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Snaptime with Chanyeol

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Anonymous said: Can u do fluffy chanyeol snaps ? <3

A/N: I’m updating my ‘things to expect’ page so you’ll know what I’ll be posting next, I really feel happy being active everyday here again, thanks for being so patient! ALSO, almost reaching 6.5K!!! 

[cocobutnochanel]

Roommates | 18+

Genre: slight fluff, smut, roommate!Chanyeol

Main Characters: Park Chanyeol x Reader (oc: fem)

Summary: Your brother's bestfriend, the wrong pill and empty threats could never be good news. Your life turns 180 degrees around when you drink medicine impulsively.

Warning: profanity, sex scene, drug intake

Kink List: unprotected sex, bondage, restraints, drug intake, verbal degradation, creampie, aftercare, daddy kink, daddy!Chanyeol, dom!Chanyeol

Word count: 3.3k+ words

You wanted to bang your head against the wall. Integral calculus was so goddamn hard to learn and you hated how it's included in your courses when you majored in political science. It didn't make sense and the book in front of you didn't too.

You let out a huff and try to comprehend it since you aimed for a perfect GPA this semester.

The door swings open "Hey, dumbface." A familiar voice disrupts you. "What do you need, frat boy?" You hiss, not even bothering to turn around to look at him. Even his presence alone annoys you.

"Stay out tonight." He snickers, shutting the door behind him. "Can you not have sex while exams are going on? I'm trying to study." You whip your head and glare at his smirking face.

"Don't test me, I can tell eomma you're dating someone in uni." He was threatening you with bullshit like this again. What more, you know your mom loves him so much and she'll believe him.

You roll your eyes at him. "Eomma? She's my mother, Chanyeol, not yours. I'll tell her you're fucking with the entire population of Seoul instead." You look at him incredulously while he smiles with amusement in his eyes. He loved pissing you off, you had no idea why your oppa and eomma let you share a dorm room with him.

"You wouldn't do that to your oppa." He cooed at you mockingly. "Oppa? You? Fuck off, Yeollie." You flip him the finger while he cringed. He hates his childhood nickname.

He finally heads out of your shared dorm room and you return to reading the book. Park Chanyeol was a rodent who never left your family alone ever since he met your big brother, Jongin, in pre-school. Like Jongin who was his best friend, he loves pissing you off too. He even has his own room in your house and calls your mother 'eomma'.

You finally resumed studying after he heads out. After a few hours of reviewing calculus over and over again, you decide to sleep for your last day of exam tomorrow.

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You wake up and notice Chanyeol's top bunk empty and unslept in. He must be with his whores, you assume. You hurriedly get ready and head to your first exam of the day.

The day passed by idly, occupying you with three exams and integral calculus being the last. The moment you got out of the classroom, your head ached. Fuck math, honestly.

You get back to your dorm room and see that Chanyeol still wasn't home despite it being 2 in the afternoon already. You shrug that thought off and text him instead. Your headache bothered you more than your brother's manwhore best friend not coming home.

'frat boy do u have tylenol ?' You text him.

'aww, uri dongsaeng is sick xx' He responded in a heartbeat, dying to tease you since exams were over.

'fuck you where are ur meds' You reply as your vision blurs even more. You couldn't afford to deal with his bullshit. Your head was killing you now.

'my nightstand. be home in a sec w/ food' He finally texted you back. You groan as another pang hits your head, telling you to let go of your phone. You curse integral calculus for giving you this pain.

You pull the drawer in his nightstand. You see condoms of different variations and that disgusted you to the core. Safe sex should be practiced but to need this amount of condoms? He sure does love sleeping around.

You see a white bottle with a red label in the far corner. You couldn't read the label but your head throbbed even more, making you grab that bottle out of impulse. You take it and drink a glass of water.

The sound of the door opening reached your ears as you laid on your bed, trying to rest. "Hey, you okay?" Chanyeol's voice was worried but the pain you were feeling made you snap at him. "Don't talk to me. I'm about to die." He laughs about what you just said and teases you with "That's good news."

A few minutes later, you were expecting the drowsy feeling to take over but unfortunately, it didn't. Your head was still in pain and it wasn't letting you sleep. You wince at an intense pang again.

"Are you sure you took Tylenol? You should be knocked out right now." He comments when he sees you still suffering. "I don't know anymore, fuck. All I know is that the pain is going away." You groan but now, the pain was slowly diminishing.

Few more minutes again, the throbbing stopped but you felt kind of hot. "Holy shit." You hear him mutter.

"What now?" You ask him with a grimace, fanning yourself. Heat now taking over the pain you felt earlier. "You took the wrong bottle! You're so fucking dumb, I swear." He shrieks. You never saw him freak out before which is why I was alarmed.

He holds up a bottle and you cover your mouth as soon as you saw it clearly. "It was my horny pills, you dumbfuck." He said with a flabbergasted face. Well, that explains the heat.

You didn't know why or how but you were aroused when he called you 'dumbfuck'. It wasn't the first time hearing this insult from him but it set you on fire right now. The pill made you feel things you don't feel when you're not having raging hormones.

"B-But, w-why do you even have them?!" You tried to distract yourself from the feeling but it only heightened. This was wrong on all angles. He was your brother's best friend! There was a reason why your mother trusted him to be your roommate! You weren't supposed to feel things like these!

You feel yourself get wet down there. "Fuck." You breathed out, his eyes glued on you while you lay in your bed with a defeated face. He sat across you with knitted eyebrows and an angry face.

"Yeol, get out!" You scream at him before you lost your sanity. You were getting wetter by the minute. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Even his concerned voice sent you over the edge.

Without thinking, you stand up and sit on top of him. "N-No.. Jongin's gonna kill me." His voice was raspy and sitting on top of him made you feel the growing bulge between his legs.

"What happened to the brave frat boy?" You whispered against his ear, your hormones getting the better of you. You start dry humping on his thigh as he closed his eyes in frustration. "Y/N, you know we can't do this." Desperation dripping in his voice.

You roll your eyes at what he just said. "Yeollie, be responsible. This was your fault." You purred, the libido inside you growing. He bit his lip in response.

"God knows how much I want to but Jongin will kill me. You know that, Y/N." He pleaded but you knew he couldn't resist seeing you like this, like a thirsty bitch for him. "Please don't make this harder tha-" You cut him off with a hungry kiss.

He was stunned and he couldn't move but your hands travelled down to the hem of his shirt. You took it off, your lips still on his. He was defenseless under your kiss. Soon, he kissed you back gently too.

His tongue ran down on your bottom lip and you moan his name. His erection was now as hard as a rock and you liked it like that. Especially when it was between your legs too.

His mouth hungrily darted down your neck. You knew he was leaving marks but you couldn't care less. He was finally returning the passion you were feeling. This was his fault, all along.

Your hands held onto his locks as he devoured you on top of him. He couldn't meet your eye. He knew he wanted you but it was wrong. Jongin was your brother and he was his best friend. It was wrong but it only made the two of you want it even more.

His hand clutched your thigh as he nibbles on the sensitive skin of your collarbones. "Yeol." You call out to him, desperately wanting for more. You take off the pullover you had on and he couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Beautiful." He breathes out, his face meeting your hot chest. He unclasps the bra from your back and as it fell to the floor, his hands immediately replaced that warmth.

He massaged your sensitive breasts as he let his mouth play with your chest. You could only moan in agreement.

He managed to slip hand inside your miniskirt. His fingers found your wetness, your back arching at the contact. "Yeol!" You scream in surprise the moment he slipped a digit in. "Wet enough.." He whispers.

He gets up and throws you on the bed. He pulls his belt out of the skinny jeans he was wearing. You gasp when he ties your hand above your head, tightening the belt around it.

You were left in your skirt and that turned him on. You and you were good girl ways, he thought. He pulls your soaked panties down with a satisfied grin, his eyes never leaving yours.

He goes down on you, his hot breath on your pussy. You writhe under his warmth as you buck your hips forward to meet his lips. "Nah-uh. Wait." He whispers breathily.

You exhale in frustration. He felt your desperation and flipped you around, positioning your knees on the bed. "I said wait." He growls as you feel his palm smack your buttcheek.

You bite your lip as the impact made you wetter. You were sure you were dripping down there and the pill you took didn't help either.

Another smack hits your bottom and the sting it inflicted made you moan out loud.

"Jesus, Chanyeol, put it in already." You begged desperately. He puts two digits inside which made you hungrier.

You feel your insides clench around his fingers as he scissors his way in. He was a cruel fucker and you loved how he likes you at his mercy.

"Beg for it." He bellowed above you, fisting a handful of your hair.

Pride wasn't your priority right now. Your priority was your need for him inside you. "Please, daddy, put it in." You sigh, letting all your pride go down the  drain. You hated him but now, you're begging while calling him daddy.

You turn your head around to see him but his erection was now out and it tensed at your nickname for him. It was itching to be inside you too.

He finally pulls out his teasing fingers. Positioning his 9-inch cock on your entrance, you moan audibly. "Daddy, please." You beg once again.

He slides it in as you felt your insides stretch at his size. Tears welled up in your eyes as pain intensified down there. “I’m not even fully inside. Wipe your tears, slut.” He hisses, his fingers diving into the sides of your hips out of frustration.

“So fucking tight.” He comments, feeling up every inch inside you. You could only groan in response as the belt on your wrists restrained you from moving.

He pulls out a bit and starts thrusting in a rhythm. “Yeollie.” You moan out loud as he took you from behind. “What did you just call me?” He spat, thrusting stops abruptly.

“I-I’m sorry, daddy.” Your voice was powerless. Just like how you are right now, kneeling as you call your brother’s best friend ‘daddy’.

“Good.” He starts ramming it inside you again. Your eyes deliriously rolled as he thrusts into your G-spot again.

You weren’t a virgin but you didn’t sleep around as well. You only had sex with the guys you were in a relationship with, hence, why you were so tight. Despite lacking experience that Chanyeol had, it was a no-brainer that this was your best fuck.

After simultaneously hitting your spot, you notice his pace quicken. He was about to come. “D-Daddy!” You screech as his hot liquid filled you to the brim, your own juice gushing out of you too.

You were weak as you slump back on the bed. He wipes you down there, making sure you were clean. He was a monster while doing the deed yet he was so domestic when it was over.

He took his belt off your wrists as you lay on your back, bare and sore. He plants a soft kiss on your lips as if it’d make up for how he tired you out today.

You thought you were through but another wave of heat hit you again 10 minutes later. He plops on your side after that and tries to cuddle you but that only ignited your desires once again.

“Yeol...” You moan into his ear as his arm drapes over your bare waist. “Do you want to go at it again?” He asks like a puppy as if he hadn’t made you beg a while ago.

“How long does it wear off?” You ask, referring to the pill. “I don’t know but usually half a day, I guess?” He shrugs, still cuddling you.

“Are you serious?! Does it mean I’m gonna be like this for twelve fucking hours?!” You grit your teeth. “Relax, I’m willing to help as long as you let me. Also, I’m sorry for that earlier..” He says with sincerity dripping from his voice.

“It was the first time I was ever like that. I just got carried away cause it’s you, I guess.” He looks at you with puppy eyes while his hands inch down towards your pussy that was now wet again. For him.

“What do you mean cause it’s me?” You ask him with a shaky voice, feeling his middle finger against your clit now. “You know you’re attractive. I just didn’t make a move cause I know Jongin would kill me.” He chuckles.

“Hmmm.” You hum which makes him look at you. “I guess I’m flattered, daddy.” You mischievously grin as he bites his lip at the nickname.

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You wake up with sore thighs and a cooking Chanyeol. You lost count of how many rounds you had with him and he had the guts to look like a husband the next morning. He looked so domestic in a plain white shirt and an apron. He didn't look like the frat boy that he was and it was the first time you saw him in that light.

You get up and he whips his head around. "Good morning.." He greets you with a bright smile as if he wasn't the reason you could barely walk now.

Your feet meet your dorm room's cold hard floor and you walk to the dining table. He serves the breakfast he prepared: fried eggs, pancakes and bacon.

"You look so domestic, it's disgusting." You comment on his bright toothy smile when he placed the food in front of you as if he was some husband serving his wife. "You wish. As if you didn’t beg last night to be cuddled." He winks at you, pulling the chair across.

"There's the frat boy I know." You roll your eyes at his laughing figure. "By the way, eomma texted me the train schedule for today. You have to get ready by 9." He reminds you, his mouth full of pancakes.

You only nod at him, sipping the coffee he prepared for you too. You two finish breakfast while bantering about little things. You wanted to ask him about last night but then, you were afraid it'd make things awkward.

You dismiss that thought and get ready for your trip back countryside. Exams were over which meant it was already summer. Suncheon was only 3 hours away from Seoul but you only went home during school breaks.

You change into comfortable travelling clothes. Chanyeol has a designer hoodie on as if he was some idol in airport fashion. "You picking up girls from the train too?" You snicker judgementally.

He lets out a hoarse laugh. "You jealous?" He smirks and runs a hand through his blonde hair. "You wish." You glare at him and head out of your dorm room with a luggage in hand.

He follows you, his luggage with him too. You two head out to the train station nearby and buy a ticket to Suncheon.

You settle in beside him and sleep for the rest of your 3-hour ride. Last night's strenuous activities tired you out. Drowsiness took over you as Chanyeol leaned his head on your shoulders, slowly getting addicted to your natural scent.

-

You wake up to Chanyeol drooling on your shoulder. You were now near so you decide to wake him up. You were reminded of your question earlier too.

"Yeollie, you’re drooling." You tease him but he only hummed in response, trying to rub his eyes. But suddenly, you wanted to ask him about last night. Were you just an easy fuck? Or were you dating him like how you did with your exes? You weren’t really one to sleep around, you remind yourself.

"W-What does last night mean? Should we act like it never happened?" You ask with a thumping heart. You were scared that he'd say you were just another fuck. Despite your denial of ‘liking him’, rejection scared you.

"We're here." He grabs your hand and lets you up when the train comes to a stop. "Wait, Yeol. Answer me." You say in a weak voice while he dragged you out. Instead, it looks like he just shrugs your question off.

You spot your eomma and oppa waving. Jongin was smiling when he saw you and his best friend. You had no idea he was gonna be here but you were happy. You haven't seen him in so long.

"We missed you!" Your eomma runs to you and Chanyeol, hugging you two. You only smile at her and Jongin who was behind him too.

"Dude!" Jongin greeted Chanyeol with a man-hug. You roll your eyes at their bromance. "Dumbass." Jongin ruffled your hair while you only whine in response. “Oppa, cut it out!” You shriek at him.

"Did you eat already?" Your mom asks the two of you, linking her arms around yours. "Nope." You answer timidly, still not over the fact that Chanyeol dodged your question earlier.

"Let's go to Kyungsoo's place! He opened a new pizzeria." Jongin chimes in. Chanyeol could only nod. Did he lose his energy because you asked him that? Was it wrong to clarify whatever it was between you two?

You sensed the tension in the air when you saw Chanyeol walk so stiffly behind you.

"How's my sister in Seoul? Did her dumbass get a boyfriend, no?" Jongin sneers. He knew you had minimum experience in dating and he loved teasing you about it. Chanyeol clears his throat. "She's seeing someone." You and your mom stop walking the moment he announced this. Suddenly, you were reminded of the empty threat he made when you refused to leave for his hook-up. Were you two back at that again? Just.... roommates?

"What? Her? Are you joking?" Jongin laughs at you and you wanted to smack him in the face but you were too busy overthinking. "Yeol, if this is about the threat you made-" You assumed this was about that night but he cut you off with a bold statement.

"She's seeing me." You let out an audible gasp. Your eomma covered her mouth in surprise. "What did you say?" Jongin sounded like he was challenging his own best friend. The danger in his voice scared you but it didn't affect Chanyeol in any way. Instead, he confirms it again.

"Dude, I said she's seeing me." Before you could deny it, your oppa lunged forward and tackled Chanyeol to the floor.

[house-of-playboys]

PARK CHANYEOL: Birthday Suit

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃:

↳ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ

↳ғᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ

↳ᴀɴᴀʟ sᴇx

↳ᴇᴅɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ

↳ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴘʟᴀʏ

↳ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴘʟᴀʏ

↳ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ

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Chanyeol flitted around your shared apartment, mentally checking and rechecking everything he had planned. Cake - check. Bedroom decorations - done. Your presents? Yup, all on the table, perfectly wrapped (with Suho's help, of course! He couldn't afford his clumsy ass messing up at the last minute. He promises he did everything else on his own though!).

It's extremely hard to avoid biting his lip in anticipation of your arrival, not wanting to mess up his perfectly glossed lips, as he glances at the clock yet again. His pale cheeks flush every once in a while as his mind wanders through the material he's wearing underneath everything, contrasting well with the crisp black suit above.

Channie always thought he was a little too masculine to be the perfect submissive; too outrageously tall, too clumsy unlike his shorter, more feminine, more fragile hyung, Minseok. He always wonders how come you chose him amidst so many different better options like Baekhyun and Jimin and even fellow rapper Yoongi, who seemed to fit the image of a submissive quite well, but then he thinks of how physicality doesn't really matter in the bedroom, it's the way you carry yourself; it's all about aura, all about preferences rather than appearances. After all, you and his Minseok hyung were both great examples of that: Minseok hyung, who was dainty, fragile yet so dominant that there was no doubt about it once you saw his nature in the bedroom. His hyung and even you had reassured him numerous times that it didn't matter, yet he couldn't help but feel insecure sometimes.

He cleared those thoughts from his head. You were right: it didn't matter.

All that mattered, all he wanted was to be good for you. A good boy, just for you. Mommy's sweet little baby boy.

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He wipes his clammy hands as he hears the doorbell chime, grabbing the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for you before opening the door. He's... in awe. It's like the breath has been knocked out from his lungs and you're the oxygen to make him breathe again. Does eyes wide, mouth unable to close from how slack his jaw is, he looks at you, standing there in front of him in all your stunning glory.

