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SEOUL 2018 [November 2nd, 9:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 T/W: smutty, cursing, slight mentions of sub!Baek, noona!kink, slight exhibitionism, bj, dirty talk Words: 3925

Despite dating Baekhyun for almost a year—most of which you’d spent apart—you met the members a lot later than you thought you would. Obviously, it was hard for your existence to remain a secret since most of them tended to interrupt your calls with Baekhyun often by teasing him very loudly or just simply yelling something akin to war cries – Chanyeol.

Nevertheless, you’d gotten a lot closer with them after New York had happened since you stayed a week at the dorms after the both of you had finally reconciled.

Baekhyun whined often about not seeing you and was even more upset that the launching of his second set of designs at Privé had been pushed back since they already had quite a few schedules. After about two months apart, you’d finally taken the big step to fly down to Korea yourself and surprise him.

Of course, Baekhyun had only been too ecstatic about your visit—to the extent that he begged and pleaded with Manager to let you stay with him at the dorms, despite both your and Manager’s various protests. You knew you wouldn’t get to spend as much time with Baekhyun as you liked since he stayed at the company for most of the day, rehearsing and practicing for the comeback—which was more of a reason for him to insist that you stayed at the dorms so he could be with you whenever he could.

What Baekhyun hadn’t been prepared for was for you and Sehun to hit it off. Well aware of the crush you had on Sehun, prior to even meeting Baekhyun, he’d always teased you about it but you could tell he was low-key jealous when he saw you babying Sehun often.

“I’m your only baby,” Baekhyun had pouted as he stole the last spoon of pudding that you’d held out for Sehun.

What made your relationship with Baekhyun interesting was because, like a child, he was unpredictable. He didn’t get angry or grab your wrist and pull you away like the main lead of a drama when he saw you getting too close with Sehun.

Instead, he became weirdly and embarrassingly unfiltered.

It had been movie night and all of you had been seated in the front of the television with the boys arguing as usual about who gets to pick the movie. You’d gotten up from the couch to lean over the coffee table and grab the drinks when Baekhyun had loudly stated, “Hey, bend a little more and we’ll see your underwear.

Junmyeon threw a cushion at Baekhyun’s head right as you turn with wide eyes to see an appalled Sehun sitting next to Baekhyun on the couch who glances at your rear for a fraction of a second before his eyes fly up to yours and he immediately starts blushing when he realises you’d caught his flitting gaze as he scrambles away to sit on the opposite couch with Jongin and Chanyeol.

You shoot Baekhyun a look as you straighten and sit back on the couch, his arm already pulling you closer so that you’re nestled into his side while you mutter, “Thanks for pointing it out aloud and scaring Sehunnie.”

“You’re the one who bent over in front of him,” Baekhyun chortled in response, dark eyes glinting as they gaze down at you. “Also I’m serious, we could have seen it if you’d bent a liiiiiiittle more.”

You drop your voice to a low murmur as you say, “No, you wouldn't.”

“Yes, I would,” he insisted.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Do you wanna bend over again so I can take a picture and prove it to you? Maybe just do it front of me this time, though.”

You bite back a smile at the subtle annoyance in his voice and take his arm that’s wrapped loosely around your waist and lower his hand to your hip where the waistband of your shorts is and his fingers trace the side.

You smile as his entire body tenses suddenly when he realises that he can’t feel your panty-line beneath the shorts.

You turn your face to his, lips teasing his ear as you mumble, “Unless you’re imagining things, I don’t think you can see something that isn’t there.”

“GUYS,” Baekhyun suddenly yells, startling you as he sits up and makes your eyes widen at the unexpected reaction. “Someone get the lights and Jongdae, could you throw me that blanket?”

You frowned as Baek grabbed the blanket, throwing it over the two of you and the lights went off until only the blue light from the widescreen television illuminated the room.

Seeing that they were setting up the movie, you leaned back into the couch and nestled into Baekhyun’s side. He suddenly grabs your body roughly, manhandling you until he had positioned you in front of him so that you were in between his legs, his chest pressed up against your back while he wrapped the blanket around the two of you.

You relax back into him, resting your head on his broad chest and then, it’s almost as if history is repeating itself as your own body stills when you suddenly feel him right behind you.

Baekhyun presses his lips to your ear, similar to how you’d done just two minutes ago. “You shouldn’t have played this game with me, Y/N. Cause I always win.”

