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Boom Clap [bnha: vigilantes one shot]

Story Summary: Haimawari Koichi is quite content spending New Year's Eve alone in his run-down rooftop apartment, but Iida Tensei has other plans.

Relationship: Haimawari Koichi/Iida Tensei

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: haha wtf is a  warm-up drabble anyways. this isn’t edited but whatever. gonna go back to my other AU in a bit. Happy new year everyone :)

31 December 20XX, 2154H

Haimawari Koichi watches the night sky alone.

He has cans of beer, one of them already open and half-empty in his hand. His phone is out, but apart from taking piss-poor quality photos of the stray fireworks already colouring the night sky in vivid oranges and greens and pinks, it is glaringly quiet. Almost… annoyingly so. But he can’t complain.

Pop is finally spending time with her family and not with some college-aged vigilante, as proper middle school girls ought to. Makoto-senpai is with her older brother too--she managed to pressure him into going home to see their parents after so long.

His college friends wouldn’t step near here, for obvious reasons. And the kinda-friends he’s met as a vigilante… well, Koichi’s kind of dense, but even he understands that inviting Eraserhead for a beer here isn’t the most genius idea.

Knuckleduster… well who knows where he really is right now. Koichi only hopes that he’s alive wherever he is. He doesn’t have a lot of chances to say that he misses that insane master of his, not even to himself.

And… that’s the extent of his friends, he realizes. Those close enough that he can theoretically ask to spend some time with him on his little rooftop in the city, at least.

That’s… kind of sad. But he tries not to think about that too much.

There’s no one else here.

It’s not so bad, he supposes. Life as a college student by day, a vigilante by night isn’t exactly the most quiet. He made up a stupid University-related excuse not to go home to Mom’s because villains don’t take the holidays off (and also he prefers meeting the new year without being slapped silly like a fly). So he should really enjoy the quiet, while he can.

Another stray firework explodes above his head. He tries to capture it on camera, for what it’s worth. As expected, it looks shitty, exactly what you get from a flip-phone camera.

He deletes it.

It’s quiet. A breeze blows by, cold and biting, but his All Might hoodie keeps him warm.

It’s the perfect time for a villain to strike. If he were a villain, he’d strike now.

He looks at the streets below his complex. Come on. Somebody? Anybody?

Nope. Nada. He sighs, and looks up the sky again. Maybe he should patrol, or something? Ah, but during holidays like this, the younger heroes are out and about, on higher alert than on a normal day. If he ran into any of them, he might just be the one to get arrested. Not the best thing to happen to greet the new year.

His phone rings like a bell, startling him. “Ah--”

He flips his phone open. A single message, a short one, but just enough to make his heart flutter.

Tensei Iida (2201H): Happy New Year to you and your family! Here’s hoping that the incoming year is prosperous! Let’s work hard together! - Turbo Hero Ingenium

He’s two hours too early for the generic new year’s greeting texts, isn’t he? He must have thought ahead and sent the message before the signals got congested. Figures that the Turbo Hero is ahead of everyone, even new year’s texts.

Still… Koichi’s smiling a little too wide just receiving a generic greeting. Ah, frickin’ stupid, really--

Their chat thread isn’t exactly brimming with messages, either. In fact, this is the first message in their log. They exchanged numbers ages ago during one of their runs, but there really isn’t a good reason for either of them to send messages to each other. Besides, Koichi thinks that it wouldn’t be good for one of the more popular heroes to be in close contact with an infamous vigilante--who knows when the police might need to check his text records, or something…

Oh… and also, his crippling shyness gets in the way of making a proper human-like text too, let’s not forget about that.

His fingers tap nervously against the keys of his phone, erasing and re-typing and erasing his messages again. Double-thinking whether it’s too eager or too disinterested or just right for him to text now, or in a minute, or in an hour--

What is he going to say, anyway? Blessings to you too, please keep watching out for us? Yeah, let’s work hard together, you on the legal side and me on the dark shady criminal side? Yeah man I can’t wait til we run again, please wear tighter jogging shorts this year hehe jk lol. Oh, wait, is this the appropriate time to confess his crazy gay crush yet? With any luck, the moment Tensei reads it, there’s fireworks in the sky, boom boom and then--

Koichi, no. Just. No.

He inhales, and lets his thumbs fly over the keypad. Happy New Year, he starts out in Japanese, ending with a :) .

Too plain. He deletes that.

Happy New Year, he writes, in English this time. There, that’s not too plain, that might be something that Tensei will at least be a lil bit amused to read. Right. He thinks about it a little more, and adds another :) .

Well. That won’t make any hearts throb. That’s… seenzoned material, that’s not really-- yeah, that’s really boring, even for a generic new year’s greeting that he’s spent a lot of thought on.