"Cat got your tongue, Channie?" You smirk slightly. Pastel pink pumps adorn your feet, black pantyhose contrasting them so sinfully. The high collared blossom pink dress shows barely any skin except for your bare arms and yet he's so enamoured, so entranced; he'd always been a captive to your beauty. And like Stockholm Syndrome, you're his salvation, his dream, the one he'd submit so wholly to. He manages to close his mouth, stuttering out a raspy "H-happy Birthday, Mommy." , hastily handing the flowers to you before stepping aside to let you enter.

Your mouth parts in surprise as you take in the effort he put in just for you. Red and white seems to be the theme for today as you drink in the sight of your apartment. When he had sent you to the spa for a day of relaxation, you had immediately picked up on his intentions but seeing all his efforts, the decorations, the somehow perfectly cooked food (probably Kyungsoo's doing) and a pile of gifts to the side (no doubt with Suho's assistance) just felt so special. Even though you knew he would surprise you, experiencing all of it was something entirely else.

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After dinner, and cake!, Yeol sweeps you to the bedroom, seating on the bed as he moves to get something out of the mini fridge. Once again, your bedroom is encased in red and white, rose petals on your bed and on the ground, bed sheets neatly made yet sure to be messy later given you two's liking towards making a mess.

He turns back to you, cheeks as pink as your outfit as he approaches you with a big bowl of chocolate ice-cream; your favourite of course. Your eyes dance with excitement as you understand his motives. "Strip, babyboy."

Handing you the bowl, he shimmies out of his suit, tie long forgotten from when you had your first makeout session of the evening.

Soon, he's half naked and kneeling in front of you, breathlessly asking you if he can keep his pants on for the time being. Quirking an eyebrow, you decide to be lenient, body charged with the curiosity of what's beneath. Curling your fingers around his pale neck, you press your lips against him, pulling him up and onto you as you kiss him, fervently, like a prayer. Flipping him over, you lean his body against the headboard, kissing him once more.

"Safeword, Yeollie?"

"Red."

"Such a good boy."

He preens under the praise as you scoop up the now melty ice-cream; you'd always fantasized about licking it up those abs. Smearing it over his abs, you gauge his reaction; the soft gasp followed by a whimper leaving his swollen lips leaves you even more aroused than before, your eyes darkening as his brows furrow, back already arching as a tiny tremor goes through his body. "Oh, mommy~"

Getting down, you lower yourself towards his abs, eyes locked on him the entire time. You give a tentative kitten lick to his ice-cream-coated abs, reveling in the way his brows knit together, head thrown back, arms wide apart clutching the sheets, his body writhing at your touch. And the best part? The way he moaned out your name: "Mommy! Oh- oh mommy- mommy, more please!" Like it was a mantra, he chanted your name as you laid your tongue flat on his abs, licking up all the melty ice-cream.

Everything is so damn messy, the ice-cream mixed with your saliva sticking to his abs as you pour it over his abs even more, the coolness of the temperature riling him up as much as it did you. And God, is it messy. It's just way too messy and you're loving every single bit of it. You and Loey had never been hygiene freaks in bed (baths were a must in aftercare though!), so it was all good.

Seeing him strain against his dress pants makes you coo. "Aww, is the little baby hard? Oh honey, Mummy will make it better in no time. Let's get this off, shall we?"

His eyes widen slightly, cheeks blushing a deep pink as he squeaks out your name. It's too late though- you've already unzipped his pants in one go, sliding them down from where he kicks them off his legs. He's almost bare now save for one item of clothing, and your eyes are so unwaveringly focused on it that poor Channie gets all nervous and embarrassed, thinking you don't like it.

But your thoughts are so vehemently opposite of what he's thinking, your mouth watering at the sight of those pastel pink panties with a soft floral print right in the middle of them; God, you want to use those panties on him in every him way possible: shoving them in his mouth, pegging him while he's still wearing them, ripping them apart and then fucking him, the possibilities are endless.

"Mommy, Channie's sorry." He pouts, making you snap out of your daze and look up at him incredulously, licking your lips.

"Why on earth are you sorry, sweetie? For making Mommy dripping wet? For making her want you even more? For making her want to claim you in front of everyone?" You crawl up his body to align yourself with his eyes, loving the way his heartbeat speeds up as your voice lowers to a whisper. "For making me want to use these panties over and over again on you in every damn way possible, hmm Loey?"

"Oh. Mommy approves?" His eyes are blown wide in realization.

"Oh honey, Mummy very much approves." You send a bone-chilling smirk his way. "Hands and knees now, babyboy. Present yourself to me. You're gonna be good for Mummy won't you?"

"Yes, yes Mommy!" He's quick to comply, getting into position as he's always done. He looks so breathtakingly beautiful like this, like the most delicate flower you ever saw, bare save for those panties that were dampening now, and fast.

You grope his ass, feeling how firm he is, how soft. No longer able to hold yourself back, you tear off the wrapping paper - or should you call it a ribbon? - of your beautiful present, eliciting a soft gasp from said present. Channie's hell bent on surprising you various ways today, because peeking out his hole is a glass bead. Not even a plug, but goddamn vibrating anal beads, because your darling really wants it tonight.

Chanyeol simply pushes his forehead further into the pillows.

"I was thinking of eating you 'til you're a whining, whimpering mess, but it seems like you've already prepared for that." You raise your eyebrows. "The remote, Yeol-ah?"

He chokes out a raspy "f-first-t draw-drawer", moaning loudly when the vibrations increase suddenly when you retrieve the device. His knuckles are so pale from clutching the sheets, face scrunched up in an expression that screams ecstasy, and you can't help but raise the vibrations even more, intently listening to the rise in his pitch as he tries to keep himself from rutting into the mattress, not wanting to upset you on your special day.

You're so fixated on him that you don't even realize how you've stopped in the middle of the room just to toy with the remote's controls and see him cry out in pleasure, completely enraptured with the way his body trembles, cooing out soft words of encouragement at his whines. It continues on for a while and then you hear him.

"M-m-mommy won't you touch me? I-I- ah! a-ah! I need you to- oh, need you to fuck me. Hard, Mommy." His doe eyes are glossed over with both tears and the familiar haze of subspace as he looks up at you, cheek pressed against the mattress, hips jerking every once in a while, hands clutching the sheets in such desperation that it makes you snap out of your hungry daze, moving forward while stripping bare.

And then you're flipping him over, sliding a condom over his weeping dick, lubing it up. You align him with your equally soaked cunt, and for a moment you simply brush him against you, feeling him throb against your clit (or was it the other way around? You couldn't tell) as you throw your head, brows knitting together as your eyes squeeze shut, ragged breaths escaping your lips. Yeol watches your chest heave and mewls out softly as your folds caress his tip like a warm embrace. It's been too long.

Then you're slamming you're hips down 'til they grind against his own, loud groans being heard from both of you. Your hips rise again as you lean your head down, hair falling in a curtain around your face as you mould your lips together. One hand holds his hips down as you bounce hard on him, the other snaking up his chest, making a pitstop to tease his nipples - and God, does he whine when you do that -, moving up until you curl it around his neck.

He moans uncontrollably against your lips, writhing more and more beneath you, so much that you have to smack your hand against his hip to keep him still. Tears spill down his soft cheeks as you tighten your grip slightly, squeezing rhythmically every time your walls clench around him. And he's so gone that he can't even do more than huff and puff and mumble incoherently. You angle your hips differently in search for that special spot, a strangled groan escaping your mouth when you finally find it, hips rising and lowering even quicker, wanting nothing more than for his tip to rub against it. You're getting closer, and so is he.

"Don't even think of coming before Mommy does, Yeollie." You gasp out, making him whine only to be quietened with a sharp smack to his thigh. You slow down, dragging out both your orgasms, and he sobs in frustration and pleasure. You continue to tease both of you, bouncing slower in deeper, more calculated strokes, a collective shudder passing through you two every time his condom clad tip rubs deliciously against your sweet spot. It's sin, nothing but pure sinful pleasure, and you want to bathe in the afterglow of it. Yeol continues to huff and puff, broken whimpers leaving his mouth, an occasional cry leaving his mouth when you squeeze his throat a little too pleasurably. It's like, like he's given himself up to you: fully, completely, undeniably yours - and nothing else but that.

The thought riles you up, and you ride him harder now, speed gradually increasing to the point where your hips ache and your core throbs. He's crying out in ecstasy as your core clenches around his stiff cock, nails raking down his chest, leaving angry red welts that he would admire all morning tomorrow. "That's it, Yeollie, scream louder, honey. There we go, that's such a good boy, my loveliest baby, Yeollie. You make Mummy feel so good, my darling, so loved."

"Yeollie feels loved too, Mommy!"

Theres goes your heart (if it was even alive at this point, considering how pretty he's been tonight).

"Mummy's gonna- ah, cum now, baby- ah! Such a good boy, aren't you, honey? So good, so good, so precious. And all mine. Mine, and only mine."

You're panting, voice breathless from how perfectly he fits around you, how perfectly he rubs that spot. You reach down to rub your outer folds, breathlessly hissing out his name as you shudder, cumming over his cock.

He throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut as you clench around him, a whimper escaping his mouth. "Mommy, please? Let baby cum, please?"

His watery doe eyes make you soften, cooing at how pliant he is, how obedient and patient. The perfect little boy for you.

"Cum, Yeollie."

You swallow his deep moans with a kiss, teasingly squeezing his throat one last time.

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Aftercare with your babyboy is always so damn soft. Like, it's just so soft, there're no other words to describe it. You clean him up first because, well, baby deserves it. And then after you've cleaned yourself as well, you limp to the kitchen, while reveling in the pain because yes, get some comfort food and cuddle with your lovely boyfriend on the bed. You feed both of you guys because Channie just turns to soft, mushy, light-headed goo after sex and he can only pout and rasp out soft "Mommyyy"s, not that you mind babying your lovely baby; Channie deserves the world, after all.

"Mommy, Channie's sorry for not being there to wish you on your big day." He pouts, yet you're quick to reassure him, heart sinking to see him still apologetic like this.

"Honey, no. You were on tour, and Mommy understands. Besides, Yeollie made Mommy's day so special, you know? Do you know how happy you make me, baby? How happy you made Mommy feel today?"

"...weally?" You coo so hard at that.

"Mhmmm. Loey's my bestest boy ever. Mommy's lovely little babyboy." He beams adorably at that, and your chest swells with happiness and warmth and pride.

Being a male submissive, and especially one who would willingly bottom to a woman doesn't come with acceptance, especially when he's a tall hunk who, according to society, should be a smouldering alpha male. He could have left you, and even now, he has a hard time loving himself for who he is, but you're there, you'll always be there- and it means the world to him.

So you love him, with every fibre of your being, and he reciprocates it with his all, because you two have been through a lot since you first met; you've shared the same rejection, targeted with the same hate, and now you both just don't care nor do you want to care. You just want to love and be loved. And so you do just that, feeding him some fruit, running your hands through his tousled locks, telling him how good he's been, how lucky you are to have him, how much you love him.

And when he smiles, it's like nothing else matters. Just this smile. Just this moment. Just him, just you two, and nothing else. Because he looks so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful that you could gaze fondly at him 'til the end of time.

And he's worth it.

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𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒁𝒐𝒆♡

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summary : solar congratulate botanica for debuting and welcome them to the dorm building by throwing a party for them.

characters : all of solar + botanica ensemble

genre : comedy / fluff

warnings : swearing , they literally just make fun of each other the whole time . but mostly it’s just a lighthearted piece . it’s also the most chaotic piece i’ve written . oh my god they’re so annoying i hate them so much they’re just kids whose internet should be taken away . it’s also all over the place so if it’s hard to follow lmk

words : 3.4k

[ july 2019, 3:58 pm, botanica dorms ]

“do you think this is too much? they’re just moving in.”

“of course not!”

the party planning committee- which consisted of yongmi, elizabeth, and hyesoo- stood back and admired their work with the other five members behind them. the three of them did surprisingly decent with the small amount of space in the dorm’s living room and kitchen area and the probably under $30 budget they’d pooled from all their pockets and wallets. multicoloured streamers hung from multiple points on the wall and ceiling, bowls with assorted flavours of chips were placed artfully on the coffee table, and a big banner hung above the door that was obviously originally one of those “happy birthday!” banners, but the birthday part had been covered up and now said “happy debut!” because it was no one’s birthday. at least forty balloons were strewn out across the floor- which yongmi almost busted a lung trying to blow them all up- they were gonna get more helium ones but because of their tight budget they’d only managed six. which was fine, six balloons for six boys, right?

“it looks like an eight year old’s birthday party,” minjung said.

“hey! we had thirty dollars, i’d like to see you do better with that,” hyesoo replied, shooting her a glare, which minjung shrugged in response to.

“are they coming soon?” honghui asked, which yongmi responded to not with words but with an expression that clearly stated she didn’t know. meanwhile elizabeth was occupied with her phone seemingly texting someone.

[ new message from : DONT ANSWER//kim sangWHORE ]

[ DONT ANSWER//kim sangWHORE : are we allowed to come up yet ]

after quickly typing out a response, elizabeth announced, “they’re on their way up!”

“quick! hide!“ hyesoo exclaimed, frantically searching the room for a hiding space.

“it’s- it’s not one of those parties,” yongmi replied quietly while hyesoo spotted a nice hiding spot behind an armchair, completely ignoring yongmi’s words.

while elizabeth adjusted the chip bowls and pop bottles on the table for the twelfth time in the last ten minutes, the door opened slightly to reveal baekhan cautiously peeking in.

“are we- is this good can we come in now? are we good?”

elizabeth gave a thumbs-up in his direction, “all set! MINJUNG! get the door!”

minjung sighed, “i should be the one bossing you around,” but despite her comment, she complied and got the door for the six boys.

“so... we did the best we could, we had a tight budget,” yongmi explained as the boys made their way inside, completely ignoring or just not noticing hyesoo jumping out from behind the armchair and yelling “surprise!”.

“kinda reminds me of a little kid’s birthday party,” elliot laughed as tian dashed past him in a beeline for the chip table.

“that’s what i said!” minjung exclaimed.

“elliot! don’t be rude!” baekhan hissed, swatting him in the side of the arm, but not enough to hurt him, even though baekhan was the leader, elliot was tall and strong enough to punt him across the room if he so wanted. and baekhan wanted to set a good example and not make his group look like a dysfunctional mess in front of their seniors.

“i think it’s nice,” jaeyi said, “thanks for doing this, there was really no need.”

“i know,” beth shrugged, “just felt like throwing a party, y’know?”

jaeyi suddenly looked down as he felt someone poking his stomach, and there stood hyesoo, the one poking him, looking up at him with an expression that was a sort of weird mix of amazement, jealousy, and confusion.

“hey you!” she called out with wide eyes, “why are you so tall?” hyesoo was short on a normal day, but her 5’0 figure compared to his 6’2 absolutely dwarfed her, and jaeyi had to keep it together and try not to laugh at the tiny girl in front of him.

“oh my god hyesoo! at least use formalities or something!” minjung snapped at hyesoo, who turned around and looked at her with an innocent expression, then promptly turned back to jaeyi.

“would you rather me call you oppa?”

jaeyi shook his head, “not really, no.”

“good! me neither! i’m gonna go talk to someone else now, talking to you makes my neck hurt.”

jaeyi nodded awkwardly as hyesoo skipped away to the chip bowl, and elizabeth clapped her hands together loudly.

“isn’t it time to actually get this party started?” she announced, only earning a few scattered “heck yeah!”’s but continuing anyway.

“come on! let’s go!!”

“so, min, i have a question,” baekhan sat on the couch with his hands clasped together underneath his chin, and minjung sat next to him with her legs crossed, listening intently. “how do you do it? honestly, how do you cope with being the leader, i want some advice.”

“let me let you in on a little secret,” minjung said, and baekhan leaned in closer, “i don’t.”

“no way!” he jumped back in surprise, “same!” minjung laughed and soon, baekhan followed.

across the room, standing next to the chip table, elizabeth and jaeyi had started talking.

“soooo, how do you feel about debuting?” elizabeth asked in a light, giggly voice, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger.

“it’s... a lot, but i think i’ll get used to it,” jaeyi answered, completely oblivious to elizabeth’s cheesy early 2000s disney channel romcom style flirting attempts.

“how old are you, anyway? you don’t look that much older than me,” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

“i’m- uh- 21,” he answered simply, “why?”

“just wondering,” elizabeth replied, “i just turned 18, so you aren’t that much older than me-“

she was suddenly interrupted by elliot coming up behind jaeyi and exclaiming a little too loudly, “jae, man! there’s this really cool... pop bottle that i need to show you real quick,” he clapped a hand on the taller boy’s shoulder and leaned into his ear to whisper, “i’m saving you, man.”

“i can hear you!” elizabeth huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

“yeah, stop flirting with my bro, it’s fuckin’ weird, man,” elliot responded in english- albeit not proper english, obviously, but being raised in america such as the former, elizabeth understood no problem.

“what makes you think i’m flirting with your bro?” elizabeth said.

“maybe the whole- oh my god, hi jaeyi! how are you? how old are you? just making sure i’ll be able to get in your pants without you catching a case!” elliot mimicked in a high voice, complete with the hair twirling and eyelash batting.

elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“just watch it, okay?” elliot said, and began walking away only to immediately bump into minjae after a few steps of obviously not watching where he was going.

“oh shit sorry,” he said quickly, still speaking english.

minjae looked up at him, not exactly understanding what he said so instead he simply replied, “hi.”

“hi,” elliot echoed, “mj, right?”

minjae nodded, “i like...” he reached up and touched his hair as he tried to find the correct word in english, a language he was in no means fluent in, “...your hair.”

elliot chuckled, “thanks,” and in realizing the other didn’t speak english well, he said, “you know i can speak korean, right?”

“oh! yeah, okay, that’s better,” minjae said with pink cheeks, obviously much more comfortable now speaking in his native tongue. “elliot, right?”

elliot nodded, “i’m fine with whatever, elliot, eli, hanryeol is my korean name if that makes it any easier for you.”

minjae nodded, “hanryeol... i like that. but what if i call you... yeollie?”

he’d never admit it out loud, obviously, but minjae’s little gesture of giving elliot a cute nickname sent his heart up into his throat and painted his face a bright shade of red. so instead he chuckled again and covered it up with a little nonchalant “...cute.”