You bite down hard on your lower lip, focusing on not making any noise that would give the two of you away as his fingers slip beneath the blanket to tug the shorts down just enough for him to reach you. Your breath hitches as you feel the warm head of his erection rub against your slit and then, he wraps one arm around your waist as he positions inside you with his other hand and slides in easily, settling you down on his lap.

“Stay quiet and watch the movie, baby.”

You squirm right as you hear the words as his fingers come down on your clit almost simultaneously. You rest your head back on his shoulder, fingers clutching the edge of the blanket at your neck like your life depended on it. Baekhyun slyly presses a smooch on your cheek, giving off the impression that you’re just being a cute cuddly couple on the couch, while he fucked you under the blanket.

Or at least, that’s what you expected him to do.

You can’t help but sit as upright as you can, feeling him lean back on the couch with his gaze transfixed on the movie playing like he wasn’t inside you.

You try to focus on the screen, reminding yourself that this is exactly what he wants—to see you lose your shit and beg him to take you. Your body is tensed but you don’t relax it against him because you know that exact motion will cause friction which is exactly what you don’t need, despite your entire body screaming for it.

So you stay motionless, sitting upright awkwardly on his lap in a frozen position while praying that none of the boys would notice or question your odd posture. But then Baekhyun casually wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you back into his chest, allowing you to relax against him while you bite back any noises that could escape from feeling the movement inside your throbbing core.

It’s silent as you try to steady your breathing and calm your heart which seemed to be pounding with desire. Your death grip around the blanket loosens as you finally tamed the coiling tension in your stomach to merely that of a dull ache, considering it as just feeling full.

And then you feel Baekhyun’s hand wrap around your own, pulling it underneath the blanket.

Your eyes widen as you feel him guide your hand under the covers and beneath the old faded red shirt of his that you were wearing. Your lips part with a silent moan as he makes your fingers trace your nipple, both yours and his together tweaking it erect.

A shaky breath escapes, the tightening in your stomach intensifying as his other hand slips underneath to grope and fondle the other breast until you’re practically crushing him back against the couch with the force to restrain yourself from moving.

But then you feel him twitch inside you and you almost damn near scream aloud.

You can’t help it—as if of their own mind, your hips squirm against his and you release a soft gasp at the sweet bliss of movement in your wet walls.

Only for a swift second—Baekhyun's arm immediately comes around your middle to pull you back down against his chest, imprisoning you in his arms to stop you from fidgeting and you feel your last shred of control snap.

Pressing your hands down on his thighs as support, you move off of his lap and bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood at the sudden feeling of emptiness in your needy centre. Pulling up the soft cotton shorts that he’d left tangled around your ankles, you get up from the couch like you’d been sitting on fire.

Throwing Baekhyun a dirty look, you mutter something about not pausing the movie to the rest of the boys before leaving the hall and heading for Baekhyun’s room at the end of the hallway, fingers already reaching for the hem of your shirt to yank it off.

You confirmed his jealousy that night with a sore body at the dorm when he’d pounded you into the mattress until you were screaming his name despite how hard you tried not to because he wanted them to hear, specifically the one you’d had a crush on—someone whose eyes you weren’t sure you’d be able to look into after leaving the room that night. Junmyeon even knocked at the door to yell how he’d kick you both out if you didn't shut up and sleep soon before getting too uncomfortable standing outside as if he was eavesdropping.

It was nothing serious with Baekhyun’s jealousy—no trust issues as such but only much later did he tell you about how his pride took a hit when all the tabloids started rumours of how close the two of you looked at last month’s Louis Vuitton show where both Sehun and you had coincidentally run into each other. You hadn’t known he’d been attending the event and had been so genuinely surprised and delighted to see him, sitting with him at the aisles to watch the entire show. The cameras, unaware of your relationship as you laughed with him, had only had a field day with both of you and you’d waken up to multiple articles highlighting how good the two of you looked together. Which, in hindsight, was probably the trigger to Baekhyun fucking you ruthlessly with no care for his members in the next rooms.

When he had finally collapsed in your arms, your sweaty bodies conjoined as his hair tickled your neck, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and shifted so that the both of you were on your sides, cradling him to your chest. His soft breaths hit your skin and you run your fingers through his hair, your voice soft as you whisper how much you love him and only him. You feel him close his eyes then, arms tightening around your waist as he snuggles closer to your chest until you don’t know where he ends and where you begin. He had fallen asleep to your heartbeat then, only after you’d reassured that it was only his to hear and only his to have. The two of you never spoke of it again and you thought the conversation had been put to rest until the day when you’d dropped by the company to see him and ran into Sehun too. After Sehun had left, Baekhyun had walked up to you and asked if you had a noona kink.