A generic new year’s greeting that he’s spent five… ten… fifteen minutes composing already. What the fuck, Koichi. Just say something, anything, just fill up the screen with some shitty fireworks kaomoji and blame it on Pop if he asks about it.

He takes a deep breath. Okay, so… the past year he’s gotten away a lot with being a little more impulsive, right? So just… say what you want, and just let things happen. Most likely nothing will happen, so.

Me: Happy New Year! Thanks for all your help this year. Hope you and your family are doing well, ‘specially Tenya. If you’re patrolling, I hope you don’t run into anyone too dangerous lol~

Before he berates himself for sounding stupid, he presses send. It gets delivered at 2218H.

Okay. Well that isn’t so bad. But the cutesy ~ makes him cringe.

He shuts his phone with a satisfying snap and takes a sip of his beer. Ugh, his face is getting warm, this beer isn’t cold enough! Come on, isn’t it supposed to be winter, where are the bitter biting winds when you need them?

No cold wind comes, only another message. He almost tosses his phone over the side of the building the moment his phone chimes again.

He takes a deep breath, flips his phone open and reads:

Tensei Iida (2221H): Thanks, Haimawari-kun! Tenya’s doing well, he’s with our grandparents outside the city. Just about to finish my shift now tho, so obviously I won’t be celebrating with everyone ^_^’ Are you patrolling too? Try not to get caught, okay?

Ahhh ahhh a real reply ahhhhhhh a blessed smiley from Ingenium, ahhh. He needs to go in and put his head in the freezer.

But he doesn’t--Tensei replied to him really fast, so surely it’s polite to reply to him really fast too. I mean it’s the polite thing to do. A guy on patrol in a quiet city has the means to reply fast, so he should return the favor.

Trying to will his heart not to go doki doki much like a shoujo manga heroine, he struggles to type, Oh, im not lmao theres a lot of you out there and i dont want to spend the new year in prison.

Tensei Iida (2224H): You’re right! That’s a relief. I don’t want to go to Tartarus just so we can go jogging together! ;) Tensei Iida (2224H): so are you with your folks? Out of town?

The winky face, and the implication that Tensei would visit him in maximum security prison should the opportunity arises almost kills him on the spot. Koichi suppresses another urge to roll over the cement tiles of the rooftop and manages to reply:

Me (2226H): nah. naruhata Tensei Iida (2327H): oh. In the university dorm, by yourself? Me (2228H): haha no lmao i dont live in the university. i live up on the roof in that one rundown apartment two blocks away cant miss it Me (2229H): but yeah by myself Tensei Iida (2331H): !!! on new years eve? Me (2232H): yeah? Tensei Iida (2335H): Oh! Well, that’s not good... Me (2236H): lmao do u feel that sorry for me Tensei Iida (2337H): It’s not that! Sorry hahahaha Me (2238H): its ok haha

Well, that’s a little awkward. Koichi doesn’t know what to say next, and when the minutes pass by, the speedy replies suddenly stops. He tries to type out another reply to tell him to change the subject but he has no clue how to proceed.

And then, the minutes pass in silence. There are more fireworks rising in the skies now, building up a crescendo for the bigger ones scheduled for midnight. They’re really pretty, but Koichi’s guts are in turmoil, giddiness making them churn in one direction, and pure anxiety in the opposite direction.

Fifteen minutes later, to his surprise, his phone chimes again.

Tensei Iida (2253H): 16th st apartment complex?

A firework goes boom behind his head. Koichi blinks. Uh. yeah, he types in dumbly.

Tensei Iida (2254H): Ok. Look down. :D

Koichi stares at the message for another dumb second and almost trips over himself rushing to the edge.

It’s a little hard to see since he’s way down there, but Koichi doesn’t miss the shiny silver and blue of Ingenium’s mecha-inspired hero suit. He’s waving up at him, and Koichi hopes that he sees him waving back.

He’s prepared to turn on his heel and run down to meet him, but he sees Tensei hold his hand up, in a gesture for him to stay right where he is. Koichi tilts his head curiously, raises both arms in a confused shrug.

He’s far away, but Koichi sees him give his trademark grin. He goes five steps backwards…

And Recipro-bursts his way up the side of the building.

“Holy sh--”

It’s less than half a minute when Ingenium makes it up and over the ledge. Smoke rises from the engines of his arms and it’s really concerning, but the way the Turbo Hero is just smiling at him with a salute, like he’s in a mission to rescue him from the burning building of his heart just... makes him melt in a stupid puddle without any sense of comprehension.

“Hey there, Crawler,” Tensei says, stepping closer to him.

“Hey,” Koichi stammers out. “Um… that was neat and all, but you know we have an elevator, so--”

The pro laughs. “Yeah, but elevators are pretty slow, and I wanted to see you faster than they would allow me.”

Anyone who is interested is free to canvass Koichi’s corpse of its vital organs. Just. Say the word.