“isn’t it? and i came up with it on the spot too.”

minjae was just as adorable as the nickname he’d given elliot. when he smiled or spoke, his eyes lit up like he was admiring a star filled sky, and without thinking, elliot blurted, “almost as cute as you.”

he didn’t really think about what he had said until he saw minjae’s smile drop and his face go red, regret set in immediately. “oh god- not like that-!”

“weren’t you just telling off that other girl for flirting with jaeyi? and now look at you two!” a voice behind elliot called causing him fly around, bringing a hand to his chest so his heart didn’t bust out of his throat for the second time in the last minute. when he saw sangwoo standing behind him with a shit-eating grin, he quickly raised a fist like he was getting ready to punch him, and sangwoo retreated.

minjae rolled his eyes at sangwoo, and surprised at his reaction, elliot asked, “you two know each other?”

he nodded, “we were on a dance team together a few years ago, we’ve never really gotten along. i mean, no offence or anything if you like him.”

elliot shrugged, “nah i get it, he’s a bit of a bitch sometimes.”

“i am literally right here,” sangwoo said, laying a hand over his chest like he was offended, even though he knew full well that he was indeed a bit of a bitch sometimes.

elliot scoffed, “get lost.”

when sangwoo eventually left to go annoy someone else, minjae leaned in closer to elliot’s ear and whispered, “i don’t actually hate him, he’s just annoying and he gets on my nerves sometimes. i don’t have the balls to say i hate someone.”

“it’s all cool,” elliot laughed. “anyways i should probably- go over- there,” he jabbed a thumb somewhere behind him.

“no- yeah- you go do that i’ll- see you around,” minjae replied just as awkwardly, and the two split up and went in separate directions.

elliot ended up at one of the snack tables next to daniel and tian, the latter busy with a bowl of chips and the former watching elliot fumble for a plastic cup and a pop bottle with a slightly exasperated look. daniel took one look at his flushed face and knew exactly what was going on.

“simp,” he snorted.

“i’ll fucking hit you,” elliot threatened, not taking his eyes off the cup he was pouring for himself, but it was all too evident that his cheeks were burning a brighter shade of red than they had been before.

“no, i get it, cute little guy, isn’t he?”

“stop trying to fit in, hetero,” elliot said in a sweet but condescending voice, looking up to meet his eye and taking a sip of his drink.

“YO!” they were suddenly interrupted by a voice, and when they looked over to see the source of the voice, hyesoo was standing on top of the kitchen counter with one of those cheap plastic megaphones. “WHO THE FUCK WANTS CAKE?!”

there were a couple scattered cheers, followed by a “HYESOO! get down from there you’re gonna hurt yourself!” from minjung.

“they bought cake? damn, they really went all out,” daniel commented, but elliot wasn’t listening, he was already walking over to where the party planning committee was bringing out a big store bought cake with icing flower decorations and the words “HAPPY DEBUT” written across it in pink icing.

“i think... peach should cut the cake!” yongmi said, “he’s the leader, he should get to do the honours.”

baekhan shot up at the mention of his stage name, and immediately his cheeks went pink and he mumbled out a quick, “ah, no... i’m not good at cutting cake,” in response.

“nonsense!” yongmi exclaimed, “how bad can you be? get over here?”

baekhan reluctantly moved up to the front, where they had the cake set up on the table. and to his (and the rest of his group’s) surprise, he didn’t mess up too bad, and the party planning committee cheering him on didn’t seem to help much.

“you guys really went all out on the eight year old’s birthday party theme huh?” elliot commented, “here- i’ll help hand it out.”

“so have you talked to anyone else yet?” honghui asked tian, who sat next to him with a mouthful of cake.

“not from my group? yeah, i talked to the girls over there that put this all together, they seem nice enough,” tian explained, “i mean- obviously i’d like to get to know you guys better, we’re gonna know each other for a while i’m assuming.”

honghui laughed, “yeah, once you get to know them you might not like them as much. they’re kind of annoying sometimes, but i love them.”

“trust me, i know annoying,” tian replied, “have you talked to eli or clover yet? then you’ll know annoying..”

“i know sangwoo,” honghui said, “i used to-“

jihoon sat down next to him with a piece of cake, cutting him off with a loud, “WHEW!” minjae sat down too, but not as loudly. “so anyways,” jihoon said as he shovelled a forkful of cake into his mouth, “what’s up?”

“tian and i grew up in the same city, isn’t that neat?” honghui said excitedly.

“big city,” jihoon replied simply while shovelling more cake into his mouth.

“talk to anyone else?” minjae asked.

“yeah! peach and jaeyi,” honghui explained, “they both seem like super genuine people, you can tell baekhan is really good at being a leader. jaeyi reminds me of myself in some ways.”

“ah, a simp? and a pussy?” jihoon said.

“a- a what? i don’t know english slang, jihoon-“ honghui replied, furrowing his eyebrows, “but anyways, they’re both super nice.”

“i’ve talked to... yeollie and sangwoo a bit,” minjae said, trying not to roll his eyes at his own mention of the latter’s name.

“...yeollie?” minjae’s eyes widened when he realized honghui’s confusion, and he quickly corrected himself.

“i- i meant eli!”

“you’re already giving each other nicknames?” jihoon exclaimed, tian snickered beside him as he got up to go get more cake.

“well- i mean- i just did that to make his name easier to remember,” minjae mumbled, shoving a large piece of cake into his mouth to try and distract from the flush creeping up his face. he then immediately started choking on said piece of cake.

“MINJAE?! oh god, oh fuck-“ jihoon exclaimed in a panic. he seized minjae around the shoulders and started yelling at him, “ARE YOU CHOKING?! ARE YOU CHOKING?!”

“he can’t respond if he’s choking, dumbass!” honghui yelled back at him, “stand up and put you hands up! i heard that helps somewhere.”

around this time is when tian came back, a plate with two more slices of cake in his hands, and immediately froze. minjae stared at him with his hands in the air, looking like he was silently pleading for help.

“do you think i should- should i go and get someone, or something?” tian said.

“NOPE! we got this!” jihoon exclaimed as he hit minjae on the back, “i took a first aid course with boy scouts when i was in fourth grade, i don’t need help!”

honghui sighed, rubbing his temples, “they’re gonna need help.”

but just as soon as tian was about to get up and call for someone, minjae managed to yell out “i’m good!” and sat back down again. jihoon patted himself on the back.

as he sat down, minjae pulled something out of his mouth, “oh! that’s probably what-“ but then he stopped when he was it was a small slip of paper. he could make out a phone number quickly jotted down in purple ink, as well as a short message below it.

call me

- yeollie

“so that’s why he offered to help with the cake...” tian glanced over to the cake table where elliot was standing with a bright red face. he saw tian staring in his direction and immediately looked away. “what a dumbass!” tian exclaimed, “does he not realize that he could’ve just asked for your number?”

“the mind of a teenage boy works in strange ways,” honghui replied.

“word,” jihoon added.

“i mean... if he wanted to be my friend he could’ve just asked,” minjae said, to which tian laughed loudly.

“this is elliot we’re talking about?” he said, “if he just wanted to be your friend he wouldn’t go through all that. he thinks you’re cute, mj.”

“ooh shit!” jihoon exclaimed as minjae sat there, red faced and staring at his hands.

“YO! LOOK OVER HERE!” they heard hyesoo yell once again, and they looked over to see her standing on the counter with her cheap megaphone. “I NEED ALL THE BOYS OVER HERE. THE NEW BOYS. DON’T CARE ABOUT MY THREE. GATHER ‘ROUND THE PARTY PLANNING COMMITTEE.”

tian looked over to hyesoo, confused, but reluctantly got up and made his way over, but not before telling the other three at the table to not touch his cake. jihoon stole a bite as soon as he turned around anyways.

“so, since we’re gonna wrap up the party soon because we don’t wanna be here too late, we’ll give this to you now. we have a present for you!” hyesoo explained, now sitting on the counter with her legs swinging in front of her, “it’s handmade because we’re great artists if i do say so myself, and we put a lot of time and emotion into it.”

yongmi pulled a medium sized canvas from behind her back. on said canvas was what appeared to be- when baekhan leaned forward slightly to get a better look- a macaroni portrait of the six of them. surprisingly well detailed for an art piece literally made out of noodles, who knew.

sangwoo was the first to speak, like usual, “that’s-“

“i know,” elizabeth cut him off, “we were on a budget, we could only get the cheap macaroni.”

“no, it’s not that,” sangwoo continued, “why macaroni?”

“it’s the best for art pieces,” hyesoo replied confidently.

“i think it’s cute-“ daniel said quickly before sangwoo began to speak once again.

he sighed, “no i mean- why macaroni and not, like, actual paint or something?”

“feels more personal this way,” hyesoo said, sticking her nose up in the air, “and if you have a problem with it then i guess we’ll keep it.”

baekhan lightly shoved sangwoo back so he wasn’t at the front to say something possibly rude without realizing. “i’ll take it- thank you guys, i can see all the effort you put into this.”

“where the fuck are we gonna put it?” sangwoo called from over baekhan’s shoulder, who cringed internally and desperately hoped he wouldn’t say anything else that could leave a sour taste in the mouths of the other three girls. who very obviously put in the effort they could into this party and the gift with the budget they had.

baekhan sighed, knowing he had a lot more to do to try and humble sangwoo. “i’ll take the macaroni thingy.”

jaeyi looked to sangwoo, sensing baekhan’s frustration just a little bit. “what’s the big deal? i think it’s really cute. and considerate, they already threw a party for us and gave us a present.”

“this guy gets it!” elizabeth exclaimed, throwing her arm up to gesture in his direction.

“i mean- we would’ve gotten something more extravagant if we had a larger budget,” yongmi said carefully, “but anyways- since we’ve basically done everything we were planning on doing should we start to clean up? we don’t wanna be in the way of you guys settling in here.”

while the party planning committee were talking, tian was tugging on baekhan’s sleeve trying to get his attention. when the shorter male turned to him, he asked, “can we order something? maybe pizza? we didn’t eat dinner.”

“what are you talking about- i just saw you eat three slices of cake,” baekhan whisper-yelled back.

“that wasn’t dinner,” tian replied simply, “you should know that everyone has a dinner stomach and a dessert stomach.”

baekhan sighed once more, knowing arguing with tian was essentially pointless. “does anyone want pizza?” he asked loudly, “you guys can stay for some if you want.”

yongmi slowly looked around the room, waiting for someone to respond before her. hyesoo and elizabeth looked like they wanted to say yes, honghui, jihoon, and minjae were sitting in the same spot as before, looking like they didn’t even hear, and minjung and yeonwoo sat on the couch, yeonwoo staring at them in anticipation and minjung looking confused, probably didn’t hear either.

“i’m down for pizza,” yeonwoo finally said, followed by a jumbled mix of agreements from the rest of the people in the room.

“alright!” elizabeth exclaimed, “change of plans, the party isn’t over yet!”

“what are you talking about? the party never ends when we’re here,” daniel said, playfully winking. the rest of botanica groaned in unison as baekhan dialled the number for a nearby pizza place.

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Red Velvet - Lotto (EXO - Mafia!AU)

Heyyy so it's been a year- and therefore this'll be some kind of try out for me. So, you'll get more information about Red Velvet. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: since I won't be having a summer vacation, I'll still have work to do for college, so I'm not 100% sure if I'll have time. Also, this prb won't be my best writing, since I haven't written something in over a year...this is just something to get back in the game hahaha

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Red Velvet. They were the first girl gang in town, and they were known for saving women out of nasty situations. The five girls started out as escorts, who you won't consider important people. Unlike most escorts, they got out and formed a gang. They started saving women from the streets, causing more girls to form gangs. Still, they kept most control and other girl gangs would inform them if something threatened their position.

Irene, Wendy, Seulgi, Joy & Yeri. These were the names of the members, who saved women on a daily basis.

It all started 5 years ago...

Irene's P.O.V.

This was one of those dreadful nights. I was sitting on the lap of an old guy, who smelled like cigars. He ignores me while he talks business with some other guys, one of them is Suho. He's the leader of a growing gang in this city, namely EXO. They were running this shit show and I was just another pawn in their game. The guy who had me in his lap was an important business partner of EXO. His son, Kiyoung, was a regular of the club. Recently EXO introduced a new concept in The Black Pearl, called Lotto. It's a kind of lottery with the price, one night with one of us. The guy squeezed my hip a bit and I saw Suho's expression change. ''Irene, leave us. We have some important matters we need to discuss, without an escort eavesdropping on us.'' He said with a straight face, before taking a sip from his whiskey. I left the old man without a second thought and continued roaming the room, hoping to make some money off another guy.

Wendy's P.O.V.

His lips once again brushed against my neck, before I snapped back to reality, ''Chanyeol, we gotta stop doing this.'' I said and pushed against his chest. ''But you enjoy it, don't you?'' he smirked and for once second, I forgot about what was at stake, my life. 'I love you too, Yeollie, but you know this won't end well for me. When they find out about us --- and they will ---, they'll have me killed. Just like when they found out about Jeongyeon and Kris. Suho will think I know too much and kill me without a second thought.'' I sighed and looked down. Chanyeol put a finger under my chin and made me look at him, ''You know I won't let that happen, I love you.'' he said, desperately wanting me to stay with him. ''I know you think that, but in the end, EXO is your family and they'll always come first. Besides that, I'm just a nobody to them, so they won't even care.'' I said, getting fed up and pushing him away.

''Good night, Chanyeol. Please contact me, when you've made your mind up about us.'' I walked away from him without looking behind me, ''Wendy, wait!'' he said, running after me. He grabbed me by my arm and turned me around, ''You know damn well what I want. I want you, and I don't fucking care about their opinions. I love you and no one will come in between us. I know EXO is my family, but they'll just have to accept that I see you as more than a one-nightstand.'' He placed his hand softly on my cheek and placed his lips against my lips.

''I've actually had this idea for some time now,'' he began, and I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. ''How would you feel about getting out of this business and joining EXO? I mean you would do Suho a favor since you're always fighting the customers'' he chuckled. I gaped at him, not knowing what to say. Joining an only-guys gang didn't seem ideal for me as a woman. ''I don't know, Yeollie, I mean I would leave all the girls behind me. I wouldn't want to betray them or leave them behind.'' I said, hoping that he would say they could tag along. ''I know you grew accustomed to these girls, but in the end, they would drop you as well if they got a chance like this.'' I looked at him shocked. I couldn't believe that he would actually say something like that. ''How dare you, say something like that? These girls always had my back, since the beginning. They're MY family.'' I said angrily, for he offended me and my girls. ''I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that I know you girls care about each other a lot,'' he said and turned away from me. ''but just think about my offer, please. I'll drive by with Chen tonight. It would mean the world for me if you left with us.'' he said and walked away, leaving me with my own thoughts.

Later that night...

I entered our room, with my head in the clouds. Chanyeol was picking me up tonight. I would finally leave this life. I'll miss the girls thought, so I'm still not totally sure if I'll take him up on his offer. Sure, living with him would be a dream for me, and I won't have to take shit from perverts anymore. Still, leaving the girls behind doesn't sit right with me. ''What happened to you, something with Chanyeol?'' Lisa asked me, while she was brushing Jennie's hair. I hummed before falling on my bed, sighing dreamily. I rolled onto my stomach and rested my head in my hands. ''He's such a gentleman. Total boyfriend material.'' I said, thinking about all of his handsome futures. ''Besides that, he's in a gang.'' Lisa joked. ''I don't have a dream job either.'' I sighed and rolled back on my back. I could get out of this job today if I just left all of this behind. ''I better get some sleep; we're meeting again after work tomorrow. He has planned a romantic night.'' I lied, knowing damn well I would be leaving tonight. Yes, I had made my mind up. I love the girls, but this time I had to choose for my future. And I couldn't think about a future without Chanyeol in it. Lisa whistled, thinking I would get some on a date. I turned around sadly, for I would leave them all behind.

When we were all asleep, we heard a ticking noise against the window, before something broke the window. Jennie screamed before Tiffany told her to shut up since Ji Won would punish us for making too much noise. Tiffany and Taeyeon headed to the broken window. ''Sorry.'' I heard someone whisper, and I knew that Chanyeol and Chen had arrived. Lisa walked toward the window as well, ''Mina and Wendy, Chen and Chanyeol are here!'' she said excitedly. Mina and Chen were a couple as well. We were the only ones who knew about it, for it could mean death. We both headed to the window, ''Hey baby.'' Chanyeol greeted me. ''Hey love.'' Chen greeted his girlfriend. We both got rosy cheeks and the girls laughed quietly. ''We're here to pick you up, Wendy, as we had agreed.'' my boyfriend said, and the girls began to question me confused.

''Wait you're leaving us?'' ''Why didn't you tell us about this?'' ''Couldn't you trust us?''

That last one hurt the most, ''Yeah, I know, but this is a chance I need to take. I didn't know about this either until today. I was still contemplating it actually, but I have to do this. I want to start a future with him, I love him.'' I teared up. ''We understand, honey, but you should've let us know.'' Tiffany said and gave me a hug. ''I know, I'm sorry.'' I looked down embarrassed. ''Don't be. If you think this is right, you have to go for it. We'll be fine, and if you'll be working for EXO, we'll probably see you at The Black Pearl.'' Taeyeon said. ''Now go pack your bags, before they change their minds!'' Momo said, excited for me. I quickly packed my bags and quietly left the building.

''Don't worry, love. I'll come back for you'' I heard Chen say to Mina, who was staring sadly out of the window.

He never went back for her...

5 years later...

We came back to our headquarters, after another successful mission. ''My back is killing me; I'll be in the shower if anyone is looking for me.'' Seulgi said and walked away. Irene and I went to our office, where we checked for more cases. ''Please tell me, you're giving us the night off.'' Yeri whined for she was tired as well. ''Men won't give women some time off from assault, so why would we give them some time off?'' Irene said strictly and Yeri kept quiet, knowing Irene wasn't to be messed with. Our leader was a calm but terrifying woman if you got in her way.

