#you can dress very warm and look rich enough that people won't bother you much about loitering in cafes and shit

[basuralindo]

Seasonal reminder that macy's has an extreme discount section year round where you can get new, good quality fancy clothes for literally $2-$10. Including effective cold weather gear and job interview attire.

It's called the last act section and it's usually in the farthest corner of the highest floor. They have one for shoes too.

It's literally the same shit they sell in the rest of the store, but they start marking it down after a couple months. So, go get all the rich people clothes you want/need. They have the biggest stock at the beginning of each season.

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) - Intoxicated [Requested]

Request: dom Hyunjae + overstimulation

badboy! ceo! Hyunjae x PA! fem! reader

Warnings: petnames, dirty talk, slight degradation, a lot of grinding lol, some choking, Hyunjae is a narcissist here

Finally finished this one for @jaepocket ! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it 💕hope you don't mind that I made Hyunjae an asshole lol

Work parties have taken a toll on your boss, and as the best personal assistant in the world, you help him home.

You kept a watchful eye over your boss throughout the Christmas party. Year-end parties were lined up back-to-back for the most influential entrepreneur under 30 in Seoul. Jaehyun was being extra charming tonight, wooing men and women alike with his dazzling smile, charisma, and powerful aura. He knew he was untouchable, and it showed in his walk. Long legs that could rival any model, perfectly coiffed light brown hair, and a designer tailored suit hugging him in all the right places, showing off his broad shoulders. He glances over to you, and shoots you a wry smile from across the room. No one else might have noticed, despite the fact that everyone who spoke to him couldn't take their eyes off him, but a subtle flush dusted his cheeks and there was a slight glassiness in his eyes that alerted you. Jaehyun has definitely had too much to drink. You stride over to him, and he politely excuses himself from the flock of older women giggling and sidling up to him, and meets you halfway on the dance floor.

He walks to you with a slight wobble, and reaches out to steady himself... by grabbing your hips. "Hey you," he grins, thumbs softly rubbing your waist through the thin material of your dress. You resist the shiver that runs down your spine, the warmth emanating from his hands a welcome sensation since the place was freezing. A mansion full of people and it was still cold? The hosts hadn't bothered to turn the heaters on. That's probably how the rich stay rich, you supposed. It definitely didn't help that you were wearing a skin-tight cocktail dress, with a little slit up the thigh. "Sir, I think you've had enough to drink tonight," you murmur, gently tucking a lock of golden hair back into place. Jaehyun grimaced. He had a glass of wine with every group that approached him that night, and he wasn't feeling too well now, considering everyone wanted to meet with the Lee Jaehyun™, one of Seoul's most prominent and eligible bachelors.

"Let's get you home then, sir, you really need some rest. Or rather, your liver does," you sigh, offering your arm for him to hold on to so he doesn't fall flat on his face in public, possibly ruining his reputation. He lets out a hearty laugh, and intertwines his arm with yours, trying to maintain a power walk out of the place, nodding at other party-goers that greet him in passing. He gratefully gulps the fresh air outside as you wait for his chauffeur to pull up in his stupidly expensive limousine, helping him to clamber gracefully into the backseat once it arrives. You're about to shut the door to book a ride home for yourself when he tugs on your arm, a blazing fire in his eyes as he looks up at you, and you know he wants you to come home with him tonight.

You glance around quickly, making sure no one is watching you get into the car with him, but really, who would question a PA ensuring that her drunken boss gets home safely? You quietly slip into the plush leather seats, leaving a space between you two just in case he feels stuffy or nauseous. Jaehyun roughly loosens his tie, and you can't help but stare at his large, veiny hands. Before you can snap out of it, he catches your eye and smirks, using those very hands to yank you closer, almost sitting on his lap. You yelp in surprise, your hands flying up to his broad shoulders. He smashes his lips onto yours, messy with tongue and teeth and a moan escapes you when you taste the sweet alcohol on his tongue. His warm hands roam all over your body, deftly pulling up the hem of your short dress so he can run his hands up your thighs and grope your plump behind. "Been staring at your ass all night, who said you could wear a dress like this?" he growls against your lips, squeezing the flesh tightly to prove his point.

You weakly push him away, and he stares at you, offended that you don't seem to want him, when you're usually so pliant and obedient for him. "I don't think we should do this, sir, you're not thinking straight," you stutter. Jaehyun barks out a laugh, startling you. "Am I? I'm not drunk, kitten, I only spoke and acted like that so we could get out of that damned party. And maybe I'm not thinking straight, because all I've been thinking about the whole time is ripping that fucking dress off your body, you fucking minx," he snarls, grabbing you again and manhandling you to straddle his lap, sounding completely clear and level-headed. He had everyone fooled; even you, and a crushing disappointment engulfs your heart.

You don't get to feel sorry for yourself though, because Jaehyun is pulling you close, grinding the obvious bulge in his slacks against your clothed pussy as he makes out with you again. You let him run his hands all over you, feeling his lips trail down the side of your lips and down your neck, smudging your lipstick everywhere. Jaehyun doesn't care, clearly, he just wants to make a mess out of you, and you gladly let him, both of you so absorbed in each other that you didn't feel the car roll to a stop. You hadn't even noticed the opaque partition had been pulled up until you heard the electronic buzz of it being lowered, and the indifferent voice of the chauffeur came through. "We've arrived at your destination, sir and miss."

Without so much as a thank you, Jaehyun flings the door open and tugs you into the building's lobby. He owns the whole building obviously, but he lives in the penthouse suite, swiping his keycard to unlock his private elevator. He wastes no time attaching his lips to the back of your neck as he presses you up against the walls of the elevator, grinding on your ass the whole way up. He leaves you panting when the doors open, and he goes to punch in his keycode. The lock beeps, and Jaehyun snarls when he's halfway through the door and you're still lagging behind, knees too wobbly to walk properly thanks to his earlier ministrations. "What are you waiting for kitten?" You shake your head, embarrassed that sloppy make-outs and grinding like lovesick teenagers is enough to make your head spin.