“Yeah, you were… pretty fast, haha.” His voice catches like he’s still in puberty. He clears his throat. “I didn’t know you could run up the sides of buildings. That’s pretty insane.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know I could too.”

“Uh.”

Tensei collapses on the floor, legs crossed and arms waving in front of him like they’re boneless. “You wouldn’t happen to have any juice there, would you? My arms are feeling pretty wobbly, and--”

Aaaah wtf! “Y-yeah, hang on a sec, Iida--”

Koichi glides in his apartment in the speed of light and rummages through the scanty contents of his fridge. He has to dig a bit to find the stock of grapefruit juice at the back.

(Since that incident with the Catbus, he buys a stock of them on impulse and carries a bottle with him during patrols. In the tiny chance that he runs into Tensei and he needs extra fuel, he’s frickin’ ready. And if he doesn’t, well… grapefruit juice doesn’t taste that bad, so…)

He’s back to Tensei in record time. He tosses the bottle to him, and the pro chugs it down gratefully. He instantly looks refreshed at the last gulp, puts down the bottle with an aahhh and only grins at Koichi’s distress.

“What the heck, Iida! You haven’t done anything like that before?!”

He laughs awkwardly. “I’ve run up two storeys before, but--”

Koichi’s apartment complex is, like, ten storeys high. “Y-you could have gone splat or kaboom on the way up here, man! You could have been a really bloody human firework!”

Tensei shrugs. “I didn’t though! This tells me a lot about what I can do with my quirk!”

He’s a little too chill for someone who could have fallen ten storeys down onto the dirty Naruhata pavement, Koichi thinks. He gives him an exasperated look and collapses next to him. “Yeah, I guess, but… you didn’t have to do all that just to see me…”

He grins at him again, leans his head closer to his, like he tends to do from time to time. Koichi reckons that it’s because Tensei doesn’t have a good sense of personal space, but all the same it makes his heart throb painfully in his chest. “I felt like I did. Let me show off from time to time, Haimawari-kun.”

Ahh you cheesy bastard, Tensei, you bleeding show-off. It’s a good thing it’s so dark, because he’s sure he’s a cherry tomato by that time, and he can’t blame it on the half-empty can of beer next to him. “Hah! Sure, do that… I’d show off my new moves to you too if I could. You’re lucky I can’t, you’d feel like a total slowpoke hahaha--”

What the fuck is he saying, he doesn’t know anymore. This back-and-forth shit-talking thing (Makoto insists that it’s flirting, but Koichi disagrees because hah why would Iida Tensei flirt with a guy like him?) is more natural when they’re running out the streets and out of breath from trying to outdo each other. Without the excuse of physical exhaustion to explain away his stammering, Koichi’s a little worried of how brainless he might have sounded then.

Tensei only looks more and more amused, and doesn’t get any less close. “I dunno about that, Crawler. Been a while since we had a real race.”

“Heh, you’re right.” Koichi has been more careful using his quirk in public, out of disguise. He doesn’t wear his All Might hoodies when he’s around Tensei, unless by accident.

A silence falls between them, a slightly uncomfortable one where Koichi is hyperaware of the steadily increasing proximity between them, of the alcohol in his veins, of his rushing pulse. Trying to distract himself, he reaches out for an unopened can of beer and offers this to Tensei, who accepts.

He pulls the tab off the cheap, lukewarm thing, tilts it close to his. “Cheers.”

Koichi nods. “Cheers.”

They take a swig in unison. Fireworks explode above them, spurts of colors in the sky. The shine of the lights above do something interesting over the steel of Tensei’s suit.

“Hey, so… if you want to take your suit off--”

“Hm?” Tensei looks down on himself. “You want me to strip down? I usually expect dinner first, but for you--”

“That’s not what I--” Koichi stammers, as he flushes in an ever deeper scarlet that he doesn’t think is even possible. Ah, how drunk is he, huh? How Asian is he that he would turn this red, just from drinking this teensy amount of beer?

He takes off the metal plates more carelessly than Koichi reckons he should be handling them, and lets them down on the floor next to him with a sound. Tensei looks grateful for the extra breathing space as he leans back to appreciate the growing noise and lights above them. “This is an awesome spot, Koichi. The view’s great from up here, huh?”

“Yeah, you know it.”

(And the younger boy leans back, away from him, and tries not to appreciate how Tensei looks in just that tight black bodysuit thing he has underneath. Lean, broad, muscly, like a Greek god, and...)

A few quiet moments pass by. Tensei finishes a can. Koichi works on his third one and he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly drinking so fast. He coughs a little to clear up his suddenly tight throat. “So it’s weird because you almost died going up here, but thanks for coming up here, I guess… it’s pretty cool being up here, by myself--”

Perfectly content, and lonely, and quite possibly drunk by himself by this time, but not as drunk as he feels right there next to him--

“--but it’s cool not… looking at all the pretty lights by myself this time,” he struggles out. Stupid, really, he isn’t even looking at the fireworks anymore, just the beer can under his nose, like he’s reading tea leaves and begging for some clarity.

