your mouth with one hand. “I'm sorry, Mingyu.”

“I'm alright,” he shrugged once more, nodding as if to himself. “I think I'm grateful for her mean attitude towards me because in a way she softened the blow, but it still hurts.”

“I know,” you conceded. “It isn’t easy.”

However, you were raging inside. Some nights, the worst ones, you wonder what you did wrong to deserve everything that your ex did to you. The broken promises, the lies, the ghosting, your trust being brutally shattered.

“The worst thing is the shame,” he sent a glance at you, dragging his foot on the concrete to kick one rock that stood in the way of the park.

You nodded in silence.

“I never told my friends,” he confessed, his eyes were outlining the tree branches. “When it happened, I just told them that she was the one who broke up with me... I've never told them the truth.”

“You are not obligated to,” you muttered, a cold shudder added to your already chilled body making you pause.

“I just couldn't do it,” he muttered. “And the reason isn’t to protect her image, though at the beginning I thought it was… I just don’t want to the pity.”

You crossed your arms close to your chest. “And how are you now?”

“I’m okay,” he said with a reassuring tone. “I like to think that I’ve let it go already.”

Something made your tummy twist. You were familiar with the feeling, but decided not to mention it, since you felt that your past with your ex was no longer relevant.

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu said.

You frowned at him. “What for?”

“For dumping all of this on you, I shouldn’t have done that.”

You realized that as you walked down the park, that you had remained quiet, and perhaps Mingyu mistook your silence for something other than you just pondering about how familiar his situation was to yours.

“Oh, please no, don’t worry, Mingyu,” you showed him a kind smile.

“I don’t want to bother you with that. I just…” he scratched his neck absentmindedly. “I had never talked about this with anyone, and the words just flew out of my mind, you know?”

You nodded; you knew that all too well. “It’s okay, Gyu,” you insisted. “I’m not bothered. I don’t think it’s wrong to talk about that. After all, it is part of you, and I asked because I was curious.”

Mingyu looked at you for a long second. “I appreciate that,” he kissed his own lower lip, nodding in gratitude. “Thanks for hearing me out.”

“Hey, it’s nothing. You’re walking me home, so consider us even,” you pointed.

“You owe me nothing for that,” he pouted slightly, pausing his step in the middle of the basketball court you both were crossing to get to the other side of the neighborhood.

“I’m just saying,” you shrugged. “Since you were kind to me, I guess what I can do is listen to your woes,” you added playfully.

“My woes,” he grinned, clicking his tongue. “Really? You’re a tease,” he insisted, his eyes spotting something on the far corner of the court.

He sprinted towards the forgotten ball, grabbing it with one hand and started to bounce it as he walked back to you.

“Remember when we used to do this?” he asked, standing outside the box and turned to look at you, raising his arms with the ball ready on one hand.

Your tummy fluttered at his words. “Course I do, Gyu. It wasn’t that long ago,” you pointed.

He referred to the times when you used to go out in your friend group, you would go to stroll and have picnic nights with booze right next to the river, and then you would go to the park to watch the boys play basketball.

“I feel like seventeen happened forever ago,” he sighed, confidently throwing the ball which dodged the hoop quite miserably.

You snorted.

Mingyu shot a sullen look at you. “D’you think you can do better than me?” he challenged, but a shy smile drew on his face.

“Oh, most definitely,” you chuckled, but caught the ball with your hands when he passed it to you.

“Right, show me,” he nodded to the hoop.

You grinned, getting ready to shoot your shot. “What do I get if it goes in?”

Mingyu blinked. “You get,” he paused to think. “A round of applause.”

“What?” you gasped.

“A chocolate bar,” he giggled but when you did not reply, he said: “And if you don’t, you’ll get a forehead flick.”

“What, why?” you asked with a faux scandalized tone. “You didn’t get a forehead flick, why should I?”

The giggled that bubbled in his mouth was high and cute at the same time. “Those are the rules.”

“Your rules suck,” you huffed, and finally threw the ball.

It of course, did not go even near the hoop. Mingyu laughed the second that the trajectory of the ball dived before it even went close to the hoop, the sound was so contagious you found yourself resisting to laugh.

“Rules are rules,” he said, locking his middle finger with the pad of his thumb, forming a circle with his joined fingers.

“No, wait—Mingyu!” you squealed then the tip of his middle finger clashed with your forehead, flicking you swiftly. Pain flashed across your skin, but it quickly dissipated, leaving a tingle behind.

“Those were the rules, you agreed!” he giggled again, dodging your hand as you tried to push his shoulders.

“Then you should get one too,” you struggled to keep up with him, every single one of the fists you threw at him dodged quite effortlessly.

“The rules were settled after I threw,” he let out a small squeal when one of your fists nearly collided with his shoulder, but he was still quicker than you.

“Come here you-,” you gasped, your body was neatly trapped in his arms.

Your gaze shot up to find his, overwhelmed by the very pressure of his skin against yours.

“Stay put,” he panted. The tips of his ears were painted red, his eyes had lit up. The smile he wore on his face was just as overwhelming as feeling his big arms surrounding you.

But you sneaked a hand between your bodies, flicking off his forehead with a triumphant smile. “Dummy,” you whispered, a giggle bubbling in your chest. Joy bloomed inside you, warming up your face.

He lifted a hand to rub his forehead, letting you go. “Ack, but you played dirty!” he complained, holding the pads of his fingers to his forehead.

“No, I didn’t, you did,” you remarked, looking at him as he gave you a lazy smile.

“So that’s how it’s going to be,” he kissed his teeth. “I’ll get my revenge on you.”

“Oooh, I’m so scared,” you lifted your hands, flickering them in a scared motion. 

The sky rumbled above you. Mingyu looked up and you followed. “We should get going,” he said.

As you left the park, you made your way along the sidewalk where your building was located. Then a hand came to your waist, gently prompting you to walk along the side of the buildings instead of along the edge of the sidewalk.

The touch was minimal, fleeting. But your mouth went dry, searching his face for any sign that he knew what he had done to you with such an insignificant gesture.

Your heart stammered against your chest, quite uncontrollably, it made it hard for you to breathe properly. You raised your head when you got to your building. “We’re here,” you stepped in the first step of the stairs that led to the door of the building, pausing to look back at his face. “Thank you, Min.”

The smile that drew on his face knocked the air out of your lungs. “You are welcomed,” he said, emphasizing each word adorably.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you,” you muttered awkwardly, hating that he had flustered you with so little and had no idea about it.

“Oh, yes,” he swiftly fished his phone from the pocket of his jeans. “We should exchange numbers, in case there is anything you need.”

You sighed shortly through your nose, a thing he did not notice. “Sure,” you said, pulling out your phone and gave him your number.

“I’m mostly busy at the bar but, maybe we could go out for coffee, so we can catch up properly?” he asked.

That gave you a reason to pause. You were certain that he was not asking you for a date, but why had you become so nervous at the thought of going out with Kim Mingyu?

“Of course, I’d love that,” you grinned. “Goodnight.”

And then you ran into your building. Running away from Mingyu for a second time.

You struggled to get sleep that night.

Staring at the ceiling, you grew more and more restless, and even more aware of the thing that lied beneath your bed, inside one of the drawers of the bed frame.

A long, whiny sigh of resignation spilled from you before you could get a hold of your actions. You rolled to the edge of the bed, flinging an arm over the mattress, and yanking the drawer open. Another sigh as your fingers reached for the pink satin bag and bottle of lube.

Tossing the covers off your already hot and pulsating body, fingers trembling slightly as you pulled the vibrator out of the satin pink bag you kept it in since you bought it. There had been only a couple of times that you had actually touched the pretty toy with your hands. The toy was pink, the material was soft, thick, and just about enough inches long to satisfy you. Or so you hoped.

Unsure as to how to go about this, you thought of removing just the lower part of your sleeping clothes, including your panties. Breathing hard, and feeling hot in the face and neck, you lied on your pillows, staring at the ceiling.

Your heart was banging fast against your ribcage, as if it wanted to get out. You liked your lips, before grabbing the bottle of lube you had tossed beside you and pumped the cold, thick lube on your fingers, gently applying it between your pussy lips.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth upon the chilly contact against your warmth. But wasted no time, grabbing the pink rabbit dildo from your sheets and holding the button with your thumb.

It came to life with rapid vibrations, the buzzing sound made you jolt in your bed again. But mustering some courage, you brought the tip in, pushing it inside your entrance gently at first. The fast mechanic motions of the vibrator made it hard to concentrate, or to even get pleasure out of it.

Your eyes outlined the edges of the ceiling, anxiously pushing a few more inches inside your needy walls. The thickness of the dildo made your mouth part, releasing a tiny moan of both pain and from feeling your pussy stretching and pulsating around it.

Slowly, you familiarized yourself with the feeling of it, and you grew to like it as the seconds went by and you found a mode that felt good. Your body responded naturally, coming alight with the mechanic patterns of the vibrator massaging your walls. You pushed it all the way inside you, to the part that met your clit.

A strangled moan came out of you, letting your body be submerged in a puddle of pleasure. You sank your head back onto your pillows and spread your legs more so that the dildo reached deeper inside your walls.

It was electrifying. You felt your muscles tighten, your legs burn and begin to tremble, you turned your head to muffle a moan in your pillow and closed your eyes.

Behind your eyelids, you saw him. You saw his tall frame, the beautiful way that he moved. You saw the outline of his lean torso, the t-shirt clinging onto his abdomen. The way he smiled when he noticed your eyes on him, winking at you knowingly.

The way that every nerve in your body sizzled when he laid his hand on your waist. The memory only contributed to the pleasure blooming inside your body, pushing you closer to the edge.

You slowly succumbed to waves of pleasure washing over you, you moaned and thrashed but made no attempt to pull out the vibrator continuing to pleasure you, taking you to the edge. Your orgasm became brutal, fast fiery waves consuming you, tearing through you.

It was hard to ignore the urge to remember his large hand on you, the way he lowered his gaze to meet yours, his seductive smile. You wanted his hands on you, all over you.

A series of airy moans resounded across the walls, you arched your back from the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably, the burning feeling spreading from your throbbing walls to every corner of your aching body.

You held in a breath, putting an end to your implacable moans. The intense feeling coursing through your body making it harder to stop, so when a warm and wet gush came out of you, your thumb pressed the off button, realizing that you had just wet the bed.

Breathless, and shaking, you sat up on the bed, looking at the wet spot in your bed sheets. It was the first time you squirted, the first time you even felt pleasure so abundantly like this. You pondered over how you had to resort to thinking about Mingyu to achieve your climax.

With a sigh, you gathered yourself, cleaning your bed, yourself, and your toys before throwing your ruined bed sheets in the washing machine. You placed new ones and tucked yourself back in and stared at the ceiling.

Though you were completely languid at the time, your vision faded to black, falling into a deep slumber but one thought remained.

I think I’ll accept that coffee.

Easier said than done.

As the following Monday rolled around, you fidgeted with the sleeves of your large hoodie as you approached the door of Casa Pump House. Nerves wrecked up in your system when you pushed the door open using your electronic key.

It had been some days since you saw Mingyu. Some nights since you dared to touch yourself thinking of him. And you were trying your best to keep him out of your mind. Utterly ashamed, you did not even want to think of what you had done.

Because you had enjoyed it.

In the back of your mind, a tiny voice begged for you to visit The Spot again. Whenever you went to the convenience store, a flashing thought warned you that you might run into him there. Or at the gym, even.

“Heyyyy,” Jungkook rasped, elongating the word. “You have been MIA.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled awkwardly. “Stomach flu.”

He made a face. “Ew. You’re good now?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t ew me,” you gibed. “Yeah, I’m good.”

But Jungkook did not know the stomach flu had a name, and you have been doing everything to not cross paths with him. So why were you at the gym, knowing full well that you could potentially run into him around that time?

“You’re here early,” he pointed, leaning his head to one side.

“It’s noon already!” you quipped.

“That’s early for you,” he remarked. “You always come here when I’m leaving.”

“Well, I missed you so I thought I could come here earlier to see your face,” you returned.

“You know what, I’ll take that. I missed your silly face too,” he said, smirking triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well,” he clasped his hands together, comically drawing in his eyebrows in a deep-set frown. “Let’s get to work, twinkie.”

“What did you just call me?” you demanded at him.

“Twinkie,” he shrugged, motioning a finger at your body. “You look squishy, like a cute twinkie.”

“Hey!” you frowned, pointing a finger at him impishly. “And you look like you were left alone with a sharpie started doodling on your skin.”

His mouth parted in a tiny o. “Touché.”

You giggled. “Okay, let’s get to work,” you rolled your eyes in resignation.

“Let’s start with some warmup,” he nodded to the elliptical machines behind you. “Ten minutes. And then you are going to do RDLs, okay?”

“Okaaaaay,” you mumbled, reluctantly taking your body to the elliptical machine.

You climbed the steps, pressing buttons to see what made the machine start. Once you found the button that made it work, you started moving. You dove into the pocket of your hoodie, looking for your earbuds and your phone to distract yourself from the monotony of the gym.

“Hands out of your pockets!” Jungkook yelped, a second later you saw the man rushing to your side. “You’re gonna get squished, twinkie.”

“Stop calling me that,” you giggled with embarrassment.

“I will when you get a nickname for me that suits me,” he negotiated.

“God, you’re terrible at flirting,” you pointed with a laugh.  

“I’m not flirting,” he chuckled, awkwardly moving away from you.

You let out a puffy breath, drawing out your earbuds out of your pocket.

“Mingyuuuu, it has been ages!” Jungkook chanted, his voice resounding across the lonely gym.

Your stomach twisted, an anxious rush of blood barrelling throughout your body. Your gaze snapped around the place, finding Jungkook pressing his phone to his ear. “This Friday? Uh, yeah, maybe I could. Let me check and I’ll let you know, okay? Okaaay.”

It could be anyone else, you reasoned, placing the earbuds inside your earholes with embarrassment controlling your body. However, it seemed all too likely that it was the same Kim Mingyu on the phone. After all, Jungkook and Mingyu seemed like the kind of goofballs that would get along.

 A probability that you did not want to find out yet.

As you continued your best to follow your routine, something had damaged it. And it was not that you were still ashamed of yourself. Or that you were still flustered about your last encounter with Mingyu.

The realization that you could feel something other than monotony. From the moment you broke things off with your ex, everything felt the same, tasteless, colorless. And you knew that you had put in the work to break out of that dullness in your life, you went out more, you were meeting new people.

But nothing compared to that night. And you found out that you wanted more.

However, it was not easy. You had drowned yourself in work in order to keep avoiding it. So there you were, trapped in your little office you rented for yourself, working yourself to exhaustion so that you could just get back home and sleep immediately.

You turned off the computer after reading the clock that it was three in the morning already. So you grabbed your phone, and your apartment keys and went out of the building.

Damn you, summer rains.

They always came when you least expect it, in the blink of an eye. The air felt so hot as you went out of your office that you could barely walk outside, but then the rain was pouring over you with no notice.

Walking down the sidewalk in working shoes was not the best idea. In fact, you were heavily contemplating removing them and just going back home barefoot.

You came to a reluctant halt in the middle of the deserted sidewalk, as heavy droplets of water fell on your face, on the back of your head as you stared at your shoes, getting wetter and wetter as you pondered over your dilemma.

“Lost something?”

Taking one big gulp of air, you shot a look across the sidewalk, only to find Kim Mingyu standing, wearing his usual attire for work. The features of his face looked relaxed despite the heaviness with which he approached you, carrying his fatigue in his limbs with each step.

His white T-shirt began to accumulate wet spots on his shoulders and chest. His cheeks were wet, as was his long messy hair.

You gaped at him in question. The dilemma occupying your brain dissipated into the void, quickly replaced by the shock of seeing him after days of keeping him at arm’s length without failure.

“Hi there,” he muttered once he stood one step before you.

“Hi,” you smiled, having to tilt your head to find his face.

“You’ve been gone,” he said with some air of urgency, much as if he did not want to lose you at some lazy excuse on your part. “I was starting to wonder that you didn’t want to hang out anymore.”

You hated his straightforwardness sometimes. “Sorry,” you scrunched up your nose in discomfort, receiving more fat droplets of water on your face. “I needed some me time.”

“Then you should’ve just said so, dummy,” he pointed, rolling his eyes at you as if his point were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I struggle to say things sometimes,” you retorted in a whiny tone. “Look, I’d love to continue this conversation but we’re literally just soaking in the middle of the street.”

Mingyu raised his eyebrows, as though he had not noticed the rain pouring down on both of you. “I’ll walk you home,” he motioned in the opposite direction from which he was previously coming.

And with that, he turned around and started to walk down the street.

You fell into step at his side, struggling to keep his steady pace. “Slow down,” you exhaled.

“Right,” he giggled sweetly. “Short legs.”

“Shut up,” you readjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “You just walk really fast.”

“Because I’m taller than you, my legs are longer,” he motioned to his legs, taking one big step that amounted to three of yours.

“Well, then walk slower, please,” you huffed with exhaustion already building up in your feet.

Mingyu noticed, still looking at your face as he walked. “Fine, sorry,” he conceded. “Are you just clocking off work?”