Jaehyun strides towards the bedroom, stripping his expensive clothes as he went, but instead of making a right turn to the master bedroom as he usually does, he makes a left to the guest bedroom. You don't have time to ponder, because he's pulling you in and shoving you onto the bed, dark eyes staring you down as he fumbles with his belt. The intensity of his gaze makes you tremble. Is it from fear, excitement, or a morbid combination of both? He finally gets all his clothes off, and his hard cock is swinging heavily with every step he takes towards the bed. He prowls, like a predator, and you're too petrified to even strip or prepare yourself, but apparently that didn't matter to him.

"You still on the pill?" Jaehyun demands, and you nod feverishly. "Good." And with that he rips your lacy panties off in one fluid motion, and hikes your dress up to bunch up around your waist. You hear the material rip, but before you could bemoan the hefty price tag, Jaehyun slides his throbbing cock inside you, making you arch your back as you moan loudly at the intrusion. He gives you barely any time to adjust, knowing how much you like taking it raw, and starts thrusting harshly. You can't help but moan loudly, almost going cross-eyed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You clamp a hand over your mouth when a particularly shrill moan slips from your lips, but Jaehyun tugs it away, wanting to hear how good he makes you feel. It's nothing more than an ego boost for him, but you comply.

Jaehyun gets sick of missionary fairly quickly. He does enjoy seeing your pretty face contort with pleasure, and watch your makeup run. But he likes fucking you from the back even more, loves the way you get on all fours for him, loves the way your ass jiggles when he spanks you, and loves how your legs give way when he's done making you see stars. He pulls out for a moment, flipping you over onto your hands and knees easily, ignoring the surprised gasp you make when he shoves his cock back into you. He picks up the pace, hitting your g-spot dead-on with this new angle. He wraps a hand around your throat, the expensive gold bands adorning his fingers pressing delightfully into your windpipe. He squeezes lightly as he slams into your core, and you scream, climaxing without warning.

The sudden clench around Jaehyun's dick has him swearing lowly. "Did I say you could cum, kitten? You know you have to ask for permission," he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm, maintaining his relentless pace. Your head is foggy, and you try to apologize, but every sharp thrust Jaehyun makes cuts your words off. He doesn't let up, using you to chase his own climax, slightly aggravated by yours. He presses down the middle of your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the sheets so you're not holding yourself up with your hands anymore. You're grateful, because you can barely support yourself anymore, and you need a break. Except he doesn't give you one, hoisting you up by the hips to pummel even faster and harder into you, and your upper half is practically dragging along the sheets with every snap of his hips.

The delightfully torturous graze of silk sheets against your raw nipples, and the rough pads of Jaehyun's fingers relentlessly abusing your swollen clit sends you teteering close to the edge again. You can't cum, no, you won't cum until he tells you to. You want to be good for him, even though you're so close to climax again that it hurts. You hold out, gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white, when a particularly hard press against your clit and a low growl of "Cum for me now, kitten" sends you screaming once more, vision turning white as your searing-hot orgasm rips through your body.

You barely register Jaehyun's groan as he continues grinding into your g-spot, your pussy clenching almost painfully tightly around him, milking his cock dry as he blows his load deep into your warmth. You collapse forward onto the bed, trembling from exhaustion, chest heaving desperately to replenish your lungs with oxygen. Your whole body is sore and you know it's probably going to be worse tomorrow, and dark fingerprints are going to decorate your skin too. Above you, Jaehyun is still holding your hips up, pulling out of you with a grunt, cock hanging limply as he pants harshly. He watches idly as his cum drips out of your abused cunt, trickling down your legs, and drops your legs unceremoniously.

He stretches his legs, and gathers his sweat-drenched, possibly cum-stained designer clothing off the floor as he walks towards the door. "Clean yourself up, you know where everything is. I need you in the office early tomorrow morning." Jaehyun utters without so much as a glance back at your naked body, and the door shuts behind him with a loud click that echoes through the suddenly cold room. You hear him humming to himself and drawing a bath, and you shut your eyes, trying to suppress a sob at how horrible you feel, both physically and emotionally. Sex with Jaehyun was always hot, rough and mind-blowing, but recently you realize you always felt empty afterwards. Because he'll immediately turn cold once he's gotten his fix, leaving you to clean up after yourself and sometimes even make you hail a cab to go home afterwards. At least tonight he let you stay over, even though it's in the cum-stained bed in the guest room, without any post-coital care.

As you lay there, fresh hot tears stream down your cheeks, and you wonder if all the alcohol in the world could wash away the pain you felt of being used as Jaehyun's personal fucktoy; manipulating you into catering to his every whim and then carelessly throwing you aside once he's done.

[littlestarofthewest]

I'm back with another kinktober suggestion (and it probably won't be the last of them 😅) | 4 - with chavier and female reader?

I know I said I wouldn’t do any requests at the moment, but this has been sitting half done in my wip folder for ages. I know we don’t really talk, but you’re legit one of my favorite people in this fandom, and you deserve some smut.

Title: Between Rock and a Hard Place | Word Count: 2990

Rating: Explicit (18+!!!) |  Tags: public sex, spit roasting

Pairing: Javier Escuella x Charles Smith x female reader

You stand at the bar, washing down your hard day of work with a whiskey shot when a man leans against the bar next to you.

"Good evening, pretty lady," he says in a smooth voice. 

