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The young dragon series: For all the dreams not yet reached | Z.Y

Maybe some dreams are meant to stay that way. - - Only when you don't fight for them.

The young couple met on a rainy day. Yixing passing by the campus cafe when he saw Rin taking shelter underneath the shop's canopy. Recognizing the curly haired girl from his literature class.

"Hey, it's Rin right?" Yixing gains her attention. She nods. "My name's Yixing. We have Mr. Murphy's class together."

"I remember." Her voice is soft against the pelting rain.

"Did you drive here, or..."

"I took the bus." She answers.

"I can wait with you at the stop. Who knows when the rain is going to let up." Yixing offers.

She smiles gratefully. "Thanks."

Raising the umbrella higher, Rin steps out to stand beside him. "Maybe we can get a coffee sometime." His eyes flicker to the shop and back to her. Her smile diminishing into something more shy.

"Sure."

One coffee meet turns into a few more when Yixing invites her out to a pub near campus. Rin steps into the rowdy place of patrons, glued to the tv screen as players in checkered jerseys kick at a blur of a ball, shouting when it soars into a net. Her mane of copper curls glows a fiery under the twinkle light. Nervous fingers pushing a clump behind her ear, piercings and ear cuffs clinking against her rings.

"Rin!" At the call of her name, her head snaps to the direction, eyes lighting with relief at the sight of Yixing. With a smile and a small wave she makes her way over. "You make it here okay?"

She nods. "I took a cab. Parking seems like a nightmare."

Yixing smiles. "Yeah, I had to park around the corner." The two each order a drink, a light ale and a perry cider.

"You know, you never really told me what it is that you do?" She says, alluding to their last conversation. Cut short by Yixing's afternoon class clashing with her free period. Her question prompted by the various bruises that pop on his face. He always smiled when she asked about them, saying they come with the profession.

"First rule of fight club, don't talk about it." Yixing's answer catches her off guard. Blinking owlishly as her mouth parts in shock. Until he bursts into chuckles. "I do amature boxing."

Rin speaks with her lips against her tumblr. "That sounds like a code for underground fighting." She takes a drink.

Yixing smiles. "I wish, maybe then I would get paid instead of working part time down at the record shop."

She raises a teasing brow. "Oh, so you get those bruises for free?"

Yixing laughs. "You could say that. I think the experience is worth it."

"Planning to go pro?"

"Some day."

Rin hums. "Big dreams."

"What do you dream of?" His question is met with silence as the woman across from him directs her eyes elsewhere. "Rin."

The woman in questions sighs. "I-my dad wants me to go into accounting and my mom wants me to be a teacher like her. To them shaping clay isn't a realistic dream to have."

"I'm sure they say that as they eat from their nice ceramic plates." The two share a laugh at the irony.

"Maybe some dreams are...meant to stay that way." Rin shrugs.

"Only when you don't fight for them." The two sit in a brief silence. Both taking a stip of their drink in a wordless 'I'll drink to that' before Yixing changes the subject. "I have a fight Saturday."

Rin perks back up. "Oh. Is this an invitation for me to come watch you get your face bruised."

"There may be something psychotic about putting yourself in a position to be injured. But when my feet are on the mat, when I have my hands raised and my eyes locked on my opponent. There's something just...right in the way I take in his movements. Does he lean forward? Does he step first? Does he not protect himself the more he swings, as time passes? It's like a game of chess."

Rin can hear his passion for the sport in his tone. "You sound dedicated."

Yixing smirks. "Every morning, from 5am to 9am."

"That's why you have classes in the afternoon." Rin realizes.

"So, you gonna come watch my fists of fury."

Rin chuckles at his mini quick jabs, bobbing and weaving invisible punches. "Yeah...sure. As long as no one's face gets bashed in. Including yours." She agrees with a stipulation. She's never been one for brutish violence, even in movies.

"Can't promise I won't be the one bashing someone's face in." Yixing winks, earning a playful eye roll. The conversation shifts to a more lighter, yet no less stressful, subject. College. Specifically the term paper assigned by Mr. Murphy due at the end of the week. One which Yixing may or may not have started yet.

The little brunch restaurant sat on a corner street was bright and monochromatic with light woods and tile. Each table having a small plant placed on top with a menu, napkins, and cutely painted sugar and creamer jars.

"He actually got you to agree?" Rin's friend Yumiko says with disbelief. "The power of dimples. Wonder where else Mr. Zhang plays dirty." She concludes as she wraps her lips around her straw.

"Classy." Rin comments, placing another bite of cake in her mouth.

"Mmhm. As if you haven't thought about how big he is." Rin's caught off guard, choking on her sip of tea, by the lewd words said so casually.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Taking a little peak never hurt anyone." Yumiko shrugs, taking sip of her cappuccino. "Besides even Marko would agree that Yixing is just beautiful. I mean that man should be hired by Calvin Klein."

"How do you still have a boyfriend?'

"Well Rinnie. When a bee is born, they pollinate-"

"Okay." Rin stops her. Her friend cackling at what Rin can only assume is the look of horror on her face. "Is this how you're going to teach your kids about the donut hole?"

Yumiko snorts. "That's one way to describe it. I can see how your gonna tell little Yixing's about how when mommy and daddy love each other very much, they bump hips until a baby is made." She demonstrates with her hands, interlocking her fingers as she bumps her palms together creating a smacking sound.

"How are we friends?" Rin asks, glancing around to see if any judging eyes were on them, it wouldn't be the first time. She knows the saying of opposites attract but they also shouldn't give you heart attacks with innuendos in public.

Yumiko smiles. "Because I'm your spirit animal. I do the things you would do in another life."

Rin hums. "Yeah. That."

"You'll always be my little peanut butter reese cup." Yumiko smiles.

Rin's face scrunches in disgust. "Is that what you call Marko? Do you also have a thing about food?"

"If you're wondering if I like whipped cream off my body, I'm not opposed to trying." Yumiko hides a laugh behind a clearing of her throat, If Rin wasn't still breathing she would think her friend had died. It's too fun to tease her friend. She knows Rin isn't a prude by any means, she just refrains from saying anything too vulgar. Always one for more flowery, subtle, words to get her point across. "But yes I do have little nicknames for all my special people. You can call anyone honey or baby, but who else is calling you cheesecake or my little sweet potato pie. It's more personal." She rambles.

"Or crazy." Rin comments. Giving a smile of sugar as she's given a playful glare.

The venue was more organized than she expected. Which was exactly what you would see in the movies. An abandoned warehouse, makeshift ring in the middle, crowds of people standing around yelling out for the opponent of their choosing to 'Finish him'. But it was less mortal kombat and more rocky-esque. The event space was a medium size filled with blue seating surrounding a boxing ring.

The cheers were no less vicious in their volume. Roaring at the exchange of punches between the men in the ring. Rin didn't know how she felt. It wasn't exciting or entertaining for her to watch men punch each other, but then again she knew nothing about the two men in the ring. Has never seen them fight before, meaning she wasn't invested in whether they won or loss.

Yixing had compared boxing to a chess match. She didn't see the comparison. It seemed like experience won over skill. Silent and accurate winning over loud and explosive. Then again it could be that she's looking at it from a spectator point of view and not first hand.

She perks up at the announcement of the main event. Barely able to contain her smile as Yixing walks out, letting out a small cheer which blends in with the others who are rooting for the 'Young dragon'. It wasn't until he de-robed that Rin remembered he would be fighting shirtless. Should she look away? Is that a tattoo on his back? But then how would she see the fight? The reason she's here in the first place. She instead turns her eyes to his opponent, he was of a similar build and she's noticed this in the other fights as well.

Once the match officially starts the last thing on Rin's mind is Yixing exposed torso or his unmentioned tattoo, which may or may not be in the design of a dragon down his spine. Too busy holding her breath each time his opponent's arm extends to jab or punch at Yixing's face or body.

Her signature lined lip and gloss combo was replaced with a more natural lip tint. Even so she doesn't chew on her lip, a habit Rin grew out of after trading clear chapstick for tinted lip balm in high school. She rubs her lips together instead to release her nerves.

She watches Yixing movements, more like entranced by them, they took on a form of elegance if one would used that word to describe how a boxer moves in the ring. Sure footed in his steps, intentional in the extension of his arms. Not using his punches as a way to expose his opponent, the hot headed man's impatience doing the work for him. Yixing doesn't keep the show going for long, maybe if his opponent was less focused on trying to punch as hard as he could Yixing would be a little more inclined to keep the fight going. To give the people a show, but that doesn't mean their time was wasted. The crowd roars once again when Yixing's opponent drops to the mat, dazed. It was as his hand was raised that their eyes connected.

The taste of blueberries and cream were sweet on her tongue as she scoops another spoon of ice cream into her mouth. The smell of sea water filling her nose in the light breeze, her legs dangling next to Yixing's as they sit beside one another om the edge of the pier.

"Was it as gory as you imagined?" Yixing teases as he takes a bite of his own ice cream.

"The violence was actually underwhelming. I think I've seen too many fighting games. My expectation is unrealistic."

Yixing raises a brow, pulling his spoon from his mouth. "What? You actually wanted someone to get their head knocked off?" He chuckles as she shoves his shoulder.

"No....maybe."

"And what about my fight? Was that also underwhelming for you?" His eyes are eager as he looks to her, waiting for a response.

She takes her time, eating another spoon before answering. "You...reminded me of water almost."

"Water?" Was the last word he was expecting.

"Yeah, like..." Rin sighs. Eyes looking up to the starry sky as if to find the words she's looking for. "There's a fluidness to your movement. Mistaken for a weakness by your opponents. Something they think can be overwhelmed with power. You allow them to exert themselves and only then do you land the K.O punch."

"It may have been underwhelming, but it doesn't sound like you were disappointed." Yixing smirks.

"No. I might even be willing to attend another. If invited." Her nonchalant tone, given a raised brow of surprise, doesn't match the cheeky smile she throws his way.

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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Open Wounds

Genre: Boxing!AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Summary: You practically lived at the fighter gym, taking your anger and frustration out on the punching bags as a form of personal torture. Because you also hated that place for taking away the person you loved most. But when a new trainee shows up, showing that he’s different from the boxers you’ve met in the past, your wall begins to crumble. But is history doomed to repeat itself?

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Part One I Part Two

The sound of skin hitting worn vinyl and the grunts and groans of grown men trying to beat each other up surrounded you. No matter how high you turned the volume up on your headphones, you couldn’t drown out the distractions. You hated this place. You shouldn’t be here. Over and over again, you told yourself to leave and never come back. When you were covered in sweat and your muscles were sore, crying out for relief, the first part was easy enough to do. It was that damn second step that was impossible.

“Now, what did that poor bag do to you?”

Taking one last swing at the punching bag, hard enough to put some momentum in its swing on the rusty chain, you turned around to face the only person who dared approach you while you were attacking the defenseless bag of sand and pulled out your headphones to hear better.

Han, the old man who owned the gym, smiled at you with wrinkled, sun-weathered eyes. He was still wearing those ugly Hawaiian shirts over baggy khaki shorts after all these years. But despite his appearance, he could still move around and jab like any of the middle-weight boxers around here. You’d known him for years - since you were a teenager – which meant he knew exactly what the punching bag had done to you.

Deciding you’d had enough for today, you started unstrapping the Velcro of your gloves, your hands breathing in relief at the release. “Hey, Han.”

“Tough day?” he guessed.

You sighed. “Tough week.” More like a tough life.

In all honesty, it probably wasn’t that rough. You had a roof over your head, heating in the winter, air conditioning in the summer, food, a bed, a job that you thrived in. Really there was only one dark cloud hovering in your otherwise ordinary sky. A blank spot in your life that could never be filled no matter where you searched for a substitute.

“I’m sure things will get better,” Han said encouragingly. “They always do.”

“No, they don’t.” There were too many examples in the history of the world to list of where things did not eventually get better.

Han huffed at you. “If you keep that up, I’ll ban you from my gym.”

You smirked. “You could never ban me, Han. You love me too much.”

He started to grumble out something along the lines of “watch me” but he couldn’t hold on to the façade and soon he was smiling at you. “Are you going to join us tonight for dinner? There’s a new recruit that joined a while back and you know the boys. They have to initiate. He’s very promising, could be the new lightweight champion. Reminds me of-” Han caught himself before he mentioned one of his old students. The one that brought you pain, the one that brought you here over and over again, never letting you go. Coughing to cover his slipup, he went on, “Well, anyway, I’m sure the boys would love it if you tagged along.”

“No, I think I’ll skip on it,” you said non-too-surprisingly. You never joined in, but that didn’t stop Han form offering, hoping one day you would change your mind, like how you used to. “Thank you, though. I’ll see you around.”

Han nodded, understanding completely. You kissed the old man on the cheek before gathering up your things and heading for the showers.

Once cleaned and refreshed, you weaved through the boxers and MMA fighters training for their next big fight before making it to the front entrance. As you pushed on the door to exit, someone called out for you.

“Hey, wait!”

Rolling your eyes, you turned around to what this person wanted. Most of the boys here knew to leave you alone. Only the ones who’d known you for years would stop and talk to you, but they knew better than to try to chat when you were trying to leave.

The man didn’t seem familiar at all as he jogged up to you, careful to avoid a weight that had rolled into his path.

“What?” you snapped. You’d been here too long and you needed to get out, not be chatted up by some brave newcomer who thought it’d be fun to hit on the only female within this testosterone factory.

The man bowed his head sheepishly, his cheeks taking on the slight hue of pink. In his outstretched hand was a worn red glove that had certainly seen better days. You snatched the glove out of his hand, not out of maliciousness, but out of a rush of relief. If you’d lost that glove….

“Thank you,” you said gratefully as you secured the glove back into its normal pocket. “Sorry about… being rude.”

He smiled at you. “It’s okay. Although, I thought exercising was supposed to make people happier?”

“Depends on the environment,” you countered. That was probably a lie. The chance of your body deciding on how much endorphins to release based on where you were exercising seemed slim. But maybe you would be a bit more cheerful if you worked out at one of the bigger chain gyms than this small training facility.

“Understandable,” he nodded, thinking that you were making a joke, based on the smile he was giving you. He held out his hand, “I’m Yixing, by the way.”

You looked down at his hand for a few seconds, not sure of what to do. Yes, you knew the social norm was to take his hand and introduce yourself as well, but you tried to avoid any interactions with the boxers that you weren’t already friends with before….

Sighing, you stuffed your hand in your pocket. “Nice to meet you, Yixing.”

And that was it. No handshake, no giving of your own name. You simply turned on your heels and left the gym, not looking back as you reached your bike, throwing one leg over the seat and slamming your helmet on before taking off down the road, putting as much distance between you and the gym as possible.