“Yeah. I’m glad I invited myself up here, too,” Tensei says gently. “I’m shameless I know, but knowing you’re alone up here, I couldn’t help myself--”

Koichi laughs nervously. “Yeah, you are pretty--”

When he turns his head, Tensei’s nose is two centimeters away from his. His eyes are looking right into his, freezing him in place.

“... pretty,” he swallows, already lost. “... shameless.”

Tensei makes a sound in his throat, so quiet that he can’t hear it among the sounds of explosions, but he’s so close he feels the hit, like he Shooty-Go-Blammed himself in the chest. He might be agreeing or disagreeing but fuck whatever they were talking about, Koichi can’t remember why the small talk matters anymore.

Tensei puts one gloved hand underneath his chin, a lackadaisical grin on his face showing off that sharp incisor that Koichi thinks is very cute. “Pretty,” he agrees.

He feels the change in the air, feels the charge spark in between them, through his eyeballs and his little brain.

They lean in closer. Eyes flutter closed. Koichi’s heart is beating fast and hot and electric.

Lips touch.

Explosions go off in his brain.

Ahhh, Koichi screams in his head, as the sensation of Tensei’s insanely soft lips on his beery virgin ones immediately makes him question reality. One hand goes up to experimentally touch the back of the older man’s head, fingers threading through that soft, dark hair. He pushes a little, nudges him just a little closer to him. The minuscule distance between them practically disappears.

“Ahhh--” This time his mental scream is an audible gasp when Tensei pushes him down on the concrete, supporting his head and back with gloved hands, and continues the kissing with Koichi underneath him.

Sparks of light litter the night air, like violent blooming flowers against the infinite canopy of darkness, in booms and kablooeys and claps and other ridiculous noises. Koichi doesn’t care to wax poetic about them, not when his heart is probably doing the same shit, with Tensei and his warmth is right there above him, feeling so nice and right.

Yeah, he belongs right here, right in his arms. What the hell has he done all year, the blur that is his 19 years of life, before this?

Eventually they have to break the kiss to get some of that chill air between their lungs. They gasp in unison, a dashing smile on Tensei’s face, and a dopey smile on Koichi’s. The older man caresses the side of his face. “Haimawari-kun,” he says gently.

“Yeah? Ah, it’s Koichi, by the way.”

Tensei nods. “Koichi-kun,” he repeats.

That right there is the stuff of dreams. Koichi feels like he’s overheating, despite the winter night. “Hah, is it new years yet, Iida? We should be counting down, or something--”

He gets another sweet kiss on the lips instead. Moments stretch before him. The concrete under him feels like the softest cloud as he allows himself to melt under his touch once again.

“It’s Tensei,” he breathes sensually into his ear. “And… honestly, I don’t care about the time, Koichi, just--”

There’s jovial shouting down at where the city square is, and more light and noise, far away from their rooftop.

“Yeah,” Koichi agrees with a smile. “Fuck that clock.”

They laugh like a couple of idiots, and kiss some more and damn, he could do with more of this in the coming years.

Soon, it’s January. The air is getting a little colder. They spend the rest of the first day of the new year in Koichi’s humble apartment, warmer than either of them could ever hope for.

sEX tOy

C H A P T E R  F O U R 

Chapters: prologue, one, two.1, two.2, two.3, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,  eleven, twelve, thirteen. [finished]

EXO’s sEX prOfile

Wu!’s sEX prOfile 

Your sEX prOfile

 A/N: This chapter might be very rough but hasn’t chapter two.2 been rough too? lmao just you’ll see.. Also, i’m sorry for pairing these two fuckers together all the time; i’m just a Chansoo biast bitch is all.

P.S. There is some sad-ish angst for some reason bc I felt like it and I want the reader to be more intimate with the members rather it just all being cold hearted fucking. thank you!

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader & Kyungsoo x reader

Genre: smut with some ‘’angst’’???

Rating: M (Mature, 17+)

Warnings: Swearing. sexual content, agressive Kyungsoo

Kinks: Maledom, toy(s), public?, humiliation, spanking & the slightest bit of height/size reference in like the very last sentence lmao..

Concept: An alternative universe where big idols can secretly hire so called ‘’sex toys’’ for their personal pleasure. You (fem!reader) are hired by EXO to please them as they wish. 