''Yeri, why don't you sharpen our weapons with Sooyoung, we'll check for more cases.'' Yeri sighed a little annoyed but left anyway to find the other member. ''Little brat has to know her place, having an attitude like that.'' Irene said while she was looking through some files. ''Irene, is something bothering you?'' I asked confused. ''Just another man annoying me, nothing new. Don't worry about it.'' she said, hoping that I would move on. ''Na-ah, who is bothering our poker face queen?'' I joked and she smiled slightly. ''It's someone from EXO- '' she began, ''So it's Suho.'' I interrupted her smiling, right before I sat down on the big wooden desk. ''Yeah, it's Suho. When I worked at The Black Pearl, he always acted weird around me. Recently we had a meeting with them, and he acted weird and cold once again. They were bragging about Suho's one-nightstands, which he never does. I just don't get it- '' she started to rant, ''Wait, you really like Suho, huh?'' I smiled. ''I don't know. I damn well know I don't need a man, but if I would spend my life with one, I might as well make a good choice.'' She said, making me laugh. Irene, the woman who fights men on a daily basis, is gushing about one. ''You know, it doesn't matter. It's not important. Why don't you check up on the basement? Check if everything is still in order. I left her with her own thoughts and headed for the basement.

I heard faint screams, coming down from the basement. I went down the spiral stairs which led me to our basement, which we used as a dungeon. As I got downstairs, the screams became louder, for we used this dungeon for all the women we trapped.

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[sweet-teeth-mfs]

you think chanyeol would be into his partner acting rlly cutesie and baby talking while saying dirty things? 👶🏼 for some reason i am FEELING this rn 🍼

I think Chanyeol is the kind of guy to like almost* anything his partner/s would like, and we all know how competitive he is…so….

…you might want to look under the cut. 

You’d be trying to get his attention

And lets be honest, this is Chanyeol, and sometimes that is difficult.

However

You’ve been here a hot second so you know how to work with him 

…know what he likes.

…know what makes him weak.

So you’d call his name in your sweetest voice

(so softly its almost like you’re a wounded animal)

“Yeol….” 

His ears instantly twitching, shoulders up as he turns to the sound. The shy call coming from the bedroom. 

He’s busy, but he’s never too busy for you. He knows you don’t bother him unnecessarily, and this cute crying is not the usual ‘I need you to move something that’s too high for me to reach’ kind. 

it’s the other kind. 

“…Yeollllll” 

So, he’d move towards the room instantly, but stop just before the last corner, hiding himself, waiting. 

“Yeollie…I neeeeed you…” you’d call 

Voice soft 

Just the register that makes his stomach flip 

Makes his skin buzz with electricity 

He’d not be able to resist 

His body rippling with the repressed emotion as he gives in (losing the game) and walks around the corner 

Coming into the bedroom 

Seeing you sitting there 

On the bed 

Relaxed on your knees, 

His biggest jacket 

You know the one

Draped loose off of your shoulders 

Dressed in candy pink lingerie 

…and nothing else.

Making you look like some sweet treat wrapped up just for him 

He’d probably swear under his breath 

Fall to his knees dramatically 

Look up at you, his hands clutching his chest over his heart 

“Why’re you doing this to me???” 

You’d pout 

Then smirk,

“Baby wants attention.” 

He’d laugh, sitting back, still feasting his eyes

Heck he’d love it so much he’d want to snap a photo 

Its his homescreen for two weeks 

Until… you send him an upskirt whilst he’s away in Japan. 

THAT one stays for 6 months 

At least 

But I digress dont ask me about texting yeol oh lord

He’d finish snapping some pics then he’d sit down next to you

“What does my baby need?” he’d ask 

You wouldn’t move, just look at him with the pout again, 

��Wants filling.” 

He’d smile, his voice soft and sympathetic

“Wants filling?” His fingers gently tracing your cheek, “Ohhhh, poor Baby!” 

He’d kneel on the bed, dwarfing you, nearly straddling you, making you crane your neck up

Goddamn it he knows you love it when you’re lost in him

Goddamn he’s too big sometimes

sometimes

He’d smile that smug smug smug smile

He knows he has you when he does this

“What does my baby girl want?” he’d ask, 

Cradling your head in his hands - 

his long fingers probing you 

impressing on you the fact you already know

That fuck me he’s got big hands

That he can control you

That he owns you

You gulp, your neck wonderfully painful as he flexes his fingers, his hands splayed to completely capture your head. 

“Baby’s been bad,” you’d stutter

god whys it so hard to breathe?

pleasepleaseplease

“Baby needs punishing.” 

His eyebrows would raise

“Ooh no…” 

Mockery.

Then-

“I want you to tell me everything you want me to do to you” he says, and his voice is deadly, like the sharp edge of a knife 

his face suddenly like a mask

his eyes like fire

You’d stutter, feeling him overpower you, like he’s burning you from the inside, feeling him fold his personality into a deeper, darker sphere,

Your only option is complete compliance. 

“B-baby wants your cock.”

Stumbling over words

“Baby wants your fingers.”

Feeling the swoon of the rush of blood 

“Baby wants you to - to - to…” 

his fingers creeping to your lips, 

pushing down, dragging your mouth open, 

hard

You’re stuck

Shivering

Burning 

Drool slipping from your open mouth onto his fingers, 

Ooh its so hard oh god I don’t think I can take it anymore

“Baby wants to hurt.” 

[geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek]

a burn mark on my skin 

Ed’s hand has Roy carved into it, dead center of his palm. 

happy holidays, @yeollie-bells​! i’m your @fmagiftexchange​ gifter and you said you’d be fine with royed and soulmates, so here you go! enjoy~! 

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Ed’s hand has Roy carved into it, dead center of his palm.

Or, more accurately, his soul is carved with that name, and his palm is just where it happened to manifest on his physical body.

That hand is gone now, replaced with the automail, but Ed knows, sees it there whenever he looks at his hands and lets his eyes linger on the unmarred metal. It might not be a part of his physical body anymore, but it’s still on his soul, because not even the Truth can take away something so intrinsically him.

He’d wondered, briefly, hysterically, in that place between places, in front of a door that he never should have opened but can’t forget what he’d seen beyond it, if giving up his soulmate would be payment enough to get Al back. If giving up himself not only in body but in every way he is would right the wrong he’d done.

It would have been worth it.

(Al is worth everything.)

But the Truth didn’t want that. The Truth took his arm and let him keep the rest, and now Al is stuck in the armor (no more body, no more Winry carved over his heart to match the Alphonse carved along her wrist) and Ed still has Roy on his soul but not on his palm because he doesn’t have it anymore and the only thing he knows for sure is that equivalent exchange is a fucking joke.

Everything is a fucking joke because Roy walks in and looks at him with such absolute fury and horror it makes something inside him flinch and curl away, and then tells him he saw and demands what did you do.

(But Roy also looks at him with something like understanding and tells him he can fix it, but only if he tries.)

Roy turns out to be an asshole, an absolute bastard, but also a good man. He makes shitty jokes and keeps smirking at Ed in such a patronizing way it makes his blood boil and acts like all Ed will ever be is a child despite all he’s been through and all he’s done, but he’d give his life for his team in a heartbeat and there’s no one Ed trusts more to have his back, and he’s had to do things that left him with nightmares and he doesn’t believe he deserves forgiveness for any of it but it doesn’t stop him from doing everything he can to make amends and do good because if he doesn’t then why shouldn’t he just eat a bullet and call it a day? so he plans and he calculates and he tries to make life just a little better for the people he serves (not the military; the citizens of Amestris, because the military is full of scumbags and assholes who take advantage and oppress in equal measure and it makes them all sick) and he never asks for anything in return.

He’s more than earned Ed’s respect and admiration and he deserves the fucking world even though he won’t let anyone give it to him and it’s so infuriating Ed wants to rip his hair out.

(Ed’s a fucking hypocrite, though, but he won’t ever say it out loud.)

So Ed stares at his palm made of steel and sees Roy in small, delicate letters even after all the times Winry’s had to replace it, and every time he claps and feels the surge of his alchemy crackle through his veins he thinks of Roy Mustang and how (badly, terribly, desperately, infuriatingly—) tight he wants to hold onto him.

The universe must like him a little, though, because Roy has Edward carved in tiny letters on his hand, too—right down his finger where his thumb meets it when he snaps his own alchemy to life. It’s covered by his gloves most of the time because Roy is basically defenseless without them (He’s not. He’s strong and capable with a sharp wit and cutting intellect and he can more than hold his own, but Ed likes to tease him), but every once in a while, when it’s just them left in the office after a long day, Roy will take them off and cast them aside, and he’ll hold out his arm and let Ed hold his hand.

(Roy always has the softest smile on his face when Ed does that, like he can’t believe he could have ever gotten so lucky but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take it and hoard it for all its worth and never let it go.)

“You’re a sap,” Ed says. He traces his finger gently (lovingly) over his own name on Roy in contradiction to his accusing tone.

Roy just chuckles at his words. “You’re the one holding my hand.”

Ed scowls, knows he’s blushing, and holds it tighter to prove a point. He’s still not sure what he’s trying to prove, but Roy gets it regardless.

He’s asked, before, if Roy is bothered by his name no longer being on Ed’s palm like it should be, if it doesn’t make him doubt it all—this, them. Ed can feel it, can feel his tie to Roy on an instinctual, spiritual level, knows it the way he knows how to breathe and live and use alchemy, but without visible indication, how can Roy be sure, too?

Roy’s said he knows it the same way Ed does, like he knows breathing and living and alchemy, and that, sometimes, he thinks he sees it on Ed’s palm, too. Those are the days he takes Ed’s hand in his and holds it tight even though Ed can’t feel things like that with the automail the way he can with his flesh and bone hand.

“Dinner tonight?” Roy asks, and Ed says, “Only if you’re buying.”

(Roy always buys. Ed would feel bad about it but Roy’s the doting type and Ed kind of likes to be doted on.)

When they finally leave the office, Roy takes Ed’s hand in his, and Ed curls his fingers to fit in between Roy’s.

[mylifeinhopeworld]

Moving out

genre: smut

pairing: jealous!Chanyeol x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: degradation, cum play, edging, orgasm denial, spanking

You were moving in a new apartment with Sehun, your best friend since you were 5 years old. You had made a promise when you were about 14: to live as roommates for at least a year when you got older. It was funny to you because you had argued for a long time on who would be most responsible adult and that was the perfect occasion to finally know the truth. You basically lived with each other during the entirety of your childhood  and you figured being roommates wouldn’t be much different.

You were also very happy about leaving your old roommate, a friend from high school who would never help you clean the apartment and always invent excuses so she would get away with it.

You were smiling widely when you finally entered Chanyeol’s place. He also lived with a friend, Baekhyun, who was rarely home. Today was no exception and you found your boyfriend alone, laying on the couch while absentmindedly watching tv. He turned to you as he heard you entering the room and opened his arms wide to pull you in a warm hug.

“Hi baby, how was your day? You look like a mini ray of sunshine! Is something good happening that I don’t know of?” You landed a small peck on his cheek before walking to the kitchen.

“Yes, I’m so happy, I’m finally moving in at my new place next week! Wait, I need to go get something, I’ll tell you about it when I sit down, okay?”

He followed you to the kitchen and sat at the table while you looked through the fridge for something to drink.

“You can’t tell me now? I want to know what makes you so happy, because it makes you look like a little angel- not that you don’t always look like one.”

You answered without taking your head out of the fridge, finally finding what you had been searching for.

“Well, I’m so relieved, ‘cause I’m getting away from that girl I told you about and...Sehun is going to be my new roommate!”

As you looked back at him, you noticed that something about him had changed. He didn’t seem as happy as before. You walked closer to him with questioning eyes.

“What’s wrong, Yeollie? Aren’t you happy for me?” He thought about his answer a little too long for your liking.

“Yes, I’m happy for you, baby, but why him?”

“Well, first, he’s my friend and we keep talking about it since high school, and second, who else did you want me to move in with?”

His answer surprised you, but you couldn’t deny that you had thought about it too. “You could have asked me! I would have gladly said yes! I’m sure Baek could ask Jongdae to live here if money was a problem.”

You replied with the conclusion you came to a few days ago. “I don’t think it would work, because we would keep distracting each other all the time! We’d end up kissing on the couch instead of working and our neighbors would hate us...” You chuckle at the last sentence, knowing it was completely true. However, your face lost all traces of a smile as he snapped back.

“And what tells me that’s not what’s going to happen anyways? If it’s not with me...what tells you it isn’t what he’s thinking of?”

You put your empty glass on the table a little faster than you intended and stared at him, disbelief painted on your features.

“What do you mean, Chanyeol? Sehun and I are friends. Nothing more. It’s always been very clear! Are you...being jealous?”

You waited for his answer, but nothing came out of his mouth. He simply looked at you, his eyes telling everything.

“I can’t believe you think like that! I can’t get a roommate without you getting jealous! I love you, don’t you trust me? I don’t like him that way, is it that hard to understand?”

You turned around to leave the room, not wanting to start an argument between the two of you. You didn’t need to listen to his answer, he didn’t want to understand that there had never been feelings other than friendship between you and Sehun. It wasn’t the first time he got jealous either.

You heard his voice behind you. It was lower than before and his boldness took you by surprise.

“Oh, but I do trust you, baby. I know a good girl like you would never let another man touch her.”

You turned back toward him at the name, trying to keep your calm. 

“Park Chanyeol, I’m trying to be somewhat mad at you right now, but you’re making this extremely hard for me. So stop calling me like that.”

You knew he wasn’t actually angry because of you, so you figured you could play his little game. You were aware of how he acted when he was jealous and it took you everything not to give in immediately. His words were carefully chosen to prove the huge effect he could have on you. He walked even closer as he talked, voice even lower and a glint of defiance in his eyes.

“And what if I don’t stop, sweetheart?”. 

You raised your hand, pointing at the door. Your answer was meant to provoke him, since you both wanted the same thing right now.

“Well, I’ll get out and do something else than talk with you. Like asking Sehun to help me pack my things from my old apartment, for example.”

He took both of your wrists in his large hands and pushed you back hard against the wall behind you, his face only centimeters away from your ear. He spoke in a deep growl.

“Why don’t we try that again, babygirl?” Your knees felt weak and you let out a small moan,

“And I don’t want to hear his name getting out of your mouth again tonight, it’s only you and me.” With that, he latched his mouth onto the skin of your neck, dragging new sounds from your mouth. He pulled you into a passionate and hungry kiss. His hands ran up and down your sides, before settling on your hips and pressing you even harder against the wall. By the time you two parted, you were out of breath and craving for more.

“Fuck, Chanyeol...” He didn’t even let you finish before interrupting you again. 

“I honestly thought you were smarter than this...bringing him up now that you know I’m mad. That wasn’t a very clever idea, baby.”

His hands snaked back to settle on your ass and he turned you around before landing a hard slap over the material of your pants. His fingers tugged on the hem of your shirt, instructing you to take it off.

“Get in the bedroom. Now.”

You followed his words, laying on the bed and taking off your jeans and bra in the process. He was always a little rougher when he got jealous, but he knew you secretly liked it.  

When he walked in, you held back a needy whimper. You could clearly see his hardness through his boxers and he held something in his hands, but you weren’t able to see what it was. You quickly got an answer when he told you to get on all fours and tied your hands together to the headboard.

“You’re so needy for me, you little slut. All I had to do was use dirty little nicknames and look at you now, ready to take everything I’m going to give you.”

He landed another sharp slap on the now bare skin of your ass, making you gasp and tug at your restraints. You heard him chuckle darkly behind you.

“Come on, baby, I won’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want.”

You only managed to get a whisper out as an answer.

“I need you, Chanyeol. Please.”

You instinctively tried to move yourself back on him, but he stopped you with another slap. He laughed again at your small whimper.

“I’m the only one who can get you this needy, isn’t that right, babygirl?”

He punctuated his last word with a third slap to the reddening skin in front of him. He didn’t even wait for your answer before running a finger up your clothed slit, making you fall to your elbows with a moan.

“So wet for me.”

He tugged down your panties and slid a finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out at a slow pace. He held your hips still when you tried to move to get more friction. 

“Don’t move, slut. You don’t decide what you get.”

He teased you with his long fingers for what felt like an eternity, keeping you so close, yet so far from your high until you were practically crying and begging him for your release.

“Please, let me cum! I need it so badly.”

 He took his hand off of your throbbing clit to slide down his boxers, freeing his hard member and letting beads of precum fall onto your lower back.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do.” were the only words he growled before pushing himself deep into your dripping cunt. You let out a loud whine as you fought back your nearing orgasm. He filled you so well, stretching you out as he moved faster and faster, making the sound of your moans louder with every thrust of his hips. His hands gripped your hips, nails digging at your skin and leaving small red marks. You knew he was nearing his own release, by the way his movements got messier as he growled in your ear.

“I want you to cum with me. Cum on my cock while I fill your tight little pussy, baby.”

It didn’t take long before you felt him spill into you, making you clench around him as you came hard. He continued moving lazily before pulling out and watching his cum drip down your shaking thighs. 

“I love seeing you like this, but I don’t think you’ll be able to carry anything tomorrow, baby.”

He was right, you would be sore for a few days because of him, but he was clearly proud of himself. After catching your breath, and untying your hands from the bed, you lie down and look at him with a smile.

“You’re going to have to help me move out, then.”

[thotantics]

⚤   pairing — reader + Park Chanyeol (exo)

✎ word count — 595

✦ genre — smut, drabble

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, pwp

[A/N] under the cut bc it’s immediate filth oops lmao im nothing if im not chanyeol’s whore

[Requested] 9,"wanna taste?" With Chanyeol

Chanyeol had been edging you with his tongue for what felt like hours. He was luxuriating in the feel of your slick folds, spreading you open and licking you deeply. He moans against your wet flesh as if pleasuring you with his tongue feels as good to him as it does to you, and the vibrations from the deep, vibrato sounds that rumble out of him send a thrill through your veins every time.