You nodded, noticing your ponytail heavier now that your hair was soaking. “I wanted to finish everything before the weekend.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he gasped in dramatic reprimand.

“Don’t give me that look,” you frowned, pointing a finger at him. “I could say the same to you! You also just clocked off.”

“But that is normal for my job! What you do is not something specifically for night hours,” he argued, matching your tone.

“What do you know about what I do?” you tried to argue but a smile fought to curve your lips. “I could hold office hours specifically from 11 pm to 3 am,” you giggled impishly.

“Ah, really you are…” he rolled his eyes but shook the thought from his head. “Could you finish?”

Droplets of water slid down the bridge of his nose, dropping from the tip and onto his cupid’s bow. You remembered the cute little beauty mark sitting on the tip of his nose. You wanted to kiss it.

It took you one second to understand what he was implying. “Oh, yes, I did,” you stammered, crossing your arms over your chest.

But Mingyu did not notice the meaning behind your gaze. “That’s good,” he nodded, pressing his lips together.

The short spasm returned in your chest, making you tear your eyes from his face and keep walking beside him, staring at the sidewalk.

“How was work tonight?” you returned the question, trying to get as much light conversation as you could without falling into the deep craving tugging in your insides.

“It was alright,” he shrugged. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“What would that look like?” you ventured.

“Ah, well, drunk people tend to be funny,” he showed you a toothy grin. “One guy celebrated his birthday at the bar one night, and after a few drinks he lost control, went insane,” he laughed in the memory of it. “He started thinking he was an idol, he requested a song and got on a top of the bar and started dancing.”

His laugh was contagious, you could not help but respond with a giggle of your own. “Oh, no, that sounds embarrassing. What did you do?”

“He lost his balance and fell to the floor,” his smile vanished, shuddering slightly. “He broke his nose, I had to call an ambulance,” he finished the story, scratching his nape absentmindedly.

“That’s not how I thought the story would end. Talk about a night to remember,” you huffed awkwardly.

“Well that is one story of many,” his eyes widened slightly.

“But you like it?” you raised your eyebrows. “D-do you like your job?”

“I do,” he reaffirmed with a nod.

The rain had completely succeeded at soaking your clothes, your button shirt felt cold against your skin, and your jeans were tight and damp, it was starting to get hard to move.

Whereas you felt like a wet ragged doll, Mingyu looked like a supermodel. His long dark hair was dripping wet onto his beautiful face. His white T-shirt was clinging to the muscles of his body, letting you view the well-defined lines of his abdomen.

“Were here already?” Mingyu asked when you came to a halt in front of your building.

“Yeah,” you said distractedly, sending him a look as you opened the door to the inside of the building, welcomed by the smell of humidity and dust. “Don’t just stand there.”

The man followed you inside without much insistence. You started machining in your brain your next movements while climbing the first flight of stairs to the door of your apartment, which you opened with a shaky hand.

You staggered awkwardly against the door frame, trying to keep your chin up to hold his gaze. One hand brushed the worn edges of the frame, resting on it as you caught your breath. Mingyu noticed your eyes this time around. And you almost did not want to realize that his eyes were on your body as well.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked meekly, darting a look at the dark interior of your apartment, aside from the little lamp you always left on when you went out. “I can make something to eat. And lend you a towel, fresh clothes, maybe.”

Much to your fortune, the man nodded with his head. “If you want,” he mumbled, so you slid back inside your apartment for him to follow inside. “Though I’d have to reject the clothes,” reluctantly, he strolled inside your haven, looking at the abandoned big frame and leaning against the hallway wall.

“Why?” you asked, still walking backward as he paced before you.

“Because they might not fit me,” he chuckled, his smile knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What do you know, I could have something that might,” you smirked, getting him a towel you had discarded earlier in the morning.

He gave you a light gesture of gratitude with his head, thanks, he mouthed before pressing the towel to his face.

“Do you…” you hesitated. “Can I offer you something?”

He sneaked a look at you with the towel pressed to the lower half of his face.

“Like water?” you suggested with a sheepish smile. “I have ramen–and rice in the fridge.”

He contemplated you as you swayed your body on the balls of your feet ever so gently. “You don’t need to do that,” he finally replied.

“It’s just food, Mingyu. You walked home with me,” you shrugged, motioning to the kitchen, your fingers grazing the rim of the dining table.

The man took one step towards you, making your step stutter. “I mean that,” he smiled. “You don’t have to repay nothing, shorty. That’s what friends are for.”

You stumbled against the edge of your dining table, a gasp leaving your lips that you quickly tried to replace with a muffled chuckle. “You know, I could say the same thing.” 

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

“What?” you breathed, completely perplexed by both the proximity and the question. “Ke-keep what up?”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” he muttered gruffly, pushing you to lean back against the dining table without laying one finger on you. He was just so close to you that you had no room to breathe.

“Noticed what? Mingyu–,” you giggled in utter shyness when he knowingly smiled at you. The blood rushing to your face made your skin tingle, you bit your lower lip.

“Am I making you nervous?” his voice dropped, his dark eyes reading the features of your face with avid curiosity.

“Yes,” you admitted, leaning back with your hands gripping the wooden rim of the table as he towered over you. “I like you, Kim Mingyu.”

His triumphant smile crushed your heart with its beauty. Damn you, Kim Mingyu.

“I like you too,” he whispered, leaning closer, the smile fading softly as you stopped moving back.

“Mingyu,” you whispered, hating how much you were flustered at his confession, your voice waning.

Mingyu paused, but it was not out of hesitance, his gaze swimming on your features quickly softened once you dared to reach out to him. Using the proximity of your bodies, you found his face with your hands, realizing how warm his skin was.

“Yeah?” he whispered back, nodding slightly with his head. Mingyu wanted this too.

You are not sure what happened, if you moved first or he did. You closed your eyes, breath hitching as his lips touched yours, your skin coming to life with a fiery rush of blood. From pressing his lips against your own, he quickly moved to kiss you deeper, using one hand on your chin to tilt your face to him.

Your heart stammered in your chest, his hand returning to park in your waist. Friends don’t kiss, you wanted to tell him.

Who were you kidding, you had never wanted someone like you wanted Mingyu.

But this is wrong, you thought over and over again.

“Mingyu,” you breathed when his fingers on your chin tilted your head for him to kiss the underside of your jaw, slowly pressing his lips twice.

“Mn?” he hummed really close to your skin, so you felt his short sigh, his breath brushing your skin.

“We should stop,” you brought a hand to the middle of his chest, feeling his hard pecs beneath your palm.

“Why? Am I doing something wrong?” he asked, backing away from you so he could take a look at your face.

“No, not at all,” you said, short of breath, rigid in your muscles in a weak attempt to resist what you wanted to do.

“Okay, if you want to stop, then we stop,” he offered with a kind tone, slowly following your gaze as you palmed his chest over his t-shirt.

“I- I mean if we do this…” you stammered, feeling stupid. “I don’t want us to change.”

A toothy grin spread on his lips. “How would this change us?” he shot a look to your eyes then your lips.

“I don’t want to cross a line we can’t come back from,” you explained, still not letting go of him.

He stilled completely; you saw it in his eyes when he started to craft a plan. “You draw the line.”

“Mingyu…” you whispered, your lips pouting around the last sound of his name.

This was not the same as playing basketball in the middle of the night with him. This could potentially tilt your world upside down. He did not know yet the way he made you feel just by being around you.

“You can draw it here if you want,” he offered, his tone was nothing but kind.

A smile stretched your lips slowly. He made things harder for you like this. Letting you be the one to choose was dangerous, if not stupid. But he did not know.

“I don’t want you to look at me differently,” you quivered. It was still hard to breathe since he was still within arm’s reach. Your hand lingered still right on top of his heart.

“I won’t,” he whispered back, gesturing a no with his head slightly. “I promise.”

Mingyu did not know that you were all too familiar with the pain that he carried. Even if he were not hurting at that moment, you knew what he was going through.

Mingyu looked at you as if he had just dipped into the stream of your thoughts but were left unbeknownst to your actual insecurities. “You’re safe with me,” he mumbled, offering you the ghost of a smile.

You thought of all the nights you wished for something like this to happen. The moments you wished to get a touch, to feel what you felt the first time he placed his hands on you.

Mingyu grabbed you by the waist, easily lifting you off your feet and placing you on the small dining table. He did this carefully, but you could sense that he wanted you in a position where he could kiss your face freely. His hands held your face lightly, while he continued pressing kisses on your lips, your cheeks.

This time, as he dives back in your lips, his tongue brushes against yours, lightly at first but enough to elicit a throaty moan from you. The frenzy pulsing in your throat turns into a warmth, blooming from your neck to your face.

He realized you liked that, and tried it one more time, his tongue lingering on the tip of yours before he pulled back. “I should go now,” he whispered, the pad of his thumb caressing your chin gently. “Or I won’t be able to stop.”

You grabbed his wrist. “Wait,” you breathed. “Please don’t. Don’t go. I don’t want you to leave.”

Did you want him? Or did you just not want to spend the night alone, wondering about him?

Mingyu seemed to desist, much as if the rigidness that he used to command himself away from your body had dissolved once he heard your plea. You caught sight of his throat bobbing when he gulped hard, searching your features as if he would find what to say in them.

“Stay the night with me,” you blurted uncontrollably.

“Sure,” he replied, grabbing the edges of the dining table as though he were withholding the urge to touch you again.

“Do you want to, Mingyu?” you asked, reluctant about his general lack of resistance to your offer.

He smiled as he tilted his head to one side. “I would’ve said no if I didn’t want to,” he raised his eyebrows in question. “If I stay, I do want to know one thing. Are you sure about this?”

Before you uttered the same quippy response he gave you, the flashing thought of sabotaging yourself crossed your mind. He knew this. Mingyu knew that you had a tendency to be a people pleaser, of trying to make everyone happy.

“I am,” you reassured, and it was the final blow to what little self-control you had left. “I want you, Mingyu.”

The words caused an impact on him. He breathed in slowly, but his eyes widened ever so slightly, shooting up a glance to your features. His eyes lit up, his beautiful lips curving in a small, but shy smile.

Finally admitting that aloud, and to him also caused something within you. Your pulse quickened, followed by a heat rushing inside you, stretching so far that it reached the tips of your fingers, commanding them to his face.

The pads of your fingers touched the line of his jaw in a gentle caress, urging him back to your lips before you could say something even more damming to your soul. The stammering of your heart was distracting, telling you to let go of this man before he could hurt himself in the tumultuous and dark path that led to your heart.

But you could not. Take the risk, the words echoed in the back of your mind.

“Mingyu,” you blurted, parting from his lips. “Couch, sit.”

You heard an airy chuckle left him as he broke away from the kiss, walking back and blindly falling on the couch, not bothering to look around to make sure where he was heading. You jumped from the dining table, crossing the space to follow him.

His hands pulled you in, his grip on your waist coming back to command you to sit on top of him, which you did willingly, pressing one knee on the couch, then the other, framing Mingyu’s thighs.

Now that you were straddling, a tiny voice in the back of your mind wanted to pull the breaks, but your hands found his face again, your palms caressing his cheeks as you slid your fingers in his long dark hair, brushing it back before sinking your lips in his.

His hands roved your back, starting from your waist up, his fingers getting caught in your hair when he reached your shoulder blades, pressing on your skin over your dress shirt. Your hands went around the back of his head, sliding down to find his thick neck.

Your tongue rolled inside his mouth, swiping a line on his lower lip in the process. Your body came alight with a shudder when a raspy moan coiled around his throat, you felt it beneath your fingertips.

A soft wet sound bubbled between your lips and his when you stopped kissing him, pausing for air. You thought of what to say, resting your forehead on his.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asked.

Every inch of your skin tickled when you heard how gruff his voice had turned. You nodded with your head.

“Yes,” you replied. “You? What do you want, Mingyu?”

The inner corners of his eyebrows twitched ever so slightly, but you noticed it. The question caught him off guard as if that had not been a consideration before. It broke you.

“I don’t want to stop,” he said with a sigh. But realizing that he only half answered your question, he added: “I want you. I’ll go as far as you let me.”

The tiny voice grew more alarmed, but you ignored it besottedly running the pads of your fingers to brush back a rebellious strand of hair back from his face. Mingyu was beautiful, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. But the pull you felt for him went beyond the physical. You needed him.

“Take control, baby,” he whispered.

And you obliged. The strangled sound that bubbled inside you was almost foreign to you. You were on his lips again, kissing him hungrily like you had never kissed someone else before. His hands grabbed your hips, bringing you impossibly closer to his body, pushing your chest flush against his.

You palmed his chest, appreciating the warmth radiating from him with a low hum, which he reciprocated, his hands daring to move farther down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you down on him, pushing your crotch against his.

“Mingyu,” you whimpered in his mouth. You grounded your hips on him, replicating the motion by swaying your hips back and forth on him once, then twice.

“Fuck,” he blurted, then shut his eyes tightly. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, continuing to ground your hips on him, rubbing yourself on the hard bulge beneath his blue jeans. “Do you like this?”

“Yeah, yes, baby,” he rasped. “But I want you to feel good, shorty. C-can I move you to the bed?” he shuddered.

You stopped grinding on him. “Sure-,” you gasped. Before you could finish your sentence, Mingyu was rising to his feet, scooping you up with him.

He giggled softly when you squealed in surprise. “I got you,” he wrapped your body effortlessly, his arms carrying you safely.

Your arms went around his neck by instinct, but he crossed your tiny studio apartment faster than your brain could even process. As he laid you on the mattress, you noticed that he had made sure that only your legs were hanging on the edge of the bed.

Mingyu placed a hand on the mattress, right next to your shoulder, then the other. “Stop me if you don’t like anything at all,” he muttered, climbing on top of you, and lowering his hips to meet yours.

He was heavy—heavier than you had expected or imagined in your most delusional nights. And he was not even lowering his full weight on you.

You swallowed thickly. But recovered when your hands found the hem of his t-shirt. “I want to see you without this,” you toyed with the damp cotton fabric, sending him a look.

Mingyu smiled and pulled back on the mattress, standing on his knees before you. He crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt to pull it up his torso, and off his head, showing his skin unabashedly.

A shudder flashed down your spine. You wondered before what was beneath that t-shirt, but what little you dared to imagine did not compare to the actual beauty he was. Before you could even take the image before you, Mingyu was already leaning over your body, propping a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Fair is fair?” he asked meekly, a thumb brushing over one button of your dress shirt.

“Yeah,” you showed him a smile, realizing you were jittery.

You watched his hand trail down as he undid each button, your shirt parting and slowly revealing the white bra you wore. It was nothing too daring, but it fit you well, accentuating your breasts nicely.

You darted a look at his face. Mingyu finished undoing the buttons of your shirt, his gaze lost in you as he palmed your tummy with a gentle caress to uncover more of your skin to him.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he gasped, leaning to press a hard kiss on your lips, his hand cupping your cheek.

Too astounded to even bring yourself to reply, you whimpered into the kiss, his tongue outlining your lower lip, his hand on your waist inched to your chest, setting your skin on fire. He cupped one of your breasts, groaning in desperation before hiking up the cup of your bra, to touch you freely.

Your hands flew to undo his belt, hastily undoing the button and zipper of his jeans too. “Get up,” you gasped, his thumb swirling your nipple, getting it to pebble, a tingle spreading on your skin beneath his touch.

Mingyu obliged, knowing where you were going before you even made a move. His gaze followed you as you pushed his jeans down, getting rid of them. In two full motions, your dress shirt was discarded on the floor along with your bra before you returned your back to the mattress.

He looked at you like no one else had before. There you were, splayed on your bed beneath him, and he was just taking you in with his gaze, making your heart flutter wildly.

His fingers grazed the skin of your thigh, inching closer to the band of your panties. You trapped his index and middle finger in your hand, his gaze snapping to yours.

“Fair is fair,” you reminded him with a grin.

He stood before your bed wearing a pair of grey boxers only. Pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue, he sighed shortly. “You played dirty,” he pointed, but he removed his hand from your grasp.

You sat up, stopping him when you shot him a look, wordlessly telling him you wanted to finish undressing him yourself. You enjoyed the look on his face, his features going soft when you ran a finger from his belly button to the band of his boxers.

You palmed the outline of his cock, darting a quick look at his face when you felt the wet patch of precum on the last piece of clothing he wore. When your fingers finally curled around the waistband of his boxers, you could not help but conceal your smile by biting your lower lip.

Mingyu was fully hard, and he was big. A shudder tore through you. He stepped out of his boxers, looking at the bewildered expression on your face as he stood wholly naked, and proudly so.

Before you could even utter a word, he motioned you to lie back once more. You smiled, helping him get rid of your wet and ruined panties, which he yanked down your legs, tossing them to the floor, littered with your and his clothes.

“Gyu,” you whimpered, his lips pressing a sweet kiss on your lower, moving to capture it in a deeper kiss.

“Need you,” he whispered against your skin, his breath hot and quivering slightly as his hands palmed your breasts, his thumbs brushing your perked nipples. “I need you, baby.”

Your hands roamed on his back, feeling the outlines of his hard muscles. “Take me,” you blurted. “I’m right here.”