Yixing stood there, dumbfounded. Had he done or said something wrong?

“Don’t take that too much to heart,” Han sighed as he came up and clapped Yixing on the shoulder from behind. “Poor thing had it rough a few years back. Put a wall up after that. (y/n) only tolerates a few of the guys here and that’s more out of respect since she’s known them for so long.”

Yixing frowned, watching as you peeled out of the parking lot on an old motorcycle. “Did something bad happen to her?”

The distrust and the avoidance of physical contact coupled with her working out in a gym designed for fight training… the picture made Yixing’s stomach churn.

Han seemed to know where his thoughts were headed. “No, nothing like that. She just lost someone close to her.”

A strange relief washed over Yixing before the guilt set in. You’d still lost someone you cared about. How close the two of you must have been….

“Come on,” Han ordered as he slapped Yixing’s shoulder again. “You’ve got more jabs to throw before you can leave. Also, it’s your turn to clean the mats.”

Yixing cringed, but laughed nonetheless. “It’s always my turn to clean the mats.”

“That’s what you get for being the newbie, kid.”

Yixing shook his head. He knew all this work would pay off in the end. Every fighter had to pay their dues before stepping into the ring. And someday, he’d be the king.

You clutched the stencil steady as you carefully drew the brush over the slick surface of the gas tank. No air escaped your lungs while you kept yourself still, afraid that even the slightest breath could knock everything off course. The line needed to be perfect or else you’d have to start all over. And get lectured for wasting expensive paint.

As soon as the line was completed, you refilled your lungs with fresh air, sitting up and loosening up your shoulders.

“Nice work, kid,” Don commented as he inspected the paint job over your shoulder. “Line work’s getting better.”

“Thanks,” you smirked proudly. These days, it was the only thing that made you really happy. Putting a brush in your hand and letting the image in your head come to light on the polished metal for the world to see was the best job you could have ever asked for.

You weren’t sure exactly how you ended up in the garage. Art had always been a major part of your life and identity, with faint dreams of entering the institute for your degree. Your brother swore up and down that your works would be displayed in museums one day. Back then you’d laughed at him, called him crazy. And maybe he was.

Even now you still loved to paint and draw on canvas, creating your own worlds with a few simple ingredients. But those works stayed in your apartment, away from the public eye. The images you made on motorcycles and car hoods were the only ones allowed to be seen. You were more comfortable that way. This world of gears and grease was one you knew all too well, even if working here hadn’t been the plan. Being here made a little more sense than being the dressed up featured artist being adored by patrons with large checkbooks, anyway.

Well, the checkbook part sounded nice.

“I think I’m going to finish this one and head home,” you told Don. It was getting late and your hand was beginning to cramp.

“Sounds good,” Don nodded. “And you’re coming in late tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m going to hit the gym first,” you said, turning around on your stool. You had skipped out on your personal torture yesterday and today, so it was time for a recharge. Plus, tomorrow was Han’s birthday. If you didn’t at least stop by and see him, you’d never hear the end of it.

“Alright, sounds good. Have a goodnight.”

You waved to Don as he walked away. “Good night.”

When you were alone again, you stretched out your hand and got back to the next set of lines to finish out the tank in peace.

The next morning you went about your normal routine, fixing that too-sugary cup of coffee and yanking on paint splattered clothes before throwing your gym back over your shoulder and heading out the door.

At the gym, Han was already there in his usual spot by the main ring a few hours early, leaning on the ropes from the floor while yelling out punches and jabs at the trainee who was up on the platform working with Jack. You didn’t want to be, but you were actually impressed by the speed of the trainee’s hands. They were nothing but blurs, following Han’s barking orders without hesitation. Mesmerized, you stood a little ways away, arms crossed over your chest as you watched the session.

Han noticed you after a few minutes and brought the training to a halt. “Alright, get some water you two. We’ll pick it back up in fifteen minutes or so.”

The trainee took off his protective gear, revealing his identity to be Yixing from the other day. He must be the one Han was gushing about. His next golden boy.

Pulling a thin rectangular present from your bag, you held it out to Han as you approached him. “Happy birthday, big guy.”

Han smiled broadly as he took the gift. “(y/n), if this is what I think it is, you’re going to make an old man cry.”

“That’s my goal in life,” you teased. To your relief, he didn’t open it right away. You hadn’t expected an audience to be around when you gave the present over. Things like this you preferred to be kept private. Usually, Han spent his mornings watching old fight reels, studying the different methods or just reliving his old glory days in the ring. If he was skipping out on that tradition to train this guy… he must really be something.

“So, how are you doing lately?” Han asked.

You shrugged. “I’m fine. Things are going good at shop. I’ve got a lot of projects going so there’s plenty to keep me occupied.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Are you still making time for your own work, though?”

You scoffed, pointing to the gift. “What do you think that is?”

“I know what it is,” Han grumbled. “But you also know what I mean. Your own work deserves attention, too.”

“Look, between here and the shop, home is where my hands get a rest.”

Han raised an eyebrow, no hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Then maybe I should ban you from my gym.”

Your jaw dropped. “Han, are you serious-”

“Is everything okay?”

You sent a death glare towards Yixing that he probably didn’t deserve. It was just instinct. Your connection was being threatened and that put you on edge.

“Everything’s fine,” Han chuckled, showing you that he wasn’t serious after all. You relaxed a bit, but now you really needed to hit something.

“I’m going to go change,” you mumbled. Swiping you gym bag back up from the floor, you headed for the locker room.

When you came back, Han and Jack were gone. The former had most likely retreated to his office to hide from your wrath. Jack probably had some errands to run during his short break and Yixing didn’t seem to be sticking around, leaving the gym mostly empty for you to go about your business. As you wrapped up your hands, however, you learned that you weren’t completely alone after all.

“Need a sparring partner?” Yixing offered, wiggling the punching pads at you when you looked up from your seat on the bench.

You shook your head. “I kind of want to be the one throwing the punches right now.” You weren’t here to just be his target.

“That’s what I meant,” he chuckled. He slipped the sparring equipment over his hands and walked back up to the ring, easily stepping up and through the ropes before stopping in the middle of the platform.

Fine. He wanted to be the punching bag, let him.

Sighing, you stood up to your feet and headed on over, ready for him.

“I won’t go easy on you,” he warned.

“If you did, I’d have to kick your butt,” you taunted. The giggle he let out took you off guard. Then the smile slipped away to make room for a hardened glare and he started barking orders at you in a tone that rivaled Han’s.

“Cross! Jab! Hook!”

Over and over again, he shouted out combinations almost too fast for you to keep up. Every few punches, he’d swing out on his own, making you duck. It didn’t take long for you to be covered in a sheet of sweat, breaths coming out short and raggedy as you fought to keep going. Too soon, though, your arms grew weak. You threw in a few more punches before stepping back, giving in.

“You’re good,” Yixing complimented. He unstrapped the gloves from his hands, tossing them down on the canvas out of the way. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

Well, that didn’t take long. You rolled your eyes. “Just because I work out at this gym doesn’t mean I want to date a boxer, okay?”

Yixing knitted his eyebrows, confused. “I wasn’t asking for a date. I’m hungry and I don’t like eating alone.”

That made you stop and reconsider. Because even though you did it every day, you, too, hated eating alone. It was too quiet. It gave you too much time in your head.

“Okay, then,” you nodded. “I’m going to go change real quick.”

“I’ll meet you at the door.”

You threw him a lazy thumbs up before jogging out of there. Even though your morning workout was cut short, you were slightly thankful for the change up in your routine. Besides, he seemed nice and – boxer or not – you could use a new friend.

Part of you worried if you were being more open to him because he reminded you of- no. They were very different. He didn’t giggle, among other things.

You didn’t bother to shower since you weren’t trying to impress anyone, just slipping back into your knotted up t-shirt and jeans before throwing your bomber on and heading out of the locker room.

Yixing was already at the front door, awaiting patiently for you. He’d somehow managed to change faster than you, now sporting skinny jeans and a matching black shirt. For a very, very brief moment, it’d thrown you off guard. You’d grown used to ignoring anyone in athletic gear, immune to what it was supposed to be showing off. But seeing the new fighter in streetwear was making your head spin. The hardened concentrated look was long gone, softening his features to be more open and inviting. Before you could fight it, the corners of your lips were turning up.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded and followed him out the front door and to his car.

It was a short drive to the little breakfast dinner, only a few blocks away but you’d never noticed it before. Yixing seemed to be a frequent visitor given the friendly waves from both the wait staff and the cooks visible through the kitchen window.

The first few minutes were spent in silence while the two of you mulled over the menus provided at the table. After the waitress took your orders, you played with the pink sugar packet, flipping it back and forth to occupy your attention. You hadn’t been in a situation like this for a long time so you weren’t sure how to proceed.

“Have you been going to the gym for a long time?” Yixing asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded. “Yeah, since I was a teenager.”

“But you don’t train to fight?” he guessed.

“No, I don’t,” you half laughed. “Fighting was never my thing. That was-” you caught yourself just in time. “No, I would just go to hang out with friends who were more into the boxing thing. I liked the workout better than others, so it just stuck.”

“And you know Han pretty well.”

You snorted. That crazy old man had been a huge part of your life. He was there for you when you were alone and basically gave you a second home to run to. But you didn’t need to voice that out loud. “Yeah. He has a soft spot for me, I guess.”

Yixing smiled crookedly, revealing a dimple in his cheek that just softened his features even more. “He doesn’t seem to hand those out very easily.”

“No, it takes a lot of buttering up,” you agreed. “If you’re training under him and he sees potential in you, you’ll never get that treatment.”

“You seem to speak from experience,” he pointed out.

The waitress arrived then with the large plates of food. You immediately dug in, much hungrier than you realized. Plus, it gave you an excuse not to continue the conversation. The hot-off-the-grill meat tasted savory in your mouth and for a few minutes, you forgot that you were sitting across from someone.

“So, what do you do for a living if you’re not a boxer?” Yixing asked suddenly.

You swallowed the food in your mouth and washed it down with a few sips of water before replying, “I work in a customs shop. I do the detail painting and sketch ups.”

“So you’re an artist?” he dug, excitement flashing in his eyes.

“Uh, yeah, kind of.” Shyness, while not a typical character trait of yours, was making you shrink over your food. Being called an “artist” was making you feel awkward.

Putting his fork down, Yixing folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. “Did you do the work on your motorcycle?”

“Yeah, I did.” Your cheeks were heating up. What was going on? You never reacted like this.

“The line work is really incredible.” Sincerity – not flattery – was more than apparent in his tone. “I noticed it a few times while coming in, but I could never figure out who it belonged to until I saw you drive away on it a few days ago. You have real talent.”

Now you couldn’t even lift your own fork. “Thank you.”

“Did you paint something for Han?”

You cleared your throat, unsure of how to answer. A reply of simply “yes” should have been easy enough. But once buried memories bombarded your inner thoughts.

You’re amazing and someday they’ll put you in the Louvre.

I wish you would stop lying like that.

I’m not! You’ll be this world famous artist and I’ll be the Lightweight Champion across the globe. You can’t paint everywhere I go to fight. We’ll be the greatest team the world has ever seen.

Sure. If that happens, then I’ll paint myself green and dance in the gym.

Deal.

“(y/n)?”

You jumped, pulled from the fuzzy memory. “Sorry?”

“Is everything okay?” Yixing’s face was pinched with worry. Somehow you’d even missed the waitress dropping off the check. He was already signing off the receipt and putting his card away.

“Peachy,” you nodded. Changing the subject, you frowned, “You didn’t have to pay for my meal.”

He waved your protest away. “It’s not a problem. Maybe you can get the next one?”

You knew what he was doing, opening up the conversation of another meal together without outright asking. This wasn’t a date, he said it himself, but it appeared he might want to change that in the near future. And honestly, you weren’t as against it as you thought you might be. Even though he was bring up memories you’d locked away, you found his presence… soothing the hurt rather than multiplying it.

“Sure,” you smiled. “I’ll get the next one.”

Now he was the shy one as he ducked his head. “Good.” Composing himself once again, he stood up. “Let’s go. I have to get back to the gym or else Han will have me on double cleaning duty.”

“That would terrible,” you agreed with a laugh. You weren’t sure the last time you felt this relaxed with a person, this open. It was a scary feeling, but one you were more than willing to further explore.

Yxing watched you speed away on your bike, a smile stretch widely across his lips. You’d promised to have dinner with in a few days and he was on cloud nine. This time, he was able to declare it officially a date before you headed off to work.

Each step he took to head back inside the gym was light and cheery, practically skipping as he headed for Han’s office.

“I’m back,” Yixing announced as he stuck his head in, finding Han staring intently at the small TV he used for fight reviews.

“About time,” Han grumbled. He didn’t pause the TV or look away. “If you weren’t out with (y/n), I’d be making you do suicide runs until you threw up for skipping out on training.”

Surprised, Yixing came all the way inside the office. He’d fully expected to get the third degree, declaring to himself that the short meal with you was worth it. You’d intrigued him when he first saw you. No one was willing to explain who you were or why you came to the gym and left without interacting with anyone. Everyone else seemed to just know already, but refused to let him in on it. “Why do you say that?”

Finally pausing the TV, Han sighed. His eyes drifted over to a painting that was leaning up against the large window that gave him access to the open gym space. It was new, something Yixing hadn’t seen before. That must have been your present you’d given him earlier.

The colors were beautiful. Everything blended in with the fake light that gave it a touch of hyperrealism. A fighter’s robe made of shiny green silk laid across a short wooden stool in the corner of a boxing ring. With the folds of the robe, he couldn’t make out the name embroidered on the back, just bits and pieces of the silver letters.

“She’s a good kid,” Han sighed again. “Watched her grow up within these walls. She painted the murals in both of the locker rooms in high school. She was happier back then, livelier. If she wasn’t here with her friends, she was at home with her dad, helping him on his side business fixing up cars, making them beautiful again. She always needed to be creating something. Then she lost that spark.”

Thinking back to the diner, Yixing could see that clearly. You were fighting to hold back something when he complimented you on your work, like you were embarrassed and didn’t want to talk about it. Then your eyes lost focus because what he could only assume was a memory coming back to the surface. Treading carefully, he asked, “What happened?”

Han pointed to the fighter on the small screen. “Him. She lost him.”

Yixing’s eyes widen. Because he knew who that was. And the more he stared at the footage flickering on the TV, the more his heart sunk. Because he knew this fight.

He was there the night that fighter died.

#exo #exo boxer au #exo boxer!au #yixing x reader #zhang yixing #lay #exo scenarios #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo series #exo imagines #exo lay

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byunfirstlady · 5 years

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“Aren’t you going to do something?”