His thick fingers are buried into you, three of them now as he slowly fucks them in and out of your clenching hole. When he hears your desperate gasp, he knows you’re close again and he pulls back, looking up at you under heavily lidded eyes.

Chanyeol gazes up at you with his plump lips parted and glistening, the slick of your arousal spread across his chin and nose, his eyes peer up at you as if he’s drunk on you. He withdraws his fingers and presses them into his mouth, sucking the taste of you from his digits with a groan as if he was enjoying his favorite meal.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good.” He groans. He straightens up, his big hands keeping your thighs spread open and he replaces his fingers with his cock, pressing himself inside of you as deep as he can get.

He fucks you deep and slow, exaggerating the sloppy sounds of your cunt taking in every inch of him with a snap of his hips occasionally. His mouth is hanging open and he’s still looking at you with a dazed expression, when he suddenly pulls his cock out of you and asks you with a low, husky whisper, “Wanna taste?”

Chanyeol grips his cock, coated in the slick of your own juices and he walks on his knees up the bed until he’s by your face, pressing forward towards your open mouth as you nod your consent, stretching your neck forward until you taste yourself on his cock. He watches with his mouth open, breathing heavy as you suck and swallow, tongue trailing over every inch of him to make sure you lick up every drop of your slickness from his shaft. He grips your hair and holds it tight, forcing himself deep into your throat until you gag around him, throat muscles contracting and he groans and pulls back out.

Still holding tight to your hair, Chanyeol kisses you, tugging your head back so your neck is exposed and he wraps his fingers tightly around your throat as he moves back into position and slides his cock back inside of you.

“Good girl.” He grunts as he slams his hips into you repeatedly, “Do you like the way your pussy tastes?”

You nod your head rapidly, licking the remnents of your own arousal from your lips, “I love tasting myself on your cock, Yeollie.” You groan back at him.

“So dirty for me,” He grunts, “That’s my good girl.”

His hips snap into you until he feels you cumming hard around him, rhythmically clenching and releasing on his cock, and he tightens every muscle in his body, trying with everything in him to hold back until you’re finished. He just manages to pull it off, pulling himself out of you and moving back to press the tip of his cock to your lips before he’s cumming, spilling the first little bit down your neck before he gets into your mouth.

As you swallow every drop he offers you, Chanyeol strokes your hair and smiles down at you, love shining from his eyes.

[byuneebuns]

Fenced In (Part 15)

Chanyeol/Baekhyun x Reader College AU

Rated: M for Smut

Tags: Angst, College AU, Slow Burn

Author’s Note: HELLO!!!!! It’s good to be back. I hope you enjoy the update. Thank you again for waiting for me. ♡ No link to the mini masterlist in this post since Tumblr is (I believe still) being odd about links, however it can be found using the masterlist post in my bio! Please give me your thoughts, feelings, etc about this update! It’s been so long since I published anything, so the feedback would be very encouraging.

Your blood turned to ice as your brain caught up with reality. You barely managed to wait until the professor finished calling out names before you leapt out of your seat and made your way to his podium, trying your best to keep from breaking into a desperate sprint.

Someone else didn’t have that much self control.

Baekhyun was taking the steps of the lecture hall two at a time, weaving through the crowd ahead of him haphazardly, ignoring the death stares he was receiving from those that weren’t quick enough to get out of his way.

He reached your joint destination first and you arrived just in time for your stomach to sink at the words you overheard.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Byun, but I don’t have enough time nor interest in your personal life to rearrange the entire class to accommodate your request. Best of luck to you both, and I look forward to seeing your work.” 

Baekhyun didn’t spare you a backwards glance as he stalked out of the classroom. Without considering the consequences of your actions you followed, catching his shoulder in a tight grip, and forced him to finally face you.

When his gaze met yours it felt like your heart was stuck in your throat, beating ferociously against the walls of your esophagus, strangling you.

His eyes were sad, tired, and a little wary. 

“What do you want?” 

You wanted to hit him. To scream at him. To curse his name for being so unaffected by your presence while you suffered being in his.

You bit your lip, just hard enough to for the metallic taste of your blood to taint your tongue.

“We need to talk.”

You kept a firm grip on his sleeve as you half led, half dragged, Baekhyun down the hallway towards a vacant classroom. If he had objections they were hidden from his expressionless face. Now that you were alone with him you were starting to regret your rash actions. Heat rose to your face as your nerves got the best of you. Your tongue felt coated in cement and you both stood there in silence while you agonized over how to tackle this obstacle until Baekhyun finally spoke.

“Look, I don’t want to get a bad grade on this. We can just email each other our work. We don’t have to work together directly.” 

You felt a stab of pain in your chest, like you were walking in on him all over again, being rejected all over again, being heartbroken all over again. 

All of the pain you’d spent weeks burying was rushing back to the surface in light of his indifference.

“Why are you being like this? More importantly, why do I care so much? This is so stupid. I wish that I’d never met you.” You shouted, louder than you’d intended, hot tears searing the corners of your eyes where they were threatening to fall. 

Baekhyun was somehow towering over you, despite his average stature, with carefully rehearsed cold words balanced on the tip of his tongue. Words that melted as your calm exterior shattered. Your lip was trapped between your teeth, a familiar sight, but not in the way that he was used to. 

Your eyebrows were shaking ever so slightly, in time with your hands, as you fought a losing battle to maintain your composure. As you struggled, so did he. You stood together, the silence stretching into years until it was unmade by two words so soft they were almost drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“I’m sorry.”

“You are, Baekhyun. Just not in the way that you mean. Not that you actually mean anything that you say.�� 

Your voice was sharp. Sharp enough, you hoped, to cut the man that stood opposite you. You wanted him to hurt. To feel at least a fraction of what you felt when you saw him. You wanted to hate him, perhaps more than you’d wanted to believe that he ever felt anything real for you. 

“I’ve never lied to you. Not once. Brand me what you will, I deserve your hatred, but I’m not a liar. Not to you.”

The final thread holding you together finally snapped. All attempts at poise and self-control abandoned, you sank to the floor, crouching to hug your knees to your chest as the levees collapsed and released the flood of tears that you’d been desperately trying to contain.

“I hate you Baekhyun. Just go. Please, just go.”

You heard footsteps, but they sounded far away. You couldn’t tell where they were headed and you didn’t care. Everything else ceased to matter as your sadness, the sadness that you’d been ignoring for weeks, swallowed you whole. 

A firm hand found your back and your body suddenly lurched forwards. Your eyes flew open just in time for your sight to be stolen by the chest your face was firmly pressed into. You opened your mouth to protest, but he spoke first:

“Please. Please don’t speak. I know that I’ve done awful things. You could say that they’re my specialty.” His monologue was punctured by a bitter laugh.

“I deserve your hatred. I do. But you don’t deserve to be hurt like this. Don’t cry over me. I can’t watch you cry. I’m sorry for dragging you into my bullshit. I’m...not a good person. I don’t like myself, and I try to make up for it by being charming and funny and kind and cool and all of these things...that I’m...not. I’m not any of it. I make girls that I don’t deserve fall for me to fill a void, and then I run away from their feelings because I’m a fucking coward. Only this time it was a little different.”

Baekhyun held you tighter, gripping you almost to the point of discomfort, like he thought that you would vanish if he let go. His voice dropped to a whisper.

“This time I ran from myself. I was so scared. So, so scared. Of you. I haven’t felt this way in so long, haven’t cared about what someone else thinks of me, about their feelings. Not really. Haven’t looked forward to seeing someone just to see them and...I got scared. It was too much. You always saw right through me. I couldn’t stand the thought of you seeing too much and being disappointed. I thought if I pushed you away, if I just...did what I always do...that it would go away, and then you were there, and your face, and I, I just-. I’m sorry.”

Baekhyun’s voice finally broke after his breathless admission, giving way to soft sobs. Almost against your will you felt your arms circle his waist, holding him with the same intensity that he held you with as your tears softly rained on each other. Time stopped. The only thing left that proved you were still alive was a steady heartbeat. You weren’t sure if it belonged to you or to him.

The sound of the door opening tore you out of your trance.

“O-oh, we thought this was empty.” The shadow of a female figure was barely visible before the door slammed shut again, the faint sound of women giggling left in it’s wake. The deed was already done; the spell had been broken. Baekhyun withdrew from you, hastily wiping stray tears from his swollen eyes.

“Ah, I don’t know what I was thinking. I really am sorry. For everything. I hope that you can...find the happiness that you deserve.” He choked on his last words like they hurt him to speak them as he stood, turning to flee the room, to flee from you again, but the sound of his name rooted him to the spot.

“Aren’t you tired of running away yet?” Your dry lips cracked, overwhelming your tastebuds with the salty mixture of tears and blood. Baekhyun stared at you, disbelief painting over his anguished face. You gently patted the floor next to you, inviting him to return to your side. 

He was a man torn. Like a frightened rabbit, ready to escape at the first sign of danger, his eyes darted across your face uncertainly while his feet slowly shuffled forward. He sat beside you at last, watching you with a mystified expression.

“Why?” Was all he managed to croak from his raw throat.

“If you know that what you’re doing is stupid, isn’t it better to change? I still kind of...really want to punch you right now, but I also don’t want to see you look so sad. It hurts. I don’t want to hate you. I want to know the Baekhyun that hides behind a mask. Besides, he and I have a project to work on.” You smiled at him gently, warmly, encouragingly, and watched the fear slowly melt from his face and give way to a shy, yet brilliant smile.

“Yeah, I guess they do.”

***

When you got home Chanyeol was pulling on his coat. The way he smiled at you tugged at your heart strings in ways you weren’t familiar with. Guilt? You had nothing to feel guilty about. The emotion pierced your heart all the same.

“Baby girl, you’re just in time for me to leave.” He pouted, enveloping you in a bear hug. You breathed in his scent, willing it to calm you. Your brain felt like a bundle of raw nerve endings after the events of the afternoon.

“Sorry I’m home so late. I have a big English project due soon.” You breathed into his chest, nuzzling it softly with your cheek.

Chanyeol pulled away, his large hands resting on your shoulders while he studied your face.

“You okay?” He asked, staring pointedly at the puffy bags circling your eyes, running the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone with worry. 

“I’m fine, Yeollie. You’d better get going. I’ll be here when you get back, okay? Go get those tips!” You said with what you hoped was a reassuring smile, smoothing the front of his work shirt from where you’d wrinkled it. You were relieved when he returned the same loving grin, kissing you gently on the forehead before taking his leave.

You let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding when the door shut at your back and trudged towards your bedroom, collapsing on your bed still fully clothed. You were asleep in seconds.

***

“Stop stalling and let me see it!” You scowled impatiently, clawing at the the backpack that Baekhyun was trying desperately to keep out of reach.

“I already told you that it isn’t ready yet. Sto- Hey!” He scrambled to recover his belongings as you danced away from him with them in tow. A warning glare from the librarian kept him silent as he crept after you with a gloomy expression.

“Fine, you can read it I guess, but I’m not satisfied with it yet....” He muttered while you rifled shamelessly through his possessions.

“You’re so funny, Baekhyun. We’re supposed to work together, remember? Wow, for someone that tries to act so carefree you really are meticulous with your schoolwork, aren’t you?” You mused, smirking at your partner’s obvious embarrassment as you thumbed through very diligently taken lecture notes in search of his essay.

True to his word, Baekhyun was a different man than the one you’d grown to know before. In  a short week you’d met a man that was a little nervous, shy, easily embarrassed, and surprisingly hardworking. It was apparent that he’d been putting on an act for a long time and keeping his guard down around someone was still very uncomfortable. Despite the differences though he was still very much the same in his own way. Still witty, still demanding and pouty, still flirtatious at times, still prone to giggle fits and silly jokes. Still a living ray of sunshine, just with a few clouds sometimes.

It was real. It was refreshing.

There were times that he seemed to be his old self again and you couldn’t help wondering if it was just so ingrained into him that he wasn’t quite sure who he was anymore. The pity that you felt for him outweighed your resentment, perhaps against better judgment. You wanted so badly to ask why he’d closed himself off emotionally, to ask what had happened to him, but it was a conversation for another time.

You finally found the bundle of papers you’d been searching for and your eyes pored over them eagerly, holding your breath until you reached the final punctuation mark.

“This is great! Perfect!” You exhaled.

You beamed at your companion, your grin widening as you saw his cheeks light up with embarrassment.

“You think so? It’s just okay. It needs a lot more work.” He muttered, pressing his palms into his face to hide its hue.

“No, it’s perfect! Don’t change a thing.” 

The words had scarcely left your still-parted lips before they were forced together by the softness of Baekhyun’s mouth pressed against them, one hand gently caressing your jaw while the other wound itself at the nape of your neck and held you to him. You stiffened, dumbstruck, with cheeks blazing until he finally withdrew.

“You’re perfect. Don’t change a thing.” He whispered, his voice husky as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear affectionately.

Alarms were ringing in your ears as your shock subsided into panic. You snatched your bag and stood, ignoring the way Baekhyun’s eyebrows drew close with worry.

“I-I forgot, I actually have to, uh, go, I have...something!” You blurted out, too alarmed to even come up with a proper excuse before all but sprinting from the library, leaving Baekhyun alone with his distress.

***

The lights were off in your apartment when you opened the door. Your brow furrowed. You’d thought you had remembered Chanyeol saying today was a day off for him. Perhaps you were mistaken. You tapped a quick text to him all the same.

You: I thought you said that you would be home when I got here! :(

Yeollie: I picked up a shift at work.

You: Ah, I see. What time are you off?

Yeollie: Late.

You: Noooo. Have a good night ♡ 

Your eyes burned holes into the screen. 

“Read 19:07.”

He was just busy. 

Maybe he was in a bad mood. 

You were taking it personally where you shouldn’t but anxiety was ripping through your good sense. Chanyeol was never, ever short with you like this. He always texted first, was always quick to response, and his messages were always full of every bit of warmth that his physical presence contained.

You placed your phone on the coffee table where you couldn’t keep from glancing at it in hopes of a reply every few minutes. Minutes that stretched into hours as you tried to distract yourself with the mindlessness of the television, convincing yourself that you weren’t waiting up for him, you were just very engrossed in this movie, whatever it was called.

Your phone vibrated, your heart pounding wildly until it stopped altogether when you saw the sender’s name on your screen.

Baekhyunnie~~<3: I’m really sorry about earlier please don’t be mad at me!!!!!! <3333 >.<;;

You: It’s okay, I’m not mad.

Baekhyunnie~~<3: You seemed pretty mad to me but maybe it was just the way you ran away from me. You know, in terror.

You sighed, massaging your temples in a vain attempt to keep the mounting stress headache at bay. You should have seen this coming. Foresight wouldn’t have freed you from the desire to avoid it though.

You: It isn’t that...it’s just everything that happened is still so fresh. And I don’t really know how to say this but I’ve kind of been seeing someone lately

You held your breath as you watched Baekhyun start and stop typing at least five times before the screen flickered to life with his reply.

Baekhyunnie~~<3: I see

Baekhyunnie~~<3: who?

You: Actually it’s my roommate. Chanyeol.

Baekhyunnie~~<3: I can’t say that I’m surprised

Baekhyunnie~~<3: but I’m not going to lose.

Baekhyunnie~~<3: besides i’m way cuter than him~ 'ㅅ' hehe~ 

You couldn’t help snorting. For as much as he might have been trying to lighten the mood you could feel his resolve and you had no doubt that he meant every word and it made your stomach jump for reasons you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

You elected not to respond, more out of speechlessness than annoyance, and regretted it immediately.

Baekhyunnie~~<3: you’re not allowed to ignore me after i make declarations of war it makes me feel weird -_-;

Baekhyunnie~~<3: but hey, really, if you want me to give up on you I understand, so please just tell me what you want. I don’t want to make you sad, or uncomfortable.

There it was. The question you weren’t ready to answer. Your body felt like it was being crushed from the immense pressure of those words alone. You couldn’t breathe, wished with all of your might that you could vanish at that moment, slip into a coma and reawaken whenever this mess was over.

You could see Baekhyun starting to type again so you answered at last, if only to keep him from pressing on.

You: Please don’t ask me things like that for now, I can’t answer what I don’t honestly know

Baekhyunnie~~<3: It’s ok, I get it. Take your time ok?? and get some sleep young lady it is past your bed time, only delinquents stay up this late

You: that explains why you’re messaging me then

Baekhyunnie~~<3: exactly now go to bed!!!!!! >:0

You dragged yourself to bed as instructed, not at all cured of your unease, and stared at the ceiling in silence until exhaustion finally claimed you.

When you woke up in the morning and finished blinking away your grogginess you were met with a terrifying realization:

For the first time in weeks, you had woken up completely alone.

[fairyshuuu]

Mercy has a price pt.6

.summary. You’ve been an outsider all your life. Never truly part of one life, and never truly part of the other. When you find him though, the people you once called yours fall into pieces to pry you apart. .word count.  4k .pairing. minseok x reader .genre. werewolf au  smut (m) .other members.

.author’s note. Like with Yeollie, if you don’t like reading smut, just skip this part, and pick back up with part 7. There won’t be important info that you miss~ .warnings. pure smut part 1.  part 2.  part 3.  part 4.   part5.   part6.

You wake, feeling way too hot, and sit up. Your skin feels sticky, or maybe it is the sheets, whatever it is makes you slide out quickly. You look to the empty space to your side, a small whine escaping your throat before you can stop it. Minseok is not tucked under the blankets like he should be, though it doesn’t really surprise you. He’s been waking up a lot during the night to take a step outside.

You bite your bottom lip, wipe your hands on your shirt once, and walk over to the doors of the small balcony. Your mate stands looking out over the hills and the trees swaying in the soft night breeze, his back turned to you. His naked top half glistens in the light of the moon, he too much too hot and too sticky, and just that sight sends multiple flares of heat to your belly.