He placed a kiss on the underside of your jaw, and you tilted your head back for him to kiss your throat. “I want to eat you out,” he husked against the plain of your chest, kissing the swell of your breasts, taking his time with each as you raked your fingers on his scalp. “Can I?”

“God, yes, Mingyu, please,” you gasped, his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, making you stir your back on your mattress.

Mingyu hummed as he licked your tits, his tongue swirling around your areolas, kissing your nipples and suckling at them. His hands caressed the inner side of your thighs, spreading them open as his mouth trailed down your tummy, kissing your skin, making it prickle.

A moan coiled in your throat. You needed him now. “Hurry,” you blurted with a whine.

Mingyu obeyed wordlessly, getting down on his knees. Kissing your mound, his hands cupping your inner thighs focusing solely on your pussy before diving in, his tongue swiping a broad stroke on your pussy lips, licking you fully. The feeling overwhelmed you at once, and you knew you would not last long.

“God,” you gasped, as he licked your folds sending you a look from between your thighs. The view was so lewd, beating any experience you had ever had in the past in a matter of seconds.

Silence flooded the room, aside from the wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy, licking your folds, and your increased breathing. Your mouth had fallen open, and you forgot to breathe.

His hair tickled your skin, his warm hands holding you down as he licked, suckled, and nipped at your pussy, as though he were getting familiar with it, as though he just wanted to taste if first before moving his tongue to your clit.

And when he did, you knew there was no going back.

A breathy moan escaped, and you drew in a breath again. “Mingyu…” you called after his tongue swirled around your swollen clit. “Do that again,” you asked, your tone whiny and pathetic.

He did not skip a second before doing a figure-eight motion with the tip of his tongue, and again. And again. You wondered if you would come before he grew tired, but then you realized that he was not stopping, nor faltering.

You propped half of your body on the mattress, letting your eyelids fall shut for a brief moment, focusing on his tongue teasing your clit relentlessly. You caressed his long dark hair, drawing his puppy eyes to yours. “I’m almost there,” you choked out, your limbs tensing in response.

“God, Gyu,” you tilted your head back, a tiny giggle escaping you. “You’re so good at this,” you whispered aloofly.

Your fingers curled in his hair, feeling like you were falling, sinking into a puddle of pleasure. Arousal and drool dripped on the covers of the bed as the tension in your body brimmed you to the point you were shaking.

“Min-mingyu,” you choked out, so close to the edge you could barely hold out. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m co-,” your orgasm rippled through you, body going limp with sweet pleasure, shaking, and whimpering pathetically.

He placed one final open kiss on your clit before rising from the floor, a satisfied look on his face. “Shorty?” he mumbled.

“I’m good,” you gasped dazedly.

“Want more?” he asked, climbing back on top of you.

“I need you,” you cupped his neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss. You tasted yourself in his mouth, his chin wet with your arousal, making your walls throb around nothing. “I need you now.”

That brought a wolfish grin from him. “How do you want me, baby?”

“Lie down,” you breathed, finding his hard chest with your hands.

You knew it was incredibly hard to push his body, but somehow you did. Pushing his broad shoulders as you managed to get on top of him again, but this time, as you were both utterly naked in your bed, it felt completely different.

“Oh god,” he blurted, his hands gripping your hips instantly as you lowered your ass to sit on him.

“You were amazing,” you husked, placing a chaste kiss on his lips that resounded with a lewd smacking noise.

His fingers dug into the skin of your hips in reaction to your praise, groaning as he captured your lips with his own again.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked, your tone weakened by the pleasure and the urge of feeling him.

He blinked for one long second. “No,” he rasped. “Do you?”

You shook your head. “I could suck you off,” you mumbled meekly, your gaze shifting between his eyes and lips. “But I’m on birth control.”

“I’m clean,” he mumbled. Your heart deflated just a little.

“I want you, Min,” you whispered, brushing his lower lip with the pad of your thumb.

A silent groan escaped him. “Please,” he replied in kind. “I want to feel you, baby. Now.”

The sound of his words emboldened you. You sat back on his thick thighs, once you straddled him you realized how big Kim Mingyu actually was. You raked the skin of his torso with the tips of your fingers, making him suck in a breath and shut his eyes close.

“Don’t tease me, please,” he choked out, kneading the flesh of your thighs. “Play later, baby.”

The whiny tone of his plea did not go unnoticed by you, but you kept caressing his skin, exploring it under the pads of your fingers until you reached his pelvis. Mingyu was well groomed, you found out when you grazed the short hairs with your index finger.

“Please,” he breathed, a hand shooting to circle your ankle.

“Alright,” you giggled.

You grabbed his hard cock with one hand, swallowing hard when you felt his soft skin, the thin vein trailing on the underside of his thick shaft. It was heavy and warm as you pumped him, spreading the precum leaking from its reddened tip.

Lifting your hips, your gaze locked on his, he trapped his lower lip behind his teeth, you guided his cockhead to your folds, a moan bubbling in your chest when his hands gripped you tighter. Mingyu sucked in a breath, swallowing a deep moan as you sank down on him.

“God,” you sighed, tears brimming in your eyes at the euphoric sensation of his cock stretching your walls deliciously.

But none of you broke eye contact, much as if neither wanted to miss the reactions you got from feeling each other.

“Fuck,” he whined once you bottomed out on him with a moan from your part. He closed his eyes, shuddering hard underneath you, his hands lingered on your hips, kneading your thighs as if that helped him cling to sanity.

“Okay?” you whispered.

“God, you…” he sighed, licking his lips. “You feel like heaven, baby.”

You smiled at him. “How long have you gone without getting fucked?” the question flew out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

“A while,” he admitted with a raspy tone.

You gave him a smile, before you anchored your hands on his chest, pulling your hips up, and then pressed them back onto his, feeling every naked inch of him. Your mouth fell open. “You’re so big,” you gasped.  

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered.

You shook your head, though the stretch had stopped hurting, you were enjoying it. You tucked your feet beneath you, propping them on his thighs to help yourself angle your hips on top of him. “Okay?” you asked again, riding him slowly.

“Perfect,” he replied, lifting his hands to cup your tits while his eyes explored every curve of your body.

You moaned, his fingers toyed with your pebbled nipples, making your hips buckle. “God, Mingyu…” you sighed, picking up the pace on top of him, enjoying the glazed look on his face.

“Fuck,” he gritted, pushing his head back on your fluffy pillows. “I’m gonna come. Baby, I’m g-gonna come.”

By pure instinct, you lifted your hips from his completely, making him sigh heavily but did not complain. You laughed impishly at the frown setting on his face.

“Please! Please, don’t stop, baby,” he whined, his hands clutching your waist. “I can keep going… just let me come, please. I need it.”

Oh, you could become addicted to this. You quickly realized.

You conceded without more begging from his part, sinking down on his cock again. Mingyu let out a long, whiny moan, shuddering when you started bouncing on him again. You leaned forward, managing to trap his lips with your own in a heated kiss. He hummed in your mouth, his hands roaming on your back. 

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped. “I swear, you feel like nothing else baby.”

You moaned, feeling your eyebrows pinch involuntarily. “You’re close, Min?” you asked, your tone going sweet and velvety for some reason.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Don’t edge me again, please.”

“Okay,” you giggled. “Wanna come inside me, Min?” you brushed his long dark hair back.

You caught sight of awe shooting on the features of his face. “Ye-yeah,” he breathed. “Please, please I’m so close, baby…”

You left a small peck on his lower lip, bouncing on him gently. “Come inside me, Mingyu,” you whispered.

“Oh god,” he gasped, grabbing your hips, helping you ground on him at the speed he needed to find his release, which came quickly, making him squeeze his eyes shut for a second before finding your eyes. “Baby, I’m coming, fuck, fuuuuuck…”

His mouth parted, a sharp intake of breath resounding across the walls right before a raspy moan came out of his pretty lips. The sight was so alluring that you feared the image would never leave your mind, you knew it would haunt you every night.

His grip became limp, and you stopped swaying your hips on him, kissing his lips as he came down from his high.

“Don’t stop,” he breathed, finding your thigh with one hand, then the other, caressing your ass before he motioned you to continue moving on him.

“Mingyu-,”

“I told you, shorty,” he said, showing you a lazy grin. “I can keep going.”

An ecstatic feeling rushed through you.

“It’s okay, Mingyu,” you said. “I’m good.”

“I want you to come,” he muttered, his voice thickened and gruff by arousal. “Do you want me to help you come, baby?”

“I- yes,” you sighed. “God, yes, Mingyu.”

Mingyu nodded, grabbing your hips as he shifted on the bed, planting the soles of his feet on the mattress to lift his hips, fucking into you, his cock reached deeper inside your walls, and deeper. A whiny cry escaped your mouth, your hands flying to grab onto his shoulders.

“Mingyu!”

Then he started plowing into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder, impossible for the whole neighborhood to ignore. The headboard banged against the wall, mattress creaking with each of Mingyu’s hard thrusts.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes lost on the features of your face as you wailed, and cried out on top of him, nearing your sweet release.

“Fuck, fuck, Mingyu, I’m coming, I’m coming,” you cried out, a low whiny moan escaping you as you reached your second orgasm. This one was fiery, consuming you fast and mercilessly. Mingyu grunted, and you knew just by the fucked out look on his face that he was coming with you but kept fucking into you through your high, dumping his second load inside you.

You were panting, shaking, languid with pleasure as he lowered his hips back on your bed again, reaching out for you by putting a hand on the back of your head, prompting you to lie on his chest.

“You’re okay?” he asked with a sigh.

“Yeah, yes,” you breathed raggedly. “Perfect. You?”

Mingyu chuckled, wrapping his heavy arms around you in a warm embrace. “Perfect.”

You closed your eyes, ignoring the alarming voices in your head.

There was a thing you were certain of: you were playing with fire. But you wanted him, even if that also meant that you wanted to make him forget his broken heart. You wanted to ease his pain.

“We need to clean up,” you said, lifting your head from his chest.

Mingyu smiled, brushing your hair, tucking it behind your ear with his fingers. “Can’t we stay like this for a minute?” he said with a lazy drawl.

“Okay,” you whispered, leaning down on his chest again.

You listened to his heartbeat, caressing his chest with one hand. You smiled.

“What?” he asked, hearing your tiny giggle.

“Will you accept that ramen now?” you asked.

Mingyu chuckled, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I think I will.”

The following Sunday rolled around and you did not go to the bar this time, feeling like it was a little too soon to see Mingyu again after the night he spent at your place. And thankfully, you did not feel hollow for once, even as you sat quietly in your apartment.

That was until the loud buzzing of your phone broke the perpetual stillness of the living room.

[8:40 PM] min: Are you free tomorrow? [8:40 PM] min: Can I come over to yours? [8:40 PM] min: I can't stop thinking about you.

That drew a big smile out of you. You replied in an instant, letting him know that he could come to yours, sealing the deal with Mingyu, whom you never thought would make you feel something real again.

☆ author's note: hi there! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

don't hate shorty for her actions, she had to take risks lol. she is a hot ass mess but give my girl a chance, she'll get better (✿◠‿◠) this fic is lowkey inspired by the song two weeks by fka twigs and my personal life experience

the journey of this fic is. . . kind of long. i started drafting this fic back in december 2023. i originally intended it to be a one shot, only focusing on the rebound aspect. but for some reason i couldn't get myself to write it and then. . . my ex partner and i broke up after years of being together. i kind of understood why i couldn't write this fic. and so here it is.

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closure • bbh

pairing: toxic exbf!baekhyun x exgf!reader, toxic relationship, exes to fwb (?)

genre: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!! angst

synopsis: reader sees her ex boyfriend looking to get closure and gets something else

warnings: pwp, p in v, riding, swearing, mild breeding, fingering, dirty talk, name calling (baekhyun calls you his ‘little slut’), baekhyun is a meanie

an unimpressed expression overtakes his features as you ramble on, intertwining your fingers nervously. baekhyun licks his lips and let’s out a heavy sigh through his nose, causing your eyes to flick up towards him. this is boring him.

“i just want closure,” you say finally, dropping your hands into your lap and sitting up straight. you look over at him to see the left corner of his mouth drag upwards. baekhyun licks his lips and shakes his head slightly, looking over at you boredly.

“yeah? you want closure?” he asks mockingingly, a devilish grin on his face. you huff and cross your arms over your chest at his dismissal. why he even showed up, if he was just going to make fun of you, doesn’t make sense but you don’t say anything. rather, you start rambling again, not leaving him enough room to interject.

you trail off when you hear his seat lean back and the zipper of his jacket being pulled down. “and i just feel like you never listened to me…” you look over at him with furrowed eyebrows. his chair lies flat and he tosses his jacket into the backseat. his fingers pull at the strings of his sweats and your lips part “what are you doing?”

“you want closure, right?” he asks, and you nod hesitantly. baekhyun gestures at his crotch, practically saying come get it, and you scoff, your face and neck heating up.

“you’re an ass,” you mutter, looking away from him. baekhyun shrugs and eyes you, looking you up and down and taking in your appearance: short-shorts and a loose crop top.

he clicks his tongue and rolls his head to the side to look at you. “last time you wore those, i blew your back out,” his eyes linger on your thighs and you cross your legs instinctively. “so if you want ‘closure’, i’ll give it to you.” you rest your chin on your knuckles and look out his car window, biting the inside of your cheek.

it’s pathetic how you quickly you succumb and crawl on top of him. you’ll regret it later but right now you have one goal in mind, and you’re going to achieve it.

you settle yourself on top of baekhyun and sigh, resting your hands flat against his chest. “you just gonna sit there?” he asks, running his hands up and down your thighs. you bite your bottom lip and look around through the windows. “i have tinted windows, y/n.” baekhyun says, and you can tell you’re testing his patience.

you don’t say anything, just lift your hips up and pull your shorts off. baekhyun pulls down his sweats only, letting them pool around his ankles. not many words are exchanged as he pushes your panties to the side and drags two fingers up your slit. bakehyun dips his fingers into your entrance and you let out a sigh as your gummy walls swallow up his fingers. he pumps his fingers in and out of you, focusing his eyes on your face and the expressions you make. you respond to him so well, but he also knows your body like no other, regardless of how much time has passed between the two of you.

“baek,” you whine, slowly moving yourself up and down on his fingers. he shakes his head at your desperation, but let’s you fuck yourself on his fingers.

“you missed me, huh,” he mutters, pressing on your clit with his thumb. you bite your bottom lip and let out a moan that serves as your answer. hell, the way you’re clenching around his fingers is enough confirmation for him. “still my little slut, huh?” baekhyun teases, a smirk on his face. your face burns with embarrassment, and you evade the question with a squeak of his name. “huh? answer me, y/n.” he says, grabbing your face with his free hand.

you look down at him, mouth agape. breathy pants escape your lips, and as much as you wish you could say ‘no’, you definitely still are. probably always will be, his little slut, that is. if he called you and told you to be on your knees waiting for him, you’d definitely consider it.

“y-yes!” you mewl. baekhyun smiles and slips his thumb into your mouth. you wrap your lips around the appendage and start gently sucking while you keep up bouncing on his fingers like it’s actually his dick.

“still a good girl too. if you wanted to get fucked, all you had to do was call,” baekhyun says, starting to pump his fingers again. you whine, your words muffled by his thumb that he doesn’t move to pull out of your mouth. that feeling builds in the pit of your stomach and you halt your movements to let baekhyun put in the work instead. he keeps his thumb in your mouth as he works his ministrations on you, getting you to your climax.

you fall apart on top of him, holding onto the door to keep your body upright as you call out his name. baekhyun pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in his mouth, sucking your arousal off. it’s way too initimate, though you don’t say anything; you just keep panting above him as you try to regain your breath.

baekhyun doesn’t give you much time to collect yourself and yanks you upwards so he can pull down his boxers and let his semi hard dick free. he holds you against his chest with one arm while the other strokes his member a few times. “cmon, y/n,” he grumbles, guiding your body to position over his dick.

you huff and brush hair out of your face before lowering yourself onto him. he should be the one doing all of the work. “just like that,” he encourages once you start to find a decent rhythm. you hold onto the headrest for support, your chest pressing flat against his. baekhyuns hands grip onto your ass cheeks and he pulls you up and down on him, his pace much faster than youre capable.

“b-baek! wait,” you cry, the feeling in your legs disappearing due to their weakness from his pace, the stretch, and your previous actions on his fingers. “shit!” you mumble when he moves his hands to your hips instead.