You turn to him, already liking the accent, and find that he's easy on the eyes as well. Despite the loose strands of hair that surround his face, the rest of him is well kept. You barely run into men that know how to be at least somewhat clean.

"Evening," you say, keeping it at the bare minimum.

He smiles as if you just signed over your soul. "May I buy you a drink?" 

It's a question but asked with such confidence that you can't imagine saying no. Besides, it gives you a wicked sense of glee that he's trying to spend money on something you usually get for free. Since you're the best worker in this place, the owner decided you wouldn't have to pay for anything. 

"You may," you say graciously. 

The stranger waves over the barman to order another round for the two of you. You get a weird look from your colleague, but he pours your drinks and leaves the bottle, taking the stranger's money. He doesn't flinch while handing it over, and you wonder what he does for a living. No matter how well kept he looks, you still don't see him as a rich guy.

"Who am I drinking with?" you ask.

"You can call me whatever you want," he says with a teasing smile, "but for everybody else, I'm Javier."

"Javier," you repeat, trying your best to say it the way he did.

Telling by the look he gives you, you've done a good enough job. "And what may I call you, pretty lady?" Javier asks.

You down another drink, licking the last drop of whiskey from the rim of the glass, Javier's eyes fixed on your lips.

"Let me have a few more of these, and I might just tell you," you say, pushing the glass over to him so he can give you a refill. 

The way his eyes sparkle send some heat into your lower belly. You like it when a man doesn't shy away from a challenge. He's about to say something when a large hand grabs his shoulder from behind.

"What have I told you about bothering the lovely ladies in here?" the newcomer asks.

He's taller and broader than Javier, with long black hair and handsome features. It makes you wonder where these pretty men are coming from all of a sudden.

"I hope he behaved himself," the stranger says, turning to you.

While Javier rolls his eyes, you smile. "Has been a perfect gentleman. Don't worry. And you are?"

You hold out your hand, and he takes it, putting a chaste kiss to your skin. "Charles. And what may I call you?"

"She doesn't tell," Javier says with a quiet laugh.

"Maybe you didn't ask right," Charles says, winking at you. He's still holding your hand.

You have no idea how you managed to catch their attention, but it sure feels nice to have them both dancing around you. "Let's just have some drinks and enjoy the evening, gentlemen. How about that?"

They share a look and nod in agreement. An hour later, you're in your best mood since the week started. You feel warm and relaxed, enjoying how Charles and Javier keep complimenting you. They're fighting for your affection without competing with each other. It feels more like a joined effort, but you don't mind at all.

You touch a chest or shoulder here and there, whisper in their ears, and trail your fingers over forearms and necks. In return, they play with your hair or keep their hands on the small of your back until you feel like catching fire.

Your whole interaction with them becomes less of a friendly encounter and feels a lot like foreplay. The alcohol does its part by loosening you up, and you prop yourself up on the bar, knowing full well how your dress is fighting to keep your breasts in place when you lean over like that. 

"Now, let's not play games, gentlemen," you say, "why don't you tell me what you're looking for?"

The two of them share another look, and Charles answers your question in his calm, deep voice. "You could grace one of us with your lovely company."

"And have some fun," Javier adds with a wink.

You look back and forth between them, not liking that you're supposed to pick. 

"How about both of you keep me company?" you ask before winking at Javier. "And the three of us could have some fun."

"I wouldn't mind," Javier says, and Charles shrugs.

"Whatever you want."

The answers come too fast, almost as if they've planned it like that from the get-go. At the very least, you feel that those two might have fooled around with each other before. The thought brings more heat to your body, and you decide to have some fun right here.

 "Tell you what, gentlemen," you say, leaning back against the bar. "How about this. I'll come outside with you, and you can both do whatever you want to me, but you have to kiss right here. And you have to make it good, give me something to think about."

For a moment, they just stare at you, and no matter how much of this they planned, this was definitely not part of it. Then they share another look, and without pause, Charles leans in while Javier puts his hand on Charles' neck, drawing him in for a kiss.

They take their sweet time, lips brushing against each other before they take it further, playing with their tongues. You don't think you've ever seen something so arousing, heat pooling between your legs. It takes a while before they part, and Javier gives you a sly smile.

"Was that to your liking, pretty lady?"

"It's Y/N," you say, answering his question from before. Then you grab his arm and hold out your hand to Charles. "I think we should go for a little walk."

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Outside, Javier gets up on his horse while Charles grabs you by the hips to lift you onto the back of his mare. He gets in the saddle in front of you, and you put your arms around him. During the ride, you already fumble with his shirt, opening the buttons to caress the smooth skin on his muscular chest.

The two men take you to a stretch of open prairie, and Javier jumps down from his horse, letting it run free. He helps you down from Charles' horse, and Charles drops to the ground, his horse following Javier's.

Without pause, Javier draws you closer, and since you've come out here with them, it feels foolish to play more games. You put your arms around Javier's neck and let him kiss you, your body pressing against his. 

Only moments later, you feel Charles drawing closer from behind you. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath ghosting over you as he kisses your skin. Javier's hands rest on your hips, while Charles reaches forward to carefully squeeze your breasts.

You let out a gasp against Javier's lips, and he smiles. "You want to be a good girl for us, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you say without pause, eager to find out what the two of them have planned for you. 

They work flawlessly together, teasing you with little kisses and bites to every inch of exposed skin as they peel you out of your dress and underwear. You can't believe that you let them get you completely naked out on the open prairie, but being so exposed brings thrilling heat to your body.

Their hands roam over you, massaging your soft flesh. Javier leans in to suck your nipple into his mouth while Charles draws you in for a kiss. His hot tongue rubs against your own, making you breathless. Javier teases your other nipple with his fingers, and you feel your juices pool between your legs.