Word count: 4,4K

I was woken up early by the boys as they had schedules that I had to attend as their ‘assistant’. Today was their music video shooting for their first come back of the year. We were picked up by their managers who drove us to the location. It was a hectic scene as there were staff running around everywhere. People checking lights, stylists running after the members as they had to follow instructions from the director around the set. Managers re-checking concepts and scripts to make sure their idols would have a good image. I felt anxious just looking at it. As I sighed deeply I sat down at one of the tables scattered around in this big room. It was tiring to wake up this early and the thought that they had been doing this for five years straight was horrendous. And I still didn’t hear them complain. “M-m'am” a small voice standing in front of me called out. I turned my head expecting one of the staff members but I was surprised to see Baekhyun’s timed figure. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, Baekhyun” I yawned in response. “I.. Uh.. I need to use the bathroom” he was clearly sweating as he spoke. And I knew what he was indicating as the chastity belt he was wearing didn’t allow him to use the bathroom properly. I leaned back and looked at him unbothered. “Keep it in till tonight, okay?” I smiled teasingly. “B-but I really need to-” before he could finish his sentence a make-up staff walked up to him to fix his now sweat ruined make-up. “Aish, Baekhyun-ah! Why are you sweating so much?!” She dragged him with her to touch it up as I waved him a goodbye. Not long after he left I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face another staff member. “Miss, one of the EXO members has requested to see you.” The lady smiled. I followed her to their dressing room where it felt even more chaotic than the set. She led me to the member and then walked away again. This member happened to be Kyungsoo and to my habit, as this is part of my job, I looked down. Kyungsoo happened to have one of the most prominent boners I had ever seen right now. Even if you weren’t looking for it, you would clearly notice the bulge in his jeans. The fact that they were baggy didn’t help his subtlety either. As he had seen me approach him I became nervous with each step I took. Kyungsoo had a timed and professionally calm nature. He never had a boner in public. In fact, as long as I have worked for them, no one has gotten a boner in any form of public setting. But why now and why him? I could not stay quiet if it was him. “I need to take use of your serves.” He spoke in a monotone, his eyes narrow and dark. His expression cold. I gulped. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. His words were clearly pointing out my real job for the ones who knew but were subtle enough for the ones who didn’t. ‘’C-could we dis-cuss about that in a m-more private room?“ I stammered. With his eyes boring through mine he spoke. “Sure” So simple, still so frightening. He led me with him to a conversation room, it was more isolated and there were no camera’s due to privacy policies. When I walked in he closed the door behind me and locked it. “L-look, Kyungsoo..” I tried to get the courage to speak. “You guys are m-mid shooting and it’s going to ruin your clothes and-” he cut me off with clearing his throat loudly, he sat down on one of the chairs with his legs spread as he rested his elbows on his knees. Still not saying anything he glared at me through his eyelashes. Too afraid to move I stood there, in front of him, not daring to speak any further. I didn’t clearly know why I was so anxious. It was Kyungsoo, Doh Kyungsoo. The shy guy that would hate it when you called him cute but would get flustered when you did anyway. The guy who politely and perfectly bowed 90 degrees down for everyone to show his upmost respect. How could you be scared of him? “I know it is unprofessional to take use of your serves right now. It’s risky and stupid. But that’s not why I asked for your time.” His words were so carefully chosen. He seemed so collected once again; a purely intimidating figure. One of those high standard businessmen that could ruin you by the snap of his fingers. “Why I asked for your time is because I wanted to discuss something with you, my little pet” he nudged his head, motioning for me to sit down. I obeyed his silent order and took a seat opposite him. “Tonight, I want to take my time with you. Try new things, see what you like and what you don’t. if you are comfortable, that is..” I could tell he was trying to not slip into his domspace. At least not now. It seemed he was trying to come off less strict and controlling. He wasn’t able to go all out now anyway. “I know I could be discussing this with you tonight, at the dorm. But I need to know in advance so I can prepare” the word ‘prepare’ pulled at my nerves. Why would he need to prepare? “Are you following me so far?” I nodded my head carefully at his words. He moved his chair closer to mine for a better conversational setting. His eyes once again boring through my brain and scanning all my sensitive areas. “I need you to be fully aware of what you get yourself into, understood?” I nodded. “Tell me if you don’t want to do a certain thing, okay?” I nodded again. Then he reached for his pocket and got out a piece of paper. He unfolded it and straightened it out onto the table. “This is a list of all the things I want to do, kitten. We won’t be doing all of them tonight, but with time..” His strict character started to subtract slowly. I glanced at the paper briefly; it was pretty long. “Remove some that you truly do not feel comfortable with and i’ll see what i’ll do as alternative. You can add anything you like, those will be your occasional rewards. IF you behave” his gaze was dark once more. I gulped before I took hold of the paper and looked over it carefully. 