“you’re telling me you can’t take it?” he asks breathlessly, sliding a hand up your shirt. you ignore him and focus on rolling your hips. “it hasn’t even been that long. i bet you missed this dick, huh?” you roll your eyes, fed up with his mocking, and cover his mouth with one of your hands. you briefly consider sitting on it, but given that you’re in his car it would not be comfortable.

baekhyun furrows his eyebrows and pulls your hand away, trying to bite your fingers when you try to hold your hand down. “get in the backseat,” he says, all but pushing you off of him. he bites back a moan when you slide off of him, taking a string of arousal with you. he can’t help but stare at the mess you’ve already created, not necessarily giving a shit that it may ruin his seats.

you ungracefully climb into the back, laying down on the seats and spreading your legs for him. baekhyun is right behind you after adjusting his seat so he can give the both of you ample room. “desperate,” he chuckles, slipping inside of you quickly. he hovers over you and the necklace he wears dangles over your face, swinging back and forth every time he rocks into you. “all you wanted was to fuck. you dont want fucking closure.” he grunts and you cry out his name, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down to you so you can kiss his neck.

he pounds into you, his pace not super fast so you can feel everything, likes he’s trying to remind you what you’ve been missing since you called your relationship off. and yes, maybe you wanted to fuck him and needed an excuse, but you truly did want closure for the way he started treating you in your relationship. you don’t know if you’ll ever get it—not if every time you try to speak to him it ends up with your ankles by his ears.

“baekhyun!” you cry as his thrusts become erratic. you’re close, and can tell that he is too with the way he ruts into you. “i-i’m cl-close!” you hold onto his arms to anchor yourself to something, and you can’t prove it, but you feel like he flexes on purpose. it could be a coincidence, since he’s holding himself up, but knowing him it’s most likely the former.

“fuck, m-me too,” he pants, moving as much as he can to angle himself differently. he prods at your g spot and your eyes roll back, nails digging into the skin on his biceps. “i missed this. ‘m gonna fill you up.” you mouth falls open and you clench around him in response, making him choke out a moan.

it’s not long until you both finish and he comes inside you like he said he would. he fucks his come back into you, marking you, claiming you as his though how could you really be anybody else’s? when baekhyun pulls out of you, you whimper at the loss of contact and the emptiness. “i’m not going anywhere,” he says, leaning over the middle console to grab napkins from the glove box.

he comes back and cleans himself off and then you. baekhyun pulls his boxers back on and rests against the back seat as you lean over in search of your shorts. baekhyun can’t help himself when he slaps your ass, rubbing the spot and doing it again. “baekhyun!” you reprimand, falling back into the backseat, shorts in your hand. “stop that.” you say, slipping your pants on, avoiding his gaze.

you two sit in silence, your arms crossed over your exposed midriff and your eyes gazing out the window. you can feel his eyes on you, which is why you’re actively avoiding him but not quite asking him to take you back home. “i miss you,” he says softly. you snort and turn to look at him, not really believing his words. “i’m serious.” baekhyun adds, a slight pout overtaking his lips.

“we just fucked in the back of your car, of course you miss me,” you say, shaking your head at him.

“fuck, y/n, why are you always like this? how are you going to tell me how i feel?” he scoffs, glaring over at you.

“because i know you! you won’t give a shit in a few days, and that’s fine, but don’t pretend like these are honest feelings,” you say, rubbing your forehead. “you miss our sex, sure, but you don’t miss me.” baekhyun sighs and rolls his eyes, mumbling ‘whatever’ before jumping over the seats and getting into the drivers spot again. he pulls on his sweats and starts the car, glancing at you in the rear view mirror.

“get up here. don’t be weird,” he grumbles, letting the car idle until you crawl back into the passenger seat. “next time you want to fuck, just say that.” baekhyun glances at you and you ignore him again, resting your elbow on the window and staring forward.

baekhyun rounds the corner to your apartment building and pulls in front of the entrance. you slip your feet back into your sandals and get out, slipping your phone and keys into the waistband of your shorts. “did you get your closure?” he asks before you shut the door.

“fuck off,” you say, slamming the door and heading back inside. baekhyun laughs to himself and speeds off, feeling very satisfied with himself. it’s why he texts you three days later at 9pm and asks ‘wyd’, and you don’t hesitate to drop your pin.

[miabbh]

reading⠀⠀ ⟢ : not so fwb !?

by @baekhyunsbestie and getting emotional about it

scrolling savior cut 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

it’s the kind of afternoon that exists in shades of gray—the world outside blurred by the steady rhythm of rain against your window, soft and ceaseless. the air is thick with warmth, the kind that comes from bodies pressed close, legs tangled lazily beneath the shared throw draped over both of you, neither of you making an effort to move. baekhyun’s arm is draped over the back of the couch, fingertips grazing your shoulder in a touch so familiar it feels like muscle memory. the fabric of the blanket is soft, worn-in from too many movie nights and lazy mornings, cocooning you both in the kind of comfort that makes the rest of the world feel distant. neither of you say much. just the occasional sigh, the quiet click of scrolling thumbs, the unspoken understanding that fills the spaces between you.

with a beginning like this one, I'm sooooooo so sure imma love it all!!! lisa sis you always manage to it seem so cinematic and I'm telling you, if life goes as I'd like, we're gonna make a shortfilm with something you write!

the comfort you feel through your words too??? like- i can feel the warmth, the comfort, everything! you always manage that and I just get a bit more in love with your writing 🥹

he likes you.

likes you, likes you.

okay. no no, don't mind me, I'm fine. I'm ready, don't mind me

the scoff slips out before he can stop it, sharp and instinctive. “what the fuck kinda name is ‘kai’?”

OMG I love him ejahhss

because this? this is jealousy. raw, undiluted, simmering just beneath the surface, poisoning every syllable that leaves his mouth. it carves itself into the sharp set of his jaw, the rigid line of his shoulders, the way his lips press into something dangerously close to a pout. he’s trying—trying so damn hard—to play it cool, to act indifferent, but it’s unraveling at the seams. and you see right through him.

Oh yes I live for jealous Baek 😭😭 And your jealous Baek??! The best of them all!!! Him fighting the pout and holding his tongue?? Oh no I wanna smooch him please say you love each other I can'ttttttt (pls keep going I love this feeling)

and god, you love it.

damn right i do

because watching baekhyun burn for you, watching his jealousy coil around him like a vice, watching his composure slip with every second—it’s intoxicating. exhilarating. a slow, delicious ache curling deep in your stomach.

I'll print this and stick it in my forehead!

“before i realized that i like you more than i like fucking breathing.”

I WASN'T EXPECTING TIYBE THIS QUICK OMGHHHHG WHAAAAAAAAA LISA WHAAAAAA I WASN'T READY!!!!!!!!! "i like you more than i like fucking breathing" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DJSJEJSKNWDSNMSISNSOSNWKSJSJS

mia.exe stopped working mia.exe stopped working mia.exe stopped working mia.exe stopped working mia.exe stopped working mia.exe stopped working

he groans, a deep, guttural sound of regret, dragging both hands down his face like he can physically erase the last thirty seconds from existence. “okay, can you just, like, forget i said anything? actually, you know what? i take it back. fuck this. i’m going home.”

Oh my why so cruel????? I was happy noooooo don't go come back!!!! Lisa noooooo don't make him go nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!?! They love each other their besties + fwb + they know each other better than anyone else + they cuddle in bed noooooooooo!nnndnnssjejs 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 lisaaaa!!!

his brows twitch, the corners of his lips pulling down as he exhales through his nose. then, suddenly-"don't."

it's quiet but firm, lacking the usual teasing lilt that laces his words. you blink, caught off guard.

"don't what?"

"don't mess with me," he says, voice low, steady. his eyes, usually bright with mischief, hold something heavier now, something real. "not about this. i'm not playing."

😭😭😭😭😭 im not crying, you are! lisa why do you do this to me???? Is it for me to start drinking more water ??? I don't think it works like that 😭😭😭😭 Baekkkkkkk don't be this soft vulnerable pls someone hug him tell him it's the truth Lisaaaaaaa 😭😫😫😫😫😫

his lips crash against yours, warm and unrelenting, and it feels like every unsaid thing, every tease, every lingering glance over the years has been leading to this. he kisses you like he’s making up for lost time, like he’s thought about this one too many times to take it slow now.

because he has.

he’s thought about this for years—long before the late night hookups, before the blurred lines, before he even had the right to touch you the way he’s been touching you for months. back when you were just his best friend, when he had to bite his tongue every time you laughed at his stupid jokes, had to swallow down the jealousy whenever you flirted with someone else.

don't make my man jealous like this............. with kai??? with other people???? flirt with them with him knowing so???? how cruel 😭 poor heart man pls how did we even could keep this for sooo long my heart hurts *sobsobsob im too emotional*

“is this the right time to say how many kids i want, too?”

if you knew that sometimes I remember this kind of speech of him in the middle of the night and can't but laught, would you believe me??? Doaskosisjsisjs because it's so true this man wants a legacy for 20 and wants to let you know everytime and I can't-ejajsjksjsbaks

then, without warning—SMACK!

SIR???

Lisa sis......,.............................

what was that?? So many twists that i wasn't expecting at all?????!!!!!?!! no fr the angst: amazing!; the passion: 10/10!; the sexy moment: 🔥; THE DISCRIPTIONS WORTHY OF A FILM ??? !!!! Lisa you're the best I love you and I love all you write 💓💕💗💞💗💓💕💖💞💗💓💖

[svt-nari]

nari's love life !

nari started dating after they debuted. It was obviously against the company rules, but what were they gonna do about it? kick her out? she's pansexual and so far, has only dated people with the same life as her (idols), because they can understand each other's schedules and make it work better than with someone who's not a part of this life. right now, she's currently in a relationship with a male idol.

2015–2016 › seulgi, red velvet

— their friendship started when nari ended up confessing her undying love for red velvet's main dancer on a live.

— may I add... while she was completely wasted.

— she was saying how much she loved watching the older woman dance and how much talented she was.

— then, seulgi approached her on a music show the next day.

— didn't really date, but they were tied to one another, if you get what i mean.

— a sort of fwb kind of relationship.

— then nari confessed.

— and they decided to not keep on with this relationship.

— and then, nari was left heartbroken, but at least they are still friends.

— they joke about it from time to time.

2016–2017 › jayb, got7

— they were friends way before they started dating.

— nari met him because of her friendship with got7's maknae line and ended up befriending him due to bambam introducing them.

— started dating because jaebeom showed her a song he wrote for her, confessing the feelings he had.

— it also became a part of one of got7's albums.

— dated for almost 9 months then they broke up.

— she had a really good time with him and can't really complain, same as him.

— he wrote various songs for her just as she has written lots of songs about him.

— remain as friends and they support each other til this day.

2017 › wheein, mamamoo

— after her break up with jaebeom, she wanted to date women again.

— didn't go so well.

— her and wheein were friends for a long time before they dated.

— but they couldn't really understand each other and talk while they were together.

— the relationship ended after three months.

— and their friendship too.

— both parties don't really speak to each other anymore.

— it's awkward at gatherings when they are both there.

— nari tries to avoid wheein at all costs.

2018–2020 › baekhyun, exo

— got close because of a collaboration they did together.

— started dating after a couple months of knowing each other.

— their relationship consisted of spending quality time with each other.

— her first ever long-term relationship and her first public relationship.

— they dated for 2 and a half months until they broke up.

— happened during the pandemic, they slowly distanced themselves.

— especially due to their different life rhythms at the time.

— then nari broke up with him after a fight they had.

— he was devastated and literally tried to gain her back at all costs.

— going as far as posting some cryptic stuff on his social media.

— hinting that he missed someone so much that he thought his heart was going to stop beating.

— and then deleting right after.

— he still loves her, but she moved on.

— and for good.

obs.: some speculate that the album bambi has something to do with nari.

2021–present › seungcheol, seventeen

— okay, how to start?

— they've been friends since forever, basically.

— cheol has had the biggest crush on her ever since they met, but he didn't do anything due to their teamwork.

— he supported her through her every relationship, and she's forever grateful for that.

— nari takes great care of him. she just wants what's best for this boy!

— they started dating after a drunk confession on cheol's side.

— she was a bit hesitant at the start, but she knew that what they had was way more than just a friendship.

— then, after overthinking she just said fuck it and kissed him.

— all the members LOVE to tease coups for it.

— they NEVER will tease nari because of their relationship.

— just their big and scary leader who turns into the biggest softie whenever he sees her face.

— they've thought about going public but decided on letting people find out by themselves.

— which is slowly working since they don't really hide much.

— they've been together for a long time now and expect them to be like this forever!

all rights reserved © svt-nari, 2023

[proudahgase-exol]

Your ZAYN song - exo

Xiumin:

pillowtalk: you guys were having sex and you guys had music in the background and suddenly this song come on and xiumin made a bet to see if your annoying neighbor would come knocking on the door he said “ let’s piss of the neighbors “ and you guys did so now very time you wanted to get back at your neighbors you guys would play that song and do just that piss off the annoying neighbor.

Junmyeon:

There You Are: this song explains how Junmyeon sees you when he’s tired you there to help him when he’s sad you put a smile on his face this song haves a mean to you both and you also can relate to the song because when things get to hard Myeon is there for you. You both know each other so well that will do anything to make sure the other is okay.

Yixing:

It’s You: you both find this song really nice you love to play it on a rainy day it calms you down and it’s one of he songs that you both really like all because one time in store this song come up and you started singing it Lay found it because how your voice sounds and since then he loves to sing this song with you it’s like a little memory song for both of you.

Baekhyun:

Like I Would: Baekhyun loves singing this song whenever he thinks about your ex he knows your ex didn’t love you as much and he does and one at a club you guys run into your ex and this song exactly was plaing and what did Baekhyun did? He sing that while was posting at your ex witch got him mad and try to tell you he was still better but Baekhyun just pulled you in for a husband when he pull away he bit his lip and smile at you as with an eyebrow raised proving his point.

Chanyeol:

wrong: your relationship started with one night stand that fiends with benefits and now your in a 2 year relationship when you first heard this song it reminded you of what Chanyeol had said at the beginning of your fwb “don’t get to comfortable with me we’re just fuck buddys so don’t think your getting a relationship ploughing of this” and it reminded you both of that time specifically with the line “ don’t think because your with me this is really” it’s your favorite song to look back to the pass.

Kyungsoo:

Let Me: he really said “baby let me be your man so I can love you” instead of asking you “ will you be my girlfriend” he new you love ZAYN and so he that it be funny to quote a line of one of his songs and now “Let me” is one of your favorite song because of Kyungsoo but you love it more wham he sings it for you. At first he didn’t want to but he eventually did on your one year anniversary.

Kai:

Entretener: you guys just like this song for no real reason you guys enjoy it a lot and Kai did his own choreography of the song and you love seeing him dance to you guys favorite song you love the way he is body moved to the rhythm of the song it was your favorite thing ever.

Sehun:

Fool For You: You new Sehun wasn’t the best at showing so much affection neither did he say how he feel for you. So one day when you were sad because he wants affectionate he come up to you and told you that when ever you feel like he wasn’t being affectionate you should play the song Fool for you by ZAYN because that song explain what he did and feels for you that when it comes to you he can’t help but be and act like a “fool”

Sorry for the bad spelling anyways I feel like this is trash but I also kind of like it 😭😭🥲

[iridescentxstars]

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[misswoozi]

HI i'm back and i 100% agree that taeyong is a subby bottom like that kinda goes without saying 😭 but i think baek has a secret dom!top side that comes out when he's around ty, especially since ty WORSHIPS him and would do anything for him like there are so many compilations of ty just talking about how much he loves his hyung 🥺 i imagine during superm promos ty drunk dialed bh and just rambled on and on about how perfect he is and how badddd he needs him and all this lovey and suggestive, borderline begging for baek to fuck his brains out and it all culminated in ty getting his face fucked, lol. definitely see them as more of a fwb thing than a relationship! 🍓

OH INTERESTING OKAY so a casual thing with top!Baekhyun and a slightly enamored Taeyong. Okay I kind of love that??? You've convinced me, OP. I'm on-board lmao

[jongbross]

Who do you think in Exo is most likely to be Frieda with benefits with another person?

I feel Sehun is a definite yes (with obvious ground rules laid down first), but I can’t think of any else. Maybe Chanyeol or Baekhyun?

sehun and kyungsoo are definitely a yes for me. baekhyun maybe, maybe would too.

i don't know if chanyeol would though, i can only picture him being fwb with someone for writing purposes... other than that, i don't think so 🥴

[xofanfics]

String - Part V

Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

Genre: angst, fluff, suggestive themes

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader FT. SEHUN

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: You find yourself in a friends-with-benefits situation with your best friend. You have no business falling for him, but your heart begs to differ.

If you had to list the emotions you felt after that night, you could fill a notebook with words and phrases and maybe even some sentences. You’d start with words like anger, despair and hopelessness. You could also write words like idiot and stupid and failure. You could fill it with curses in English and in Spanish because Evie taught you how to curse like her uncle in Puerto Rico.  You could write how much you hated Baekhyun and how he was a stupid asshole who pulled you along on a string for weeks and about how selfish he was for not telling you how he felt. You could write about yourself and how everytime something good came into your life it was pulled away from you like candy from a baby. And how unfair life had been to you, that you couldn’t believe that you liked someone for the first time in a while and you seemed so close to having the perfect relationship with Baekhyun.

“Just casual sex between two people when we needed to get off, mutual entertainment!”

“You deserve someone whose heart skips a beat when you smile...like yours used to do to me...”

You’d never felt more defeated or stupid in your life. You weren’t the luckiest person in the world and you’d experienced a few heartbreaks in your life but this had to be the worst. And the worst part of this heartbreak in particular was that you weren’t even together yet this one hurt the most.