You moan against Charles' lips, and his hand wanders down your body, cupping your sex without hesitation. You're so aroused that you can't help grinding against him. Javier's hand moves down your back, his fingers digging into the flesh off your ass to hold you in place while Charles' fingers slip between your folds. He uses your wetness to tease your clit, rubbing you in little circles until your legs begin to shake.

"On your knees, darling," Charles says, and you don't hesitate to comply.

Both men follow you to the ground where you go on all fours and kneeling before you, Charles opens his pants. He doesn't hesitate to pull his cock out, and you marvel at his size, licking your lips.

"You want to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use?" he asks.

You don't hesitate to lean in, eager to please this beautiful man. With his hand reaching for your neck, you bend over to lap at his soft skin, licking him all over to get him slick with your spit.

Meanwhile, Javier positions himself behind you. His hands knit your thighs and ass before his hand wanders between your legs again. He teases your clit until you eagerly push back, then two of his fingers slide into you. 

"You're so wet, sweetheart," Javier teases. "You want me to take care of that?"

"God, yes," you moan, and Javier draws his fingers back, moving his body closer instead.

Only seconds later, you feel hot flesh against your folds as Javier runs the tip of his cock along your skin, slicking himself up with your juices.

"Tell me what you want," he says, still teasing you.

"Take me, please," you moan, so desperate now that you don't care to be a proper lady. "I need it so bad."

Javier pushes in, and you let out an eager cry as he fills you up, bringing his hips flush to your ass. He gives you a moment to get used to his size before pulling back out and thrusting back in, his girth stretching you in the best way.

Javier falls into an enjoyable rhythm, and you can think enough to remember Charles. You look up to him, and he reads your gaze right, moving in again. You suck him into your mouth, doing your best to tease him with your tongue. Charles cards his fingers through your hair, and you level your breathing to take him as deeply as you can.

You've fantasized about being with two men while pleasuring yourself, but now that it's happening, it turns you on even more. Being filled like this shoots hot waves through your body, your pussy pulsing with your arousal.

The two men make it even worse. Charles reaches down to caress your breasts while Javier sneaks a hand between your legs, his palm pressing against your clit to give you even more friction. You rub yourself against him, your throat vibrating around Charles' cock when you moan and grunt with pleasure.

Charles pulls on your nipples, just enough to tease you without it becoming painful, and Javier's endless thrusts make you crazy. Your body tightens, the sensations all too much at the same time. You have to let go of Charles to get more air, curses tumbling from your lips, and Javier uses his fingers to throw you over the edge.

Your muscles work around Javier's cock, and he holds you until your legs stop shaking, Charles carefully petting your hair. When you can breathe again, they help you to turn around, and you don't mind falling into the cold grass under you.

"You alright?" Charles asks, and you nod, feeling so good that you have to hold in a laugh.

"Never been better."

The two of them share a look, and somehow you know you're not out of the woods yet.

"You think you have a little more in you, sweetheart?" Javier asks.

Your blood is still pumping through you, and you know you're way too sensitive for anything, but it somehow intrigues you even more. These two men just gave you a great time, and you'll be damned if you can't return the favor.

"I'm game," you say, "but you better make it good."

"Yes, ma'am," Javier says with a grin, moving to your side.

He runs his hands along your body, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Charles crawls between your legs, caressing your thighs before pushing them apart. He leans in to lick at your folds, feasting on your juices as if he's never tasted anything better. 

Javier kisses you again, the connection grounding you a little. He takes his time massaging your body, from your neck along your arms and over your stomach while he leaves your legs to Charles' skilled hands. Then he caresses your breasts, a lot softer than before. Your nipples harden in the cold air, and your breathing is speeding up again when you roll your hips to press yourself against Charles' lips.

He gets up and lifts up your hips to push his own legs under you, his cock resting heavily on your pussy. You can't forget how good it felt to have him in your mouth, so you know damn well what's coming for you now. Just like Javier, he teases you at first, rubbing his tip along your folds.

"Please, Charles, more," you groan, and he pushes into you so slowly that you have to keep yourself from begging.

Charles takes his time, and you're thankful for it. He's bigger than Javier, and if you weren't soaking wet, you'd have a hard time taking him. He runs his hands over your hips and thighs, massaging your flesh to relax you, and Javier distracts you by kissing along your neck and down to your breasts.

Again, they take care of you instead of their own pleasure, and you get the urge to be a good girl for them like you promised. You roll your hips, forcing Charles deeper to show that you can handle him, and your hand wanders between Javier's legs. 

He lets you stroke him for a bit to get him fully hard again, but then he moves, positioning himself by your head. "You need it a little rough, sweetheart?"

You don't answer, but lick your lips and draw your head back before opening your mouth. Javier smiles, a glimmer in his eyes that shoots waves of heat through your body. He positions himself over you and feeds you his cock, his fingers closing around your throat. It's a barely-there touch, but you moan around him, eager for more.

Charles' fingers dig into the flesh on your hips, pushing into you more forcefully than before, and you spread your legs even farther to give him more room, edging him on. Javier pushes deep into your throat, and your fingers claw into the ground beneath you when he runs his free hand over your body, teasing your breasts.

You can't help but whine and moan, pleasure overtaking you. Your body moves on its own, chasing any possible sensation offered to you while you try to give as good as you get. You suck Javier deep into your mouth, trying to open up for him as much as you can while his hand closes harder around your throat to hold you in place.

Even worse are Charles' thrusts. You can't remember ever feeling so full, his cock digging into your core as if he's branding you from the inside. Electricity seems to pool between your legs, every muscle tense, and pulsing with arousal. Soon, you push your legs together, trying to get even more friction, and Charles changes his position. His whole body presses you to the ground as he thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your pussy in a maddening rhythm that has you cry out around Javier's cock.