“I am paid to protect you from abuse, not your own stupidity.”

You frown, “You’re the worst bodyguard ever.”

Viva Las Vegas @byuniebh

#exosnet #taenibearsnet #baekhyun #exo #exo moodboard #baekhyun moodboard #exo aesthetic #moodboard #art #mine #boxer!au #i think you deleted the series but whatever dkfkvif #the prompt is not mine !#the quality is so bad actually ???#pls if you like don't forget to reblog so ppl will get the chance to see 😘😘

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fanfics-enthusiast · 6 years

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***EXO Lay.

(Chaptered - Complete) The Boxer:

Boxer AU!: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (nsfw) - part 5 EPILOGUE - part 6 EPILOGUE (nsfw) - BONUS (nsfw) - What about Baozhi?

Summary : You make your way into a local boxing gym, looking for someone who is willing to teach you self defense. The quiet man who runs the gym is unwilling to take you on as a student and you are forced to prove yourself worthy of his instruction.

****Author: @soobadnoonecanstopher

#EXO #Lay #Zhang Yixing #Boxer!AU #chaptered #complete #soobadnoonecanstopher #fic rec #I'M SOOO SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU AGAIN #moving accounts is a bitch

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chimcess · 2 years

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Painted Wolves Masterlist

Welcome to the Painted Wolves Universe Masterlist! I will be posting them in the order they should be read as they are chronological. I had so much fun coming up with this universe and cannot wait for all of you to watch how the series plays out! These will all be posted sometime after The Spork so it will be a while before you get to meet our boys, however, The Culling will be out this year for sure! Again, I highly recommend reading each story in order as well as listening to their respective playlists (Will be posted as they come out) as they are what helped me move each story along.

Chapter One: Black Mamba

The Culling Yoongi x Reader Release Date: TBD Word Count: TBD Other tags: Assassin! Yoongi, Assassin! Reader, Gang Member! Yoongi, Gang Member! Reader, Gang Member! BTS Genre: Gang! AU, Enemies to lovers! AU, Rival Gang! AU, Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining Synopsis: Yoongi and Y/N are the most infamous assassins in Seoul. While both work for unspoken rival gangs Bangtan and The Painted Wolves, the two meet under different circumstances and cannot seem to stay away from one another despite the implications of what would happen if either of their bosses found out. However, once rival gang EXO starts to push into Bangtan territory and brings Painted Wolves into their feud, the gang end up coming together to take them down, and old feelings, new feelings, and the unknown are uncovered along the way.

Chapter Two: Fox

Saint Venus Jimin x Reader Release Date: TBD Word Count: TBD Other tags: Inventor! Jimin, Stripper! Reader, Gang Member! Jimin, Genius! Jimin, Ex Sugar Baby! Reader, Single mom! Reader, Gang Member! BTS Genre: Gang! AU, Strangers to Friends to lovers! AU, Rival Gang! AU, Single mom! AU Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining Synopsis: It has been a year since Bangtan and The Wolves have joined forces and trouble is brewing on the horizons. Y/N is a stripper at Bangtan owned club Saint Venus, a troubled girl from a troubled world, and barely making ends meet to support her and her daughter, Deji. She meets Jimin at her day job at a diner and while she enjoys the attention, she also knows who he is and refuses to allow things to go further. That is until she gets a shocking visit from the past late one night and gets thrown into a world she thought she had left behind in Busan.

Chapter Three: Death Adder

Paparazzi Hoseok x Reader Release Date: TBD Word Count: TBD Other tags: Hitman! Hoseok, Jewel Thief! Reader, Gang Member! Hoseok, Ex illegal boxer! Reader, Rich! Reader, Gang Member! BTS Genre: Gang! AU, Exes to lovers! AU, Gang! AU, Money Heist! AU, Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining, Lots of love-hate at beginning Synopsis: No one really knows much about Jung Hoseok, he has always been an enigma and the thought of knowing more has always been off of the table unless you wanted to lose your life. All except for Yoongi who came to warn him about a whirlwind making her way back to Seoul. Y/N disappeared a few years ago, at the time she had been the most formidable fighter in the underground fighting scene, and Hoseok had been her number one fan, but things are different now. Gone is the dirty, hungry, and unapologetic girl from The Complex who fought tooth and nail for rent. Now, Y/L/N Y/N is a cold chameleon soul playing the role of a rich socialite and robbing jewels along the way. No one really knows what happened in the years she was gone, but Hoseok is determined to find out, even if that means opening a can of worms he is not prepared for.

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khrystalsnow · 3 years

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February and March reads

🦋I've been swamped with school for the past two months, and these fics really saved me from dropping out of uni😭 I'm sorry if there's no reviews because this list is hella long(it’s mostly jungkook okay😭🤚🏼), but just know that I enjoyed each and every one of these fics.❤️

(pls let me know if there's any mistake or links that don’t work!)

LEGEND:

🥺Fluff

🤬Angst

😏Smut

😂Crack

❤️New Favourite

🦋KIM SEOKJIN

friends with snacks by @scriptaed 🥺

-roommates!au; friends to lovers!au; drabble

pretty girls don't get hurt by @ktheist 😏

-heir!doctor!seokjin x heiress!ceo!reader x best friend!heir!taehyung

uptown girl by @moononthejoon 😏🤬🥺

-bodyguard!seokjin + princess!reader + enemies to lovers!au

🦋MIN YOONGI

so I heard you like bad boys by @scriptaed 🥺

-uni!au; friends to lover!au; drabble

I'll Drive You by @min-youngis 🥺

-resident reader x idol yoongi

Buttering Up by @jimlingss 🥺

-Chef!AU

Fear and Dumplings by @softyoongiionly 🥺🤬😏❤️

-Underground Rapper! Yoongi, facing your fears

Greedy by @xjoonchildx 🤬😏❤️

-mafia AU

erotica by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!AU, they caught each other masturbating

baby, what's wrong? by @taeyohonic 🥺

-established relationship, idol au, reader has mild anxiety and a panic attack

until our last breath by @inkofyoongi 🥺

-Friends to lovers!AU, yoongi wants to be your boyfriend

switching my positions by @cupofteaguk 🥺🤬

-solo artist!yoongi, manager!y/n, fake dating au, friends to lovers au

universe by @personasintro 😏

-stalker au

Birthday Spanks by @jjungkookislife 😏

-free spanks!yoongi x free spanks!oc

new year, new us by @vantaenims 🥺🤬

-producer!yoongi x reader, exes au

The Mark of Yun-Ki by @ladyartemesia 😏🤬

-Hybrid/ABO AU, Royalty AU, Fantasy AU, Daechwita AU

baby, you can drive my car by @jungshookz 😂🥺😏🤬❤️

- mechanic!au, spoiltbrat!y/n

Third Wheeling by @untaemedqueen 😏🥺🤬

-Strangers to Lovers!AU, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, CEO!Yoongi

desolate by @angelicyoongie 🤬😏🥺 NEW!

-cat hybrid

straight shooter by @snackhobi 😏🤬🥺❤️ NEW!

-hitman!yoongi, black market dealer/gunsmith!reader

pour some sugar on me by @yoonia 😏 NEW!

-Enemies to Lovers!au, Baker!au

🦋JUNG HOSEOK

same old mistakes by @xbaepsae 🥺😏🤬

-country club!au, rich boy!hoseok x reader

I Don’t Know What to Call This by @httphopewrld 🥺😏

-friend/lover/bfhoseok! x female reader

suncity by @jamaisjoons 😏🥺🤬

-trip to Barcelona, stranges to lovers au

cry to my room by @kithtaehyung 😏🤬

-friends to lovers, roommates au

play me like a toy by @ktheist 😏🤬

-mafia heiress!reader x ex-mafia!director!hoseok, chaebol-mafia family au. arranged marriage au

🦋KIM NAMJOON

Bear and Sparrow by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺🤬❤️

-immigrant AU, strangers to lovers

Mr. and Mrs. Kim series by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺

-every chapter is NSFW (married)

Call of Duty by @sahmfanficbts 🥺😏🤬

-Military!Namjoon x female!reader

you’ve got a friend in me by @wwilloww 😏

-best friend and roommate

A Match Made in Heaven by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺😂❤️

-Med School Resident!Namjoon x Dental School resident female!Reader, Strangers to Lovers

Laundry day by @snackhobi 😏🥺

-neighbour joon who caught you masturbating

beautiful boy by @jinpanman 🥺🤬❤️

-namjoon x OC, namjoon x reader, single dad!namjoon, baby!jimin

unbroken by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺🤬

-Idol!Namjoon x Female Bonsai Grower!Reader, from one-night stand to forever

glasses-clad boy by @jeongi 😏🥺

-tutor joon

these hands are calloused. by @ktheist 🥺🤬

-underground fighter!namjoon x florist!reader

Forget Me Not by @joontopia 🤬🥺😏NEW!

-exes to lovers, valentine’s day

🦋PARK JIMIN

Perfect Pebble by @jjkthclub 🥺

-they meet at a wedding and they go on dates because oc doesn't believe in love

PARK JIMIN HAS SEEN MY GRANNY PANTIES by @ladyartemesia 😏😂

-teachers AU, the reader falls down the stairs

delivered, I’m yours by @suhdays 😂🥺

-valet jimin x baker reader

driver’s license by @gyukult 🤬

-coming-of-age, one-sided!au, brothersbestfriend!au

plums & melons by @winetae 😏😂🤬

-brother’s best friend!au

tears on a silver platter by @flowerwrites06 🤬❤️NEW!

-Idol!Jimin x OC (Name: Gaia), jimin calls his girlfriend clingy

moonlight by @kooksea 😏🥺 NEW!

-singer!jimin, traveller!jimin, artist!reader

🦋KIM TAEHYUNG

Endymion by @marginalmadness 😏❤️

-Druid!Taehyung x Witch!Reader

welcome to my youtube channel by @tteokggukk 🥺

-idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

Comeback Home by @another-army-spot 😏🤬🥺❤️

-exs-to-lovers!au, teenparents!au, college!tae, businesswoman!oc

heart strung symphonies by @inkedtae 😏🥺🤬

-opera singer!taehyung x pianist!reader

Saudade by @chateautae 😏🥺🤬

-idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader, established relationship

kinda hot by @kimnjss 😏🥺🤬❤️

-campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader, sm au, best friends to lovers

definition of love by @taegularities 😏🥺🤬

-college!au, tae takes interest in you, past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms

the snow king by @bloomsuga 😏🥺🤬❤️

-princess!reader x ice prince!tae

cursed by @bloomsuga 😂🥺🤬😏 NEW!

-witch!taehyung x cursed!reader, sm au

🦋JEON JUNGKOOK

golden hour by @tteokggukk 😏

-photographer! jungkook x reader

At the stroke of Midnight by @pars-ley 🥺😏🤬

-A Cinderella story au / comedy / popular jock jungkook / best friend Jimin

cry baby by@namgee 😏🥺

-fwb au, rollerskating

Heart of the Storm by @ladyartemesia 🥺😏🤬

-Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

baecation by @1kook 😏

-richboy!jk, vacation

a table turned. and a line crossed. by @underthejoon 😏

-guard jk and oc is a tease

exclamation mark by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!AU; tattoo artist, dom!Jungkook x tattooed, sub!reader

Give Me A Try by @jjkthclub 😏

-friendstolovers!au, jungkook is the campus fuckboy

Domestic Fairy by @borathae 🥺😏

-established relationship, domestic!AU

open invitation by @jimidol 😏🥺🤬

-duke!jungkook x duchess!reader

take my whole life too by @ktheist 😏🤬

-chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au, house husband!jeongguk

love letter by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!BTS, jk gets love letters

tingle by @hansolmates 😏

-tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f)

come over by @bratkook 😏

-jungkook is a self proclaimed pervert, voyeurism through bedroom windows

i don't mind by @bratkook 😏🥺🤬❤️

-rockstar!Jungkook x reader, jk being chased by security and barges oc’s car

busted in busan by @hansolmates 😏🥺🤬

- snowbound at the airport, christmas detour!au

crush by @jungxk 🥺😂😏🤬

-jk got hit by a car and lost some of his memories

Days to Morning Glory by @sketchguk 🤬😏🥺

-Aspiring Rockstar!Jeongguk x Med. Student!Reader, exes to lovers, roommate AU, high school sweethearts

stranded by @gguksgalaxy 😏🥺🤬

-Enemies to lovers, fuck/badboy!Jungkook, they study for their law exam

concrete king by @bratkook 🥺😏❤️

- skaterboy!jk x reader, sweet summer romance

risky business by @jjkthclub 😏

-enemiestolovers!au, office bathroom sex

ZOOM CALL by @1kook 🥺😏❤️

-comfort fic, quarantine fic

roses, poetry and jeon by @seraphimguks 🥺🤬

-bookstore employee!jungkook x reader

ocean eyes by @jimidol 🥺😏

-firefighter!jungkook x teacher!reader, he surprised you by dying his hair based on your favorite song.

shiver by @hansolmates 😏🤬❤️

- bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader, childhood friends to lovers

clandestine by @junghelioseok 😏🥺

-brother’s best friend!au,

One-Step Forward, Two-Steps Back by @oureuphoria 🤬🥺

-tattoo artist jungkook x college student reader, oc falls for her roommate’s fwb

I like U by @pbandjk 😏🥺🤬

-fratboy! Fwb Jungkook Au, oc is a boss lady in the tech industry

A Date With Destiny by @missgeniality 😏🥺😂

-Strangers to Lovers, Idol!AU,

the art of wanting by @venusiangguk 😏

-dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

brown-eyed baby by @jeonstudios 😏🥺🤬

-exes to friends to lovers, single dad!jk x reader, a lost child at the mall

almost home by @angelguk 🤬

-dad!jungkook & nanny!oc, both jungkook and oc are scarred from their previous relationships

the secret beneath our stars by @subvk 🤬😏

-friends to lovers au, marriage pact with jk

Blue Spring by @adonis-koo 😏🥺🤬

-Single dad!Jungkook/Reader, Daycare AU, Slice of life

jealousy by @jimidol 🥺🤬😏 NEW!

-tattoo artist!jungkook, parents au

young one by @bts-reveries 🤬🥺❤️ NEW!

-photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader, sm au and written

effortlessly by @gyukult 😏🥺NEW!

-friends to lovers, school!au

selfie by @whatifyoulivelikethat 🥺😏NEW!

-rom-com, slice-of-life, oppa’s bestfriend!Jungkook x SHINee fangirl!reader

too close by @cutechim 🤬NEW!