You’d poured your heart, with all its energy, into this idea of being with Baekhyun. Even though you got confirmation that Baekhyun had chosen someone else you had questions about who that person was. Who was she and where the fuck did she come from and what did she have over you? Whoever she was didn’t matter. No matter what, you hated her. Even if she was an angel sent down from the heavens above you didn’t care; you still hated her.

* Baekhyun hated himself. He never meant to hurt you or lead you on. It wasn’t an excuse, it just...happened. Things just ended up like that and he knew that everything that had happened up until this point was his own fault. He made this mess. Your feelings spilled all over the floor and he wasn’t sure how to clean it up.

As you walked away, he wanted to stop you. He wanted to apologize, to say something to you. He knew that he hurt you and he knew there were a few things in that confrontation that he could’ve left out… Like the part where he said, “You deserve someone whose heart skips a beat when you smile...like yours used to do to me…” That was stupid. Why did he say that? He was feeling attacked and, honestly he felt hurt even though he had no right to be, he took out his frustrations on you. In the moment, he wanted to hurt you like you were hurting him.

He fucked up and he knew that there was no way you’d ever forgive him. He was drunk and he knew it was no excuse for how he behaved or the things he said that he couldn’t take back but he regretted it all.

He dragged himself back to that bar, mostly just to get his wallet from the table. Part of him wondered if you’d go back to the bar and drink more but he knew that you wouldn’t. When you needed space, you walked around. And he knew that you probably never wanted to see his face again. So he knew that when he got there you wouldn’t be.

As he walked into the bar, you were nowhere in sight. His friends were at the table and looked up as he approached.

“Where’s Y/N?” asked Evie.

“We had a fight and now she hates me,” Baekhyun said, putting his wallet in his pocket.

“Jesus, Baekhyun,” she said, standing up and grabbing her phone. “If you didn’t want to be her boyfriend, fine, but the least you could’ve done was be her fucking friend!”

Evie stormed off, leaving a very angry and uncomfortable aura, Sadie running behind her. Baekhyun sat down next to Daren and Drew quietly. “Well now Evie hates me, too.” Baekhyun picked up the beer that Evie didn’t finish and took a gulp from it. “Cheers.”

Drew watched with confused brows. “What the hell just happened?” * Baekhyun woke up without a hangover thanks to his friends encouraging him to drink water instead of buying another drink to deal with his problems. He told them everything that happened, sometimes giving a little too much information, from when the time Baekhyun first had sex with you up to meeting Kira again to the argument he’d had with you. There was a point where he even cried a little. They didn’t judge him too much but they did tell him that he should’ve told you sooner, when he started having doubts. But he already knew that.

He woke up and reached for his phone. He checked desperately for a message from you but he didn’t find it. His friends tried to stop him from calling and texting you and he supposed it was a good idea. If anything, the conversation might go a little better if you were sober.

He sighed and went into the kitchen for some water. Last night’s events replayed in his head, making him feel even worse than he already did as he poured water into a glass. He took a huge gulp in the hopes that he’d wash those negative feelings away. Unfortunately, it didn’t. He couldn’t take last night back and he was still an asshole.

He retreated back into his room and plopped on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He had a million things he wanted to say to you but he didn’t know how angry at him you were. His phone vibrated and he picked it up to find a text from Kira but not you.

Kira [11:03AM] : Good morning! Hope you slept okay. How was boys’ night?

[11:03AM] : Morning! No hangover, so that’s good :)

He picked up his phone again, clicking on your contact name to call you. The phone rang and rang. He called two more times but you didn’t answer. The third time, he decided to text you instead. Maybe you’d respond to a text instead of a phone call. He’d rather you at least read what he had to say, if anything, even if you didn’t respond.

[11:11AM] : Y/N, I’m sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you. I know that I can’t take back the things I said last night but some of it, I didn’t mean. I was getting upset and I said all the wrong things. I just want to talk to you when we’re sober. Can we please talk things over? * Even two weeks later, you still found your thoughts being invaded by Baekhyun. You’d ignored his texts, opting to read the previews instead. He left you a voicemail the other day that you hadn’t listened to because you didn’t want anything to do with him. You wanted him to be erased from your life. What was worse is that you still liked him. Your heart still dropped every time you got a notification from him and you couldn’t stand him unknowingly having this much power over you.

You spent the past two weeks avoiding Baekhyun like the plague. Thankfully you didn’t have classes with him this semester so the chances of running into him on campus was low. To further prevent any run-ins with him, you avoided the cafeteria and the library and the campus bookstore. Most importantly, you avoided the pool because you knew that Baekhyun liked to use the pool and you avoided the gym just in case he’d decide to go there.

You even avoided your friends a little, always careful to confirm whether or not Baekhyun would be there. And when you decided to hangout with the girls, you made sure it was away from campus or at your apartment.

The last time you saw them Evie said, “He’s really sorry, Y/N. I’m not saying this because I’m taking sides. I’m just saying that maybe you should at least hear what he has to say…”

And you ignored her because you didn’t want to. Hell, you didn’t need Baekhyun, period. You didn’t care what he had to say. Or maybe that was just what you had decided to convince yourself for the time being.

You didn’t feel like spending another Saturday alone with your thoughts. You didn’t want to hang out with your friends from school so you started thinking about other people you could hang out with. For a second, you thought of Sehun. You shook your head, pushing the thought of him away. It had been a month, if not more, since you met him. Would he even remember you? Would he text you back if you texted him right now? What if he was busy? You picked your phone up, deciding that it was worth a shot.

[4:26PM] : Hey, it’s Y/N. Are you free today?

Upon sending it, you almost wished you hadn’t. There was no way he’d respond. It had been so long since you even saw him last. You put the phone down, deciding to do something else instead of stressing out over a text you probably wouldn’t get. You decided to make a cup of tea to ease your mind. You waited for the water in the kettle to boil, staring at the kitchen counter mindlessly. Your thoughts shifted back to Baekhyun but you decided that you spent enough time thinking about him when he was clearly seeing someone else. You sighed and poured the boiled water into your black tea. Enough was enough, you decided, putting your mug on your nightstand.

You glanced at your phone for a few seconds before you looked away, toward your TV. A moment later, you looked at the phone again. You had a staring contest with your phone until you couldn’t take it anymore and gave into temptation, picking up the phone. What you didn’t expect to see was a text message from Sehun.

Sehun [4:29PM] : Only if you’re kind of single ;)

You chuckled at his reply. He was so petty.

[4:35PM] : Definitely single now lol.

Sehun [4:37PM] : You’re in Brooklyn, right? How quickly can you get ready?

* You found yourself walking down a colorful Williamsburg street to meet Sehun. You felt nervous and excited at the same time. You felt bad for taking this long to contact him and you were honestly surprised that he even wrote you back at all. When you texted him, you didn’t even expect a text back. Sehun must’ve been very interested in you to put up with something like that. Because if it had been you, the feeling wouldn’t have been the same.

You were excited because you had finally stopped moping around about Baekhyun. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you still weren’t upset. But enough was enough. There was no reason for you to stay in this Saturday being bored and miserable by yourself. Why not spend time with a man who had shown initiative and appreciated your company.

You found Sehun on a bench outside the bar. He wasn’t paying attention when you were crossing the street, so you saw him before he saw you. He was scrolling on his phone, his leg crossed over the other. As you approached him, he looked up. Seeing you, he smiled.

“Hey,” you said.

He stood up. “Hey...I thought we could grab a drink and talk a little before dinner. There’s this place around the corner I heard is really good.”

You smiled. “Lead the way.”

And with that, he opened the door for the bar. For a Saturday, the bar wasn’t as crowded as it could be. Sehun took a seat at the bar and you sat down next to him. Sehun grabbed the drink menu and handed it to you.

He said, “What kind of drinks do you like?”

With a hum, you replied, “Something a little sweet but not too sweet. What about you?”

“Something strong.”

“That sounds about right.”

The bartender came over with two glasses of water. “Right now, we have a special deal going on. It’s buy one, get one free for select drinks on this menu.” He put a small piece of paper between you, listing all the drinks that were eligible for the deal.

“Will we get drunk?” you asked, glancing at the drinks.

The bartender winked. “I make a pretty strong mojito…” * You felt like a bird being freed from its cage, finally able to set your wings to fly toward a more achievable future. The dreams you’d had of Baekhyun seemed more like a far off memory. Was this what you needed all along? To just forget about him and to focus on yourself? You felt better than you had in weeks. And even though you were on your second drink, you didn’t feel like it mattered.

Sehun didn’t ask about why you didn’t call or text him before. He could’ve asked about it but he chose not to. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he was happy that you’d even texted him before. If you’d been in his shoes, you would’ve been upset about it. You would’ve wondered what you did wrong and if he was even interested in the first place or worse, you would’ve thought that he was playing with you like a video game hooked up to his TV. But no, Sehun kept it simple and you appreciated it.

The more you talked to Sehun, the more you realized you had in common. It was just like the first time you met him in the bar where you talked about any and everything. You noticed small things about him the more you spoke. He nodded often when you were talking and he folded his hands together on the table in between the sips of his mojito. He was the type of person who got distracted easily, glancing every time someone walked in or out of the bar.

You learned that he graduated from Pratt Institute with a degree in video production. He loved cameras and all the things that they could do. He could see the beauty in a photo, in a video, that others couldn’t. Sehun showed you some of the pictures and videos he’d taken. You thought it was amazing that he was so passionate about it and that he talked with such enthusiasm.

Sehun smiled at you. “You know, I had to force myself to go talk to you that day…” He chuckled. “I felt like I was fighting with myself. I thought to myself ‘You have nothing to lose, go talk to her!’ And eventually I did.”

You returned his smile. “What made you want to talk to me?”

“You just looked like you weren’t having a good time...You know, one of those nights where your friends drag you out with them when, in reality, you’d rather be at home watching Netflix. You looked like that. You were frowning like this.” He imitated you, poking his lips out in a pout.

“I don’t pout like that!” you said nudging him.

He laughed and, a second later, so did you. “I’m actually pretty shy...but I don’t know, I feel like I don’t have to be shy around you.”

You felt your stomach grumble. The two of you had been so caught up in the drinks and conversation that you’d completely forgotten about eating. “Not to cut you off but are you starting to get hungry?”

His eyes widened. “Shit, I’m sorry. Yeah, let’s get food.”

Sehun quickly paid the bill and it wasn’t long before you were leaving the bar. Sehun lead the way. “There’s this pizza place that’s not too far away but it’s much better than those dollar slices, I promise.”

“So basically fancy pizza?”

“Pretty much.” * The pizza was amazing and so was Sehun. You hadn’t felt this connected to someone in a while. Sehun wasn’t as loud or outgoing as Baekhyun but you liked that about him. The two of you seemed to balance each other out. But the best part was that the conversation never got boring and you never felt the need to escape as you had with other guys you’d tried dating before. It was refreshing to go out with him. It felt new and spontaneous.

You’d just gotten off of the train. Sehun insisted that he take you home. He said, “There are a lot of strange people outside. I want to make sure you get home safe.” So, here he was. You were a couple blocks away from your building.

You said, “I had a really good time tonight…”

“Me too,” he said. “I’m glad you texted me. I didn’t think you would.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Things were complicated back then,” you said. Then, you let out a sigh. “You probably think I’m an asshole.”

“I don’t think you’re an asshole. When you gave me your number, I knew things were complicated,” he replied. “Did you figure everything out?”

You nodded. “I think so.”

“That’s good,” he said, looking both ways before crossing the street. There was a moment of silence; the only thing you could hear were your shoes hitting the pavement.

“What’s your intention?” you asked, with your eyebrows raised. Though Sehun was a nice guy you wanted to know what he was trying to do with you. Before you got too invested, it was better to ask now rather than later. It was a valid question, right?

Sehun stopped on the corner. “I’m not trying to go with you up to your apartment if that’s what you’re asking me...I wanna take things slow, get to know you first. If it works out between us, I would want to date. I’m more of a relationship person. I don’t like sleeping around.” You nodded, mulling it over. No one had ever approached you like this. Men either definitely wanted to fuck or definitely wanted to date. And Sehun seemed to be closer to wanting to date. “Besides, I think you deserve way more than just some guy who only wants to fuck you.”

The last thing he said stuck with you. It seemed like that sentence would remain with you, sticking to you like glue. Sehun always seemed to say something that made you question yourself and wonder what the hell you were doing. It almost seemed as if Sehun knew about your situation with Baekhyun, though it was obviously just a coincidence.

You approached your building and came to a stop at the door. “Thank you for taking me home.”

Sehun nodded. “It’s one in the morning. You shouldn’t be alone. This street is too dark.”

You smiled, a nervous feeling bubbling up in your core. “We should hang out again.”

“Are you free this week?”

“Yeah. I don’t have anything planned on Friday.”

The corners of his mouth went up into a grin. “Sounds good.”

“Goodnight, Sehun.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Sehun waved as you walked into your building, disappearing through the front door. He hoped that this worked out because, like you, he hadn’t felt like this about someone in a long time. And he had a good feeling about you.

You took a shower when you got upstairs, washing away the sweat and dirt from a pretty hot day. When you got out, you laid on the bed in your towel. You picked up and found that Baekhyun had replied to your Instagram story photo that you’d taken of the pizza. At the time, you felt like being petty so you made sure you got Sehun’s watch in the shot. You wanted him to know that you were moving on, that you were capable of having a love life. He commented with heart eye emojis and you knew it was his way of making his presence know, of trying to slide back into your life somehow.

You sighed, annoyed that you’d come home from such a good date and then Baekhyun had to ruin it. You hadn’t really thought about him tonight, aside from when you posted on Instagram, and he popped in to remind you that there were still some unresolved issues. You knew that you couldn’t run from him forever. Your friends understood that you were upset but they thought you should hear him out, at least, to get closure and move on.

You decided to listen to the voicemail Baekhyun left you. Maybe it would give you the closure you needed.

“Y/N...I know you’re ignoring me so I figured this is the best way to talk to you. First of all, I wanted to say that I’m sorry...for the things I said to you that night. I was harsh and I was being a coward, waiting until I was drunk to tell you the truth. It was something only an asshole would do so, uh, I guess that makes me an asshole. I’m sorry for leading you on for all this time. I just want you to know—and I don’t know if you’ll believe this or not—that I had every intention of dating you officially when I came back from Korea. It’s just recently I realized that I have feelings for someone else. And I’m sorry that I avoided talking about it and that it hurt you. Most importantly, I’m sorry for hurting you. I consider you a close friend and I ruined things between us. I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t have to forgive me and we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I just hope that one day we can at least be friends. Um, take care, Y/N…”

If anything, this voicemail made your feelings more complicated.

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⠀⠀ ⟢ : not so fwb !?

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀what would it take, for real, to make you mine?

i got a taste and now can’t keep off my mind… mine!

★ content: 18+/mdni. 8k+ words. baekhyun x f!reader. fwb au. themes of jealousy and possessiveness. fluff. angst. yearning. unresolved feelings. pet names. explicit language. pwp yet again. marking. biting. teasing. power play. hair pulling. dry humping. fingering + oral (fem receiving). overstimulation. raw juseyo. p in v. bulge kink. creampie. “baekhyun is an ass man,” we all say in unison.

it’s the kind of afternoon that exists in shades of gray—the world outside blurred by the steady rhythm of rain against your window, soft and ceaseless. the air is thick with warmth, the kind that comes from bodies pressed close, legs tangled lazily beneath the shared throw draped over both of you, neither of you making an effort to move. baekhyun’s arm is draped over the back of the couch, fingertips grazing your shoulder in a touch so familiar it feels like muscle memory. the fabric of the blanket is soft, worn-in from too many movie nights and lazy mornings, cocooning you both in the kind of comfort that makes the rest of the world feel distant. neither of you say much. just the occasional sigh, the quiet click of scrolling thumbs, the unspoken understanding that fills the spaces between you.

this isn't unusual. this is your normal.

baekhyun isn’t just your fwb—he’s your best friend, has been for years. before things got messy, before the lines blurred, he was the person who knew you best. and somehow, without realizing it, he became the person who knows you better than anyone else.

but here’s the thing.

somewhere along the way, you started noticing things. things that had always been there, tucked beneath his easy smiles and sharp wit, hidden so well that it took you years to piece it together.

he’s impossible to read—at least, to everyone else.

but not to you. never to you.

because you know him like the back of your hand. you know what it means when his fingers still against his phone screen, when his jaw tenses just slightly before he forces himself to relax. you know what it means when his laugh is just a little too loud, when his sarcasm bites just a little too hard.

he likes you.

likes you, likes you.

it took you an embarrassingly long time to figure it out, but once you did, everything clicked into place. every lingering glance, every absentminded touch, every time he’d find an excuse to stay just a little longer, to pull you just a little closer. it was all there, hidden in plain sight.

and now?

now, you’ve started to feel the same way back.

so when you mention your weekend plans, you don’t miss the way his body stiffens—just barely, just for a fraction of a second.

“oh?” his voice is smooth, effortless, but not quite. there’s something beneath it, something tightly wound, coiled just out of sight.

his eyes stay locked on his phone, frozen in feigned indifference, but you see it anyway—the slight hesitation in his fingers, the way his shoulders tighten before he forces them loose again. like he’s reminding himself to stay cool, to not give anything away.