Javier groans and pulls back. He strokes himself while you pant under him, and he paints your lips with his come. You eagerly swallow and lap up as much as you can until Charles leans in to kiss you. You share Javier's spent with him, your tongues rubbing hot and wet against each other while Charles picks up the pace.

His hips buck, every thrust like a hot dagger inside your body, and you finally can't take it anymore. Something inside you seems to break, opening a flood gate of pure pleasure. Your body goes rigid, and you open your mouth in a silent cry while Charles fills you up with his come.

You're hot all over, and your skin is prickling with the blood pumping through your veins. Charles keeps rolling his hips, still pushing into you until your legs stop shaking, the waves of arousal only slowly ebbing away to make room for a warm feeling of pure relaxation.

You can't help but let out a deep sigh, and Javier caresses your hair with a chuckle while Charles looks down at you, smiling. "Did we make it good enough?"

You laugh and put a hand to Charles' cheek. "Darling, you did more than good. I sure won't forget you two in a hurry."

Like real gentlemen, Charles and Javier help you get cleaned up and dressed before taking you back to the saloon. Sadly, they're only in town for the one night, but they promise to look you up if they'll ever come back.

After thinking so many times about two faceless men who could take you, you can now imagine two particularly handsome men who gave you the best night of your life. You spend quite a few nights imagining what would happen if they ever came back, and if you end up crying out their names as you come, nobody can really blame you.

[exosmelody-blog]

Who is The Monster? Chp I Part I

Chapter I: Diamond

Part 1

“Are you guys listening??!” Suho’s voice rang through the bluetooth of Chanyeol’s Toyota 86. From the backseat Sehun and Baekhyun exchanged the usual mocking expressions when Suho mom’d them. It was just after sunset and the street lights were flying past them, but Baekhyun hardly paid them any mind. His eyes were fixed glaring at the caller ID on the console of the Sports vehicle.

“Hmm.” Was all Sehun replied.

“Baekhyun! I need you listening! Not Sehun!” Suho scolded, there was more worry in his voice then frustration. Baek just slouched against the leather of his best friends backseat.

“Baekhunnie, we aren’t kidding. If you give one person the wrong look, or flirt with the wrong slut, we could allll be royally fucked.” Chanyeol added in attempts to grab Baeks attention, glancing back at them as he sped down the highway. Finally Baekhyun sighed and said,

“Shouldn’t you give Kyungsoo, this talk? I don’t give people weird looks…” He pouted, annoyed with this dragging lecture. He could occasionally hear Minseok chuckle on his end of the call.

“Kyungsoo does not cause trouble like you do!” Following Chanyeol not too far behind, Suho glanced in the rear view of his Vanquish at Jongin and Kyungsoo. The later whom was smirking at Baekhyun's complaining. He could already imagine the look of suffering on Baeks face.

“This is exactly why we haven’t brought you to this stuff, you never take it seriously enough, Baekhyun-ah… We could all get hurt or lose our cars, or tarnish our public image… or worse, we may have to ask for Kris’ help!” Chanyeol half-joked. This caused a small laugh across all three vehicles. Minseok was following close behind alone in his Subaru BRZ, but he was in the call with the other six in the event he might have something say…. Which was unlikely. This was surely amusing though!

“Look… Just don’t talk to any girls that are hanging around ANY guys. Only talk to a group of girls. Those are usually clean and not taken. Don’t challenge anyone or talk shit. Don’t sit on anyone elses car and the really rich guys, don’t give them a reason to talk to you. Easy enough, Baek?” Sehun turned to look at the bored Idol, his expression the usual indifferent and distant.

“Yeah yeah I got it…”

“If you guys want a drink, make sure you buy it from the bar! Not a random girl. Only have one or two drinks if you plan to race. Now I brought this car, so you guys could race it if you want. Now that you all have your license and have been driving for awhile, a race shouldn’t be too hard. Just don’t crash the car. Whatever you do, just don’t crash into anything or anyone. Losing is better than dying. Only bet the cash you are willing to pay!” Chanyeol also scolded. From the other end of the line, Kyungsoo and Jongin nodded, this was all along the lines of common sense but it was good to know regardless.

“Then how will we race if we didn’t bring money???!” Baekhyun protested with half hearted confusion because of course, he had brought money.

“Don’t worry, there are tons of races that don’t bet money or they bet slips but I don’t think Chan or Junmyeon would let you bet their babies….” Minseok chuckled. Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol through the rear view, his dark bangs could not hide the growing curiosity and excitement in him.

“This….is why I brought this car instead of the Vulcan or the Mercedes. I don’t mind if you guys lose this one…. Please try not too though…” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Would you let us race your Vanquish, Junmyeon??” D.O asked with legitimate curiosity. Suho only looked in the rear view with sad eyes.

“Don’t worry, I will let you two use my BRZ… I can just win another car if you guys lose this one. No biggy.” All six could almost hear that sweet smile Minseok makes moments like this. He was too sweet sometimes.

“Thank you, Hyung~” Jongin called, the sincerity could not be more clear in his voice. Back in the Toyota, Baekhyun rolled his eyes. Even though he had been to these drag races before, he was for some reason, very nervous and doing everything in his power to hide it. Perhaps because he had never been able to race or mingle around the large crowd. He usually just sat in the passenger's seat while Chanyeol raced or watched from the sidelines. He never participated...