You pause, nails involuntarily digging into the wood of the still unopened door. Your mouth is dry, and no matter how much you try to wet your lips, it doesn’t really help. Carefully, you slide your fingers around the handle, pulling open the door of the balcony. Minseok’s ears twitch a little. The air is chilly up this high, it feels nice. You come to stand next to him on bare feet, instantly being tucked under his arm and having a kiss pressed to your temple.

Minseok’s eyes find your big ones. “Hey.” He looks over the view again, though his arm doesn’t move from your shoulders. “What are you doing up, love? It’s late.” Your eyes follow his lips as he speaks, and while you try to focus on what he’s saying, your brain kind of filters out everything except the movement of his perfect lips. You pout and swallow again. His lips would feel so good against yours right now, so good and sweet.

Minseok looks over at you again when you don’t answer right away. You blink your lashes, before looking away. “Uhm, I… couldn’t sleep. Too warm.”

Minseok hums. “Me too.” You take a deep breath, willing yourself to focus on the treetops below you, but then the blonde presses another kiss to your temple and you’re lost. You turn to him and press your lips to his jaw, to which Minseok lets out a surprised breath. Your lips feel absolutely burning against him, his skin sweeter than marshmallows.

You slide them down more, to his chin, his throat, kissing his neck and scraping your teeth along the soft expanse of skin, Minseok letting out a growl that comes all the way from the back of his throat. His fingers slide into your hair, the other taking hold of your jaw. And then he’s pulling you away from his skin, clenching his teeth.

“What are you doing?” He asks, slightly breathless, dark eyes flicking all over your face, lingering on your lips a bit too long. His cheeks are slightly flushed, normally golden eyes now almost black.

You take a breath, coming back to yourself a little, and weave your hands together in front of your belly. What are you doing? It’s a fair question, one you don’t know the answer to. You’ve never been so forward with Minseok, with no one at all for that fact! “You-” you stumble, looking at your feet instead of his delicious skin, “you just smell so good, and taste even better. I wanted to kiss you, so… I did.” Now it’s spoken aloud you basically want to smack yourself. What are you even thinking…

Minseok doesn’t say anything for a while, the breeze cooling down your overheated skin slightly. When he speaks, his voice is a little raspy. “You know that that’s just mating season setting in, right?” He says it comfortably, while your eyes find his, blown wide. You take a small step away, thinking it over, and look at him with a pout. Minseok smiles softly. “Blood moon is in six nights, which means my mating season is starting.” You are not sure what to say to that, though an apology is ready to fall from your lips. “It’s okay,” Minseok nods, taking your smaller hand in his and weaving the fingers together, “let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.”

He looks out at the trees again then, and you look at your feet. Your throat closes up a little. Pretend it didn’t happen? Though you know it surely isn’t meant that way, it sounds like an insult, and that stings pretty bad. You swallow. Though you would never push anything on anyone, even if you are so horny you’re practically shaking on your legs, it hurts that your own mate doesn’t want to kiss you as much as you do him.

You look out over the view again, eyes gliding over the lights all the way down in the valley, past the miles of thick woods, and pull your bottom lip into your mouth. It’s not your first time, but it is with him, and maybe you were wrong to assume he wants you as much as you want him, but- Minseok clears his throat and pulls you into his side a bit more. “I’m used to controlling my hormones pretty well since I’ve had to do it for years.

Though,” he puts his free hand on the banister, “standing here next to you isn’t really helping right now. I kind of wish you didn’t wake up.”

You pout and pull your hand out of his grip, taking a step out of his bubble and rest against the door, eyes watery. “I get it, Min.” You whisper, hand on the doorknob, as you move back into the warmth of the room. “You could have been a little bit nicer about it though, if you don’t want me that’s fine but don’t say it like that.” You walk back inside, pulling the edges of your oversized shirt lower, and stroll over to the bed.

Maybe you’re being overly sensitive, but hearing such a thing from your mate, the person who is supposed to love and cherish each part of you, really doesn’t make you feel a lot better about yourself. You get halfway on your way to get back underneath the blankets before fingers are wrapped around your wrist and you’re turned around. Minseok’s face is void, eyes black like the night.

“What do you want?”

You pout, lip shaking. “Minseok, let go. You don’t have to make me feel better by pretending. I’m not mad. I’ll go back to sleep.”

Minseok shakes his head in confusion but doesn’t let go of you, instead walking closer to stand in between your thighs despite your murmurs. He takes a deep breath, one that makes his eyes shimmer. “What do you want, princess?” He leans closer and you look away from his eyes, only to gasp when his soft lips press against the skin below your ear. “You want this?” Another kiss, and you swear you’re melting straight into his shape, unable to help it.

You’re so confused, and let out a small whimper as his lips travel down more, a soft hum shaking his chest. Didn’t he just say that he wishes you wouldn’t have woken up, wouldn’t have kissed him? Yet here he is, hungrily moving his lips down your skin. Minseok wraps both arms around your back, pulling him flush to your chest. With a small voice, you try to cut in, which isn’t easy when you’re basically burning up under his touches.

“Min, wait.” You whisper. “Please explain to me what this is. Because just earlier you said you didn’t want me, and now you’re kissing me and I feel like I’m about to explode so please tell me what you want because I’m lost.”

Minseok’s lips rest on the bottom of your jaw for a second, before he’s pulling back with the same void face. It quickly morphs to confusion, and then sympathy. “Oh, darling, that’s not what I meant. No, I want you. I always want you, day in, day out. I just thought that it would be good for us to wait until after mating season, so you are sure that you want this, want me. I didn’t mean that I don’t want you to kiss me…” He swallows. “I’m just scared it’s because of the hormones.”

Instantly your chest opens up, a heavy weight falling from your shoulders. “Oh. Well, it’s not.” You mumble, cheeks flushing bright pink. “Or maybe a little, but I always want you anyway. I’m normally just not that… forward about it.”

Minseok swallows, his foot tapping onto the floor rapidly. His arms are still wrapped around you, as he thinks and you kind of want to take a step away because being this close to him makes you glow from the inside out. He smells so nice, like wood and something cinnamon. Minseok looks over his shoulder to the open door, and then back at you, biting his lip harshly. “Do you want me?”

His voice sounds deeper than the sea, trembling through your bones. You could lie, you could say you don’t want him and protect yourself from hurt but your body is melted into him anyway, not very convincing. You blink. “I need you.” You mouth, and from the second it leaves your lips, Minseok is pushing away from your body, icing around the room without looking at you. You stare with open mouth. Minseok’s chest heaves, growling every time he breathes out, as he puts his hands on the back of his head.

“Don’t-” he breathes, almost barking the word and your legs shake at that. “Don’t move, stay there. Just don’t-” He waves his hand in your direction, not looking over but you listen anyway. His steps are hurried, as if he’s trying to focus on anything but you. “Oh, you can’t do that to me.” He mumbles, hands shaking a little. “That- makes it so hard for me to think straight.”

“Minseok.” You call softly, and you’re surprised when your voice sounds so much more breathy than it usually does. You almost sound like someone else. The word falls from your lips, and then the blonde holds his steps, head snapping to you and suddenly you wonder if he is now too feeling the rush of mating season in his veins.

He tosses his head back, and hums deeply, chest heaving. He is clearly trying to hold back as best as he can, and you hate seeing him in pain, taking a step closer in an attempt to help. Minseok’s eyes snap to you, nose flaring out. “On- the bed.” He really growls now, eyes completely black. You’ve never seen him like this before but just those three words send you flying, rushing to listen to him. Your belly burns.

You scoot back into the bed until you’re pressed to the headboard with your back, and lick your lips a little. Your brain can’t think of anything but him, him, him. You want him. You need him, so bad, and it feels overwhelming. Minseok follows you with his eyes every step of the way. When you’re sat, he slowly stalks towards you, jaw clenching.

“Don’t you know what you do to me?” He stands at the foot of the bed, nails digging into the blankets. “You look so good- you always look so good and I just have to wait to touch you. I don’t want to wait anymore, I can’t.” He smoothly crawls on top of the bed, getting closer and with every step he does, you get wetter. He takes a deep breath and then pauses, eyes rolling back in his skull. His legs twitch and then he buries his face into the fabric for a moment, moaning.

“You-” he pushes up, his whole body straining, “I can smell how badly you want me. Oh, baby girl, you smell so -fucking- good. So fucking pretty for me.” It’s like your normally sensitive and sweet Minseok is fighting against his instincts and though you’re a little shocked, it only turns you on so much more. “I’m gonna-” a harsh swallow, and then he digs his nails into his own thigh, eyes pulsing gold. “Please tell me what you want, Gwio, like right now. I- if I start I can’t stop, I won’t be able to.”

You take a shallow breath and push out the words. “Then don’t stop.” Your body is on fire, Minseok so close that it sends flares of heat to each corner of your mind. You can’t be thinking straight, you can’t and yet when Minseok looks away you don’t hesitate to take his face in your hands and pull him closer. His body hovers over yours, chests meeting every time someone takes a breath.

Minseok growls out something, you can’t make out the words, and then his lips are on yours. You’ve kissed Minseok lots of times since you’ve been at the cabin but never was a kiss so overwhelmingly needy as this. Your mouths connect, his body leaning into yours and hands running down your sides. He kisses you roughly, open mouth kisses that make your legs twitch. You whine though, wanting him to get closer and tangle your fingers in his hair. Minseok’s hands still on your sides for a second when you slide your tongue into his mouth, before finding their way under your shirt.

He tastes so much better than you could have imagined, making you pout when he pulls back. Something is off though. Minseok’s normally pretty golden eyes are completely black, pupils dilated to the point where no color comes through. He clenches his jaw and sits up on his knees. “Head down and ass up, baby girl. I’m going to treat you. I’ll make you shake so hard that you won’t ever forget who you belong to.”

You swallow the ball in your throat and blink at him for a second, before grabbing the edge of your shirt. You pull it over your face with one smooth move and toss it towards the end of the bed. Minseok’s eyes glide down to your chest with a needy whine from him. In a blink, his hands are around your wrists and pulling your body towards him, as his lips find your collarbones. “Oh, you’re going to scream, love.”

His kisses run down to your breast, where he starts marking you. His strong hands glide down from your arms to your thighs, pulling you closer to him again. When a whimper escapes your lips, your hands find his face, tangling your fingers in his hair. Minseok molds his lips around your nipple, humming in satisfaction when you arch to get closer.

His one hand comes to pinch your other nipple, the other reaching down to brush the edge of your panties. “So pretty for me.” He growls, the sound making you clench around nothing. You beg his name twice, before Minseok removes his lips from your boob and goes to treat the other with as much adoration. His warm tongue toying with your hardened bud, as his fingers slide under the edge of the lace panties.

You must have let your hands drop because you’re grasping his shoulders like a lifeline, but everything feels a bit blurry. One second you’re pressed up against him, the next he has your thighs in his hands and is pulling you down. “Min- Minseok!” You squeak, catching his eyes briefly. He lays you down in the soft blankets, and tugs your underwear down with a single move.

“Open up, love.” His lips curl into a smirk when he says it, a dangerous look playing in his eyes. Then he brushes his hands over the inside of your thighs, and you spread them for him. “Good girl.” The coo gets lost in the room because you’re too busy digging your nails into the pillow under your head. He doesn’t waste time and lets his finger run down your lips with a satisfied smile. You arch into him, begging.

“God, Minnie- please.” His finger glides into you, immediately followed by another and then his mouth. He kisses a way down, reaching your clit. His tongue darts out and brushes the bud gently, and with a grateful sigh, starts moving up and down, following the rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out. “Ah,” you mewl, “so good.” Though this feels heavenly, you’re shaking too soon and you arch up against his mouth. Minseok smiles.

“No patience?”

You whine in protest. “Min, I’ve been wet for you for an hour now. Please just fuck me.” Another sharp suck makes you squirm under him. He doesn’t slow down, only using your words as a motivation to fuck you harder with his fingers. You can feel the coil in your belly tightening. When he comes up for air, his free hand starts rubbing your clit roughly, and soon the tension builds to a high.

“Minseok!” You come apart. Your body shakes, arching into him as much as possible, while he helps you through it. Only when your heavy breathing steadies, does he let go. You don’t get time to recover, however, because just as quickly does he have you flipped on your belly, and is pushing down his boxers. He presses a kiss to your back, before pounding into you. You think you scream, but blood is rushing so loud between your ears that you can’t be sure.

He pulls out all the way, only to thrust in ever harder, a low growl passing his lips. “Mine. All mine.” His one hand tangles in your hair, the other smacking your butt sharply. Your mouth hangs open, random ramblings spilling from your lips. Minseok sets a bruising pace and scoops you up against his chest, where you’re just hanging onto your sanity. “So fucking perfect for me.”

His hand rests below your navel, only serving to keep you as close as possible. With a possessive growl, your mate buries his face in the crook of your neck. His trusts get even harder, if that’s even possible, and quicker. His extended teeth drag over the tender skin of your neck every now and then. “Minseok,” you beg, desperately clinging to his arm, “please claim me. Please, baby. I want to be all yours. Have me to yourself, please.”

Minseok grunts in what you can only assume is a denial, because he pulls his lips away from your skin. His nails dig into your soft thigh instead, leaving your head to bounce back and forward with the rough movement. When you whine though, he lets out a sharp breath, and clenches his jaw so hard you can hear it crunch. “No. Not now. Not now, love.”

With another moan when your bodies connect yet again, you pull off him and turn around, laying down to see his face instead. You might not be super strong but the ferociousness with which you pull Minseok into you even leaves him with wide eyes. You grab a fist full of his hair and press a needy kiss to his lips, arching your body back against him. Minseok glides back in with a satisfied, trembling hum. When you catch his eyes, you bite your lip for a second. “Yes, now. I want you now. And I’ll want you tomorrow and the day after that and after that too. I. Want. You.” You give him a defiant arch of your brow when he smiles in amusement.

“So claim me, before someone else does.” It takes a while for Minseok to move after that. A while where you think you might have pushed it too far. But when he leans in closer and puts a hand to your throat, eyes pulsing gold in anger, you can’t help but crack a little smile. Minseok doesn’t treat you like some broken little toy, and you’re so glad he doesn’t. With a fire like you’ve not much seen in his eyes, he slams into you and this time you know you scream. You grab onto the headboard above you for support, when Min tightens his fingers around the sides of your neck gently.

“You are mine. You’re always going to be mine.” He grunts, moaning right after when you squeeze around him. Your chests meet, both covered in sweat, and you can only nod feverishly. He pounds into you over and over again, rocking the bed so hard that it meets the wall with a loud bang every trust. The hand around your neck falls off with the movement. And when you’re seeing stars, his lips close around your neck again. Sharp teeth that have been extended by his lust dragging over your skin, begging to be used.

You moan, and hold onto him like a lifeline. His shoulders, his back, his thighs. You can’t have enough. Maybe you’ll never have enough. “Please, Minseok. I love you.” He bites down. A sharp sting, running all over your spine, and then, heaven. Every fiber in your body shakes when you come around him, legs wrapping around him harshly. Your voice must go hoarse from how much you chant his name, as he pounds into you a few last times, before choking out a shaky call of your name.

When he comes into you, he looks beautiful. Lip between his teeth, and eyes closed harshly. He collapses on top of you. The heat surging between you two feels too intense, and you have to squeak a meek ‘Min’ to get him to roll off of you. You two just lay there for a bit in the silence, fingers tangled tightly. When he turns to face you, his chest is still heaving up and down sharply. You smile at him and giggle. Minseok’s lips quirk up too, though only for a moment.

He brushes his fingers over the red marks on your neck a few times and frowns. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You smile at his worry but shake your head. “Of course not.” You shift a bit closer to him and press a kiss to his neck. “You’d never hurt me. And besides, I liked it.”

This sends Minseok into a laughing fit, as he wraps his strong arms around you, and the thick blankets to cover your naked legs. “You liked it? Hmm, I couldn’t really tell.”

“I like you.” You just blow out, running your hands up his chest calmly.

Minseok smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I like you too.” He pouts then, adding an afterthought. “A lot.”

Here we are!! I know this is a bit later then I had hoped but because I didn’t have internet, this is the earliest you’re getting it. Anyhow, I hope you liked this chapter. I’m soft for Mino so I can’t help the fluffs that came in. They are just a bunch of soft hormonal babies that deserve everything.

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[soondingieworks]

Vampire yeollie Involving a potion and becomes a child Here you go ^^

Everything hurt, especially his fangs. They didn't...shrink like the rest of him. And he was so, so hungry. Chanyeol stomach grumbled loudly, pulling a giggle from the woman who put him in this predicament. “And what are you giggling at?” he snapped, not finding anything about this situation amusing.

“Looks like someone’s cranky, must be nap time for lil Yeollie.” you cooed, fully aware of how he would react

“I look 8, not 3 you bitch! When I get big-”

“You mean when I make you big again.” it was short and snappy, but you were right. “You're the one that drank the mysterious red potion on my desk. You should know better Chanyeol.”

He was adorable as an 8-year-old, chubby cheeks and slightly oversized fangs hanging over his bottom lip. But she did miss her big hunky vampire puppy Chanyeol,

His pout was incredibly prominent next to his chubby cheeks, “I thought it was blood...and it smelt so tasty~”

You sigh, pouring the contents of your pot into a small cup for him, he will never learn. But, that's why you love him

[theonethatcompletesyou]

Would You Be So Kind - Chanyeol (EXO)

Word Count: 2,627

Genre: High School AU, slight angst

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: None!

A/N: This was supposed to be a short drabble like my Sana one. But it quickly got away from me. Whoops! Check out the song here!

Please fall in love I think it’s only fair There’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere (wanna share) 

--- based off the song “Would You Be So Kind” by dodie

Summary: A lot of people assumed that you disliked Chanyeol. They couldn’t be more wrong. 

Or; it started with pink hair, and it sort of devolves from there.

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Chanyeol dyed his hair pink, and that threw off your whole day.

You found yourself looking his way more than usual, anticipating when he would turn the corner, and you could catch a glimpse of him once more. Your heart beat faster when you spotted him in the distance, laughing and talking with his friends.

It was just like the time he dyed his hair dark red—except much, much worse.