-wife!reader x boxer!jungkook (ft. ex boyfriend!namjoon)

caked by @gukslut 🥺😏 NEW!

-Established Relationship, very smutty

My Time by @btsracket 😏 NEW!

-rich, dom jungkook spoiling his girl

The Speedo by @gukslut 😏🥺 NEW!

-oc thinks he’s a fuckboy, but he has fallen in love

the ebb and flow (part 8) by @xbaepsae 🤬 NEW!

-demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader, percy jackson!au

🦋OT7/SERIES

Gangs of Fate by @pars-ley 🥺🤬

-Mafia au / feat. Members of Exo

bon appetite series by @jamaisjoons

-Valentines series

Guarded series by @xjoonchildx

-mafia AU

#ReadingList #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #FebruaryandMarchReadingList

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cxsmicmyeon · 3 years

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LET IT OUT BABY , KJM [M]

kim junmyeon x fem! reader

IN WHICH you need that perfect moan for your newest song… and you know exactly who to get it from.

genre: non-famous au! (u make music n he has a regular job lol) smut word count: 1.1k warnings: explicit sexual content, sex in a public place, swearing, oral (m. receiving), fluffy ending bc i’m soft for my myeonnie🥺 also jun being a tease bc of course he is🙃 taglist: @yeol-jae , @royal-aeris , @kimchari

author’s note: waddup thots welcome to the third installment of my studio sex with exo series!! oh boy this actually killed me i’m a ghost writing this😩✌🏻i do hope you enjoy ((;

You pressed the spacebar of your keyboard and turned to face your boyfriend. He slid the bulky headphones off his ears, cheeks tinted pink.

“So, what did you think?” you stifled a giggle at Junmyeon scratching the back of his neck, bashful as a little boy with his first crush.

“Uh, it was really good. You sound so sexy, my goddess.” Junmyeon answered, his former shy self turning to the tease he normally was.

“Yeah, that’s what I was going for, but there’s something missing. Luckily, that’s where you come in.” You pecked him on the lips quickly before pushing him inside of the recording booth. You pressed the Record button on your computer before following him suit, shutting and locking the door.

“Care to explain?” Junmyeon questioned as you plopped headphones over his ears and dragged him over to the microphone.

“Junnie, I need you to do something for me,” you purred, reaching your fingers into Junmyeon’s button-down and releasing two of the buttons. His breath hitched in his throat at the sudden contact.

“Y-Yes?” He let out a soft gasp as you continued to unbutton his shirt, running your fingers down his bare chest. He was normally very authoritative and strict with you in the bedroom, but seeing him become putty in your hands over the simplest of touches was a whole new feeling of bliss. The roles have been reversed, and you could not wait to continue with your new power over him.

“You know how in the third verse there’s something... missing?” He nods as you lick a stripe up his neck, unbuttoning the final button and allowing his shirt to pool at his feet. “I need a certain... sound to help bridge the gap. And you, my dear, are the perfect man for the job.”

He cocked a brow in confusion before whimpering into the microphone at your fingers tracing the outline of his taut abdomen.

“Just like that, but maybe a little... louder?” you mused, biting down on his bare shoulder-blade as your hands made their way to the hem of his jeans. He swallowed heavily, Adam’s Apple protruding from his neck. Peppering butterfly kisses down his back, you released the button from its denim confines and unzipped his pants. You could already feel his erection grow from all of your touches. He let out small gasps as you pulled his jeans down his legs, sliding your fingertips down his thighs and shins.

Spreading Junmyeon’s thighs apart slightly, you made eye contact with the tent in his boxers, seeing the tip of his cock poke out of the fly. Spreading the hole open with your index fingers, you wrapped your lips around his tip, giving him kitten licks. His gasps turned to whimpers as you started to suck slowly, digging your lacquered nails into his thighs. His sounds were still not the volume you wanted, however. You released the tip from your mouth with a soft pop, eliciting a groan from him.

“Let it out, baby. I know you want to. All of this is for my ears only.” you purred, hooking your thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and sliding them down his legs. In an instant your mouth engulfed his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head.

Only then were you going to get the reaction you craved so badly. As soon as you took more of him in and started sucking like your life depended on it, he suddenly got loud. Louder than you ever heard him, ever.

It started off as a low, throaty groan, causing you to moan against his cock. You took the rest of him in, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat as your hands moved to cup his asscheeks. The vibration of you against his throbbing cock caused him to let out an even louder, more high-pitched moan. Every single one of his noises were like music to your ears. You dug your nails into his ass as you felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth.

He began breathing heavily into the mic, gripping the bar with one hand while his other made its way into your hair. You bobbed your head as you continued to suck him off. The closer he got to his release, the louder he became. The grip he had on your hair tightened as you sucked and sucked, his moans becoming more erratic as your motions pushed him against the edge.

He let out a final, thunderous grunt as he came in your mouth. You sucked him off as he rode his orgasm, swallowing his hot cum and releasing him from your mouth as his cock softened. You rose from your spot, lips meeting with his as you slid the headphones off his ears, allowing them to rest around his neck. Sweat glistened from his forehead underneath the light, soft tufts of his brunette locks sticking to his skin.

“Stay where you are, I need a picture of this,” You reached inside of your pocket and took out your phone, snapping a picture of your boyfriend wearing nothing but a pair of your headphones around his neck, mouth agape and breathing heavily. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Junmyeon flashed a teasing smirk at the camera as you took another picture. “Thanks babe. Damn, you’re lookin’ sexy as you always do.”

“Oh, do I?” Junmyeon smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled, unlocking your phone and showing him both of the pictures you took.

“See? How could anyone look at this and think you’re not the hottest man on the planet?” He grinned, placing a kiss onto your cheek.

“You had to include all of me?” he teased, covering the bottom half of your screen with his thumb. You reached your hand down and pinched his ass, eliciting a yelp from him.

“Yes, all of you is sexy, shut up. This is for my eyes only.”

“You’re god damn right it is, baby. Just how this is for my eyes only.” Junmyeon pulled up his underwear and jeans, buttoning and zipping them as he took his phone out of his back pocket. After a few swipes and taps on the screen, he turned the phone around, showing you a picture of yourself. Wrists bound to the bed by his silk neckties nude as the day you were born.

“Hey!” you blushed profusely, smacking his phone away from you. He chuckled as he picked up his shirt from the floor, slipping it on.

“C’mon, let’s go home. And maybe... I can take care of you.” Junmyeon whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he tucked a loose hair behind your ear. Perking up, you dragged him out of the recording room, stopped your recording before locking up the studio and dragging him to your car.

#suho x reader #junmyeon x reader #exosnet #suho x you #exo smut #exo scenarios #exo scenario #junmyeon smut #suho smut #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #ss series

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shaalk · 3 years

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My housemate's man- Chapter 3

Type: Chaptered

Characters: Sehun x Reader, Jongin x Reader

Genre: Cheating Au, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Infidelity, dirty talk, (slight) nipple play, fingering, hair pulling, choking, creampie, cum eating, (slight) spanking

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Sehun is cheating on his girlfriend with me, her housemate. He thinks we’re just using each other’s bodies, and so do I at first. But then my heart suddenly comes into play.

Words: 3437

Tags: @myexoobsession @mooneyyay-blog-blog @bubbleteavery @pimpnameyannie @a-teez-4-exo @jvsmine19 @iluvybs @babygirlwithsadsoul

Mini masterlist | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

I’m sitting with my legs to my chest, still top-naked after my steamy session with Jongin. My chin is resting on my kneecaps and there is a permanent pout on my lips. I’m still sulking over the fact that my boyfriend didn’t stay over.

I sigh and glance at the wall clock across from me to see that it’s already past 1am. I don’t have work the next day but I do have some errands to run, and I want to do them early so that i’m home before Jongin comes over.

Just as i’m mentally planning my to-do list for the following morning, I am interrupted by a yawn. My eyes start losing focus and are struggling to stay open. I know I should really take my shower. I honestly would have skipped it if not for the feeling of Jongin’s crusty, dried up cum on my face.

Nevertheless, I get off my butt and trudge to my ensuite. I don’t bother washing my hair because that will cost me another hour in the shower. I just do a quick body rinse, a proper facial wash and scrub, and then call it a day.

As I pat myself dry and walk out of the bathroom in just my towel, I recall Jongin’s face when I told him I was going to blow him. His mouth was parted and his eyes were so wide, he looked like a lost kid. I grin and giggle to myself.

My boyfriend is the cutest!

“Ahem.”

“Shit!” I squeak, flinch and involuntarily let go of my towel.

Sehun is perched lightly on my vanity table with a revolting, smug smile painted on his lips. He’s only in his boxers, as usual, and I am completely frozen on the spot. My brain is shouting at me to pick up the damn towel to cover my exposed lady bits, but my limbs aren’t cooperating. The muscles in my body have totally stiffened up.

“Mmm, what a pretty sight, baby girl,” Sehun lowly whistles in appreciation and hops off the table.

He bites the side of his lip as he drinks in the sight of my bare body. My heart starts drumming in my chest.

I am too paralysed to move when Sehun starts inching towards me. He is quite a distance away, but even then, I can see the desire swirling in his orbs.

“St-stop!” I manage to stutter, panic evident in my voice.

I can’t believe Sehun actually listens to me. My body finally becomes mobile again so I swiftly stoop down to grab the towel and shield my body from his ravenous gaze.

“What the heck are you doing in here? Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I narrow my eyes on the intruder.

I am beyond pissed. How dare he come into my room without permission? At the back of my mind, i’m cursing myself for forgetting to lock the door after Jongin left. But then again, who in the world enters someone else's room unannounced? So, I settle on not faulting myself for this scenario.

Sehun smirks and crosses his arms over his chest while he scans my towel clad body. How is it that i’ve already covered myself up but his dark gaze still somehow makes me feel naked? I actually start squirming under his scrutiny.

The male merely shrugs unapologetically.

“Just came to cuddle, I know how much you love that. Too bad your scumbag boyfriend couldn’t even do something as simple as that even though you gave him a mind-numbing blowjob,” he comments casually and fiddles with his fingers.

My jaw unhinges and I swallow the lump forming in my throat. My palms are starting to sweat and I think my stomach is churning.

“How-how do you know that?”

Sehun grins like a Cheshire cat.

“You weren’t exactly trying to be quiet sweetheart. It’s as if you wanted me to hear everything.”

I roll my eyes and avert my gaze from him.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Sehun, but not everything is about you, you selfish prick!” I counter, infuriated.

I hear mocking laughter and see movement from the corner of my eye. I immediately turn to face the culprit because I know he’s up to no good.

I hold my breath when Sehun gaits towards me. My eyes glue themselves to the happy trail leading down into his boxers and the obvious v-lines of his pelvis, both pointing towards one of my favourite parts of his body.

“Waiting for this, baby girl?” Sehun questions as he sticks a hand into his boxers and pulls out his semi-hard meat.

I have to suppress a moan when I see the droplet of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“If your boyfriend doesn’t have time to fuck you, maybe someone else can help.”

Sehun starts pumping his length, getting it to stand proud and majestic.

I try to appear as unaffected as I can but when I rub my thighs together, I am positively drenched. My breathing harshens and I chew on the inside of my cheeks because I can basically taste him on my tongue. All I can think about is how much I really want to suck him off and have his load sliding down my throat.

But I force myself to look away. How could I be thinking such explicit thoughts about my housemate's man when I already have a boyfriend of my own?

“Get out,” I sound so timid and powerless.

If I was Sehun, I honestly wouldn’t listen to me. And i’m right because Sehun doesn’t heed a word I say, he doesn’t leave my room. My command is futile because it only spurs him to come nearer to me.

I am standing so still, just clutching onto my towel for dear life. There is a voice nagging at the back of my head, telling me to inch backwards or to just run into the bathroom and lock myself in, anything that can get me away from the cocky asshole padding towards me.

Sehun comes so close that there is barely any space between us, our foreheads and the tips of our noses are touching. His hold is on my waist, bringing me impossibly closer to him that I am forced to splay my hands on his naked chest, just so I am steady.

I should push him away, I really should. There’s desire pooling in me but my heart is in disarray. I am torn between ripping him the hell away from me and pulling him closer into my body.

I make up my mind when I feel Sehun's breath fanning against my lips though, because my resolve crumbles right in front of my eyes. The need for him overpowers my conscience and I willingly succumb to him like I always do.

As soon as I shyly slither an arm around Sehun's neck, he slams his lips onto mine, our teeth clash and he bruises me in the process. I unceremoniously let go of my towel again. When the fabric hits the floor, the male tugs me closer till I can feel his erect meat pressed up against my midriff.

I’m pretty sure there is a cut on my lip because I can taste iron. But it doesn’t faze Sehun at all. Instead, he licks the cut, back and forth, to soothe it. He starts greedily sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip and as usual, I give him the access he wants like I am bewitched. I moan into his mouth when his tongue comes into contact with mine.

I shouldn’t be indulging in the feeling of his lips on mine, I should be shoving him away. Where the hell is the warning voice in my head when I need it? The irrational part of my mind has solely taken over me.

By the time Sehun pulls away from my lips, we’re both panting for air and there is a string of saliva connecting us. I keep my eyes on Sehun’s as he swipes his thumb across my moist bottom lip and then brings it to his mouth to suck on it.

Sehun grabs me by the wrist and drags me in front of the mirror on my vanity table. He stands behind me and I swallow when I catch his hungry gaze traveling over my body through our reflection. I gasp when he experimentally tugs at my nipple and it immediately puckers up.

He tilts me forward by pressing on my back, till my hands are holding onto the table for support. My butt is perked out for him and I am standing on tip toes. Sehun gathers some saliva on his fingers and rubs circles onto my hole, lubricating me.

“Se-sehun,” my whine stops midway.

I want to protest but every word gets stuck at the back of my throat when he runs a finger along my drenched slit. I swallow thickly when he circles my sopping cunt and slips a digit into my aching core, slowly stretching me out.

My eyes flutter shut and my head hangs back to rest on his broad shoulder. My eyes roll to the back of my head and when I re-open them lazily, Sehun is observing me expressionlessly. I squirm and moan with need when he licks his lips and bites the bottom one.

“You like that, babe?” His voice comes out a few octaves lower than usual.

My mouth parts and my brows furrow. I nod shakily, concentrating on the male's skilled fingers in me. Sehun rewards me with a narcissistic smirk.

I let out a ragged breath because Sehun pulls his fingers out of me when things were just getting good. But I immediately shut up when he shoves them in his mouth and sucks my essence off of them. He hums in appreciation when my sweetness infiltrates his taste buds. This only heightens my desire for him.