Chocking 

Pain 

Blindfold 

Denial 

Anal [+ enema] 

Voyeurism 

Watersports 

Pet play 

Hot candle wax 

Over stimulation 

Roleplay 

Cumplay 

Some of these I recognized already from his profile, but it seemed he gained interest in some new ones as well. I didn’t find any of them too much but did feel a bit uneasy with some that I had never tried before or wasn’t trained in. I took a deep breath and then turned my vision back to Kyungsoo. He was scanning my face intensively; surely looking for any kin of reaction. “W-we can try some..” I spoke quietly. “But I d-don’t think all of them-” “I know we can’t do all of them tonight. But we will eventually.” He cut me off harshly, obviously inpatient to my stammering speech. I gulped once again at his strong character before nervously cutting off eye contact and staring at the paper again. “Add some things you want to do” he spoke suddenly. “If you’re good, I will reward you those. Depending on what it is you want. If you are really good, I will reward you the ones I don’t usually allow” Thinking about his words there were many things I wanted to do to him and many things I wanted him to do to me. The click of a pen got my attention as I turned my head he had placed a pen on the table for me to use.

REWARDS

You let me ride you face

You let me use a vibrator 

You let me touch myself 

I can touch you 

You make me cum without denial 

You let me peg you 

I dominate you for one full night 

Anxious to return him the paper I looked it over once more before placing it on the table. He took it and read it over. Afraid to look at him but still wanting to see his reaction I glanced at him slightly. His face was hard to read, like always. I could notice slight twitches at certain words but that’s all I received. Once finished he folded the paper and returned it to his pocket. He cleared his throat once again before speaking. “I will need to discuss some of the rewards you have chosen; but we do not have time for this now. I’ll see you tonight in my room at six” then he got up and left. I stayed in my chair for a moment. Still baffled at what just happened. The fact that he wanted this planned out and probably for it to go perfect raised my nerves. What if I made a mistake? He’d punish me. But what if I couldn’t take it? Then why didn’t I say something?! Not wanting to think about it too much, I left the room and returned to the set. They had started recording again and it seemed to be turning out well. They had an amazing group shot which looked just perfect on the monitors. As their “assistant” I had not many tasks to do on shooting days, unless they decided to ask for coffee’s and such. But even so, they had their personal assistants to do so for them. As I was more considered the whole group’s “assistant”, I was more in charge of schedule holding of them as EXO. Knowing when they had interviews and making sure their managers would be around and know when and where they had shoots, etc. If they had separate schedules I would be either attending the bigger part of the group or not attending at all. Unless EXO requested so themselves.

It was a long day of shooting and I had barely anything to do besides sit around and look at the hectic scene of making pure perfection. The shooting came to an end soon as they had enough footage for the video. They wrapped up and everyone greeted each other and said their goodbye’s before we left. We drove home together in a SUV the managers provided. As soon home I was dragged by my arms by Chanyeol. “Yeol! Yah! What is this about?!” I exclaimed as we entered his room. “Take your pants off, and those panties as well” his demand went straight to my core. I complied and unzipped my jeans. As I did so I watched him fidget around in his night stand looking for something. As soon as I was done undressing my lower half he had found the thing he was looking for. As he turned around he kept the unknown object behind his back with a grin. “Lay on the bed, my little one” he spoke deviously. I did so and he spread my legs apart. “Ch-Chanyeol, what is this about?” I stammered, trying to prep myself up with my elbows while looking at him between my legs. “Still not in your role, I see?” He said before hitting my core with his hand. I flinched at the sudden feeling and moaned. “From this moment on, until I tell you otherwise, you will address me as 'sir’ and nothing else. Understood?” His sudden change of character made me anxious to his actions. I nodded my head in response but this is not what he wanted. 

“Use words, slut." 

"Y-yes, sir”

“Good.." 

Then he revealed the object. A vibrating buttplug. I gulped at the sight but knew not to reject. He reached for lube and placed some on the item; smearing it out before pushing it into my tight entrance. I moaned and cried at the stretching feeling but was forced to keep my legs open. Once it was fully in he tapped it for extra effect, just for his own fun. "Good girl~” he said in a rumbling tone. “Now put your clothes back on, we’re going grocery shopping!” My eyes nearly fell out of my sockets when those words left his lips. I jumped up but regretted it instantly as the plug was pushed in deeper at my movement. Another moan came from my mouth as a evil chuckle came from his. Without further fighting back I obeyed to his little game he wanted to play and we were off to the grocery shop. Like promised, Chanyeol was wearing his mask and walked mainly behind me. This did not help one bit as he towered over me by at least a full head. But this did not hold back his naive action. We weren/t looking for too much as the boys were already preparing for their up coming tour as soon as they had their comeback. “It’s pretty empty so we can split up. You just go walk around over there while looking for some items okay?” Chanyeol pointed into a random direction of the store. “Sure” I spoke before I started walking. A jolt of vibrations went through me before I could even take my second step. I swung my hands to my mouth to keep myself from moaning out loud. I turned to Chanyeol, who was the reason of this as he sternly stared at me with his arms crossed; only his dark eyes visible.  “That’s not what we agreed on, little one.” He walked around me.  “I-I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” I stuttered out my words as I couldn’t focus on anything but the shakes inside of me. “C-Can you please turn it off now, sir?” I was clearly desperate, and this added to his rising ego.  “No.” He spoke before walking away.  I desperately wanted to call out for him but I couldn’t with my shaky voice. Scared to even open my mouth as a moan would definitely come out. I tried to straighten my posture so I wouldn’t attract attention. I took shaky steps as my hands tightened around the cart I was holding. 