“A what?” You’d asked with wide eyes, certain that you’d heard him wrong. “Do I have a what?”

“You like it when Sehun calls you Noona,” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. His tone is light and teasing but you can see it in his eyes, that same fire you’d seen that night at the dorm.

You stuttered a baffled response with barely coherent words and then one of the managers had walked in, calling him away. You’d thought it ended there but you should have known better—it was Baekhyun. He would never let it go and he certainly didn't later that night at dinner when out with all of the band, his hand had wandered too far up your thigh to be considered appropriate.

You’d shot him a warning glare and he’d only grinned his cheeky grin at you, lips drawing closer to your ear as he muttered huskily, “Make me come, noona.”

And then he’d watched as he unravelled you slowly; the way your pupils dilated at the word, the way your throat moved as you swallowed heavily. You had decided to ignore him, thinking he’d stop at the lack of response but again, you should’ve known better. Baekhyun continued teasing you with his feather-touches, his tone low enough as he muttered filthy things in your ear to cause a fluttery-feeling in your stomach. You reached your limit when you felt his hand slide up your skirt, the tips of his fingers brushing against the front of your pussy covered only by the thin fabric of your panty, the smallest gesture causing you to jerk up like you’d been electrocuted.

Baekhyun had only smirked as you excused yourself and retreated to the washroom where you straightened your unruly skirt and fanned yourself, trying to bring the colour of your flushed face back to normal.

You’re already glaring at the mirror as the door opens behind you, knowing that it would be him and it is—he walks in with a cheeky smirk and you spin around, slamming him by his chest against the door.

“Byun Baekhyun,” you mutter lowly, trying to ignore the way your stomach was twisting with the proximity, your fingers itching to just rip the clothes off of him.

“What are you doing?” You’d gritted out in in frustration, wanting to kiss the annoying smirk off his face. “You know that I’m leaving tomorrow. So don’t start playing stupid games that you can’t finish, you—”

“Haven’t you learned your lesson yet, Y/N?” He cuts you off, grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around so that he’s holding you to the door now.

“I win all games, remember?” Baekhyun mutters lowly, gaze darkening as they drop to your parted lips and before you could even predict it, he’s kissing you harshly enough that your head bangs against the door, making you groan.

“As much as I love our toilet adventures,” he breathes in between kisses that are rough enough to make you taste blood. “Here’s an idea. No one’s back at the dorm and they’ll be a while so what do you say we skip dinner and get a little headstart on dessert?”

Your eyes are closed and you start to agree, but then you feel his hot breath in your ear as he whispers huskily, “Noona.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out involuntarily, feeling the wetness pool in your centre almost instantly in response to the word as you shove him off of you and grab his arm, quickly exiting the toilet and heading for the door.

Almost three hours later, you laid exhausted on Baekhyun’s chest with your body feeling sore enough for you to question if you’d be able to travel back to Paris tomorrow.

It had made you think of your first time together, back in Milan—he’d been surprised by how into choking and degradation you’d been that he’d told you how you both would explore a lot of your kinks. Together.

Needless to say, you’d explored plenty tonight at the empty dorms—feeling thankful to the entire universe that the boys were out the whole night because there was no way Baekhyun would last a day after you left Seoul if they’d heard the noises he was making in the bedroom as both of you switched roles and you finally unleashed all the frustration that you’d been feeling almost all week because of his endless teasing of your ‘noona kink’.

Even though after tonight, you were convinced that yes, maybe you did have it—although you would never admit it to Baekhyun.

You mindlessly traced your fingers around his bare chest while nestled into his side, drawing circles with your eyes closed as feeling slowly returned to your limbs and felt him suddenly tense beneath you.

Your eyes open and you raise your head to see Baekhyun staring down at your fingers on his chest. You still, wondering if you were hurting him and Baekhyun softly mumbles, “Do you know that red is a really good colour on you?”

You blink at his question and follow his gaze to your fingers which were painted a deep crimson, glossy and slightly glinting as the small yellow light of the bedside lamp reflected off of it.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, pressing a kiss to his chest as you closed your eyes again.

You suddenly felt his hand wrap around yours then, long slender fingers intertwining with yours as he raised your conjoined hands. You glance at him to see him staring at your hands together, a familiar dark look in his eyes.

“Baek,” you start with a slight wariness in your tone. “What are you thinking?”

His gaze drops to you on his chest and he hesitates before asking, “You up for trying another kink?”