Sehun doesn’t waste any more time. He grabs his member and slides it against the length of my pussy for some lubrication. I am so needy that I can’t help myself when I start swaying my hips along to his movements and pushing myself back into him.

I feel the blunt tip of Sehun’s swollen shaft pressing against my snatch and in one swift move, he surges himself home. My hands fly to cover my mouth to stop the impending loud gasp that is threatening to spill out.

My inner walls immediately hug onto Sehun’s penis like they’ve missed him, and I think they really did because they aren’t letting up easily.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is gripping me!”

And I can feel it too because Sehun is struggling to sheath himself into me fully. Usually I can take him in fully in a matter of seconds, but now it's taking longer than usual. Nevertheless, he is stretching my inner walls deliciously.

“That's a tight fit isn't it? Has your boyfriend’s cock ever reached this far into you?” Sehun snarls and tightens his grip on my waist.

Jongin is big but Sehun is much bigger and I obviously can tell because the latter fills me up more snugly than the former. After not fucking Sehun for months, my walls must have forgotten about his size. But now, they're expanding again to accommodate his thick girth and the pain, even though excruciating, feels so good that I am thrashing in Sehun's arms.

“You’re mine, you understand? Kim fucking Jongin is not going to take you away from me.”

I feel goosebumps forming on my skin and my mouth balks open, unable to spit out coherent words.

What is Oh Sehun? One day he’s telling me he’s never going to leave his girlfriend and then all of a sudden, he becomes possessive over me? He is fucking up all my rational thoughts and I just can’t understand what he’s playing at.

"Open your eyes and look at yourself, baby girl."

Contrary to Sehun's command, I shut my eyes tightly. I don't want to see the lewd image in front of me. I shouldn’t be doing this. I have a boyfriend for crying out loud! I don't know how many times I've repeated that in my mind and yet, I'm still not taking note of my own advice. I shouldn’t be fucking my housemate’s boyfriend.

Now we’re both cheaters.

Sehun bunches my hair in his fist and pulls my head back.

“I said, open you fucking eyes.”

I gasp and my eyes fly open when I feel the searing pain in my scalp, but it doesn’t matter anymore when I see how wrecked I look.

“Look at you, taking me in so well.”

Sehun's other hand spreads my pussy lips apart for me to see how slickly his cock is moving in and out of me.

“Do you think Kim Jongin can fuck you this good?”

Sehun lets go of my hair and chooses to choke me instead. He is holding my neck so tight that I am standing straight up, my body is flush against his. I gasp for air every time I feel his chest and stomach rubbing against my back.

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”

My eyes are threatening to close. I can feel the familiar tug in my stomach, rendering my vocal ability useless. My throat tries to vomit words out, but nothing comes out when Sehun is hammering into me passionately with such long and deep strokes. I’m only opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish.

“Answer me, or i’m not going to let you cum.”

I stifle the moan that is about to rip out of my throat.

“I-I.......oh my god, please! Fuck me harder, deeper!”

“Say it! Say it or i’ll leave you hanging right now.”

Sehun cocks an eyebrow, waiting for me to answer him. I can just tell his patience is wearing thin already because his hips are snapping into me much harder and swifter, as if to warn me of my impending doom.

Out of the blue, everything stops. The atmosphere is silent, except for the crickets chirping outside my window on the warm night, and mine and Sehun’s harsh breathing. The high that was building up in me is slowly ebbing away at an agonising rate.

My eyes snap up to Sehun’s, my expression sombre and I almost want to weep. The male is only staring at me through the mirror with a look of finality and I know he won’t do anything until I give him what he wants first.

Lucky for him, I am way out of my head and am eager to comply.

“Y-you! I belong to you, Oh Sehun!” I frantically choke out, my voice laced with need.

My heart is pounding in my ears when those words leave my mouth. The worst part is that Jongin doesn’t even come into my mind when I spew that claim.

“That’s right, baby girl,” Sehun says with a shit-eating grin before he starts pistoning into me mercilessly.

I don’t regret my decision of giving in to him anymore because he is firing up the fuel in my body once more.

“This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me. If I catch you letting Kim Jongin here, i’m gonna punish you. Understand?”

I swallow and nod vehemently.

Sehun smiles dangerously and whispers, “good girl,” his voice thick with arousal. There is a foreign feeling in my heart and my spine tingles, i’m not sure whether in fear or because of Sehun’s sudden possessiveness.

The male starts rubbing on my clit relentlessly and soon, I turn putty in his arms.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

My high is building up much faster than ever before.

“I-i’m....faster, please!” I cry out.

Sehun obliges, his hips ramming into me quicker.

“Give it up to oppa, baby girl! Cum hard for me!”

My body is trembling and squirming. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream, Sehun lets go of my neck and I bend over when I see white. My orgasm explodes and I can’t breathe. It is the hardest i’ve ever climaxed before, so much so that the pit of my belly almost hurts and I feel lightheaded.

Sehun buries his nose into the skin behind my ear and sinks his canines into the soft skin there, basically marking his territory. I whimper and throw my head back because my orgasm drags on for a little longer. My body is quaking violently.

“Do you think that little boyfriend of yours can make you cum as hard as you just did? No one can do that to you except for me. No one fucks you this good. Am I right, doll?”

“Yes! Yes, Sehun!”

I want him to dump his cum in me already.

Sehun is consistently banging himself into me, the echo of his thighs coming into contact with my butt and his balls smacking against my clit is so loud but we know Seulgi can’t hear it. When she’s asleep, she’s dead to the world.

Sehun manages to speed up his thrusts, almost to an inhuman pace. I reach under me to cup and fondle with his balls because I am greedy for his seeds. His thrusts turn messy and he lowly groans under his breath. His veins are almost popping out of his neck because he’s biting down on his teeth, concentrating on his release.

A second later, his cock jerks once, twice, and then he bursts, ejaculating streams of his warm load into me. But Sehun’s movements don’t cease. He continues ramming into me until he fully stuffs my womb with his sperms. I am almost bloated by the time he’s done.

Our mixed cum is sliding down Sehun's length and testicles, and I can just hear the significant splattering sound of the thick, milky droplets dripping onto the wooden parquet flooring under us.

I feel Sehun's cock softening and before I can gather my wits after that earth shattering orgasm, he is already pulling himself out of me. I moan wantonly when the remaining cream in me starts cascading down my inner thighs. I can’t find anything appropriate around me to wipe my legs with, so I resort to skimming the viscous liquid, and lapping it up fervently.

I yelp when Sehun’s smacks my ass.

“That’s my good girl,” then he winks at me greasily.

I am gripping onto my vanity table for dear life, my eyes are transfixed on Sehun’s every movement through his reflection in the mirror. He picks up his boxers and slides them on. My heart starts palpitating irregularly when he runs his fingers through his disheveled, faded platinum locks.

As if he can hear the sounds from my chest, Sehun’s gaze flits to meet mine. He steps towards me and tucks my hair over my right shoulder so he can leave a trail of soft kisses on my back.

“I’ll leave now, baby girl, but you have to remember my words ok?”

I am staring at Sehun incredulously because I have never heard him speak this tenderly before. Not to me, or even to Seulgi for that matter.

I lick my lips and nod because i’m captivated by this new side of him. Sehun offers me a rare, small smile and pecks my hairline before he is out of my room.

After Sehun leaves and I hear Seulgi’s bedroom door close, I curse as I sink down onto the floor like a falling leaf when I let go of my vanity table. I am fully worn out and so sore. I don’t even have the energy in me to crawl to my bed.

As I contemplate on if I should just sleep on the floor for the night, my phone beeps. I heave and struggle to stand, like a baby giraffe learning how to walk for the first time, before making my way over to my nightstand with wobbly knees. It is a feat but I manage to take small steps while holding onto the furniture around me for support.

I have a pending message from Jongin.

Jonginnie: Night baby girl, i’ll see you tomorrow.

Just seeing the words ‘baby girl’, my mind drifts to Sehun. My chest constricts and my stomach churns. I am horrified.

What have I done?

I barely get a wink of sleep all night because all I can think about is how i’ve betrayed Jongin.

But that’s not all, Sehun’s possessive words are playing over and over again in my mind like a broken record.

I am so confused, I don't know what I want anymore.

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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Hello friends, it’s Rocket!!! So I recently hit another really big milestone (honestly idk how I did it with my shitty updating schedule that doesn’t even exist, and lack of posting anything on here because of work lmao) and I really want to do something this time around to celebrate since I don’t think I did anything last time. But since I couldn’t decide on just one thing to do, I’ve decided to do a bunch of things!! So I’ll probably have this lil celebration thing going on for a little bit so I can get things done over a period of time instead of just trying to rush things out in one weekend. But more on that in a sec!

Before I get into the celebration stuff, I just wanna give a huge thank you to everyone who’s followed, whether you’ve been here since I was msvteenx or you just now followed me. I appreciate it a lot. And even if you don’t follow me but you reblog my content, thank you so much!! The fact that people like my writing makes me so happy I can’t even put it into words. And if you’ve followed me for any other reason other than my writing, I appreciate you as well!! :]

But the biggest shoutouts to @neverknewgrey2016 @sadienita @akirabfs @hansols-yoda-boxers and @sunlightwoo for just being really great friends and always being super encouraging and my #1 hype people, especially lately when I hardly have the time to do anything but want to do all the things lmao. I love y’all and I’m really glad I met you guys and that I have y’all in my life 🥺💕

Okay, so onto the celebration stuff!

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CELEBRATION #1: STRAY KIDS IMPRINTED

Yup, you read that right. Ya girl is bringing back SKZ Imprinted!!! Which also means that I’ll be opening requests for this series!! However, I will be re-posting all of the old parts that I didn’t already use in other Imprinted series lmao. So some members won’t be up for requests.

These are the members you can request for:

Minho

Changbin

Seungmin

Jeongin

Requests are a first come, first serve basis. You can specify their mate, the plot, the genre, etc. Or you can be super vague and just say “hey can I have Imprinted [insert member here]” and I’ll come up with the rest!!

My only rule is no smut. I don’t have the time or energy to write that rn.

Requests for Stray Kids Imprinted will close when I receive a request for all 4 members. You can check who has been requested here.

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CELEBRATION #2: Q&A

I know this isn’t something many people will probably engage in, but I still think it could be fun. Pretty much anything goes and I have to answer. So ask whatever the heck u want 😌

The only things I won’t answer are:

My real name/my full name

Where I live

Personal info about my family (such as their names)

Anything along those lines

Please be sure to start the ask of by saying it’s for the 8k celebration!! I’ll be answering them all Sunday (4/18) night!!!

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CELEBRATION #3: DRABBLE GAME

I think I do these every single time I do a milestone celebration lmao. But this time, instead of just finding one of those posts to reblog or link, you can request a specific au type (werewolf au, mafia au, ect) and/or genre and/or thing that happens in the drabble. Just make sure you include an idol you want!!

Groups/idols you can request for:

Seventeen

Pentagon

Exo

BTS

SF9

KARD

Stray Kids

Ateez

For example “single dad!Seungcheol picks his daughter up from daycare and tries to flirt w the worker but his daughter embarrasses the fuck out of him” or something along those lines. Basically, your request must have enough info for me to be able to write something with it lmao.

For drabbles, I’ll allow smut.

The drabble game requests will close either next Saturday (4/24) at 8pm EST or sooner if I get bombarded with them and can’t keep up lmao.

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CELEBRATION #4: SMALL REQUESTS OPEN

For a short period of time, I’ll have requests open for small things, which include:

fake texts

headcanons (this goes for general headcanons but also headcanons for any series or fic or character I have that maybe you wanna know more about or add onto)

drabbles (see above)

reactions

mtl

And yes, smut topics are allowed.

Requests will close whenever I feel like closing them lmao :)

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Thank you guys so much again for 8k followers. I can’t put into words how much I appreciate all the love and support on my writing or just in general. I love you guys!! 💕💕💕

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years

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Affair To Remember (1)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Idol! AU

Warning: Just Smut (for now)

Word Count: 2k

"...You may now kiss the bride." The priest smiles. Jackson pulls you into him before dipping you slightly to plant a kiss on your tender, plump lips. A blush spreads across your cheeks as the guests cheer for your love.

A love you wish you truly had. Not a love that was forced for the cameras.

You and Jackson had initially begun dating for the buzz, so you could get people to talk about you and him, to make sure they were talking about your newest upcoming TV series and his music, and the group he was in, expanding both of your fan bases if you will.

And that's exactly what it did, but it also went further than that. People fell in love with your love. The way Jackson looked at you was what women and girls yearned for, the way he treated you in public was what they gossiped to their friends about. The way he protected you, always watching to make sure you were safe had all the girls falling all over him, fantasizing about him.

While you didn't need to do much, you had a solid male fan base but since being with Jackson your female base increased quite a bit, which is what you needed. You needed to be a role model, a positive woman that young girls could look up too. At least that's what your manager and publicist wanted, but not you. You wanted real love.

You wanted to live your life your way, being happy but then another part of you gets a twisted pleasure from pleasing other people, making everyone around you happy even if you're not. Which is why you sat in the kitchen of your shared home with Jackson, drinking your fifth glass of wine.

Quite often you avoided going to bed with Jackson. Mainly you just felt overly guilty for staying with him because you weren't in this relationship completely, so you stayed up, avoiding the guilt while you laid beside him, but also, you preferred going to bed in slience, where he enjoyed talking and cuddling, especially after sex, whenever he was in the mood.

It had now been two years of this marriage and you had hoped by now you would be madly in love with him, regretting ever thinking this wouldn't work. But you sat there knowing this would be the greatest regret of your life and you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't leave him, you'd end up being the most hated woman, the woman who destroyed the perfect marriage, with the perfect man.

At least from what they saw he was perfect, from what you saw he was far from it. He often took his frustrations out on you, yelling at you until the veins in his neck popped out, and his face became red, pieces of spit flying from his mouth while you sat there with your head down wondering why you put up with this. He never put his hands on you, just yelled, not that it made it much better. You knew he was stressed out, but that's no excuse.

And then you get that woman, the one who approaches you while you're walking down the street and she tells you how inspirational your relationship is and how she can't wait to find a man just like that. A love just like yours. And you remember, you give hope to these women that a relationship like that is possible but at what cost? You're lying to her, not fully but enough. You're lying to everyone. Marriage, It's not perfect but really what marriage is?

You were confused. Should you continue to live unhappily for the happiness of thousands, or make thousands sad for your own happiness. There's no way you can win.

“Are you coming to bed?” Jackon asks, peeking around the corner into the kitchen,

“Yeah” You smile, finishing the rest of your wine before leaving your glass empty on the table, following Jackson to the bedroom.