I tried looking for the items quickly so this torture would end sooner. Until I realized that this was my first time in this store and smartass Chanyeol left me all alone. I looked for an employee to help me and soon found one. “Hello, ma'am. May I ask you something?” I tried to hide my shaky state as much as I could. “Yes, of course!” She smiled brightly. “I was looking fo-” I was interrupted as a high squeal took over my throat. Chanyeol had intensified the vibrations. I looked around as I knew he must be close. “M-Miss, are you alright?” The lady asked with concern. “Yes, i’m f-fine..” I gulped as I clutched my stomach. “I-I was just wondering if y-you also sell soy sauce?” I forced a smile. “Ah! Yes we do!” She spoke with a smile, oblivious to anything. “Follow me!” I used all the strength in me to follow her, with a straight posture and a poker face, pretending not to be edging to an orgasm right about now. The woman showed me my needed soy sauce and then walked off after I told her I didn’t need anything else. I let out a big sigh once she was out of sight and placed the soy sauce in my cart. I could hear snickering from behind me and turned around. There he was, Chanyeol was giggling his mask covered face off as it seemed he just witnessed the most hilarious scenario of his life. “You’re cute when you try not to embarrass yourself.” He spoke with a grin. “Can you please turn it off now, sir?” I spoke in a whimper. My thighs were clutched tightly against one another as my brows furrowed I looked utterly desperate trying to win some mercy out of him. “No’‘ he said rather playfull. ‘‘I want you o do one more thing for me, sweetie.’‘ He grinned. ‘‘That is?’‘  ‘‘Go to the fruit and vegetables section and get the bigges cucumber you can find!’‘ without even questioning his words I shuffled my way over to the alley and grabbed what I was ordered to.  Once I shuffled back I noticed Chanyeol looking at a random rack. Once I came closer I noticed him looking for condoms. ‘‘S-sir, I got me what you wanted..’‘ I stammered in a small voice. ‘‘Geat! Now take these and go to the check out, i’ll handle the groceries.’‘ He winked with a wide grin. As I was handed the XL condom package I realized his plan.  He really wanted me to buy this cucumber with a pack of condoms!?  I whined at the realization and gave him pleading eyes. As to my ‘luck’ this just inched him to get riskier. ‘’Ow! One more thing. Cum as you check out!’’ my stomach sank to the ground at his words.  What had I done to deserve this?