“that’s… cute,” he finally says, and the sheer absurdity of it almost makes you laugh. almost.

you turn to him then, studying the way he’s trying so hard to seem unaffected. he’s good—you’ll give him that. if you hadn’t already figured him out, you might’ve believed it. but of course, you see right through him.

“cute, huh?” you echo, drawing out the words just enough, teasing, baiting—just enough to make him look up. and when he does, you meet his eyes, feigning innocent curiosity.

his lips curl into a smirk, practiced and easy, the one meant to convince you he doesn’t care. “yeah??? what did you want me to say? ‘sexy’? ‘hot’? ‘groundbreaking’?”

you roll your eyes, nudging your knee against his.

“you wanna say somethin’ else, though.”

his expression doesn’t falter—not completely—but you catch it. that flicker of something in his eyes, sharp and unguarded, gone just as fast as it appears.

he exhales through his nose, shaking his head like you’re the one being ridiculous. “nah,” he says, sinking deeper into the cushions. “just thinkin’ ‘bout how you’ll be bored by dessert.”

you hum, casual. “his name’s kai.”

the scoff slips out before he can stop it, sharp and instinctive. “what the fuck kinda name is ‘kai’?”

your lips twitch. “a normal one? why? what’s wrong with it?”

his mouth presses into a thin line. “i mean, it’s fine,” he mutters, setting his drink down with a little too much force, the can making a hollow thud against the table. “just sounds like the kinda guy who wears sunglasses indoors.”

a laugh bursts from you, quick and unfiltered. “he’s nice.”

baekhyun lets out a slow exhale, dry and humorless. “oh, i’m sure he is.” sarcasm drips from his voice, thick enough to choke on. his fingers scrolling erratically through his phone, restless, like there’s too much energy simmering beneath his skin.

“bet he’s, like, disgustingly polite. probably the type to say ‘milady’ unironically.”

if there had been any doubt before, there isn’t now.

because this? this is jealousy. raw, undiluted, simmering just beneath the surface, poisoning every syllable that leaves his mouth. it carves itself into the sharp set of his jaw, the rigid line of his shoulders, the way his lips press into something dangerously close to a pout. he’s trying—trying so damn hard—to play it cool, to act indifferent, but it’s unraveling at the seams. and you see right through him.

and god, you love it.

love the way his voice curls around every word, sharp and cutting, like he’s daring you to contradict him. love the way his fingers twitch, how he keeps refreshing his fyp like he’s actually watching, when really, he’s too busy seething. love the way he won’t look at you, won’t meet your gaze, because he knows—he knows—one wrong move, and he’ll crack open completely.

you should probably take mercy on him, say something to smooth out the sharp edges in his voice, to ease the storm brewing behind his eyes.

but you don’t.

because watching baekhyun burn for you, watching his jealousy coil around him like a vice, watching his composure slip with every second—it’s intoxicating. exhilarating. a slow, delicious ache curling deep in your stomach.

and you don’t want it to stop.

“baek, are you… jealous?”

he sucks in a sharp breath, scandalized. “me? jealous?” the laugh that escapes him is abrupt, hollow—too forced to be convincing. “pfft. no. absolutely not.”

you just stare, unmoved.

his bravado crumbles in real time. with a dramatic sigh, he slumps back in his seat, arms crossing over his chest like a moody teenager. “okay, fine.…maybe a little.” his eyes dart to yours, expectant. “but can you really blame me? you’re sitting here talking about seeing other people like i’m not literally suffering right in front of you.”

you roll your eyes, lips twitching. “oh, please. you’ve had your fair share of dates.”

“yeah, but—” he falters, his mouth opening and closing as if the right words are just out of reach, slipping through his fingers before he can catch them. his brows knit together, frustration flickering behind his eyes, the war between pride and something far more dangerous waging inside him. “that was before.”

“before what?” you ask, genuinely lost.

a sharp inhale. the kind that presses against his ribs like a vice, like he knows—knows—that once he says it, there’s no taking it back. his throat bobs, hesitation clinging to the air between you, thick and suffocating. and then—

“before i realized that i like you more than i like fucking breathing.”

oh.

oh.

the words spill out, unfiltered, raw—so devastatingly honest that they leave the space between you trembling. his eyes widen, like he’s just now grasping the weight of his own confession, body going rigid as if stillness alone might undo the damage, might rewind time and shove the words back down his throat.

but time is cruel. it doesn’t grant him mercy. and now, all that’s left is silence.

then, slowly, deliberately, your lips curl into a smirk—lazy, teasing, dangerous. it’s a spark in the air, a silent challenge, and you revel in the way his eyes darken just slightly, the way his breath catches, almost imperceptible.

you tilt your head, voice dipping into something syrupy and sweet, thick enough to drown in. “aw, baekhyun,” you croon, stretching out each syllable like you're savoring the taste of his name.

your fingers find his cheek, pinching lightly, taunting. his skin is warm beneath your touch, tinged pink—not just from your words, but from you. from the way you’re playing with him, testing the limits of his control.

“are you saying you have a crush on me?”

it’s a loaded question, wrapped in honey and laced with something sharper. something dangerous.

he groans, a deep, guttural sound of regret, dragging both hands down his face like he can physically erase the last thirty seconds from existence. “okay, can you just, like, forget i said anything? actually, you know what? i take it back. fuck this. i’m going home.”

he shifts, ready to bolt, but you’re faster—your fingers wrap around his wrist, firm yet easy, a gentle tether that keeps him from slipping away. you tug just enough to stop him in his tracks, just enough to make him hesitate.

“i never said i didn’t feel the same way back.”

his entire body locks up, like every muscle has turned to stone. breath hitching, spine straightening—he doesn’t dare move.

“…what?”

you lean in, slow, close enough to see the way his throat bobs, to catch the flicker of something wild in his eyes. you can hear the sharp inhale he takes, like he’s bracing himself, like you’re a live wire and he’s standing too close.

your smile deepens. “i just wanted to see how far i could push you.”

his brows twitch, the corners of his lips pulling down as he exhales through his nose. then, suddenly—“don’t.”

it’s quiet but firm, lacking the usual teasing lilt that laces his words. you blink, caught off guard.

“don’t what?”

“don’t mess with me,” he says, voice low, steady. his eyes, usually bright with mischief, hold something heavier now, something real. “not about this. i’m not playing.”

your fingers curl slightly where they rest on the table, heart stuttering at the way his gaze stays locked onto yours, unwavering.

“and you think i am?”

his jaw tightens, but before he can answer, you shake your head, tilting it slightly as you watch him. “baek, i never said i didn’t feel the same way back.”

his breath catches. whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that.

for the first time in all the years you’ve known him, baekhyun is truly, unmistakably speechless. you’ve done the impossible—you’ve actually managed to shut byun baekhyun up.

his lips part slightly, but no sound follows, no quick-witted remark, no teasing comeback. just silence.

his expression flickers—disbelief, hesitation, something dangerously close to vulnerability. it’s like his brain is still catching up, still buffering, still piecing together the reality that you actually said it.

out loud. undeniable. irreversible.

and judging by the way his breath hitches, the way his fingers tighten against his sides, you’re not sure if he even knows what to do with that.

so, naturally, you push a little further.

leaning in again, voice dropping to something soft, just for him— “what, cat got your tongue?”

his head tilts, gaze narrowing just slightly, and just like that, some of the tension snaps. “you are such a fuckin’ menace.”

“takes one to know one.”

he huffs a laugh, but the tightness in his shoulders doesn’t fully disappear. instead, he leans in too, the space between you suddenly insignificant. “say it again.”

“hmm?”

“what you just said.”

your eyes glint. “what, that you’re a menace?”

his fingers twitch like he’s resisting the urge to strangle you—or kiss you. “you know what i mean.”

you hum, considering. then, with a smirk—“make me.”

it’s the last straw. and before you can register it, his hand is curling around your wrist, pulling you in close enough that you have no choice but to finally—finally—meet him in the middle.

his eyes flicker between yours, searching, dark with something unreadable. the air between you shifts, growing thick, charged, humming with the weight of something unspoken.

“make you, huh?” his voice is quieter now, lower, rough around the edges. “you really wanna test me right now?”

you swallow, refusing to back down, even as his thumb brushes the inside of your wrist, pressing into your pulse like he can feel it racing. your lips twitch. “always.”

a muscle jumps in his jaw. for a second, he says nothing—just watches you, just breathes. the tension in his grip wavers, like he’s hesitating, like he’s teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

then, just as quickly as he pulled you in, he lets go—only to reach for you again, threading his fingers through your hair, his grip tightening just enough to make your breath stutter.

“so you’re serious?” he murmurs, voice slow, deliberate, the weight of his palm against your scalp making heat coil low in your stomach.

you blink. “what?”

“earlier.” his fingers curl tighter, and the tension in his grip sends a shiver down your spine, makes the heat between your legs burn hotter. your breath comes quicker, chest rising and falling in shallow pulls. he notices. of course he notices. “you weren’t just pushing my buttons?”

your throat bobs. your instinct is to tease, to throw something cocky back in his face, but the look he’s giving you makes it impossible. 

“i was pushing your buttons,” you admit, voice quieter now, softer. “but not about that.”

something shifts in his expression, something subtle but enough to make your stomach flip. his fingers tighten again, just slightly, the tension making your thighs press together.

“say. it. again.”

your breath catches. the pressure at your scalp sends another ripple of heat down your spine, and you hate the way it makes you squirm. hate the way he notices.

“what?”

his lips twitch, eyes flicking down to your mouth before dragging back up. his fingers tug—just a little, just enough to make you gasp.

“you know what.”

the words send a shockwave through you, pooling low in your stomach, making you ache. your breath comes faster, chest rising and falling in shallow pulls, and the way his grip tightens—just enough to toe the line between control and indulgence—only makes it worse.

“i feel the same way, baek.”

his breath hitches. his grip doesn’t loosen, doesn’t falter. if anything, his fingers slide lower, curling at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing slow, teasing circles against your skin.

“good.”

his lips crash against yours, warm and unrelenting, and it feels like every unsaid thing, every tease, every lingering glance over the years has been leading to this. he kisses you like he’s making up for lost time, like he’s thought about this one too many times to take it slow now.

because he has.

he’s thought about this for years—long before the late night hookups, before the blurred lines, before he even had the right to touch you the way he’s been touching you for months. back when you were just his best friend, when he had to bite his tongue every time you laughed at his stupid jokes, had to swallow down the jealousy whenever you flirted with someone else.

he thought having you like that—just physically, just for fun—would be enough. that if he could have a taste of you, he could pretend he didn’t want more.

he was wrong.

because nothing about you was ever enough. not when you were sprawled out in his sheets, not when you were gasping his name in the dark, not when you were back to teasing him like none of it meant anything in the morning. every time you walked away, his chest ached with something ugly, something possessive.

and now, finally, finally, he doesn’t have to hold back.

his fingers tighten in your hair, keeping you close, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss, to take more. your breath comes in sharp, uneven pulls, your hands gripping at his shirt, desperate for something to keep you tethered. he makes a low sound against your mouth, something between a sigh and a groan, and the heat in your stomach coils tighter, burning through you like a live wire.

without breaking the kiss, he moves—hands slipping to your waist, gripping tight as he lifts you effortlessly onto his lap. your knees press into the couch on either side of him, his back against the cushions, his hands firm against your hips. the moment you settle, you feel it—hard and thick beneath you, pressing right against your core.

the realization sends a fresh wave of heat through you, your breath hitching. the pressure, the warmth, the way he fits perfectly beneath you—it’s too much, not enough. instinct takes over before you can think better of it, your hips shifting, rolling against him, seeking friction.

his reaction is instant. he groans into your mouth, a deep, guttural sound that makes your thighs tremble. his hands tighten on your waist, guiding you down, pressing you harder against him. the friction sends sparks up your spine, makes you wetter and wetter with every slow, deliberate grind.

“fuck,” he breathes against your lips, his forehead resting against yours for just a second before he captures your mouth again, teeth scraping against your lower lip. his grip on your waist is bruising now, guiding your movements, making you move just the way he wants.

his hands trail back up, fingers tangling in your hair again, and before you can react, he tugs—just enough to make your head tilt back, exposing your throat to him.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear,” he groans, voice rough with need, vibrating against your skin.

then his lips are on your neck, warm and wet, sucking hard enough to leave his mark. he nips at your skin, soothing each bite with his tongue, branding you as his. his. his.

but that’s the thing, isn’t it?

you’ve never been his.

not really.

not in the way he wanted you.

not in the way he needed you.

his hands grip tighter, frustration bleeding into his touch, a quiet kind of desperation behind every press of his lips against your skin. he spent months pretending this didn’t mean anything to you, that you weren’t the only person he’s ever truly wanted.

but now, you’ve said it.

“i feel the same way.”

and for the first time, he lets himself believe it.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he mutters against your skin, his voice rough, barely more than a growl. his hands slide lower, fingers splaying wide over your ass before gripping tight, pressing you down against him again. the heat between you is unbearable, the friction making you dizzy, needy. “but you keep teasing me like this, and i swear—” his breath is hot against your throat, “—i'll fuckin' ruin you.”

the warning sends a sharp jolt of heat straight to your core, your thighs clenching involuntarily. you smirk, rolling your hips against him again, pushing, testing. “is that a threat or a promise, baek?”

his grip tightens instantly, his fingers digging into your flesh as his teeth graze your pulse, tongue flicking over the spot right before he bites down—just enough to make you gasp. “ya wanna find out?”

you meet his gaze, pupils blown wide, your lips curling into something slow, deliberate, knowing. “yeah,” you breathe, heat lacing every syllable, “i think i do.”

he doesn’t wait for anything else.

in one swift motion, he lifts you off his lap like you weigh nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries you, his mouth never leaving yours. the world spins, but he’s the only thing you can focus on—the strength of his arms around you, the press of his chest against yours, the way his lips move with a hunger that makes your head light.

before you can even process it, you’re being laid down on your bed, the mattress dipping beneath you. but you don’t let him go far—your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt, yanking him down with you, refusing to let there be even an inch of space between you. his lips crash against yours, his body slotting against yours like it was meant to be there.

you pull him down further, guiding him to sit back against the headboard, and without hesitation, you climb into his lap again, knees bracketing his hips. he doesn’t waste a second—his hands roam, exploring, claiming, sliding up your spine, gripping your waist, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

his mouth is on yours again, but this time, it’s different.

it’s deeper.

more desperate.

more real.

before, when you were just messing around as friends with benefits, yeah, the passion was there—but this is something else entirely. it’s more. more romantic. more sensual. more intimate.

and god, you’re as fucking hungry for him as he is for you.

he bucks his hips into you again, the hardness of his cock straining against his pants, pressing right against the ache between your thighs. the friction alone has you gasping into his mouth, grinding down to chase more of it, more of him.

he groans at the feeling, the sound vibrating against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. but it’s your whimper that’s his undoing.

his hands tighten on your hips, fingers flexing, gripping, guiding as he presses you down harder, rolling your hips against him in slow, delicious circles. his breath shudders, his forehead dropping against yours, and for a moment, all you can hear is the ragged sound of his breathing, the way it mixes with yours, the way it makes your stomach tighten.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he breathes, his voice wrecked, strained, like he’s barely holding himself together. his lips ghost over yours again, teasing, taunting, before dipping to your neck, where he bites down hard enough to make you gasp.

“then let me,” you whisper, grinding against him again, feeling how he twitches beneath you, how he’s already so close to snapping.

and when he groans your name, when his fingers dig into your skin like he can’t bear the thought of letting you go—

you know neither of you will be stopping anytime soon.

in one swift motion, he flips you onto your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his lips move—trailing down your neck, grazing over your collarbone, setting your skin ablaze with every touch. his fingers slip beneath your shirt, pushing it up, his lips following, mapping out every inch of newly exposed skin, worshiping.

he kneels between your legs, eyes locked on yours, dark and hungry. for a moment, he just stares, like he’s committing you to memory, like nothing else has ever mattered.

“lemme taste you,” he breathes, voice thick with want, hands already tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

you nod—barely a whisper of a movement—before he’s peeling them away, along with your underwear, leaving you bare beneath him.

his groan is low, reverent, eyes flicking up to meet yours before he dips down, lips pressing soft, teasing kisses to the inside of your thighs, taking his time, savoring.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, fingers spreading you open as he licks his lips, gaze dark and intent. “and all mine.”

you bite your lip as he settles between your thighs, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with hunger. “baek—”

his breath ghosts over your core, a tease, a promise—before his mouth is on you, tongue flicking, lips wrapping around the most sensitive part of you like he’s been starving for this, for you.

your back arches, a broken moan slipping free as he pulls you closer, burying himself between your legs, like he never wants to come up for air.

the moan that escapes you is unfiltered, raw, and when he groans against you in response, the vibration of it sends a shudder down your spine, splintering whatever self control you had left.

baekhyun is relentless. his fingers press into your thighs, grip firm, commanding—possessive in a way that leaves no room for doubt. he holds you exactly where he wants you, exactly where he needs you, like letting go isn’t an option. and maybe for him, it isn’t.

he devours you like a man with something to prove, with a hunger so raw, so consuming, it borders on desperate. every flick of his tongue, every teasing stroke is deliberate, each movement designed to unravel you, to make sure you never—ever—think about anyone else again.

and judging by the way your head tilts back, lips parting on a shattered gasp, your breath stuttering into ragged, uneven moans, he’s succeeding. fucking spectacularly.

pleasure coils hot and tight in your core, a live wire sparking under his touch. his tongue moves with purpose—tasting, teasing, demanding. every time you think you’ve caught your breath, he pulls you deeper, dragging you under with a well-placed flick, a slow, devastating suck.

he groans against you, the sound deep and wrecked, vibrating through every inch of your body like an electric current. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging, needing something to ground yourself as the tension inside you stretches impossibly tight.