    Honestly, Jongin, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun were all very nervous. They had never participated in this stuff unlike all the rest of EXO. But there was a first time for everything. A wednesday night was an odd choice though for their first time…

    All three newbies had no idea where they were going, only that it was on the edge of town. The rest of the ride there was in silence and its a good thing too. All seven members were trying to relax. Especially Suho. He was beyond worried. He didn’t really think they should need to experience this… it was always a risk to their livelihood. But if they were going to do it, they might as well do it together, it was safer that way…

    After what felt like an eternity to Baekhyun, they finally heard the loud reverb of engines and tires squeals. Sehun sat up from his seat enough to look out the window. Kai and D.O didn’t bother, they were too busy trying to relax and not look so tense. Easier done for Kai… Easier said for Kyungsoo..

    As they pulled up and around the large crowd, Chanyeol added some final words…

    “Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t look scared, and if you are going to race, let me know first. If you are going to pick a girl up..… find another way home.” They all snickered at his final comment. “If you can’t find any of us, call us. If you see Kris or Luhan, be nice. They will gladly hang with you. Don’t wander too far!” Suho said his last words. However Baekhyun was not paying attention, neither was Jongin.. There was too much commotion outside their vehicles. So many cars and so many...short skirts. The crowd was not that big, probably because it was a Wednesday night. However there was still a considerable amount of people. The boys were used to large crowds of course. However, they were used to crowds of love. Not strangers….potentially hostile strangers.

“They are still people… Just talk to them normally…most of the people won't recognize us... if they do, they won't really care….” Sehun whispered to Baekhyun softly after seeing the look on his face. Baekhyun was a sweetheart sure… but he could be awkward sometimes.. And he knew this. He just nodded with his usual confident, bright smile. Fake it till you make it, right??

    Before they knew it, The vehicles all came to a stop. They parked in a rather open circle, all three vehicles pointing inwards. With that said, Baekhyun didn’t hear anything Suho or Chanyeol said before they exited their supercars. As soon as they all stepped out of their vehicles, they were met with the loud music, laughter and engine revs of the usual racing area.

    Kyungsoo found this all very, interesting… The excessive noise and colors. It was like a very disorganized concert kind of…

    Jongin was very intrigued. He actually wished he had a car of his own to show off.. He watched as Minseok and Chanyeol raised their hoods and got comfortable leaning against them. They had picked a very good spot to watch the races around the loop of the highway. Kai followed their example and leaned against Suhos Vanquish, Junmyeon only raised a brow at the younger before accepting it. The Vanquish was very expensive, in fact one of his most expensive possessions. He rarely raced it. He mostly brought it for show…

    Baekhyun on the other hand was so excited now that he was in the crowd. He quickly got himself lost. As soon as he was out of the 86, he picked a direction and started to walk. He was going to explore thoroughly.. Sehun tried to keep track of him, but quickly lost him in the crowd….

    It was a little quiet tonight, but thats okay. It was a Wednesday night. No need to get too crazy right? Pfft, wrong. Every night is a good night to get into some trouble or at least have fun…. As a regular around these parts, I had already said my daily hellos and caught up with everyone. However I hadn’t raced yet tonight… I sat on top of my Black F-Type. Normally, I would be off making conversation or dancing with some other gorgeous girls, giving the boys a show. Yet, I wasn’t feeling it tonight… I felt like I needed something a bit more exciting… or just something different. The same old was you know… the same old. Thats when excitement found me…

    “Ayumi-ah!” a familiar voice called out. I turned and was met with sparkling deer eyes and a cute nose.

    “Luhan-ah! I’ve missed you!” I squealed and slid off the hood of my jag, right into the stars arms. It had been sooooo long since I had seen him. He looked just as gorgeous as ever…

    “I have missed you too! I seen you’ve made some changes to your favorite…” He said, pulling away from my embrace just enough to eye the F-Type. His eyes were full of wonder and cuteness just like they always have been, now with a small hint of fascination… “it was like a charcoal color when I last saw it…” he glanced back at me. I only smiled as he inspected further. “These lights though!” He exclaimed looking under my car and within the interior. A bright purple lined my Jaguar. It wasn’t exactly intimidating or terribly unique. But it was pretty and fun. I think that was enough for me.

    “Yeah, I thought this look would suit me more….” I nodded, leaning against the side, watching the idol with warm curiosity. He really was a sight for sore eyes. His copper hair in messy waves. Even dressed casually, a grey jacket over a plain grey shirt, and black jeans, he managed to be very handsome.

    “Dark and mysterious? No way, that's not you!” He laughed, standing back at full height and squeezing my cheeks. “You need something more colorful! Like the NSX you had! It was so pretty and you!” The Chinese idol continued to play with my face. We were very comfortable with one and other. We had both been through a lot and if there was anyone out there that I might call close to a best friend, besides Chanyeol of course, It would be Luhan….speaking of Chanyeol…

    “So if you are here, does that mean Minseok is here tonight?” I smirked and nuzzled into his hands further. His cheeks became a visible red.

    “Well...I was actually going to ask you if you had seen Chanyeol at all tonight…” He raised a brow as his lips curled into their own teasing smirk. I shook my head out of his grasp.

    “Oh don’t even! I do not look at him like that! We both just like loud and fast things……...That did not come out righ-” Too late.

    “Clearly you do! I bet that's exactly how he wants you!~” He laughed giddly to himself. I could only retort with a gentle shove as he laughed to himself.

    “No I haven’t seen Chanyeol tonight… Or in awhile for that matter. I saw Minseok last week though…” I eyed him as his laughter came to a slow. He held himself and began to scan the crowd…..seemingly looking for his thoughts within it.

    “Hmmm...well since I can’t find either of them and Kris is busy being..Kris…” Chasing tail probably…  “We should race!” He smiled bright and excited like. It had been well over six months since my last race with this cutie…

    “Hell yeah, loser buys a round!” I called, hopping into my F-type beside us. He chuckled as he ran off for his own vehicle.

    “Deal!”