You sit up at that, eyebrows raised high as he gives you a sheepish smile, colour flooding his cheeks.

“I thought you were tired of being edged for so many hours and couldn't anymore,” you teased, repeating his words that he’d practically cried to you earlier and Baekhyun glares at you.

“This isn’t as intense,” he rolls his eyes. “Just an old-fashioned simple hand job.”

You leaned back on your legs to look at him properly, cocking your head in confusion as you tried to figure out what Baekhyun was playing it.

You knew him, there had to be something.

His eyes were still transfixed on your hands and your own widen slowly as a realisation dawns upon you.

“You have a hand kink?” You ask in disbelief, unable to contain your grin.

“No!” Baekhyun immediately protests, shifting his gaze to you and scowling at your elated expression. “I just like the way your hands look with mine. With the red nails and everything.”

“So ...” you trail off lowly, voice dropping to a whisper as you pull your hand free from his and lower it down his body, sliding beneath the sheets that he had haphazardly thrown over both of you.

You lean over his face, lips hovering over his as you ask softly, “What do you want me to do, baby?”

Baekhyun sighs as he twitches under your touch that's as light as a feather, slow and teasing, eyes closing while his lips part open.

“Tell me what you want,” you insist, ghosting your hand over his length that was hardening with every light touch of your fingers. You can’t help but smirk at how easily responsive he is, even after everything you’d just been doing together for hours on end.

You’d admit to your noona kink the second that he stopped pretending and confessed that he was just as much into it as you.

Your breath fans across his cheek and his eyelids flutter open, voice breathy as he says, “I want to take pictures of your hand wrapped around me. Of your red nails against my cock.”

Holy shit.

You stare at him, all your thoughts halting at the unexpected words as you try to ignore the thrill that it just sent through your veins.

“Uh, I.” You lean back, sitting up as you blink at him. Baekhyun sits up too, reaching for you and you have to shush the voices in your head screaming at you to shut up and just do what he wants, instead forcing yourself to ask, “Are you sure that’s okay? That it’s safe?”

“Its fine,” he said, taking your hand that wasn't under the sheets in both of his. “No, it’s more than fine—it’s perfect. Trust me, an idol’s phone is like a diary. No one checks others phones anyway and even if they do, the photos will be in a hidden folder. It’s safe, I swear.”

You hesitate, biting on your lower lip and Baekhyun tugs on your hand, smiling at you reassuringly.

“Come on,” he nudges you. “It’ll help when we’re far away and when I’m missing you all the time.”

You groan, rolling your eyes at his triumphant cheer as you pull your hand away and get off the bed to reach for the bedside table on the right.

“You're lucky I love you,” you mutter, grabbing his phone and handing it to him before walking to the mirror on the door of his wardrobe.

“Where are you going?” Baekhyun asks you in confusion.

“Since you have a thing for red,” you respond, searching your makeup bag for the familiar tube of lipstick. “And since we’re doing this anyway, let’s go all out.”

You can feel his wide eyed gaze on you as he watches you in the mirror while you apply the creamy liquid thickly over your lips, painting them the same red that were on your nails.

You tousle and tease your hair slightly over your shoulders, pressing your lips together to evenly spread the lipstick before turning around to look at Baekhyun who was sitting fully up on the bed now. He grabs your hand as soon as you’re close enough and pulls you down on the bed, leaning forward and you immediately raise your hand to his chest, stopping him with wide eyes.

“Don’t mess it up already, I just did it,” you warned, shaking your head.

Baekhyun sits back down with a sigh, giving you an expression akin to that of awe. “Have I ever told you that you’re really fucking kinky?”

You glare at him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Hey, Byun Baekhyun. This is your idea.”

“To have your red nails wrapped around my dick, yeah,” he agrees, grabbing your finger on his chest. “To put the lipstick and make me fantasise now about how it’ll look to paint those red lips with my cum and have your fingers dripping with it? Yeah, that’s all you.”

He smirks as he sees the obvious effect his filthy words have on you, watching you fight the urge to squirm as you shake your head at him.

“Shut up and get your phone.” You lower yourself onto your knees in front of him, pulling the sheets away and reaching for your prize with one hand while the other adjusted your hair over your shoulders. You look up at Baekhyun and pause, wishing you could capture the expression he had on his face right now as he watched you through the screen, looking so lust-crazed and so in love with you.

You can’t help but smile at him, kissing the tip slightly before saying, “Don’t get my whole face in all of them, okay?”

“Okay, noona.”

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