After getting our needed items we returned to the dorm. Chanyeol had dropped the bags in the kitchen before returning to me in the hallway. Suddenly his arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me off the floor by a few centimeters before kissing my lips softly. “You’re making your Daddy very happy. You know that, right?” He murmured when his lips detached from mine. Without any further words he carried me up the stairs. I was still astonished by his strength even tho he was pretty big and could obviously lift my smaller body with ease. My body was aching to be touched, I needed a release as soon as possible! Before I knew it Chanyeol playfully threw me onto his bed. I squealed at the sudden fall but was soon back to intimacy when he crawled between my legs and started taking my jeans off. Once my lower half was naked he roughly pulled out the butt plug, making me moan loudly. “Good girl, moan for me” he said right before placing his lips onto my lower ones. I did what he said and started chanting for more. My hands moved down quickly and grasped his hair. But before I could start pulling, he pinned them back down beside my hips. “I decide the pace, slut” Chanyeol seemed to go back and forth between playful and serious. His tongue licked between my folds and teased my entrance making me whimper for my long awaited release. “Beg to cum” he panted already running out of breath. Not needing to be asked twice I turned my helpless moans into pleads. “S-Sir! Please! Please! May I cum?!” I nearly screamed out. “Louder, babygirl” I could hear the smirk on his face while he was clearly enjoying this. “Please!! May I cum! I need to cum so desperately!” “Let go, babygirl” My build up knot released waves of pleasure through my whole body. My breathing was heavy as I tried to calm down again. Tilting my tired head I faced his night stand. His clock reading 18:53. 'I’ll see you tonight in my room at six’ Kyungsoo’s voice echoed through my head. FUCK! I jumped up again and as quickly as I could headed to the door. “Where are you-” “I’m sorry!!” Is all I could bring out before exiting his room to rush to Kyungsoo’s. I was terrified, maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal. He didn’t say to be exact.. Right? Ow, who am I fooling?! It’s Kyungsoo! He hated when people were late to anything! I opened his door and as soon as his eyes met mine, a whimper came from my throat. There he was. Sitting on his bed, naked, with a belt in his hands. He didn’t say anything. I knew what was coming and he knew I knew the rules. I closed the door and stripped myself completely. “I’m really sorry, sir” I bowed down, hoping this would earn me some mercy. But yet again, he stayed silent. With a lump in my throat and fear written on my forehead, I walked closer to him and bend over his lap. I had no time to adjust myself as he landed his leather belt right across my ass. I yelped out in pain and shock as the hits continued with no time for me to adjust to the pain. He didn’t even sooth my suffering with a rub of his hand. All it was was pain conflicted to my ass. My nails dug into his calf as tears streamed down my face. With each hit I apologized with a desperate 'I’m sorry!’ But this didn’t seem to do much as the hits never seemed to end. Usually he’d let me count and then thank him. But right now he was giving me the silent treatment. This was not something I preferred. But even so, I felt myself getting heated already. Like I didn’t just orgasm minutes ago. I knew he’d notice, he always noticed the things he did to me. After what felt like hours, he finally stopped. Only now letting the pain really dig into me. My sensitive skin felt like it was on fire. Not only had he hit my cheeks, but my thighs were targeted as well. My legs felt weak from the treatment. Unable to move as my cries died out to whimpers of pain. Still not having said a thing I felt him shift. When he shifted back a cold liquid was squirted onto my beaten skin. I squealed at the sudden sensation before I felt his hands carefully smearing it out to reach each bruised area. His fingertips barely touching my skin to avoid hurting me more. Once the soothing liquid had started setting in I felt soft blows of air touch my skin. It came from between his plush lips; he made sure to reach each part. Then carefully he reached around my body and lifted me off his lap slowly. Too weak and still too frightened to speak I let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. He placed my still trembling body onto the bed, making sure none of the beaten areas was touched. I twisted my neck to see what he would do next. Only being able to see his legs from this angle I followed his footsteps into his bathroom; where he disappeared. I heard the water tab open and close seconds later before he came back again, with a hand towel still in his hands to dry them off. He sat down behind me and spread my legs before adjusting himself between them; also laying on his stomach. “I’m really sorry, S-sir” I whimpered. “I was with Chanyeol a-and we forgot about time.. I really am sorry and you have every right to be angry.” I felt tears coming up again as subspace finally started taking over to sooth my fear. Then I felt his plush lips kiss my bruised skin. And he still hadn’t spoken a word. A soft moan came from my lips as my heat started to rise. He didn’t leave any patch of skin unkissed; sometimes kissing parts twice if they were redder than the others. His lips were so close to my lower ones and if I didn’t know any better I would have whined for him to touch me there. But he never did. When he felt like he was done he detached his lips from my skin. He reached for the tissues on his nightstand so he could clean his glistening lips from the liquid. “I am still angry with you, kitten” his low voice filled the room. Tho his words weren’t assuring, the fact he used any at all was making me endure this more. “I-I understand, sir..” I whispered in a small voice. “No, I don’t think you do” he wrapped his hands around my waist; “sit up” he spoke before turning me around. As my still sensitive skin came in contact with the bed I hissed at the burning pain and flinched. His strong hands forced me down to rub the pain in more. “Hurts, doesn’t it” his voice was sadistic and low as he gazed into my eyes. I nodded with a whine as my nails dug into his forearms. He always let me do this to endure the pain he would inflict. I think I would’ve gone insane already if he hadn’t. “I am hurt too” he said “Yes. I, your master, am hurt by the way you care so little for me.” His words stung me; but not in an offended matter. I rather felt guilt and empathy. “I know I should work on myself as well. But I tried to put my ideas out there right in front of you. Right there, where I was vulnerable. You could’ve totally rejected all of my ideas, my fantasies and I would’ve been devastated because even if I don’t show it, I feel so vulnerable in front of you. Like you could tear me apart more than I could ever do to you.” I tried to stay in my submissive role, I really tried but I felt tears of pure sadness coming up. I never knew how Kyungsoo really felt. Every time he apologized for being too rough he really was apologizing for his own desires. My hands moved on their own as I cupped his cheeks softly. I leaned in and kissed his lips gently. My eyes closed making my tears fall. His hand moved away from my hip and wrapped around my neck softly to deepen the kiss. It was short, but it eased the atmosphere. As he pulled back his thumb whipped away my tears. “Don’t cry..” He spoke softly. My subspace was really getting the best of me. “I’m s-so sorry” I felt so small but at the same time so big for inflicting this. “Baby, you want to continue this another time? I think we both need some rest” I nodded at his words with a weak smile. I moved slowly to avoid any pain on my lower side but was soon pulled onto Kyungsoo’s chest. I squealed at the sudden movement as I landed on top of him. “You’re so small” he grinned as he looked up at me with his hand in my hair. “So lovely and easy to carry” then a kiss was placed on my nose.