“Ay! Minseok! Isn’t that Luhan’s Maserati?” Junmyeon called, pointing to one of two vehicles that lined up at the start line. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, Jongin and most importantly Minseok all looked up to see. The spot that they picked was at the top of an incline not too far away. Overlooking the start line, giving them a clear view of every race. So far they were all very close calls. However observing strangers didn’t seem to help put the newbies at ease...

    “Looks like Ayumi is here too. I guess they are going to race~” Was all Minseok said. His eyes locked on the racers.

    “Luhan is here?” Sehun asked as he finally dragged Baekhyun back from within the crowd. Baekhyun now looking increasingly confused.

    “Luhan? Where??”

    “Shh!” Chanyeol silenced them just as the panties hit the ground, and off they went. Their engines roared through the night as they took off. The boys watched as the bright red Maserati out raced the purple lit car….or so it seemed. When they rounded the loop, the black car drifted and passed up the red. From that point on, the red was on the blacks tail. With a last push of Nitrous, the race was over and black won.

    “Oh! Damn, she’s as fast as ever…” Chanyeol laughed. Minseok, turned to give the rapper a look. Hands in pockets he said,

    “Ayumi is one of the best racers in the city… of course she would win..” Minseok laughed softly.

    “So wait, that was Luhan??” Baekhyun asked to confirm. “He lost??”

    “Yeah, but not a lot of people would’ve won that one, she is very fast.” Sehun shook his head with a small laugh.

    “Yeah, Luhan knew he was going to lose…” Chanyeol added before Kyungsoo asked,

    “So, if Luhan knew he was going to lose...he actually raced just for the sport of it.. there really are races that are purely for fun….?” He looked up at Chanyeol with some level of uncertainty in his eyes. Baekhyun and Jongin looked up with the same tension in their eyes..

    Chanyeol laughed. “Of course! We told you guys that! Anyone can race as long as the stakes are agreed on…” He smiled. The three seemed to appear more relieved.

    “I will be right back..” Minseok called softly as he started for the finish/start line where Luhan could be seen exciting his bright red car. Chanyeol raised a brow.

    “Bring them over!” was all Chan said before Xiumin disappeared into the crowd, only nodding in response.

    “Lulu! You can do better than that! I know you can!” I laughed and snuggled into him. My face barely reached his shoulder, muffling my words. He seemed to hear me fine though.

    “Oh please! You always win against me!” He laughed as we shuffled around in each others arms. We needed to move our cars from the start line for the next racers, but a cute victory hug was acceptable even for the crowd who were not surprised since this is me we are talking about. They cheered me on regardless.

    “Ayumi! Luhan…” Pulling away from Luhan, I found Xiumin approaching us rather lazily. He had a soft half smile like always and his black hair hung over his eyes, making his expression a little hard to read...as usual.

    “Minseok!” I called excited like and ran over to hug him as well. It had only been a week since I last saw the idol….but of course I hug all my friends! He returned the hug but I could feel his focus on someone else.

    “Minseok….How are you? Where are you guys at I couldn’t find you!” Luhan approached from behind and we all shared a mini group hug. I could feel Luhans breath on my ear, and Minseok across my cheek.. If I wasn’t sober I might’ve tried to take advantage of this moment… but we had to move our vehicles and there was no time to indulge in them. I sighed as I enjoyed their sculpted figures against me for a second.

    “Ill show you guys where we are at…” Xiumin pulled away from me with a knowing look...almost a smirk. He knew what I was thinking. I only giggled as Luhan and I retreated back to our vehicles, Minseok got into Luhans red Maserati Ghibli. Grrr, If only I could listen in on them! I know they have a weird… ‘unspoken’ history. But neither of them ever opened up to me about it. Oh well, one of them will tell me at some point.

    I followed behind Luhan slowly as the crowd parted for us until I could quickly spot Chanyeol’s red chrome Toyota Rocket Bunny. Of course, I got excited and parked to the left of it, following the customary circle, Luhan parking to the left of me.  

    “Ayumi-ah!” A deep voice called as I stepped out of my baby. I wasted no time running right into Chanyeol’s arms. He stood up just in time from his 86 to pick me up and swing me around. God he was so strong, I was like a rag doll in his grasp, him being so damn tall I barely reached his chest.

    “Chan!! Chann!!!! Let me gooooo!” I squealed because I knew what came next. I squirmed through my giggles as his grip grew tighter around me...and then I felt it. His fingers poked and pinched my sides. “NO! I won! I don’t deserve this!!! Minseok!!! SEHUN! Get him off!!!” I cried out between squeals and laughter. Chanyeol only laughed and continued the assault. I looked up to see Sehun shaking his head and leaving me to fend for myself. Minseok only smirked. I loved Chanyeol. He was probably the only person who didn’t treat me like…. Well everyone always felt so fake sometimes. Chanyeol was always real with me. Even if that meant suffering with pinches and tickles.

“Yeol-ah, I think she’s turning blue...hehe…” I could barely make out Junmyeon somewhere to my right. With a smile in satisfaction, finally, after squirming and me almost running out of breath, he released me.

    “That never gets old… I love hearing you scream and seeing you freak out.” The rapper snickered down at me, pinching my side one more time.

“Thank you, Suho…...Stop et!” I huffed and reached out to pinch him. He shuffled back just in time as Luhan said,

    “Chanyeol! How are you! Looks like you finally brought these cuties with you.. Have you guys raced yet?” Luhan asked as he exchanged a tight hug with…. My eyes widened as I hadn’t noticed the rest of EXO here. Personally, I was a fan of the boys, but knowing Chanyeol had really changed the way I viewed them. He was real with me and treated me like a person, not an object. So I always made it a point to treat them the same… Nevertheless I hadn’t met Jongin, Kyungsoo or Baekhyun. The last of them was in a very tight hug with Luhan. Jongin looked right at home, he looked like a racer himself the way he leaned on Junmyeon's Aston Martin. Kyungsoo was much cuter in person. His dark hair very nicely styled up in a fresh arch. He didn’t look out place, but not like he owned the place like Kai. When Luhan finally pulled away, Chanyeol introduced us.