“that’s it,” he rasps, voice thick with satisfaction, his grip tightening as he holds you firm, making sure you take everything he gives. his breath is hot against your skin, a low hum vibrating through you before he murmurs, voice wrecked and desperate, “make a mess, baby. lemme taste all of you.”

and you do.

the tension snaps like a rubber band pulled too tight, breaking apart all at once, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense they steal the air from your lungs. your body locks up, back arching, hands twisting in his hair as your release spills from you in breathless, whimpering cries.

but baekhyun doesn’t stop—not yet. he works you through it, tongue lapping up every last tremor, hands steadying you as your legs tremble, as your body melts under the force of your own pleasure.

only when you’re boneless, breathless, completely spent, does he finally ease up. he presses one last, lingering kiss against your skin before pulling back just enough to look at you—lips slick, pupils blown wide, his breath coming just as uneven as yours.

his expression is pure, unabashed pride. pure, unfiltered satisfaction.

like he just ruined you.

like he’d do it again.

and he will.

before you can even catch your breath, before the tremors in your body fully subside, baekhyun’s grip tightens. his fingers, still warm from where they had been sinking into your thighs, drag up the length of your body, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the way you tremble beneath his touch.

“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice thick, almost reverent. his thumb traces the inside of your thigh, featherlight, a teasing contrast to the way his other hand cups the curve of your hip, grounding you. “all wrecked and sweet for me. but you’re not done yet, are you?”

your body jerks as his fingers ghost over your over sensitive core, a fresh wave of heat pooling in your belly at the implication. you should be spent, should be boneless and useless in his hands—but then he’s slipping two fingers inside you with ease, still soaked, still desperate for more.

you choke on a gasp, legs threatening to snap shut, but he’s faster—he spreads you open, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. his smirk is dark, smug, knowing.

“there we go,” he coaxes, curling his fingers just right, pressing into that spot that makes your vision blur. “you can take it. let me have one more.”

it’s not a request.

his pace is unrelenting, fingers moving in perfect rhythm, dragging you back to the edge as if your body was made for him to pull apart. your hands grasp at his shoulders, searching for something to hold onto, something to ground yourself against the pleasure that builds too fast, too strong.

“baek—” his name spills from your lips, barely a sound, just a breathy, broken plea.

he shushes you gently, leaning in, mouth brushing against your ear as he whispers, “i wanna feel ya fall apart again, baby. be good for me, yeah?”

his thumb finds your clit, circles it with devastating precision, and that’s it—that’s all it takes for you to unravel completely.

the pleasure crashes over you in a tidal wave, stronger than before, knocking the air from your lungs as your body clenches around his fingers. a choked cry leaves your lips, hands clutching onto him as he works you through it, not stopping until every last tremor fades, until you’re shaking, whimpering, utterly spent in his hold.

only then does he slow, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, grounding you in the aftermath of it all.

“that’s my girl,” he murmurs, lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “so good for me.”

your breathing is still uneven, body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but there’s something else now—something new simmering beneath your skin. the heat pooling low in your stomach isn’t just from what baekhyun’s done to you. it’s from the way he’s looking at you now, eyes dark and hooded, his lips parted as he watches you slowly come down from your high.

but then you see it.

the way his length strains against his boxers, thick and aching, the outline so prominent it makes your breath hitch. the fabric does little to hide just how hard he is, every inch pressing tight, desperate for relief. but it’s the darkened spot of precum seeping through, staining the soft material, that sends a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

your mouth waters.

the sight alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine, to make your thighs clench in anticipation. a deep, insatiable hunger curls low in your stomach, settling there like fire, like need. your breath stutters, lips parting slightly as your gaze locks onto the outline straining against his pants. every slight twitch, every flex beneath the fabric makes your pulse pound, makes heat lick at the edges of your self-control.

you shift, fingers aching to touch, to feel. your hands slip down his stomach, tracing over firm muscle, the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin barrier of his shirt. your fingers ghost along the waistband of his boxers, teasing the edge, ready to slip lower, to give in to the craving that’s been building between you all night.

but before you can go any further, his hand snaps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“baby,” he breathes, voice hoarse, wrecked, like he’s barely holding on, “don’t.”

you glance up at him through your lashes, your gaze flickering between the sharp cut of his jaw and the thick bulge straining against his boxers. the sight of it, of him, makes something hot and needy coil in your stomach. you let your tongue flick out, wetting your lips, slow and intentional.

his reaction is immediate.

his grip on your waist tightens, fingers pressing into your skin like he’s holding onto the last threads of his restraint. his jaw clenches, his entire body going rigid, muscles tensed like he’s barely keeping himself in check.

“but, baek,” you murmur, letting the tease slip into your tone, leaning in until your lips brush against the sharp curve of his jaw. “lemme take care of you.”

his breath stutters, a deep groan slipping past his lips as his head tips back, exposing the smooth column of his throat for just a moment—before he exhales a shaky breath, forcing himself to pull away.

“fuck.” his voice is wrecked, strained, laced with something almost painful. his fingers push through his hair, frustration evident in every movement, his eyes squeezing shut like he’s at war with himself. “you have no actual fucking idea how much i want you to suck me off right now, sweetheart.”

the confession alone sends a shiver down your spine, heat licking at your insides, your thighs pressing together involuntarily.

he sees it. of course he sees it.

baekhyun curses low under his breath, his grip flexing against your skin, his restraint visibly unraveling. his nostrils flare as he exhales hard, shaking his head like he can’t believe himself.

“you don’t get it,” he huffs, running a hand down his face, voice thick with something almost desperate. “i can’t believe i’m stopping you right now, but—”

his eyes snap back to yours, dark and serious, the teasing edge gone, replaced with something deeper, something raw. his fingers reach out, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze head on.

“i just confessed to you.” his voice drops lower, thick with emotion, the weight of his words pressing into your chest. “i’ve been dreaming about this day for so fucking long. there were times i thought it’d never come.”

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, slow, reverent, as if memorizing the shape of it.

“but it did.” his lips part, his breath coming faster, his thumb pressing down just a little harder. “you’re here, and i’m here, and—fuck, baby—i need to feel you.”

he swallows hard, his jaw working as he exhales, his eyes dropping to your lips, then lower, drinking you in.

“need to cum by fucking you.”

the words send fire racing through your veins, your stomach flipping, thighs pressing together again, but this time, he doesn’t just see it—he reacts.

his hands slide down, gripping your hips tight, and in one swift motion, he flips you onto your back, caging you beneath him. his mouth crashes against yours, all restraint gone, and you barely have a second to breathe before his hands are roaming, his hips pressing down, his body slotting against yours like he was always meant to be there.

you let his words settle between you, thick with want and something deeper, something that makes your chest tighten. but then you shift, just enough to feel the hard press of him against you, and a slow, knowing smile tugs at your lips.

“eager, aren’t we?” you tease, fingers tracing the sharp cut of his jaw, tilting his face toward yours.

he exhales sharply, his breath coming in heavy, uneven pulls, his lips still swollen, still slick from everything he’s already done to you. his hands tighten on your waist, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“always when it comes to you.”

his voice is rough, reverent, edged with something raw, something vulnerable. his eyes burn into yours, dark and hungry, like he still can’t believe you’re really here beneath him, giving yourself to him completely—not just physically, but in the way he’s craved for so long.

because he’s had you before. so many times. against walls, in the backseat of his car, on his couch at ungodly hours when neither of you could pretend to be just friends. but this? this is different.

this is the first time he’s having you knowing that you’re his.

his cock is heavy against your inner thigh, thick and flushed, the heat of him making your stomach tighten. you shift beneath him, pressing your hips up, desperate for him to close the aching space between you.

a groan rips through his chest as he ruts against your folds, the sound so guttural it sends a shiver down your spine, makes your toes curl. and then—he’s inside you.

the stretch is deep, unbearable in the most intoxicating way, his hips flush against yours like he can’t get close enough, like he won’t be satisfied until he’s completely buried in you. his breath stutters, uneven, forehead pressing against yours as his arms cage you in, fingers digging into the cushions like he’s holding on for dear life.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, his grip on your waist tightening like he’s trying to keep himself from slamming all the way in too fast. “feels different. fuck—feels better.”

and it does. it’s not just the pleasure, not just the way he fits so perfectly inside you—it’s the weight of everything that’s led up to this moment. it’s the way he needs you, the way he wants you—not just as his best friend, not just as his late-night escape, but as his.

he pulls out just enough before thrusting back in, slow and deep, stretching you open in a way that feels deliberate—like he’s making sure you feel every inch of him, every slow, dragging movement.

the pleasure is sharp, overwhelming, leaving you breathless. your back arches, your nails dragging down his back as a moan spills from your lips.

his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he moves faster, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate. the room fills with the sound of skin against skin, the heavy breaths, the low, guttural moans spilling from his lips.

he moves—no, he takes. thrusting into you with a kind of desperation that steals the air from your lungs, makes your head spin, like he’s been starving for this, starving for you. there’s nothing controlled about it, nothing measured. it’s raw, reckless, a need too overwhelming to contain.

his moans spill into your ear, unfiltered and unrestrained, broken whimpers between kisses that miss their mark—his mouth barely finding yours, too caught up in the feeling, too lost in you. his grip on your hips is bruising, possessive, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go, like he you’re drowning in him, in his touch, in the way he’s fucking you like he’s never going to get the chance again.

his mouth finds yours again, messy, consuming, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip before he groans into your mouth, “you’re mine, ya hear me?”

his words make heat lick up your spine, make your walls clench around him, and he chokes out a curse, his pace stuttering for just a second before he recovers, fucking you harder.

“say it,” he demands, voice thick with need, his hands tightening on you. “say you’re mine.”

you’re barely coherent, pleasure clouding every thought, but you manage to gasp out, “i’m yours, baek—i’m yours. yours, yours, yours!”

his thrusts grow more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the heavy, ragged breaths filling the space between you. he’s so deep, so warm, stretching you just right, and you can feel the tension building in every inch of his body—he’s close. so close.

his forehead presses against yours, his breath coming in uneven pulls, voice wrecked as he rasps, “holy fuck—hah—where do you want me, princess?”

his words send a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you can’t think, can’t breathe—because before now, before this night, before you and him became something more, he never asked.

not once.

when you were just friends with benefits, he always pulled out. always. because it was never supposed to mean anything. it was never supposed to be deeper than the heat of the moment.

but now, with his body pressed against yours, his hands gripping your waist like he’s terrified of letting go, his voice rough with something raw, something real—it’s different.

your eyes flicker open, meeting his, dark and desperate, waiting for your answer.

slowly, deliberately, your hand slips between your bodies, trailing down until your fingertips brush over your lower belly.

you press lightly against the soft skin there, your meaning unmistakable.

his breath catches.

his hips stutter.

his grip tightens on you like a vice, his fingers digging into your flesh as a deep, guttural groan rips from his throat. “fuck—you serious?”

your lips curl into a slow, teasing smile, your nails scraping gently along the back of his neck. “want you to cum inside me, baek.”

his jaw clenches, a curse slipping from his lips, his entire body tensing like he’s barely holding on by a thread. “baby, you can’t just—nngghhh—” his voice is wrecked, unraveling, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he takes a shuddering breath. “do ya even know what you’re askin’ me?”

you let out a soft hum, tilting your hips up, making him sink even deeper. “mmmh—i do.”

he lifts his head just enough to meet your gaze again, and whatever he sees there—trust, want, love—completely wrecks him.

his hands grab at you, his hips snapping forward as his control finally snaps, fucking into you rougher, deeper, chasing the high threatening to consume him. “gonna fill ya up, baby,” he groans, voice breaking. “ya want me to cum right here, yeah?” his palm covers your lower belly, pressing just enough to make your walls flutter around him. “ya want me to put it all inside you?”

your head tips back, pleasure crashing over you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cry out, “yes—yes, baek, please!”

his breath shudders, his body locking up as his hips jerk forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go. “fuck—take it, baby—” his groan is broken, reverent, his body trembling as warmth floods into you, his fingers gripping you like he never wants to let go.

he stays inside you, still pulsing, still gasping, his body molded to yours like he never wants to leave. his breath is warm against your skin, his lips pressing slow, lingering kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—like he’s trying to tether himself to reality, to this moment, to you.

“mine,” he whispers, his voice still shaking, thick with something unspoken, something deeper than just possession. his hand slides down between your bodies, smoothing over your stomach, fingers splaying wide across your skin—right over where his release is buried deep inside you. his palm lingers there, like he wants to brand the moment into existence. “all mine.”

his weight presses into you, grounding you, his heartbeat hammering against your chest in a rhythm that matches your own. but he doesn’t move to pull away. he just stays there, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mixing with yours, his fingers stroking slow, lazy circles into your skin—like he’s memorizing every inch of you all over again.

like he’s making sure this isn’t a dream.

silence stretches between you, thick and warm, the air still heavy with the aftermath of everything that just happened. you can feel the way his body trembles slightly, the way his breathing is still uneven, how every muscle in him is completely spent—but he still refuses to let go.

then, after a long moment, he shifts just enough to lift his head, blinking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, utterly dazed, drenched in sweat, looking completely ruined.

his lips part, breath still ragged, and then—

“sooooo,” he exhales, voice hoarse, broken, still struggling to catch up. “does this mean we’re dating now?”

for a second, you just stare at him, lips twitching, the sheer absurdity of the question catching you completely off guard.

then, before you can stop it, laughter bubbles up, light and breathless, shaking through your chest as you smack his shoulder. “you just told me you love me, and now you’re asking?”

he grins—lazy, lopsided, fucking smug—his fingers tightening around your waist as he presses another kiss to your lips, this one softer, sweeter, but still just as him.

“wanted to make sure,” he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze again, something soft flickering behind his eyes. “‘cause ’m not lettin’ ya take it back.”

and with the way he looks at you—like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment, like he’d relive every second of his past just to end up right here—you know you never would.

“of course we're dating, dummy,” you huff, rolling your eyes, breath still uneven as your fingers trace lazy circles along his shoulder. “although asking me like this isn’t really romantic, considering your dick is still inside me.”

baekhyun grins, completely unbothered, his hands squeezing your waist, keeping you right where you are. “what if i asked you to marry me? would that make it more romantic?”

you let out a breathy laugh, smacking his chest. “shut up.”

with that, you giggle, pushing him off of you, and he groans dramatically, his hands slipping from your body as you roll out from under him. he hisses when his cock finally slides out, still sensitive, still twitching from how wrecked he is.

“jesus—” he exhales, flopping onto his back, eyes trailing after you as you slip off the bed, making your way toward the bathroom.

he barely hears the water running, too distracted by the way your ass moves as you walk away, your hips swaying, still flushed from where he’d been gripping you moments ago. his stomach tightens, his tongue swiping over his lips as he watches, completely transfixed.

“is this the right time to say how many kids i want, too?”

you snort, shaking your head, but before you can say anything, you hear the bed creak behind you, followed by the sound of footsteps padding across the floor.

you don’t even have to turn around to know he’s following you.

the second you step into the shower, warm water cascading over your skin, his arms snake around your waist from behind, his chest pressing against your back, skin to skin, heat to heat.

you inhale sharply when you feel it—his cock, already rock hard again, pressing against the curve of your ass.

“baekhyun,” you sigh, exasperated but undeniably amused, your hands bracing against the cool tile as steam curls around you.