“You're so distant lately.” He yawns, crawling into bed with you before pulling you close.

"A lot on my mind." You whisper, snuggling into him. You cared for Jackson, you did but you didn't love him like you were supposed too and you couldn't force that. However, when it came time to fuck, you were always ready for that, hoping this time would be better than the last, craving that good orgasm. You found Jackson extremely attractive, his face, and his body. He was exactly your type for a fuck buddy, so thats what you referred to him as, in your own mind of course. There was only one problem with the sex you had with Jackson.

He was selfish.

"I can help with that." He groans, tilting your head up towards his, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

Jackson is quick, usually not wanting to waste time. He continues to deepen the kiss, pulling your body on top of his. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt, telling you to take it off. You break the kiss, sitting up on top of him to tug off your shirt. Your breasts perk up as the cold air hits them, hardening your nipples. Jackson cups your breast leaning forward to bring it to his mouth, wrapping it around your nipple, sucking hard. You throw your head back, grinding yourself on his hardening cock.

“Please” you cry, rubbing your pussy over him.

Jackson sits up, turning you over so he's now hovering over you. He hooks his fingers unto your panties, dragging them down your legs, tossing them somewhere in your shared bedroom before taking off his own boxers.

He maintains eye contact as he lines himself up with your wet, throbbing pussy, sliding his cock inside, stretching you out. He picks up his pace awfully quickly, thrusting in and out of you, needing to find his own release, not worrying about yours.

You place your fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit, desperately seeking your own high before him but that's never the case.

"It's a quick one." He grunts, pulling himself out of you, pumping his cock until he cums all over your stomach, sighing in relief while you lay there disappointed, again while he grabs his cum towel to clean you off.

Jackson gives you a small peck, and a half smile before he rolls over, satisfied enough to go to bed while you lay there still horny.

Over the next few weeks Jackson's schedule became increasingly more busy, having more things packed into his day now that a comeback was around the corner, which left you at home, alone far too often.

The production for your newest show had been put on hold due to your costar becoming sick with something that was putting him out of work for longer than a month, leaving you projectless and acting like a bored housewife.

Sure, you had friends but most of them were already busy living their own happy lives, either working or being actually happy in their marriages. You haven't told anyone your thoughts before because no one would understand. Everyone would judge you but until they lived in your shoes, they had no idea what it was like to live your life.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jackson asks one of the rare nights that he was actually home. "You seem upset." He says.

You were honestly surprised he even noticed.

"I guess I'm just bored." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "With 'Affair To Remember' on hold, I don't have anything to do." You sigh.

"Well this might put you in a happy mood." Jackson smiles, sliding two tickets across the table.

"Whats this?" you ask, picking it up..

"The annual kpop party." Jackson laughs. Last year you had been unable to go and now you finally had time. "Would you be my date?" He asks.

"Of course!" You smile, getting up to give him a big hug.

You couldn't wait.

This party was the party of the year. All the major kpop groups went and mingled, drank and just all around had an amazing time. Now you finally got to go.

It was 7pm, the night of the party and you were finishing up a few last minute touches to your look before you and Jackson left. You put on your earring and your necklace before checking yourself out in the mirror.

You looked amazing. You had on a tight, form fitting black dress with a long slit up your thigh, paired with a bright pair of red pumps, with a smokey eye and red lips.

You slowly and gracefully made your way down the stairs, being greeted by Jackson who had a large smile on his face.

"You look beautiful." He smiles, holding out an arm for you.

You take it, heading out the front door where paparazzi and your car are waiting for you.

Arriving at the party, Jackson abandons you almost immediately after arriving, telling you he had to go say hello to a few people. You managed to find the bar, ordering yourself a wine, filled to the top while you scanned the room. Most of the attendees you only knew of, there were a few you were friends with.

Your eyes happened to land on one man in particular. Byun Baekhyun. The man you'd let do anything to you if you could. The man you dream about when Jackson fucks you. You just know he would fuck you right.

The rest of Got7 came to you to keep you company for a bit, Bambam hyping you up as usual.

An hour later, Jinyoung scanned the room only to look at you with a sad face, mouthing an apology. You look over to where he was and you see Jackson with his hand around a girl's waist, leaning in close to her. You acted like it fazed you a bit; but it really didn't. You knew je loved you too much to actually do anything. You continued staring, looking hurt until Jackson noticed you and then it was time for a bit of a show.

You wipe away a pretend tear, keeping up appearances of a hurt wife, you storm up the stairs, running towards the bathrooms while Jackson chases you, grabbing onto your wrist.

"We were talking." He growls into your ear.

"Looked like more than that." You snap, yanking your wrist away.

"Ayn! Don't make a scene." He snaps.

"Too late." You cry, running away from him. You were a great actress. Even Jackson believed you were mad. But in reality, you were playing a part.

"Quite the show." You hear from behind you as you leave the bathroom.

"Ah yes, well you know. Marriage." You say, turning around to see Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

"You mean a fake marriage?" He asks.

"What?" You ask, shocked. No one had ever figured it out before.

"The way you were eyeing me up earlier. You looked like you wanted to jump me right there. I can't imagine a real happy marriage would be like that." He says.

"You saw that?" You ask, horrified.

Baekhyun walks closer to you.

"I did. And I liked it." He whispered into your ear, pressing his body against your before walking away.

Your stomach dropped as your panties soaked, the image of Baekhyun saying that to you running through your head.

With a smile you walk back downstairs, an apologetic Jackson waiting for you. He asks you to dance, pulling you in closely. You should be into it, you should close your eyes at the feeling of his embrace but instead your eyes are locked with Baekhyun's who bites his lip before looking down. Your eyes follow, stopping at the bulge in his pants as he looks at you again, winking. You should stay away from him, you knew that but suddenly a spark was put back in your life and it wasn't from your husband.

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la-femme-damnee · 3 years

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A Chance Encounter

Pt. 1 of the Under Covers series

Characters: Suho x y/n

Genre: spy au, graphic smut

Rating: Mature (fem oral receiving, cock-riding, ever so slightly femme-dom)

word count: 2.1k words

You had never intended to sleep your way into a job. You had only gone to that bar a week ago to blow off some steam, as having been working at a private security firm for a few years you had a lot of stress to work off, and when you saw that gorgeous man with a mysterious air about him you figured he would be the perfect outlet. Which, of course, he was. Even now, seeing him leaning back in his chair, pulling at his tie while he dealt with some urgent business on the phone, you felt a rush of heat through your body as you thought about the night that wound up changing your life.

***** one week earlier*****

You noticed him immediately from across the bar; he was sitting alone in his booth, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking casually around the bar as he sipped on his drink. It was like he had an invisible spotlight on him, and all the women in the bar were glancing over at him, hoping to catch his eye. You were never one to fight for attention, so you let the other women silently fight over him, and you honestly hadn’t meant to look his way, but luckily you did at just the right moment. He locked eyes with you and raised his eyebrow in a mischievous way, an invitation to come to his table, which you accepted. You made your way over to him, sitting close while still facing him directly.

“What can I buy you to drink?” his smooth voice perfectly matching his appearance.

“The penthouse? Well, aren’t I lucky to have caught your attention when I did”, you laughed.

“Scotch is fine by me”, you responded, grabbing the bottle on his table and the extra glass, pouring yourself a drink. A small grin appeared on his face; he was clearly impressed with your boldness. You maintained eye contact as you took a sip, lightly licking your lips. “I’m y/n” you said, almost as an afterthought. “Who might you be?”

“Does my name really matter? I have a feeling we won’t be doing much talking tonight” he said with a playful tone, which took you aback, but more than being offended you were turned on. After a long week of work you were just looking to have a little fun, and he seemed to be the perfect playmate.

“You might be right. Still, I’ll need some sort of name to scream out, won’t I?” you said back, challenging him.

The mysterious man smiled, “Alright, how about… Jun-myeon? Come on, my car is right outside”, and with that you two got up and made your way to the door, and you could feel daggers in the back of your head as every woman in the bar glared at you with envy, but you were used to it. You always got whatever man you wanted. Jun-myeon led you to his car, a sleek black Audi, and you were impressed but not surprised; clearly this guy had lots of money, you don’t have his kind of powerful aura without it. Almost immediately after the car pulled away from the bar, his hand was on your leg, slowly caressing your inner thigh, and even through all the fabric you felt sparks of arousal. You silently cursed yourself for not changing into something more revealing after work so you could feel his skin on yours, but thankfully before long you pulled into the underground garage of an apartment building. Jun-myeon opened the door for you and placed his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the elevator, where he scanned his card and pressed the button for the penthouse.

“It wasn’t luck, y/n” he responded, suddenly very serious, his gaze intense, “I noticed you the second you walked in the bar. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, I just waited until you noticed me”, and suddenly his mouth was on yours, kissing you deeply and pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned his kiss, biting his lower lip which elicited a growl of pleasure from him. You continued making out, his lips felt so good on yours. The doors of the elevator dinged open, and he guided you out of the elevator and opened his door without ever breaking contact. Clearly, he had done this before, but you didn’t care, your primal instincts had taken over and all you cared about was getting him inside of you. The two of you stumbled into his apartment and came up for air just long enough for him to get you to his bedroom, and before you knew it Jun-myeon was ripping of your blouse, exposing your lace covered breasts. He let out a low, throaty moan as he ran his hands over your body, and your skin was practically burning with desire form his touch.

“You know I’m gonna have to get you back for that” you said, your breathe ragged, and he flashed a wicked smile at you.

“That’s what I was hoping for” he retorted, and so you pushed him back onto the bed and ripped off his shirt in return, the buttons bouncing along the hardwood floor. You straddled him and undid his belt buckle, unzipping his pants to expose his boxers straining around his bulge. You reached for his cock and began to roughly stroke it through the fabric as you kissed his muscular chest, hearing him fight back moans and felt his hands grip your hair. Unexpectedly he pulled your head back, “not so fast, y/n, I want to last for you”, and he flipped you over so that he was on top. He began to suck on your neck, at a sensitive spot right below your ear, and you felt a gush of wetness in your panties. You were so overcome with pleasure you hadn’t noticed that he had removed his pants and yours, until you felt his hand massaging you core.

“I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours to make me come” you whispered into his ear. He pulled away to look at you, a thrilled expression on his face.

“Yes, Miss y/n”, he said eagerly, and left a trail of kisses down your stomach until he was between your legs. He pulled off your panties and let his fingers gently run through your folds, soaking up some of your wetness before letting his tongue lightly graze along your slit, causing you to shudder. You let out a little whine of pleasure every time he licked your clit, and when he covered it with his lips and began to suck you screamed. You could feel your orgasm coming and you begged for more, so he let his fingers, still wet with your arousal, slide into you. That was all it took before you were shaking, the orgasm overtaking your body. The high began to subside but you still wanted more, so you pushed yourself onto your elbow and grabbed him by the hair this time, pulling him away from you.

“Stand up”, you commanded, and he did without hesitation. “Now take of your underwear. Slowly.” As much as you were aching for him to be inside you, you also wanted to see how obedient he was. He did as he was told, his thumbs sliding into the waistband of his boxers he slowly slid them down his legs. As he did so, you let your eyes roam all over his body, slim but muscular, and began to touch yourself, biting your lip when you saw his hard cock. You looked into his eyes and you could see how hard he was trying to wait for your instructions but also desperately wanting stroke himself. Having this gorgeous man at your mercy had you on the edge, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Good boy. Now, lie on the bed”. As soon as he was horizontal you positioned yourself over him, bending down to kiss him deeply as you guided his cock to your entrance. You took him in you all at once, gasping at how good it felt to be full, and began to slowly circle your hips so you could feel every inch of him against your walls.

“Fuck, y/n, you feel so good” he moaned as you rocked against him, and he let his hands roam along your waist, thighs, and stomach. You reached behind you to undo your bra and let it fall to the floor, and the sight of your exposed breasts broke him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I can’t hold back anymore. I need to fuck you”, and with that he grabbed your hips and began thrusting roughly into you. The feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, and his fingers digging into your hips felt so good you let him take control. You let out screams of pleasure as you raked your nails down his chest, leaving bright red scratches behind. He let out a deep moan at the pain, and his eyes had gone black, lust completely taking over him.

“Yes, Myeonnie, take me!” you screamed, and at that he pinned your arms behind your back and pulled you onto him, thrusting into you even deeper. With every stroke you could feel him hit your g-spot, which combined with the friction against your clit catapulted you into your second orgasm. The intensity caused your muscles to spasm, and your grip around Jun-myeon’s cock was even tighter. He began to grunt, and you could tell that his release wasn’t far behind. “Come for me, Jun-myeon! I want you to come inside me” you cried and seconds later you felt his cock throbbing as his hot seed poured into you. You lay on-top of him for a few moments, panting as you both came down from your highs. You then carefully slid off him and collapsed beside him, spent and deliriously happy.

You shot up at his response. “Wait…do you mean, the Suho? As in, head of the EXO spy agency, Suho?” You were completely bewildered.

“I’ve waited a long time to find a woman like you, y/n” he said, gently pushing aside a lock of hair from your forehead.

“I had a lot of fun too,” you responded, your fingers gently tracing over the marks you left on him, “but this was just a one-time thing, right? I mean, you didn’t even tell me your real name.”

“Oh, I don’t mean for a girlfriend”, he smiled “and you’re right, I didn’t tell you my real name. I’m Suho.”

Your head was spinning. “Wait, how do you know I work in private security? Have you been stalking me?”

“So you have heard of me, I wasn’t sure if my name had gotten to the private security sector yet”, he said casually. “Well, yes, I am that Suho. How would you like to come work for me?”

“Relax, I haven’t been stalking you!” He laughed, “You still had your work badge on at the bar, didn’t you realize? Well, don’t worry, spies don’t wear name tags. Kinda defeats the whole purpose of you know, being a spy”.

You began to calm down as you took everything in. Everyone in your field, both security and criminals, had heard about the EXO spy agency. They were a group of elite operatives, the go-to agents when you needed something done right without leaving a trace. You had also heard whispers of a charismatic leader Suho, but anybody who had met him was sworn to absolute secrecy and leaking any information about him beyond his name would lead to certain death.

“I don’t understand, why would you want me to work for you”, you asked genuinely.

A giant smile spread across your face. “How soon can I start?”

“When I saw your badge, I immediately recognized the name of your firm. I know that family only hires the best, which means that you have to have intelligence, technical skills, and great fighting technique. They might not be to EXO standard, but I’m confident you can be trained. What’s special about you is that you have something none of my agents have, something that I’ve been needing. When I saw you at the bar, you exuded this raw sexual power, and tonight was proof that you have the ability to get any man under your control. Men will be completely vulnerable to you, and that’s invaluable to me. So, what do you say, do you want to become a member of the EXO spy agency?”