    “Guys this is Miyamoto Ayumi. She is an alternative model from Japan. Well… at least she was. I think she just races nowadays…”Chan laughed softly, glancing back at me with uncertainty. “Ay, this is Byun Baekhyun, Do Kyungsoo and Kim Jongin…” I am not going to lie. I was nervous as fuck. Not because they were EXO, but because they were Chanyeol’s friends more than anything. Not only that but they were like fresh meat and not familiar with this scene. I didn’t want to off put them… Regardless I reached out my hand to shake theirs.

    “Its nice to meet you!” Kai leaned forward, bowing slightly and took my hand in a friendly, excited shake. He was just as handsome in person. His light brown hair looked very sexy as it framed the sides of his gorgeous smile. I did blush but it was soft and hopefully unnoticeable.

    “A pleasure.” Kyungsoo was very polite and his eyes were very...curious. Like he was drinking in information as fast and intense as possible. I smiled warmly in response. His handshake was firm and strong. His bow soon after was very formal as well... Scary for such a smol cutie…

    “Chanyeol has never mentioned you.. I think…Nice to meet you though!” Baekhyun was talkative like I had been told. More importantly, the camera didn’t seem to do him justice. He looked much more masculine in person. His jawline was sharper and his frame was more broad then it was slender. He was much more handsome than I had anticipated. His dorky smile was the killer for me in this moment. Try as I might, his smile was contagious and I broke into a bright smile in response...even if this bitch Chanyeol never spoke about me..

    “I can’t imagine he would, you kids don’t need your ears tainted with my corruptive and salacious existence…” I smirked, expecting a very different reaction then I what i recieved.

    “Ah~ Standing next to Yeol you can’t be that bad. Do you beat his ass in races? That's probably why he never talks about you…” Baekhyun laughed. He was still shaking my hand for some reason. I wasn’t about to stop him. His hands were soft and the grip was friendly and not too hard. I only laughed and looked back at Chanyeol.

    “Well its not wrong… Chan are you embarrassed that you can never win?” I returned the snicker from earlier. I knew how competitive he was… Clearly Baek knew too..

    “No no no no...no! I… Okay definitely win a lot races! You know that, don’t feed them lies!” He stood up from his Toyota to defend himself, smiling in attempt not to laugh.

    Sehun scoffed. “Yeah sure…” Chanyeol wasn’t having it.

    “It’s not like you guys ever beat her in a race! Especially not with that thing!” He motioned to my F-type. Honestly, it wasn’t my fastest, but the handling was ridiculously good on it.

    “Junmyeon could probably beat me in the Vanquish..but someone doesn’t like to race itttt..” I stuck my tongue out at Suho. He shook his head and laughed.

“You are not going to bait me into a race… I am not Chanyeol.” He gave me a firm smile. Suho wasn’t having it either. I could only giggle in response. At this point I had forgotten about my hand in Baekhyun’s. I looked back at him, he was watching me closely, still holding my hand and no longer shaking it. His eyes were fixed and curious, not like Kyungsoo’s curious… but more of a… I felt him sizing me up. Guys did this a lot, and I was used to it. The only thing to do, is to return the favor.

    “Is Kris here, too, Luhan?” I heard Junmyeon from behind me, still on the hood of his Vanquish. My eyes wandered from Baekhyun's Nikes up his torn black jeans, over his White Supreme shirt, to his eyes. I smiled once I was done checking him out and released his hand. He looked surprised but quickly returned the flirty smile. God he was beautiful, even in simple clothes and no makeup…

    “Yeah but I haven’t been able to find him…. Kai, D.O Baekhyun… You guys should race.. Or at least you Minseok. Ay-ay told me you come around the track often…” Luhan stepped forward beside Xiumin. The Korean idol only laughed and shook his head.

    “Nah, tonight is for these three….” He nodded toward the boys. I walked around and sat against my F-type, motioning Sehun to come closer. Without a word, he approached. I gave him a tight hug as I listened to Luhan try to tease Chanyeol, Minseok or Suho into a race. Unfortunately neither of them wanted to race insisting they wanted the newbies to race. Sehun silently returned my hug. He looked very good tonight. He wore a white button up, black skinnys and black converse. His brown hair with as much volume as ever. We continued to snuggle as Chan asked the newbies if they were going to race at all tonight. Sehun and I were very comfortable with each other. Honestly, I had been to a lottttt of parties with him. We partied rather frequently together and I have woken up naked beside Sehun more than once. Except I don’t think I ever had sex with him...maybe I did.. I don’t know. I just know we have partied a lot together. I loved getting high as fuck with him and Chan. Those were great nights. If Sehun wasn’t an idol……..and potentially not interested in females… I would definitely pursue him. I looked up to inspect his jawline, when an idea occurred to me..

    “Why don’t the newbies race each other?” I asked the boys. Minseok and Junmyeon seemed to be caught off guard by this idea. Chanyeol jumped up and closed the hood of his Rocket Bunny.

    “Fuck yes. Ay..this is why I love you. Great ideas. Which of you two will go first…?” I could feel Sehun rest his chin on my head as we watched the three, whom were very much in shock by this sudden shift in situation.

//Hope you guys liked it so far! Don't worry only chapter one is really about racing. Chp 2 pulls away from that lmao. I'll post part 2 in a bit ❤️