“hmm?” he hums, voice smooth, unbothered, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. his breath is warm against your damp skin, his fingers splaying wide over your stomach as he pulls you flush against him. “you just looked too good walkin’ away.”

his voice dips, thick with something darker, something indulgent. “and you know how obsessed i am with this ass.”

as if to prove his point, his hands slide lower, palms broad and firm as they knead into the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing, molding, claiming. his grip is possessive, fingers sinking in like he wants to feel every inch of you beneath his touch.

then, without warning—SMACK!

a sharp gasp leaves your lips as the sound echoes through the steam-filled bathroom, the sting blooming across your skin in delicious contrast to the warmth of the water. heat surges through you, pooling deep in your stomach, and before you can even process the sensation, you feel it—

his cock twitching against your ass.

baekhyun groans, low and deep, his fingers tracing over the spot he just marked, admiring the way a perfect red handprint begins to bloom against your skin. his breath stutters, his chest rising and falling against your back as he drags his nails lightly over the sensitive flesh, soothing the sting before gripping it again.

his lips ghost over your shoulder, slow and sensual, dragging warmth across your damp skin. each kiss is open mouthed, wet, indulgent—like he’s savoring the taste of you, like he’s branding you beneath the steam.

then, his teeth graze—just barely, just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your body tense, to send a pulse of heat straight to your core. the sting is fleeting, soothed by the slow drag of his tongue, but it’s enough.

enough to leave a mark.

enough to unravel you.

his hands move lower, fingertips teasing at the sensitive space between your thighs, parting you with ease, and his voice drops, thick and teasing—

“besides, baby—” his fingers press in, slow but insistent, “—you didn’t really think i was done with you, did you?”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ i wrote all 8k+ words in like five hrs yesterday like i'm so srs when i say mommy lisa’s ovulation demon did not fuck around w this one 😭😭😭😭 hope you liked it my besties!!! mwah lmk what u think hehe i love u guys <3333

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[eomayas]

may i ask a baekhyun scenario? unplanned pregnancy and he doesn't want the baby. reader resists. anything about cold/bad/fucboy or what else 🤣 but happy end please. 🥺🥺 I want to see s/o's happiness.

omg 😭 anon i’m so sorry for how this turned out i hope you like it 😭😭😭 fuckboy baekhyun makes me feel insane i feel crazy for writing this! beware of the worst baekhyun you’ll probably ever read on my page ! i do not condone this behavior at all yall.. have fun with this. thank you for the ask also!! 🩷🩷

unplanned • bbh [req]

pairing: fuckboy!baekhyun x pregnant!reader, fwb (?) relationship

synopsis: you find out you’re pregnant with baekhyuns baby, and he wants nothing to do with you (or it).

genre: ANGSTTTTTTTTTT

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, baekhyun is awful, like really awful. reader has a poor sense of self worth/respect :((. but the ending is kind of happy (ish??).

two red lines only mean one thing on this test; so does the word ‘pregnant’. three pregnancy tests lay on your bathroom counter, all concluding the same thing: you’re pregnant.

“well?” your friend, chaeyoung, asks on the other line. you called her when you woke up vomiting, after feeling nauseous for the last three days. she’s the one who bought you the tests, dropping them off at your work on her lunch break and telling you to call her immediately when you take them.

you don’t even know how your lasted at work today, feeling sick the entire day and vomiting every time you went to the bathroom. you had hoped it was just food poisoning, and had managed to convince yourself all day that it was, even when chaeyoung brought you the tests. up until now, your hope for food poisoning was going strong.

letting out a shaky breath, you say, “well, im pregnant,” your voice breaking on the last syllable. a nasty sob escapes your mouth and you drop the phone onto the counter, covering your mouth as the tears start streaming. your whole body shakes as you bawl into your hands, your tears gathering in your hands and sliding down your arms.

“i’m coming over,” you hear chaeyoung say, and you start shaking your head as if she can see you.

“no, chae, it’s fine,” you cry, wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand, though it does nothing because the tears keep flowing. you’re not ready to have a baby, not even close. it wasn’t even planned.

“y/n, i’m coming over,” your friend says. you can hear shuffling, and you panic as you try to find the nicest way to tell her to stay the hell away from you.

“chae, stop please! i just want to be alone right now,” you sniffle and hear her sigh.

“you need support.”

“i haven’t even told baekhyun,” you moan out, the realization crashing down on you. that alone makes you start bawling again, not ready to deal with him and his reaction to this.

“oh god. y/n, i feel like i should come over,” chaeyoung says, and because she’s your best friend and you don’t have any energy to fight with her, you mumble an ‘ok’.

twenty minutes later, chaeyoung arrives with boba and a few snacks. you feel drained, and your skin feels tight due to the dried tears on your face. chaeyoung throws her arms around you once she’s inside of your apartment and all of her items are on the counter.

the two of you don’t say anything as you hug tightly, silently crying on her shoulder. chaeyoung rubs your back soothingly and tells you that it’ll be okay, but you don’t believe her. there’s so many things that you need to do, like tell your family, figure out doctors appointments, build a nursery, talk to the father of your child. but nothing feels possible, it all feels overwhelming and out of reach. “cmon, let’s sit,” chaeyoung says, grabbing the drinks and walking into your living room.

the both of you sit on your couch and pop the straws through the film lid, and drink. you barely take a sip, letting your lips wrap loosely around the straw, your mind everywhere but here. “talk ti me, y/n. let it all out,” chaeyoung says, scooting closer to you and wrapping her arms around you. you lean into her and let out a shaky breath.

all you can think about is baekhyun, and his reaction. you know it’ll be bad, and you’ll probably end up crying like you always do. he doesn’t spare your feelings ever, and can’t imagine him doing so when you tell him, and it makes your heart ache in the worst way. if your relationship wasn’t already messy and bad enough, it just got incredibly worse.

“i cant tell baekhyun,” you say. you feel chaeyoung let out a breath, and you’re grateful that you can’t see her face, because her expression would definitely make you cry. chaeyoung hates baekhyun, to put it simply, and has made ir clear that she doesn’t support you fucking with him to any degree.

“you know you have to,” she says. you close your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “do it now, before it’s too late.” and by too late, she means before you have 3 months to figure out if you’re going to be a single parent, or not.

you’d like to think that baekhyun wouldn’t be against raising this baby with you, but you know, deep down, that he he is going to be. hell would have to freeze over before he’d even consider playing the role of this baby’s father.

you pull yourself out of chaeyoungs embrace and lean back against the couch. you feel her eyes on you, and you take a drink of your boba to busy yourself. “you know i’ll always be here for you,” she says, and you nod. chaeyoung and you have been through a lot, emotionally, and it all started when you began sleeping with baekhyun. she hated (and still does) the way he treated you, like you a toy he could play with when he was bored. he’d call you up in the middle of the night and tell you to come over, hed show up unannounced and expect you to be ready and waiting for him, hed message and go out with other women, and you’d still stick around. for some reason, you defended him from all of her criticisms, which was the main reason the both of you stopped communicating for awhile.

“i know,” you say quietly.

“and i care about you. which is why this is the one and only time i’m going to tell you to call him, because he deserves to know,” she says, running a hand through her hair. you think back to your phone that you left in the bathroom, and you wished you would have flushed it down the toilet instead.

you can’t even think about what you’d even text him. you rarely ever ask him for favors, like to call you, nor do you ever really text him. you once tried to keep a conversation with him, but by the third text he stopped responding, and didn’t respond for days until he told you he was on his way to your house.

begrudgingly, you get up and walk to the bathroom to retrieve your phone. you open it and click on your messages with baekhyun, and start to scroll.

thursday

y/n: are you busy?

6:23 pm

baekhyun: come over

11:53 pm

tuesday

y/n: come over?

7:30 pm

saturday

y/n: come to onyx tonite

8:50 pm

friday

baekhyun: come over

10:35 pm

y/n: ok omw

10:37 pm

you could cry, looking at the messages. it’s pathetic, really. you guys never really communicated beyond being in the bed with each other. the only times you both talked, was during the beginning, but once he figured out that you were at his beck and call, the talking dwindled. sometimes, all you got from him were grunts, not even a greeting.

you sulk back into the living room, phone in hand and dignity in the garbage. “what do i even say?” you ask your friend.

“tell him to come over,” she sighs, rubbing her forehead. you bite your bottom lip and aimlessly type the message and send it without second thought. you gingerly take a seat on the couch, your phone burning a hole in your hand.

you expected silence, and after ten minutes and no response from him, you sigh and pick your phone up, contemplating if you should text him again. “just do it,” chaeyoung says, reading your mind. and so you double text him, for the first time since you two got involved. in the beginning, you didn’t feel uneasy about double texting, but that fear quickly seeped in when he simply wouldn’t respond, like ever, to any message if you sent more than one.

when you don’t get another response after a total of thirty minutes, you dial his number, almost blindly. you can’t even remember the last time you called him, but you have this number memorized despite it all. it’s tattooed in your brain from all the times you wanted to but didn’t.

the line rings and rings, until you get the message to leave a voicemail. so you do. “hey, baek… come over when you get this,” you say, and quickly end the call. your stomach has dropped to your ankles, and you want to die.

chaeyoung anxiously chews at her fingernails. “call again,” she says.

“but he’s not going to answer. and i dont want to tell him over the phone,” you say, tightly holding your phone between your hands.

“just try again. trust me.”

so you do. and to your surprise, he answers towards the last couple of rings, pure agitation in his voice. “fuck, y/n, what?” he asks. baekhyun pushes the forehead of sohee, the girl currently on her knees in between his legs, away from his crotch. “what do you want?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. sohee rests her cheek against his thigh and looks up at him, and baekhyun smirks down at her and drags a hand down the side of her face before pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb.

“i-i just wanted to see if you were free,” you say, cursing yourself mentally and not having your shit together. baekhyun didn’t like when you were unsure or nervous about something; it turned him off. if you were indecisive about going to his house or yours, he’d just cancel all together. “just come over when you can, ‘kay?” you say, pacing the living.

“yeah, okay, whatever. that it?” he asks, pulling him thumb out of sohee’s mouth.

“yes, by-“ he doesn’t let you finish and hangs up, tossing his phone behind him and looking down at the poor girl between his legs. if she had any bit of brains, she’d leave now and never look back. but like most of the women baekhyun is involved with, they never do.

when baekhyun is done with sohee, he leaves without as much as a goodbye. he vaguely tells her he’ll see her again, but never specifies when. she watches him leave, feeling confused and empty and wanting more. and maybe that’s why they all stick around for him, because he leaves them feeling like a piece of them is missing and they’re desperately chasing it, trying to get it back.

he decides to entertain you and come over, despite your neediness. that’s another thing baekhyun didnt appreciate; clingy and neediness. he hated when women wanted him so much, it made him feel trapped and confined. baekhyun didn’t like feeling trapped or tied down to anything.

baekhyun doesn’t text you that he’s on his way, he just shows up at your door. when you hear the knocks, you jump up, having forgotten that he was supposed to come over because two hours feels like ages ago.

when you look through the peephole, your heart drops and your palms start to sweat. you pull the door open and baekhyun up-nods at you and let’s himself in. you close the door behind him and lean against it as he comfortably makes his way through your house. that is all about to change in a few seconds.

you make your way into the living room and see bakehyun sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone. he looks up when he hears your foot steps, and frowns. “why are you acting weird?” he asks.

“i’m not,” you definitely are.

“yes, you are. stop it,” he says, going back to his phone. it’s now or never.

“baekhyun, i need to talk to you,” you say, still standing in the entry of your living room. he lets out a sigh and looks at you, his expression a cross between irritation and panic.

“about what?” he all but groans out. when you asked him over, he had expected (and hoped) for less talking and a lot more sex.

you lick your lips and shyly cross your arms in front of your chest. “i’m… im pregnant,” you say, looking him in the eye. he stares at you blankly, his mind unable to process your words.

“what?”

“baekhyun…” you say, taking a step towards him and then retreating. you really can’t say it again; it’s already too real.

“you’ve got to be fucking with me? you’re fucking with me, right?” he says, running a hand through his dark hair. you only shake your head, and he scoffs. “well, it’s not mine.” he says plainly, going back to his phone.

at this, you frown. “what? yes it is, baekhyun. i’ve only slept with you,” you say, a storm brewing in your head at him insinuating that you’ve been sleeping around. if anybody’s been sleeping around, it’s him. when you two first got together, he had asked you not to sleep with anybody else, and you didn’t see anything wrong with that. but now, you feel like maybe you should have.

“i don’t care; you don’t have any proof, y/n. that baby isn’t mine,” he says harshly. tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.

“this baby is yours! and you’re going to help me raise it!” you say, wiping at your eyes.

“like hell i am. i don’t give a fuck, y/n. i don’t want this baby, and you shouldn’t either. we aren’t even fucking together,” he spits, shaking his head, and that weight settles. you and baekhyun don’t even have a relationship label. you wouldn’t even know how to refer to him if somebody asked you who he was to you. friend was too mild, because you do things most friends don’t do to each other, and you don’t know that much about him. lovers isn’t even remotely true, because there is no love between the two of you. you’re somewhere higher than a friend, but lower than a lover, which is practically hell.

your mind drifts off to remember the time he invited you to his family’s barbecue. you practically met everyone in his family, danced with his grandma and little cousins, helped his mother in the kitchen. you thought he’d ask you out after that, but he never did. instead, he constantly reminded you that you two were not together.

“i don’t care,” you say quietly. “this is your baby. you’re going to help.” you tell him.

“y/n, i always use a condom. this baby isn’t fucking mine—what don’t you understand?”

you shake your head. for all of the times he’s used a condom, there is, of course, the one time he didn’t. and you remember it clear as day. you were the one who told him to get one, even though both of you were tipsy, you were still able to understand that. he told you he’d pull out, and did everything but. you can still remember the feeling of being so full of him. it still makes your knees weak.

“you didn’t the night after sehuns party,” you say.

“it was one time!” he shouts, as if he never took sex-ed. one time is all it takes—everybody knows that. “fuck, y/n. why do you want to keep this baby. are you trying to ruin my life?”

“i’m not trying to do anything. you think i want to be pregnant? baekhyun, i’m only 27! i’m not ready to be a fucking mother, but this is my reality right now!” you yell back, and it dawns on you that this is the most you’ve both ever spoken in a single meeting.

he shakes his head. “what do you want from me, y/n? i’m not raising this fucking baby with you—i’ll pay for you to get rid of it, but i’m not raising it. there’s no fucking way,” he says, standing up. you start to panic, stepping closer to him.

“what are you doing?”

“getting the fuck out of here,” he says, trying to push past you. you stop him, putting your hands on his chest. “y/n, move.”

“no. we need to talk about this.”

“there’s nothing to talk about! i’m not raising this baby with you, and that’s it. i don’t care what you do with it, but leave me out of it,” he says, removing your hands from his chest and brushing past you, his shoulder bumping into your arm in the process. “and lose my fucking number.” baekhyun says as he pulls your front door open and steps out, slamming it as he goes.

you can’t help but crumple to the floor, feeling like a rug has been swept from underneath you. you shake uncontrollably as you sob, fat tears rolling dons your face for the nth time today.

for some reason, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of you even though your world feels like it’s been flipped on it’s axis. you know you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life, as long as this baby is alive, whether either of you like it or not. but at least he knows, and maybe he will grow up and come around.

and you feel a sense of peace for the first time ever since he’s ever departed from you. usually, you feel hollow, used, and muddled; always in a constant state of anxiety when he’s around or when you think about him. but him leaving was probably the best things he’s ever done for you. now you can be sure he won’t be coming here unannounced, interrupting peaceful sleep at ungodly hours. now, you can rid yourself of unnecessary stress and drama, albeit unfortunate circumstances.

yes, you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life. but there are definitely worse things that could happen to you. and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.

[polyexobookshelf]

Two cocks, One Hen House ( 1553 words)  by  adonai Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: EXO (Band) Rating: M Relationships: Baekhyun/Jongdae /Chanyeol Characters: exo ensemble Genre: smut, pwp AU: unspecified, fwb Summary:

Chanyeol keeps Baekhyun stuffed full of dick

[to-all-the-stories-i-love]

I think I finally like the college au’s- it’s a just such a good time for angst and drama and sex and love. And this little scenario/drabble/whatever the term is, did not disappoint. The yn character was stronger than myself- I would’ve probably never said anything. Best friend and fantastic sex? Yeah never would’ve said boo about it being an issue

Fool’s Gold | Baekhyun

◇ Link to Masterlist

◇ Genre: Friends w/ Benefits! AU, Implied Smut, Angst

◇ Summary: You thought it would be okay, this new arrangement you had with your best friend. Until it started to hurt too much. Until you fell in love.

◇ Word Count: 2.5k

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[misswoozi]

Do you have any ship pairings between EXO and Monsta X? Platonic, romantic, nemesis, or otherwise. -⚽

ooh interesting. off the top of my head, I don't have any existing cross-ships there but what if we consider

Shownu/Kyungsoo (romantic)

Wonho/Jongin (FWBs)

Kihyun/Suho (FWBs)

Minhyuk/Xiumin (FWBs)

Hyungwon/Sehun (platonic)

Jooheon/Chanyeol (nemeses)

Changkyun/Baekhyun (nemeses)

let me know if any of these work for you!

[to-all-the-stories-i-love]

Damn... This kinda stings but it’s hot at the same time? Very very easy to imagine. So hot.

high for this

byun baekhyun x reader

wc - 1.2k //  rated M for sexual themes. 

author - admin C, gif is not mine.

companion playlist here // requests

“Th-This will be the last time, I promise.”

You knew that promise well; it was sworn to you over and over again, so many times you lost count. One would think that by now, any rational person would stop believing such a liar, but there you were, in his driveway once more.

Watching your breath fog the window of your car, you blinked up at his flickering porch light, wishing for the strength to say “no”. You knew that wishing for that strength was futile. The smallest bat of his eyelashes had you weak in the knees, his soft smile making your heart squeeze in a startling way.

His door was always unlocked, so you let yourself in. The apartment was unbearably warm, the lights dimmed so much that you had to squint your way to the kitchen, where he would be waiting for you. When you saw him, your heart dropped to your stomach in yearning.

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