Even Chanyeol noticed your odd behavior when, after telling another one of his terrible jokes, you simply walked away instead of giving him your usual snarky remark..

“What did you do to make her mad this time, hyung?” his friend Sehun asked him as you walked away for the third time that day.

“No idea,” Chanyeol replied,—and maybe it was you being delusional, but thought he sounded disappointed.

Guilt settled into your stomach, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to talk to him when your heart threatened to leap out of your chest.

The whole day continued like that way, and the heavy feeling in your chest worsened as it went on.

By the time your last class ended, you resolved to talk to him. The ‘kicked puppy’ glances that he gave you during class were simply too hard to ignore. Surely you could get over your social ineptitude enough to engage in small talk, right?

Maybe not.

Still, your feet made you catch up to him in the hallway as he leisurely walked to the exit.

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. “How come you dyed your hair, Chanyeol?”.

He jumped and whirled towards you. His big eyes blinked a few times before answering you. “Oh! I lost a bet with Baekhyun.” He looked away, avoiding your gaze. “Why? Do you think it looks bad?”

“I think it suits you,” you admitted, giving him a small smile.

His eyes snapped to you again. You tried to convince yourself that the blush on his cheeks was just a trick of the light. “You think so?”

Chanyeol gave you a smile then, one that made the storm inside your chest calm and settle. He ran a hand through his pink hair, and your hand twitched with the sudden desire to do the same.

“Yes,” you said, slightly dazed. “I like you a lot.”

His eyes widened, and his hand dropped to his side. You wondered why he reacted that way until registered the words that came out of your mouth. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard, you tasted blood. The silence between you stretched on, and the longer that neither of you said anything, the harder your heart seemed to work.

Chanyeol snapped out of it first with a blink and a slight shake of the head. “Did you just say what I think you said?”

His voice startled you out of your daze. In lieu of answering, you simply turned around and walked out the door.

The sun shone brightly when Minji went to meet with you. It was unusually warm for an April afternoon. She had gotten a text from you that simply read ‘SOS,’ and as soon as she got out of detention that day, she met you at your usual spot outside the library. She sighed when she looked at you. She pursed her lips when she set her things down on a metal table.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” she asked, her tone wary. “I got your text earlier.”

You sat with your head on the table and groaned in response.

“Is it about Chanyeol again?” she prodded.

You moaned louder.

“That bad, huh?” she teased.

You pouted. “Minji, I messed up really bad.”

Minji’s brows scrunched as she took in your expression. “Wait, so tell me exactly what happened?”

You covered your face with your hands, the feeling of mortification tumbling over you like a wave.

“You know how he dyed his hair pink?” you mumbled.

Minji nodded.

“I tried to tell him about how cool I thought it was,” you felt your face become more and more heated with each word, “and I said ‘I like you a lot’ instead of ‘I like your hair a lot.’”

Minji tipped her head back as she laughed with a full-bodied bellow.  The movement caused her dark brown hair to flow down her back. In any other situation, you would have marveled at how effortlessly pretty your best friend was. Instead, you glared.

“It’s not funny!” you yelled, causing people nearby to turn and gape in your direction.

Minji continued to laugh. You buried your head in your hands, wanting the ground to swallow you whole.

“You’re a terrible friend,” you said, voice muffled behind your hands.

“I know,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes. “But that’s such a you thing to do.” She smirked, “Especially since everyone is under the impression that you hate him.”

You sneered. “Okay, I don’t laugh at his jokes a few times, and suddenly I’m his mortal enemy.”

Minji rolled her eyes, “Sure, it’s just that.”

You glared, “What is that supposed to mean?”

She shook her head, “Nothing, nothing.” She reached over and patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry (Y/N). I’m sure everything will work itself out.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. I turned around and just left him there. He probably thinks that I actually hate him or something! I have no idea what to do!” You ran a hand through your hair. “Am I just supposed to pretend it didn’t happen? Am I supposed to confront him? Am I supposed to move away to Russia?” You tugged on Minji’s sleeve. “Tell me what to do?!”

Apparently done being comforting, she shook your hand off. “For goodness sake!” she exclaimed indignantly. “Just talk to him if it’s bothering you this much!”

You shook your head, panic filling your chest at the thought of once again interacting with Chanyeol. “No, nope! Out of the question! You might as well set me on fire.”

“With how annoying you’re being, I may as well do that.” Minji’s phone buzzed on the table, and she snatched it up. Her brows furrowed again as she hastily typed something into her phone. She ignored your questioning noises as she shoved her things into her bag.

“Where are you going?” you whined.

“I forgot I have an appointment,” she answered. “Plus, you’re difficult to talk to when you’re like this. Do yourself a favor and give yourself a self-care day.” With that, she turned around and walked away.

“Come back!” you yelled as she the distance between you increased. “I thought you loved me!”

She shook her head, refusing to look back at you.

Rude.

Unbeknownst to you, Minji slipped into a bright red car waiting for her. She smiled at the person in the driver’s seat.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet with me,” greeted Baekhyun with a grin.

Minji smiled back. “No problem. I have a feeling that I know what you wanted to talk about anyway.”

“And what is that?”

Minji crossed her arms. “Oh, come on, Baekhyun. Chanyeol is your best friend, and (Y/N) is mine. They happen to have the biggest not-rivalry in the history of our school. Not to mention that she blurted out her not-so-secret feelings to your best friend and hasn’t recovered since.”

Baekhyun’s shoulders relaxed. “So her feelings are genuine, then?”

“Of course they are!” she exclaimed, appalled at the underlying accusation. “What kind of person do you think she is?”

Baekhyun shrugged, “I don’t think she’s a bad person, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s just that the things that I’ve been hearing about her at school and what you’re telling me about how she feels about Chanyeol are contradictory.”

Minji scoffed. “She might have communication issues, but she isn’t cruel. She’s just very bad at expressing her feelings. I didn’t know that she considered me her best friend until she got me a necklace for my birthday last year.”

“I’m sorry for making assumptions, then,” he said with an apologetic smile. “But the point still stands, your friend broke my friend. Can you make her fix him?”

“Funny,” Minji said with a smirk. “I was about to ask the same thing.”

They both leaned back in their seats, staring at each other before suddenly bursting into laughter.

“We really need better friends,” Baekhyun said once his laughter died down.

Minji nodded in agreement.

Baekhyun looked out the window in thought. Minji glanced through her phone and read several texts from you, apologizing for how you acted and to come back. She rolled her eyes, but a small smile broke through her expression.

You were so lucky to have her as a best friend.

A flurry of movement occurred next to her, and she turned to see Baekhyun with his whole body facing her. If he were a cartoon, there would be a light bulb above his head.

“I just have possibly the best idea of all time,” he announced, his eyes twinkling in a way that made Minji think that maybe it was the opposite.

“What is it?” she hesitated.

Baekhyun flashed a smile that she could only categorize as ‘crazed.’

It was two days later when Baekhyun leaned against the door to the locked storage room. “I felt like that was too easy,” he commented casually.

“I wouldn’t think too much about it,” Minji said, ignoring the noises of confusion and subsequent angry knocks on the door. “I really don’t think they’re as clever as they like to think they are.”

On the other side, you pounded on the door. “I hate you, you suck!” You yelled. “I’m going to murder you when we get out of here!”

“Baekhyun and I are going to get ice cream! If you two resolve this within an hour, then I’ll get you your favorite,” Minji said, her voice muffled through the door.

“Not even ice cream will make me forget this betrayal!” You screamed.

Chanyeol banged on the door as well, “Baekhyun! I can’t believe you’re part of this!”

“Sorry, Yeollie~” Baekhyun sang. “It’s for your own good—and my own sanity.”

“Bye, you two!” yelled Minji, her voice getting further and further away.

You kicked the door in frustration. You stalked to the furthest wall and slid down, drawing your legs to your chest. You caught Chanyeol’s eyes; you felt like you were burning under his stare.

He shuffled toward you and settled at your side. Your heart raced in response.

“Do you think they’ll keep us in here long?” he asked quietly.

“Knowing my friend, we’re not getting out of here until we resolve our issues,” you sighed.

“I don’t have issues with you.” He scowled. “You’re the one that has issues with me.”

“That’s not true at all!” you exclaimed. Panic rose in your chest. This was the worst idea ever.

“Isn’t it though?” snapped Chanyeol. He glared, but you could see some of the sadness there, too. “I try to talk to you every day. But every time I talk or make a joke, you purse your lips at me. You roll your eyes when we make eye contact. You stiffen up whenever I’m near you, like now.” He pressed his lips together in a thin line. “I just wanted to know what I did to make you hate me.”

“Why do you care?” you snapped back.

“Because I made you laugh when I first met you!” he yelled. “And then, you didn’t, and I’m pretty sure short of streaking through campus, I would do anything to make you laugh like you did that first time.”

You stayed silent after his confession; he looked away from you. A heavy pause hung in the air.

“I think you’re funny,” you mumbled. He looked toward you again, but you made yourself stare straight ahead. “I think you’re hilarious. I also think you’re sincere and charismatic.”

“Then why do you treat me like that?”

“Because I’m…none of those things.”

Chanyeol’s eyebrows drew together. “What is that supposed to mean?”

You rubbed your hand over your face, “I’m not good at talking to people in general, okay? The only reason I have the friends that I do is because they talked at me so much they decided we were friends. I’m socially inept, especially with cool people like you.”

His face perked up. “You think I’m—”

You held a hand up. “Not the point.”

“So you’re mean to me because…you’re shy?”

You groaned, “Yes? No? Maybe. I don’t know.”

“You do realize that you just gave every possible response to that question, right?”

“Look, I didn’t think that you noticed me, okay? And you actually paid attention the first time I gave you a snarky response. So I did it again and again, and I sort of thought that our relationship was like that after a while. But I never meant to mean it maliciously. And then rumors started spreading that I hated you—and it got out of control!”

He leaned back until his head hit the wall.

“We’re idiots,” he pronounced.

You cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “How so?”

Chanyeol disengaged from the wall and crawled towards you. He didn’t stop until he was inches from your face. His big eyes twinkled in the dim light, a soft smile gracing his features.

His proximity made your heart thunder in your chest.

“Let me make this clear,” he began, “you’ve always had my attention. I crave it like a man in the desert needs water. I always thought my liking you was obvious. You acting like you were disgusted with me felt like a rejection, but I played along, anyway.” He ran a hand through his cotton candy hair. “When you blurted out that you liked me, I thought it was a cruel joke.” He looked deep into your eyes. “But it wasn’t a joke, was it?”

You shook your head fervently, “I meant it. I just—I’m bad at—”

“I know, sweet girl,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “I don’t want you to be nervous talking to me.” He reached over and played with the ends of your hair. You felt your heart stutter. “Just tell me the first thing that comes to mind,” he continued. The combination of the action and his soft voice sent you to a dreamlike state.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “You playing with my hair is giving me butterflies.” When you opened your eyes, Chanyeol was gazing at you with a fond smile.

“Funny,” he whispered. “I feel that way whenever I see you.” He grasped his chin in a mock-thinking pose. “Now, what do we do about that?” He let go of his chin to grasp your hand, his large hand covering yours completely. His calluses were rough against your skin, but his touch was gentle. “Maybe we could share them?”

You giggled. “You’re such a dork.”

His face lit up at your reaction. “Got you to laugh, though.”

You nodded, “That you did.” You used your free hand to text Minji. “I’m gonna get mint chocolate chip. What do you want?”

“I just gave you the world’s greatest pick up line, and your mind is stuck on ice cream?!” Chanyeol exclaimed.

“It’s the least our friends can do by trapping us in a storage room to fend for ourselves. It might take a little longer for them to come get us though. Is that okay?”

Chanyeol squeezed your hand. “I don’t mind that at all.”

“Me neither,” you replied, sending the text.

“I like you, just so you know.”

You looked at him stone-faced, “I got that.”

He frowned, but you reached toward him and kissed his cheek. “I like you, too.”

[chimswae]

Chapter 18

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 2,890

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 18:  Insecurities can be super loud

“Taehwan, marry me”

 He almost choked on his food after hearing such a blunt and ridiculous request from the girl in front of him. What got into that thick head of hers? Was she crazy after all the torment from the medias and Bangtan’s fans?

 “ARE YOU CRAZY? Stop fooling around that is not funny”

 “I am dead serious, marry me” he felt Yeoul’s hard stare on his face penetrating his soul and it mortified him. What on earth was that? Did he hear it right or was him having a bad dream from his nap?

Taehwan eyed the desperate girl with a glint of fear plus anger, it was a stupid request. No matter how much he loved Yeoul, he would never give in to such request. There must be something bothering her and he was about to find out.

 “Listen Na-ssi, I flew all over from Busan to Japan not to hear this crap from you. What is bothering you woman. Tell me right now” crossing his arms, Taehwan leaned back in his seat watching her fidgeting in her seats.

Yeoul seemed disturbed and distorted. He was well aware, she’s under pressure by medias and Bangtan’s fans but that didn’t mean she allowed herself to propose a man like himself to marry her right way. Crazy as it sound, but Yeoul really did it few minutes ago.

 Taehwan almost fell for it. If it weren’t for the thought of Minyeol and Jimin, he would say yes without doubt.

 “I cant do this anymore” Yeoul exhaled a heavy sigh as she facepalmed.

 He kept his mouth shut giving her space to continue “ I…am ruining Bangtan’s life, each of them” her eyes watered.

 “And why do you think that?” he raised one of his eyebrows out of habit.

 As if like a cue, her tear cascaded like a sudden downpour of rain “ They are at the verge of losing their important jobs, some company tried to cut ties with them. There were even riots in front of their office building as a protest and Jimin is losing his fans one by one. It is me to blame, the boys are the victim. It sounded crazy but I don’t want to risk Jimin and the whole group losing the title that they have worked so hard!” she exclaimed with a sob.

 Her body was shaking uncontrollably causing Taehwan to automatically embraced her close to him “Na Yeoul you fool. Stop blaming yourself. Reality sucks I know, but this is life. We cant stop people because we have different heart and intention. As for Bangtan, you are not responsible for everything happen to them. In fact, this situation helped them to see who’s the real people who have their back and who’s not” he caressed her back.

 “Cant you see. Business who backed out from the contract is just another peasant who seek for better opportunity to widen their business. They are being a businessman, it is the life circle. These people will eventually come to seek for Bangtan once everything settled, I bet on it” he shook his head.

 “Speaking of the fans. Those who left are not even real Armys, do you think if you genuinely love a person you will simply leave them over a petty problems like this? Normally what you will do is that to sit down and hear it out from both side. Now, even after Jimin has told everyone everything don’t you think he deserves the chance to be forgiven. Since, the fans have heard it all.. if they still are leaving meaning, their love for Bangtan is not genuine” he tried to comfort Yeoul whom seemed had calm down a little after listening to Taehwan reasonable pep talk.

 Taehwan rubbed the tears that stained her cheeks with a genuine smile “Now come again, why are you proposing to me what it is on your mind?” she mewled suddenly became embarrassed of her sudden outburst.

 “I thought.. by proving to public that I am with someone else that will help to return back his image as it was” she reasoned.

 Humming softly, Taehwan tapped the bridge of her nose “That is silly. The whole world knows he loves you, if you suddenly married to me Jimin will receive harsher critique from public. You don’t want to ruin him don’t you?” the girl frantically shook her head with a sniff.

 “What should I do Tae?” her eyes were full with fear and regret. She wasn’t on he right mind when she said those words to him, now her mind was totally blank. What else could she do to help Jimin?

 “I think Jimin knows what he’s doing. He’s already feeling so down don’t add the pain. He needs you and Minyeol, that’s all he got. Please don’t ever think of trying to propose another man” he frowned and pushed her forehead lightly with his knuckles.

 Her lips twitched into a slight pout “I am sorry, wasn’t in the right mind. Kind of grateful you didn’t say yes, that would be so mess up if you did” she joked.

 “Dream on woman. I am trying to move on please don’t encourage me even further” she chuckled at sulky Taehwan. If it weren’t for Taehwan who kicked the sense back in her, she had zero idea what would happen to her. She kept on repeating the same mistakes all over again. It was about time to learn how to think without involving emotion in it because the outcomes were different.

 It’s definitely wise to mend her emotions before coming out with a solutions just in case it was a vice versa, things could turn out awfully mess up.

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 “Appa…” Minyeol tackled his sleeping dad into a hug as he showered Jimin’s face with kisses, “Wakey wakey appa wakey” he urged.

 Jimin crack a wide grin with his eyes still close “Hmmm two minutes baby” he wounded his arm around the boy, pulling him to lay with him together on bed. Minyeol presence here really helped him emotionally to cope with problems that he currently facing. This innocent child was a true miracle for him and Yeoul.

 He was beyond happy that Bang PD really brought Minyeol back in their arms minus the part Taehwan was coming along to accompany Minyeol. No hard feelings but still that guy was crushing on his girl. Jimin was alarmed.

 Nonetheless, thanks to Taehwan again for looking after Yeoul and Minyeol when he wasn’t be able to physically be there for them. Jimin tried to be friendly with him for the sake of Minyeol at least. He knew how his son favored his Taehwan samchon.

 Minyeol squealed in delight as he felt Jimin lips tickle his cheeks “Appa no… Omma said you have to get up in 1, 2 3..” the latter then continued to count but come to an end earlier than he planned when Jimin attacked him with kisses and tickle.

 His laughter echoed in the room but thankfully they got the room to himself not worrying it might  annoy any sleeping souls especially Min Yoongi, if he ever heard something this loud ruining his precious sleep-sleep time.

 Yeoul came out with a bathrobe to be welcomed with Jimin and Minyeol sparring on the bed “I am babysitting two babies, I believe” she chuckled to herself.

 “OMMAAA~~ APPA BITES YEOLLIE TUMTUM” he shrieked adorably.

 Not caring and did not even have any intention to lend her hand for a help, Yeoul only walked pass them to put on her clothes. Her steps came to a halt when Jimin wrapped his hand around her wrist, tugging her down which she ended up sinking in bed together with them.