#EXO #exo smut #exo suho #suho smut #kpop #fanfic #kpopfanfic #kpop au #cross posted to ao3

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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Open Wounds

Genre: Boxing!AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

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Part One I Part Two

As soon as your mind was awake, you began to stretch out your limbs like you did every morning, barely remembering in time that you weren’t alone. As carefully as you could without waking your guest, you sat up in bed and tried to stretch once again. It felt nice on your shoulders that were still sore from the rough workout you forced them through yesterday. Today, you’d be taking it easy for sure.

With your muscles no longer stiff, you looked over to your left at the sleeping figure next to you.

Yixing’s even breathing told you he was still deep within dreamland. His facial features – already soft whenever he was looking at you – seemed more angelic and innocent that you thought possible as he kept on sleeping.

Three months had already gone by since your first breakfast together. How did you even get here, to this point of you letting him in like this? There was just something about the soft spoken fighter that you couldn’t resist.

Maybe it was due to the fact that the two of you hardly talked about matches or boxing outside of the gym. When he was with you, it was almost like that world didn’t exist. At first, it’d been confusing. He was training constantly, trying to make this his career, so why did he never bring it up?

It wasn’t like you wanted to talk about it. In fact, it was refreshing not to. Even the boys at work discussed the fights among themselves, making bets and arguing over the odds of one fighter winning over the other. You were sure you were going to lose your hearing from how loud you had the volume up to drown out their shouting.

Yixing, though… somehow he just knew not to bring it up. You wondered if Han told him everything and that’s why he took precautionary measures around you, but he never said anything about it. You really hoped that wasn’t the case. You weren’t glass. Most of the time.

A groan rumbled beside you. The bed shifted and soon a pair of arms encircled your waist as lips press against your bare back, right next to the strap of the tank top you’d fallen asleep in the night before.

“Good morning,” Yixing greeted in a gravely, still-sleepy voice.

You chuckled. “Good morning.”

“Are you hungry?” he asked as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Kind of,” you shrugged. That was all the indication he needed.

Slipping out of bed, Yixing walked out of the bedroom and to the kitchen that you could barely make out through your open door. Only slivers of Yixing’s figure were visible as he shuffled around the kitchen to prepare a meal fit for a boxer: mostly protein, a good amount of carbs but not too many, and very little fat. You were proud that he was so disciplined to keep himself on track, but you had no reason to stay on any diet whatsoever, so you cheated. Often. When he wasn’t around. How nice of you.

For a few more minutes, you sat on the bed, thinking to yourself. Worry was settling into your stomach. It nearly always did when you didn’t take control of your thoughts. Your boyfriend’s first fight was coming up in two weeks. So far, he hadn’t asked you to be there, but the closer that dreaded date encroached, the more you knew it would be inevitable that he would.

Would you be able to be there to support him?

You hadn’t attended a fight or even let one be on the TV around you since that night. Would you finally have to be completely honest with Yixing? Would you finally have to tell him the truth about your past? About why you were so hateful towards the sport?

“(y/n)?”

You snapped your head up at the call of your name. Yixing stood in the doorway, a plate of fresh steaming food in his hand.

“Ready?” you guessed as you plastered on a smile. It was only half-fake, really. Yixing had a presence about him that was calming for you. No matter where your head was at or what kind of day you’d gone through, he could make it better just by appearing in your sight. His own little brand of magic.

Yixing nodded and you jumped up from the bed to follow him to the table where everything was already set out, waiting to be consumed. The smell of the freshly cooked food hit your nose as soon as you crossed the threshold from your room and you jumped eagerly into your usual seat at the table. Saying that Yixing was amazing cook would be a bit of an overstatement, but he could still accomplish something in the kitchen, which was a lot better than most.

“Is it good?” Yixing asked after you’d taken a few bites.

You nodded, holding back a laugh at his question. “It always is.”

A slight coloration of blush bloomed on his cheeks. He ducked his head to try and hide it, but you’d already seen too much. It was cute how easily the macho man could be embarrassed or shy. The competing dynamics did nothing but intrigue you more.

“(y/n)?” he said, turning serious once he raised his head again. When you met his eyes, he frowned, moving his gaze down to his plate of food. That hardened look of concertation you’d only ever seen during training pinched his face. Your heart pounded in your chest, nervous butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach.

“Yeah?” You tried to remain normal, continuing to eat as if he was simply inquiring about your plans for the day.

“My first fight is coming up here soon,” he stated.

You nodded, but stayed silent. This was not how you wanted to start your day.

“They’ll be announcing who my opponent will be in a few days,” he said, still not looking at you. “I know you don’t care for the sport, but it would mean a lot to me… if you were there.”

Taking a deep breath, you leaned back in your chair. Now it was you that couldn’t look at him. For a minute or so, you played with your breakfast, turning over the possible answers in your head. Finally, you settled on the one that felt compromising. “Can I think about?” you asked quietly.

Yixing nodded. “Of course. Take all the time you need. Well. At all the time you need in the next couple of weeks.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He returned the smile and both of you went back to eating. The atmosphere, however, was not as lively and carefree as it was before. You were the first one done with your food, so you got up from the table, kissed your thoughtful boyfriend on the cheek, and headed to the bathroom to take your morning shower after depositing your dirty dishes in the sink.

“I’ll clean up when you’re done!” you yelled over the water spraying out of shower head. It was probably a waste of your breath. Even though it was your apartment and your dirty dishes, he would have them scrubbed clean and arranged neatly on the drying rack by the time you were freshened up. At his lack of reply, you shrugged and stepped into the tub.

“(y/n)?”

You cursed at Yixing’s sudden voice coming from inside the bathroom instead of the kitchen where you’d been expecting it. Peeking out from behind the vinyl curtain, you frowned. He was already dressed for the day and his bag hung from his shoulders. “Leaving already?”

He nodded. “I have a long day at the gym waiting for me.”

“Okay, then.” You tried to hide your disappointment. It was best you arrived at the shop early today, anyway. You had a big project waiting for you that was so close to being finished, and honestly, you were looking forward to being done with.

Yixing kissed you gently on the cheek before disappearing out of the smoggy bathroom. You barely heard the front door open and shut over the shower. For the rest of your time under the spraying water, you pondered his sudden change in behavior. Was it because you didn’t immediately say yes? At least you didn’t reply with a firm no. You wanted to be there to support him. He just didn’t understand…

Because you’ve never told him.

You had yourself there. He couldn’t understand your hesitation if he didn’t know the reason behind it. But you didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t even want to remember that night.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you pressed your forehead against the slippery tile, breathing in and out in intervals of four. The roars of the crowd, cheering on the chaos in front of them, echoed in your ears. Flashes of boxing gloves hitting bare skin, the groans from the fighters, and the yells of the coaches bombarded you from behind your closed lids. With a cry of your own, you slammed your clenched fist knuckles first into the wall. You cursed loudly as your skin and bone met the hard surface, sending shockwaves up your arm. Okay. Bad idea.

You hissed in through your teeth as you tried to shake off the pain. That was definitely going to bruise later.

Having fought through the painful memory, you finished up in the shower and stepped out into the hazy bathroom. You were thankful that the mirror fogged up from your long time in the hot water. Now you didn’t have to look at your pathetic self. It’d been years and yet it could still hit you as if you were right there, in the moment. Maybe Han was right. Maybe you should see someone about it.

Now wasn’t the time. So, wrapped in a towel and still dripping water all over the floor, you shuffled into your bedroom to get ready for your own work day.

You tried to simply focus on whether or not you should go to the fight to support your boyfriend and not the million horrifying scenarios your brain was coming up with. But after staying silent for almost two days, you needed clarification. And to stop avoiding Yixing’s texts. None of them even mentioned the fight or what your answer was, just simply checking in on your and apologizing for not being around due to his busy schedule. That almost made it worse. He, too, was avoiding the subject, giving you time to figure things out. Who knew that this would be your first big test as a duo? Why couldn’t it be over what movie you were going to see at the theater or how to correctly fold the laundry?

Outside of the gym, you shoved your kickstand down and dismounted your bike. Three different times you considered turning back around and driving off, but you stopped yourself. This wasn’t something you could chicken out of.

Considering how dark it was outside, you weren’t surprised at all by the lack of beefed up gym rats present in the gym. It felt almost like a building in a ghost town with how empty and quiet it was. The only noise seemed to be coming from Han’s office, the faintest of oldies coming from his worn out speakers.

When you reached the door that was cracked open only an inch or so, you knocked against the wood softly before peeking your head inside. Han was sitting at his desk, head down as he poured over the bills. You cleared your throat to gain his attention.

At first, he grumbled at the intrusion, but he lit up when he put on his glasses and saw that it was you. Then he fell back into his grumbling mood. “Yixing’s not here.”

“I know,” you sighed. “That’s why I’m here. I came to talk to you.”

“Oh! So I do still exist for you?”

Rolling your eyes, you sat down across from him. “Shut up.”

Han sighed, the corners of his lips turning up, and he pushed the papers to the side. “Alright, dear. What’s on your mind?”

For a few seconds, you stayed silent, eyes on your intertwined fingers that were resting on the wooden surface. “Yixing asked me to come to his fight coming up.”

“Not surprised,” Han shrugged. “He’s fallen for you hard. He really cares about you and sees you as his support. I know it would mean a lot to him if you came.”

“I know it would,” you agreed. It was evident in the way he’d asked you the other day at breakfast. He wanted to spare your feelings, but every fighter wants their girl there to cheer them on. Especially when they’re down or almost wanting to give up. “That’s why I came. I know you, Han. I know your connections so I know you already have been told who he’s facing off against.”

Han’s whole demeanor changed. His smugness shifted into concern. “Fighters have changed, (y/n). I don’t really think that it matters-”

Ice ran through your veins as his aloofness. “Who is it, Han?”

Han couldn’t even meet your eyes as he finally answered, “Choi Dong Ra.”

You were up out of your seat, sending the chair down to the worn wooden floor. “That’s not funny.”

“I wish I wasn’t serious,” Han sighed, standing up as well, albeit at a slower pace. “But that’s who he’s scheduled to fight.”

You were out of that office in a second, running to the parking lot and jumping on your bike. You sped down the street, barely paying attention to the laws of the road as you hurried to Yixing’s apartment. Parking your bike half on the sidewalk, you ran inside and up the stairs. As soon as you hit his place, you started banging on the door. When he answered your frantic pounding, he stared at you, confused.

“(y/n)?”

“Forfeit the fight,” you pleaded right away.

He blinked. “What?”

“I am begging you. Forfeit the fight. Don’t do it.”

Yixing took a step back. “Why? (y/n), what’s going on?”

Biting back a growl, you pushed past him into the apartment before whirling around. He barely shut the door in time before you pounced, crashing your lips into his, kissing him with every ounce of desperation you held inside. He returned every movement hesitantly, unsure. After a few seconds, he pulled away.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he said as he brushed his knuckles down your face.

“Han told me who you’re facing,” you replied, slightly out of breath. “Please, for my sake and yours, don’t do this.”

Yixing frowned. With gentle hands, he pushed you away, still keeping a grip on your elbows. “I can’t do that, (y/n).”

“Why not?” you barked.

“This is my career,” he explained. He kept his eyes down, unable to meet your gaze. “If I back out of my first fight, I might not be able to book another match. I understand that you’re scared. You have every right to be. But I’ll make it out of that ring. I promise. Not like-” He stopped.

“Not like who,” you hissed through clenched teeth. When he didn’t answer, you could feel the tears pooling in your eyes. “You knew this whole time?”

He nodded. “I didn’t know everything. I didn’t know about your connection to… him, not until Han told me, but… I was there that night. That night of the fight.”

“You… you were there?” you gasped. You tried to rack your brain to see if you could find him in your memory, but there were too many faces blurring together. Only two stood out sharp and clear. “You were there and you still chose to do this? You still–” You shook your head in utter disbelief. You felt like such an idiot.

“I’ve always known the risks,” Yixing argued. “But this is what I’ve always wanted to do. What I’m good at. Please, understand-”

“No!” you shouted. “I am done understanding! That’s all I’ve done the past few months. But I can’t anymore. I can’t stand by and let you do this, let you kill yourself over this. I’m sorry.” You tried to push past him to escape out of this suffocating place, but he caught you by your arm.

Tears were in his own eyes, reflecting the heart that you just broke. “Please, don’t do this. Please, (y/n). Don’t leave like this.”

“Would me staying change anything?” you challenged. When he hung his head, you ripped your arm out of his grasp and left.

It was the day of Yixing’s fight. You told yourself that you wouldn’t think about it, but all throughout work that’s all you did. All you could do. For the past hour you’d been trying to paint the same stupid yellow line on this sixty-seven Chevy, but you couldn’t get it right. Your hand would jerk or shake, sending the whole thing of kilter.

Too many times to count over the past few weeks, Yixing had tried calling or texting you, pleading with you to just let him hear your voice, to let him talk to you one last time. But you couldn’t do it. You fought to remain strong because if you allowed yourself to return that call, you might crumble away into dust.

Messing up for the umpteenth time, you threw the thin paintbrush across the garage, a yell echoing off the walls to go with it.

“Glad to see it’s not just one of your torn up about this.”

You frowned as you turned around on your stool. Han was standing in the open entryway, arms crossed over his chest.

“What you doing here, Han?” you asked gruffly as you walked over to pick the brush up off the floor. Little spots of yellow now dotted the concrete where it landed, but you didn’t care. Don wouldn’t either. This place was always a mess.

“Came to check on you,” he said nonchalantly. “Just making sure Yixing wasn’t the only one wallowing in misery.”

You shook your head, scoffing. “I can’t do this, Han. I can’t go through that again.”

“The game’s not the same like it was back then,” Han insisted.

“But there’s still a chance,” you reminded him. “And Choi’s record isn’t exactly working for him.”

“Do you have so little faith in Yixing?”

You huffed, kicking at tiny metal shavings that had accumulated on the floor. As hard as you searched for a reply, you couldn’t find one. You knew Yixing was good, one of the best. He was quick, calculating, and smart. But that did little to assuage your fear.

“I can see you wrestling with yourself, (y/n),” Han pointed out. Of course. He could always see right through you. “Tell me: has your life been better or worse since you broke things off?”

Leaning back against the work bench, you closed your eyes and crossed your arms. “I miss him,” you whispered.

“Of course you do,” Han scoffed, making you open your eyes. When you narrowed them at him, he continued, “He’s been the light you’ve been missing in your life. I’m not saying he completed you or anything, but he did make you smile again. Made you happy again. When I first heard you laugh in the gym, I thought I was hallucinating. You were back to being the person I know you really are because of him. I’d hate to see you wither back into that darkness.”