 “You are not going anywhere” a playful smug played across his lips.

 Minyeol then took the chance of distracted Jimin, straight to Yeoul arm complaining about his tumtum being bitten by his daddy. Chuckling away, Yeoul rubbed his tummy while blowing softly sending the pain away.

 On the other hand, Jimin was lying by his side witnessing this beautiful scene in front of him. He sure had missed a lot of things but seeing how Yeoul handle their son sent butterflies in his own tumtum. Jimin kept on chanting in his head how lucky he was to have Yeoul back in his life. No regrets, happiness started to consume him.

 Feeling his gaze on her, her head perked up to Jimin’s direction after pampering the younger boy “Good morning handsome” she leaned in for a quick smooch on his lips that snapped him out of his trance.

 The corner of his lips pulled into a charming smile. How endearing.

 “Morning , love” his voice brittle in most sexy way most probably because he just woke up.

 “Breakfast in 10 minutes. Jin oppa came few minutes ago, he asked you to come down” tapping his nose softly, she giggled.

 Jimin pouted “Cant we have breakfast on bed instead?” he tucked strand of hair behind her ears with a playful wink.

 “Your breakfast in bed is an unhealthy one not that food kind of breakfast. Now chop chop, stop flirting and shower!” she squished his cheeks together.

 “CHOP CHOP QUICKIE SHOWER!” Minyeol mimicked his mother with a happy clap.

 Pulling Minyeol into a tight hug, he rubbed their face together “Lets shower stinky boy” Yeoul watched their figure disappeared behind the door and quickly changed into a comfortable outfit.

 She promised to bring Minyeol to sightseeing with Taehwan today while Jimin insisted to tag along, Yeoul turned down his offer without mercy. He must join their concert rehearsal since Sapporo would be their very last stop before taking a break from touring.

 Not long after, there came a frantic knock at the door. Yeoul tilted her head in confusion and quickly opened the door only to be greeted by a panic Jungkook. He was out of breath, did he actually run to reach here? She thought their room was at the same level but different at different wings.

 Dropping the formality between them, Jungkook wasted no time to ask her a favor “Yeoul! Do you know how to do a first aid?” his already round eyes widened even more.

 “Mmm..kind of? But depends on the situation. What is wrong Kkuk? Did someone get hurt?”

 The younger boy blurted “Namjoon hyung! He stubbed his toes on one of the chairs. Sejin hyung was out with Jin hyung so Hobi hyung and I have no idea what to do. Please help us” his lips was subconsciously curled up into a slight pout.

 Yeoul gasped “Oh my god that is bad! Lets go!” she closed the door behind her and mindlessly followed Jungkook to the east.

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 “OWWWW JUNG FRIGGIN HOSEOK THAT HURTS LIKE HELL. FUCK” Namjoon cussed in English which seemed foreign to Hope’s ears, but he understood the last part and quickly removed his hand from damaging their leader’s toes.

 “I am sorry. I googled this and they said to press it like this” he blinked innocently.

 “YAH! THAT IS FOR SPRAINED ANKLE! NOT FOR THIS” he continued to hiss in pain. Gritting his teeth together, Namjoon clutched his pain trying to calm down his nerve. Why was he so clumsy?

 Both Jungkook and Yeoul strutted inside the room with a panic look, Namjoon heaved a relief sigh upon seeing Yeoul. Finally someone that he could trust.

”Thank god you came! One more minute, Hope unprofessional treatment will cost me life” he whined like a little kid. Hoseok decided to sulk at the corner while glaring at Namjoon’s way, feeling unappreciated.

 Yeoul shook her head with an apologetic smile “ It is alright oppa, Hobi oppa tried to help you even though it is a little too much for him” she shot Hoseok a     quick wink causing the older boy to pout even more.

 “Okay let me fix this” she knelt down before Namjoon, propping his injured legs up on a stack of pillows with Jungkook’s help. She carefully examined the injured toe to find any broken or misplaced nail. As if in cue, Namjoon whine got louder and she assumed he probably had a fracture or sprain in his toe and foot.

 “Oppa, I think you need to see doctor. While waiting for you to be transferred there, I will disinfect this cut first” He only nodded as his teeth ground together trying to withstand the pain.

 Yeoul turned to Jungkook “Kkuk can you call your manager oppa and let him know Namjoon oppa needs to see doctor?”

 “Alright I will give hyung a call again”

 As soon as she noticed the abrasions on his toes, she requested Hoseok to assist her in getting materials that she needed to disinfect Namjoon’s cut. Hoseok watched Yeoul gently cleaned the toes with soap and warm water. After making sure it is all cleaned, she dried his toe carefully not to hurt Namjoon with a clean cloth, and applying anti-bacterial cream onto it before wrapping it up with a clean bandage.

 “Now stay still until your manager come to get your injury checked” she patted his knees with a warm smile.

 “Thank you Yeoul-ah…” ruffling her hair softly, Yeoul arose to her feet and his ears were greeted with Jimin and Minyeol voice. Maknae must have told him about Namjoon, considering that they were here already.

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 “It is really okay you don’t need to push yourself”

“But it is our last concert”

 “Yes it is, so what? Do you want to be it the last concert in your life or the last concert of our Wings Tour”

 “That sounds harsher!”

 “SO LISTEN TO ME! Stop moving around, you can just sit a the back and rap your line”

 “You are not doctor I am not listening to you”

 “KIM NAMJOON!”

 “KIM SEOKJIN”

 Yeoul slipped between the two breaking their staring game “Guys seriously, this is no time to fight. You have to be on stage in few minutes” Jin scoffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He was pissed off how stubborn Namjoon could be no matter how hard he tried to nail that brain of his, he just loved to talk back.

 “And you…You are not allowed to move around, the doctor said your foot need rest. Don’t blame Jin oppa, he is worried of you” she patted his shoulder with a concern look.

 Namjoon sighed “I know, but I don’t want to disappoint Armys”

 “You wont! In fact, they are proud of you” she cut him off.

 “How I wish Yeoul is Bangtan’s 7th member instead, tsk tsk Rap Monster behave now will you?” he poked his long finger on his forehead. She diverted her attention to Jimin whom already in his full makeup walking towards her with a cute smile.

 “Baby do I look okay?” pressing his lips together, he blinked cutely.

 “When was the last time you look ugly? You are dashing Jiminie” she soothed his collar and moved her finger to stroke the strand of his hair.

 “Now you are all ready! Go rock your last stage. Minyeol and I will be watching you from the audience seat” she whispered softly.

 He frowned “Will you be okay? To sit in such a huge crowd?”

 “Taehwan will be there so don’t worry. Do what you are best at, and we will enjoy your concert” Jimin wounded his arm around Yeoul small body, recharging himself before the concert starts. Whistles could be heard from every corner from the staffs and of course Sonyeodan boys teasing the lovebirds who seemed not to care with people surround them.

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 Bangtan’s final concert in Sapporo went pretty well and it was finally the time to bid farewell to Armys embarking their last Wings Tour after months traveling around the globe. Overwhelmed by the response, the members stood still in the middle of the stage gazing every corner of arena. They had achieved so much to reach here together.

 They could feel their eyes watered to watch happy faces everywhere who enjoyed music that they created. They wished to come back with a stronger music and image. They promised to stay together until the end with Armys.

After each of the members bid their farewell individually, they were set to leave the stage but to their surprise someone ran up to the stage. The boys looked baffled since they assumed it was one of the floor managers, but she was charging to Jimin’s direction instead.

 Mortified, they could see securities running from different direction towards the stage. What on earth just happened? Fans in the arena were buzzing in curiosity as they tried to get a better view of the mystery girl on stage.

 SMACK!

 Jimin could feel his cheeks sting from the sudden attack, not once but twice.

 “JIMIN!” Seokjin screamed in agony.

 “WHAT THE HELL” Yoongi cussed as he quickly pulled Jimin behind him and eyed the girl dangerously close with anger.

 “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” he scowled. Other members reached confused Jimin, making sure he was protected and not being harassed even further.

 “Tae ah! Lets head to backstage! What just happened?” Yeoul stood in her seat and picked Minyeol up. The three of them squished between the crowd who seemed as confused as them and making their way to the backstage.

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[yixhunpai]

Zhang Yixing • Forever

Zhang Yixing X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5K

Synopsis: “You both were just waiting for the right. You were just wondering when that was when he knew the whole time.”

Author’s Note: (Y/f, m, l/n)- Your first, middle, and last name. Also this is my first fan fiction please be nice. Enjoy!

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"Hello darling."

That was all you needed to hear to turn your day around. The only problem was, you couldn't hear them in person. You've had to hear Yixing say all these sweet things to you over the phone. You missed him so much when he was away like this on tour or jus for his business trips. All your friends kept saying that they weren't really about business, but you knew and that's all that mattered.

"When are you coming back?" You already knew the answer, but had to hear him say it. "I'll be home in 2 months, my sweet. I know it seems like it's so far away, but you have to admit that these past 5 have flown by very fast." He talked with such a sweet voice when speaking about your time apart. You had to admit it has flown by quickly, but not quick enough. You rarely got to talk to him when he was away because you both agreed to keep your relationship quiet until the time was right. Lately it seemed lie there was never a right time, bit you didn't care you knew it would be the right time soon, hopefully. "Yes they have. I just miss your voice and your smile. Not to mention your laugh is one of the best things I've ever heard." You smiled as you heard him let out a light hearted chuckle on the other end. "How was your day?"

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After about 2 hours on the phone with Yixing the weight of your day and the worry of him was taken off your shoulders. After a few days of not being able to call he always made sure to make it worthwhile when he did have time to call. It always made your night/morning better whenever he called. With the realness of your situation setting in you move onto your drawings. Yixing insisted you pick up a hobby when he left and whenever he was around but was busy. He said that it would be good to have something to distract you when you started to feel alone or bored. As always he was right. Part of you hated it when he was right, but also showed you how much he cared about your well being when he wasn't able to be around. It just made you fall even more in love with him. As you were drawing you subconsciously started drawing the small music store where you first met him.

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You were looking for the latest EXO album because let's be real here you were/are a huge fan of them all. When you found it and the other albums and some posters you made your way to the front of the store unfortunately for you but lucky for him you're a huge klutz. Because you rarely ever pay attention to what's going on around you, you ran right into his chest and dropped everything you were carrying. Scrambling to pick the things up you saw a person grab your music and looked and saw someone you never thought you would see in person, let alone this close.

"Fan of EXO?" His voice was so entrancing that you didn't notice your mouth was slowly becoming a gaping hole and you closed it. "They're alright." A playful smirk crept onto your lips as you saw him smile that smile you only saw in video. "Alright, huh? Well if you ask me they're one of the two good band groups you picked out today." He said all of this while looking at your music choices and glancing back up to you. Little did you know he was extremely nervous to talk to you. You were the first thing he noticed when he walked in the store, as cheesy as it sounds he was mesmerized by you. You had beautiful long dark brunette hair, which is now its natural light brunette he loved more, and despite it being a chilly autumn it didn’t stop you from wearing your lavender dress with that old denim jacket you loved. He also couldn't help but notice that you really did have excellent taste in music with your eyes wandering over some amazing classics. 'Elves of the Night' by Wu Chin-Tai, 'Bluestone Alley' by Congfei Wei, 'Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy' by Tchaikovsky, and etc. No one he's seen in here has really ever looked at them other than himself of course. You on the other hand hadn't noticed him walk in too enveloped in your own head, but when you did you were in shock to see him to the least. "Well is that the only good thing you see?" "Definitely not." He looked at you and then held up an album, "This is a really good one." Looking at the album you could see the playful twinkle in his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "I'm (y/n)." You held your hand out to him. "I'm Yixing."

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"I can't believe you're waiting here for him. You both could get caught and everyone find about you two." Chanyeol was basically yelling at you over the phone because you knew better than to be up there with the guys. They knew you wanted to come along and a vote of 5 to 3 won out for you to come, but to keep your distance. You agreed to stay in the spot they picked out for you to stay, but still be able to see him and he'd be able to see you. "Yeollie I know you're worried about me and Xing but you don't need to. We're being careful and no one even knows I exist. He's been very careful to keep me a secret." You say this all calmly and confidently because you know it's all true. No one suspects anything about the relationship because he's been very smart about it. "But doesn't that bother you? That you have to stay a secret and that you guys can't really be a normal couple. I know that you both really love each other, but this isn't really healthy.." You hear multiple people tell him to stop being so negative and rustling over the phone. You start to think of all the things he was saying and realize he's right. You guys can't be a normal couple and that's what hurt a little. As soon as you were starting to think negative a loud voice you can only associate with one person got your attention. "(Y/n)! Snap out of it. People are getting off the plane." You snap your head in the direction of the gate and smile to yourself getting excited. "Also, don't listen to Chanyeol. He's just jealous." You heard Jongdae raise his voice at the last part letting Chanyeol hear and chuckled softly. "There he is!" You tore your phone away from your ear when Jongdae yelled for the guys to hear and looked at the gate to see Yixing. You had the biggest smile plastered to your face when you saw him and hung up the phone putting it on your pocket as you just watched everyone greet him from afar. You silently wished that you could be there too but this was the smart choice. As you were about to pull out your phone to message him he looked over in your direction and miraculously met your eyes. You saw his go into half moon shapes even from your distance you could feel his happiness and you could also feel your phone going off.

You have received a new text message!

XingXing <3: Go to the dorms my lamb. I'll see you soon.❤

With that text you left the airport and headed to the dorms. How you were going to get in was beyond you. But on the car ride over you thought of a plan and it was pretty clever, thinking back you remembered when you worked as a receptionist for a short period if time before you decided it'd be best if you quit. You were rarely able to get any work done from how much Yixing had pulled you away from your desk to spend time with him. It's honestly surprising that neither one of you got caught the entire 4 months you worked there. When you parked you pulled out your keycard that you used to get into the building and prayed it worked as you pulled your winter hat over your head and scarfed your face up until your eyes. You looked ridiculous, but had to keep yourself 'hidden' from the photographers that could get a picture of you. When you reached the doors you slid your key card through the slot and lighted green and unlocked the door. For a second you were frozen in shock it worked, but realizing your situation and went inside quickly. You walked through the lobby taking your scarf off and was greeted with nothing but happy smiles.

As you reached the dorm you were way past confused and just in utter shock about how you got inside and made it up to the dorms. You shook your head and went inside taking your shoes off at the door and saw all of the lights off.

"Where is the light switch in this place?" It had been far too long since you had been there but running your hand along the wall you eventually found it and smiled seeing that nothing had really changed. As you were about to sit down and relax in the very quiet dorm it was disturbed by very loud yelling and laughing. You softly groaned and looked over to see the door open and Junmyeon, Jongin, and Baekhyun walk looking like excited little kids. "What has you guys all excited?" You sat up on your knees curious of what’s got them all like this. Jongin was the one to speak, "No reason but you do need to come with us. It seems there was a mix up with where Yixing wanted you to go." You looked at him your shoulders slumping when you heard that and sighed pushing your hair out of your face. "Okay. Where is he?" You got up going over to put your shoes on and got a little creeped out when they followed and stood right behind you. "Guys?" The next thing you know you're being lifted off the ground by Junmyeon and being carried downstairs to a car. He sat you in first and the rest of them piled in and you all were off to who knows where. "Okay where are we going? Are we going to where Xing is?" None of them said anything and just shrugged silently. That annoyed you instantly. You wanted to know where you going because you definitely did not appreciate being whisked away by them. Everyone just sat in silence for a while until Baekhyun broke the silence. "You look nice (y/n)." He gave you a friendly smile and you couldn’t help but smile at him back. "Thank you Baekhyun. Can you please tell me where we're going? I'm getting hungry." You sank back in your seat feeling your stomach grumble as you spoke. "We're actually going out to eat. We just thought it would be a fun idea to just surprise you." He looked out the window as the car stopped and you noticed him smile a bit. "I guess that's fair, but will we see Yixing soon?" "Yeah. He's inside but he has a surprise for you. So you have to wear this." Baekhyun held out a blindfold and you eyed him wearily before hesitantly taking it and putting it on.

You all got out of the car each one of them helping you and guiding you to the restaurant, but you were noticing the walk was taking longer than it should have. You began to get tired of walking and didn't feel the guys' presence around you any longer. You sighed and took off the blind fold and saw that they tricked you. "Are you kidding me? You guys this isn't funny! Where are you?" You began to walk back in the direction you think you came from, but stopped hearing it. "Don't disappear you just got here." You turned around seeing Yixing looking even more handsome than when he was in the airport. "Was this your little plan? Having your hyungs kidnap me?" He chuckled and nodded unshamefully, "Yes, but only because I wanted to see you up close and in public." He started walking towards you and you could feel your heart racing a million beats per second. "Xing this is dangerous. We could be seen." "Good. I want them to see us together. I hate hiding you from the world. I hate hiding us, (y/n). I love you so much and I want, no I need everyone to see that. So I am coming to you as a man to admit my feelings and thoughts for everyone to hear. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and have been ever since I first saw you in that tiny music shop. I have been so lucky to date you for a year and a half and I know it's been hard to hide our relationship from everyone, but I am done hiding. I know I’m always talking about waiting on the right moment well, this is the right moment. I called your parents and confessed everything to them and asked them for their blessing." He slowly lowered himself down on one knee as the guys started coming out of their hiding spots phones in hand. "(Y/f, m, l/n) will you marry me? There won't ever be a love like this and I want you to always know that. Forever." There were really no coherent words that could come out of your mouth as you fell to your knees hugging him tightly. This was it. There was no more hiding after this. "Of course I will." He hugged you back tightly and you soon felt yourself spinning and you pulled your head out of the crook of his neck to take in his beautiful features and to of course give him the kiss you've both been craving. It was long and sweet. You both moved in sync with each other and when your feet hit the ground you could feel his hand on the back of your neck. Neither one of you wanted this moment to end, but you had to breathe. Pulling away to catch your breath's he grabbed your hand and slid the ring on with ease. "I love you." His voice was so quiet you could hardly hear him over the guys screaming for you both, but you thankfully did. "I love you too Xing."