“I don’t want to lose him like that,” you fought. At this point, though, you were breaking your resolve. All it took was Han talking some sense into you.

Han shrugged lazily. “You’ve got to have faith in him, kid.”

Knowing that his job was done, Han turned and left the shop.

You arrived at the arena about half an hour before the fight was schedule to start. That was probably cutting it too close given the crowd that had gathered for the big event. You were bouncing back and forth while waiting in the slow moving line. When you arrived at the ticket booth, the girl behind the counter handed you an envelope with your name on it in Han’s handwriting. The jerk had a pass made for you already. Given the hype around this fight, you knew he had to reserve this weeks ago. He knew you too well, apparently.

Flashing your all-access to the fearsome security guards that were meant to keep the fangirls out, you headed down the long hallways until you reached the locker rooms. Typed out in large black letters on copy paper taped to the door was Yixing’s name. You didn’t bother knocking, heading straight inside while you still had time.

He was alone when you found him, tucked in a corner. His bare back was to you and earphones were plugged in from what you could see. But he didn’t bob in time with the music like he normally did. He was absolutely still, the only movement coming from the shallow breaths he took in.

Slowly, you made your way to him. When he still didn’t seem to know you were there, you reached out and laid your hand on his shoulder. That made him jump, letting out a comically high pitched yelp. When he turned around and saw that it was you who’d snuck up on him, he pulled out his earphones and jumped over the bench, pulling you into a crushing hug. He held on for maybe thirty seconds or more before letting you go.

“You didn’t have to come,” he said softly.

“I know.” Sitting down on the bench, you tugged on his arm to get him to sit beside you. “Can we talk?”

He nodded enthusiastically, taking the empty space beside you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, eyes down on the floor.

Yixing grabbed your hand, taking it in both of his. “No, it’s me who’s sorry. I should have told you from the start that I knew what you’d been through. I count myself lucky that you’d be willing to give me a chance considering how you last your last love-”

“Love?” you interrupted. “What are you talking about?”

Yixing pulled his eyebrows together. “Wasn’t that who died the night with Dong Ra?”

“No, that was my brother” you clarified. “My brother was the one who introduced me to the gym.” As wrong as it was, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh or two. “Sorry, that’s not appropriate. I just thought that Han told you the whole story.”

Yixing shook his head. “No, he just said that you lost your spark that night. He never explicitly said who… I just assumed….” Groaning, he brought a hand to his face. “I’m an idiot.”

“No, that sounds like Han and his cryptic, old man ways,” you chuckled.

“It is terrible that I’m a little relieved?” he asked when he lowered his hand.

Now it was your turn to be confused. “What are you relieved about?”

“It’s hard to compete with a dead boyfriend,” Yixing said, slightly smiling. “With a brother, I can at least fight in his honor and it not be weird.”

“That sounds like something he’d say, too,” you chuckled. Memories of your brother and his odd ways can rushing back to you, but they didn’t hurt as much anymore. Was that another Yixing effect? “Humans are living contradictions,” you stated suddenly.

Yixing reached out and cupped your face. “What do you mean?”

You wrapped your fingers around his outstretched wrist, holding him place. “I hate the ring because it took my brother, but I work out at his old gym, surrounded the thing that took him, just to feel closer to him. Every day I’d tell myself to get the hell out and never look back, but I couldn’t do it. And I’m glad I never listened because I met you.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened in my life,” he confessed. With his other hand, he cupped the other side of your face and pulled you into him.

Deepening the kiss, you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him as one of his arms snaked around your back to eliminate all the space between you. He took you by surprise when he jump to his feet and pinned you against the lockers. You had nothing to hold onto except for his hair. When you pulled on the locks, a growl rumbled in his throat.

“I hear lockers rattling, so the two of you had better cut it out right now!” Han yelled from somewhere else in the room.

You grumbled to yourself while Yixing lowered you back down to the ground. As if trying to ease your irritation, he kissed your nose and smiled at you. It didn’t work.

“I don’t need him pulling something before the match,” Han scolded as he rounded the aisle.

“Aren’t you going to say ‘glad to see you showed up’?” you scoffed, still keeping your arms wrapped around Yixing’s neck. In turn, he rested his hands on your hips in a comforting fashion.

Han waved you off. “I knew you were going to be here. But now you’ve got find your seat. The match is about to start.”

Your heart jumped up to light speed in your chest. What you were feeling must have been written all over your face since Yixing kissed you one last time and whispered, “I’ll see you after the match. I promise.”

You kissed him back fiercely. “I’m holding you to that.”

“He’ll be alright, (y/n),” Han reassured you.

You nodded and exited the locker room, forcing yourself not to look back.

Out in the arena, you found your VIP seat quickly, although with everyone else already standing up, the chair was kind of pointless. All too soon, the announcer was introducing the fighters that were the center of this event.

Choi Dong Ra looked almost nothing like he did all those years ago. His face was scared and twisted from the fights he’d endured. But he also didn’t look as nasty or ruthless. Maybe it was just your teenage viewpoint that had painted that expression back then. Now he seemed more neutral, not aggressive or over the top.

Yixing entered from the other side, striding up to the ring with that same impartial expression, but you could see the determination in his eyes. Your heart hadn’t calmed down even for a second. You intertwined your fingers in front of your chest to the point that they were turning red, but you didn’t let go. It was the only thing that was keeping you grounded right now. That, and Yixing’s promise.

As soon as that bell chimed, your panic doubled. Choi took the first swing, choosing to be the aggressor while Yixing dodge it perfectly. But he couldn’t escape every punch. Each time that glove came in contact with his face or stomach, you cringed, not wanting to open your eyes again, but needing to in order to know that he was alright. Choi may have had power, but Yixing had the speed. With every punch the former dealt, your boyfriend was able to give back times three.

At one point, Choi delivered a blow hard enough to send Yixing flying back into the ropes. He stayed for a second, regaining his bearings. When he looked up and made eye contact with you, he bounced right back up and gave Choi the same treatment. Back and forth, they danced, trying to prove that their method of fighting was the best. You didn’t breathe regularly again until that final bell dinged three times, signaling the end of the match and they were separated.

The judges deliberated for several minutes and you took the time to assess the damage Yixing had endured. Several cuts decorated his forehead and chin and his right cheek was already beginning to swell. It would take days for them to even begin to heal. But he was alive and that’s you could ask for.

The referee nodded, finally getting the answer from the judges. Standing in the middle, he held on to an arm from Choi and Yixing each, putting them on either side. A hush fell over the crowd as they waited for the announcement. Then, in a swift motion, he lifted Yixing’s arm, declaring him the victor.

“YES!” you screamed.

The entire arena erupted in sound as Choi stormed off the canvas, sending curses in every direction. You scrambled up to the ring, ignoring protests as you maneuvered through the ropes. Yixing was ready to catch you as jumped, lifting you above him as he smiled through his wounds. Not caring about the blood, you kissed him, elevated beyond happiness.

“Way to go kid!” Han yelled as he clapped slowly.

Yixing had done it. He’d won against a champion fighter. And his first fight to boot. His name would be splattered over websites and sports columns everywhere. You were so proud of him. And you were kicking yourself for ever being worried.

Yes, you knew this sport was dangerous. You knew there would be risks. But you needed to have faith in Yixing. He chose this path for a reason. And, it seemed, you were always meant to be in this world.

#exo #exo boxer au #exo boxer!au #yixing x reader #zhang yixing #lay #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo series #exo scenarios #exo imagines #Open Wounds

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Reading List

🦋 fluff | ☔ angst | 🔪action/violence | 🧚 fantasy | 🔥 smut

✎ Ongoing series | ✓ Complete → only for series

Seokjin

Ungodly Hour -> Demon!Seokjin 🔥 5k

Headlines of the next -> Ex-Husband!Jin, Colleage!Jin 🔥🔪 36k

Blurred Lines -> Teacher!au, Tattooed Biker!Jin 🔥🦋✓

Magnificat -> luthier!jin x countess!reader 🦋🔥☔ ✎

Yoongi

Haze -> 🔥🦋 6k

Somophoric -> f2l, college!au 🦋🔥 10k

Straight Shooter -> Cyberpunk!au 🔥🦋14k

Mixtape -> college, podcast personality au🦋🔥 15k

Greedy -> Loner!Yoongi 🔥 ✓

three tangerines -> Fuckboy!Yoongi, Brother’sBestFriend!Yoongi ☔🔥✎

Hoseok

Systems Of Touch -> 🔥 9k

Matters of the Heart -> victorian au 🦋🔥 13k

Apricate -> Strangers2Lovers 🦋🔥 13k

Smoked Peaches -> sequel to molotov coktail 14K

For the First Time -> Neighbor!Hoseok ☔🦋 15k

Molotov Cocktail -> bartender!au ☔🦋🔥 30k

guarded -> mafia AU ☔🔪🔥 ✓

Flower -> DatingApp!au ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Spotless Minds -> Past Lovers!AU ☔🦋🔥 ✎

Jimin

Cat Nap -> Jaguar!Jimin, SandDuneCat!reader 🦋🔥☔ 9k

Young and beautiful -> greatgatsby!au ☔🔪🦋 12k

Détours -> brother’s best friend!au, college!au ☔🦋🔥 13k

All Fervent Manner -> Established Relationship!au 🔥🦋 19k

Never Falling -> Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, Assistant!reader 🔥☔ 21k

Part of our world -> Merman!Jimin 🦋☔ ✓

Blood Moon Rising -> Vampire! Jimin ☔🦋🔥 🔪 🧚 ✎

Novocaine -> Exes!au, 90s, Punk!Jimin ☔🔥✎

Taehyung

Fever -> Werewolf!Tae, Human!reader 🔥 1k

I Choose You -> Werewolf!au 🔥 5k

Moonstruck -> Werewolf!Tae, ArrangedMarriage!au 🔥🦋 7k

Nox -> Vampire!Tae, Human!reader, Historical!au 🦋🔥🔪🧚 10k

Page Turner -> Teacher!Tae, Librarian!Reader 🦋🔥 13k

Let it snow -> fwb!au 🦋🔥18k

The Forsaken -> Siren!Taehyung 🔥🔪🧚 22k

Chism -> WinterGod!au 🔥🧚 ✓

Kinda Hot -> CampusFlirt!Tae, SweetGirl!reader ✓

White Lies -> ChildhoodFriends!au ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Jungkook

Too close -> Wife!reader, Boxer!Kook ☔ 1k

Under The Blankets -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🔥5k

Moonlight -> soulmate!au; friends to lovers!au 🦋☔7k

NEVER LET YOU GO. -> tattoo artist!jjk 🦋🔥 7k

Perfect Timing -> BestFriendsToLovers 🦋🔥8k

A Touch Of Fate -> soulmate!au; enemies to lovers!au 🔥☔9k

I Don’t Like A Gold Rush -> College!au, Strangers2Lovers!au 🦋☔17K

Deal -> Demon!jk ☔🔥19k

midas -> enemies to lovers!au, ceo!au, magical realism!au 🦋☔ 32k

Ember Burning -> enemies to lovers!au, Dragon!au 🔥🧚36k

Hiraeth -> Royalty!au ☔🦋🔥🔪✓

To Tame A God -> Werwolf!au ☔🦋🔥🔪🧚 ✓

Rule #5 -> f2l 🦋🔥☔ ✓

Evolution of a lover’s heart -> College!au, Fuckboy!jk ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Until We Meet Again -> PastLife!au ☔🦋 ✓

Elemental -> SecondChanceRomance, ModernFantasy☔🦋🔥🧚 ✓

An Ode To A Broken Heart -> BestFriends!au ☔🔥🦋 ✎

Most Undesirable -> Bridgerton!au ✎

EXO

A Space Saga -> ✓

Welcome to the Exodus Mall -> different stories, same place, with every EXO members ✓

Baekhyun

The Morning Haze -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Play & play -> bf & gamer! Baek 🦋🔥

Touch It -> 🔥 4k

Let's Have Some Gentle Fun -> 7k 🔥

Star-Crossed -> Romani!au, MagicalRealism!au 8k 🦋 ☔🔪🧚

Prohibited -> Mafia!au, 20′s, Detective!au 🔥 13k

Finding Atlantis -> Pirate!au, EnemiesToLovers 🦋🔥☔🧚 ✓

It’s A Date -> Strangers2Lovers 🦋 ✓

Love Coach -> Nerd!Baek 🦋🔥✓

Monster Stalker -> Vampire!au🔥☔🧚 ✓

Siren -> 🦋 ☔ 🔥🧚 ✎

Chanyeol

Songs We Sing Together -> Established Relationship!au 🔥🦋 2k

Jigsaw Pieces -> 🦋☔2k

Letters To My Lover -> F2L 🦋🔥 5k

A Taste of Sunflowers -> Honeymoon!au 🔥🦋 13k

Kim Junmyeon

A World, Coloured by You -> Childhood!Bff, Soulmate!au 🦋5k

A Sea Flower -> Merman!au, TreasureHunter!au 🧚

Not Without Her -> Heir!au, Maid!au ☔🦋🔥✎

Do Kyungsoo

Small Moments -> Slice of life ☔🦋

Small Hours of Delight -> husband!Kyungsoo 🦋

Valiant -> Confort! ☔ 1k

No Place Like Home -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Cellophane Cursive -> Letter!au 🦋☔1k

Steam -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Do You Know How to Grow Blueberries? -> StrangersToLovers 🦋3k

unintentional -> neighbor!soo 🦋3k

Something Sweet

No Other Reason -> FriendToLovers 🦋☔4k

The Busy Bean -> ceo!au, coffeeshop!au 🔥4k

twenty one petals -> commoner!soo, princess!reader☔🦋8k

Mizumono -> Vampire!reader, Doctor!kyungsoo, 19thCenturyGothicHorror!au ☔🦋🔥🧚 10k

The Edge of Summer -> FriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔13k

The Name of the Rose -> StudyBuddies!au ☔🦋🔥✎

Third Name -> Royalty!au ☔🦋✎

Unknown Thoughts -> ☔🦋✎

TXT

Something New To Learn -> threesome 🔥

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 -> Soobin or Beomgyu 🦋☔ ✓

Yeonjun

Let’s Run Away -> Criminal!yeonjun ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Soobin

Planetarium -> Royal!au, ArrangedMarriage!au 6k 🦋☔🔥🔪

Epirus -> Ghost!au 🦋☔🔪 11k

Perfectly Perfect -> Prince!Soobin 🦋 ✓

Beomgyu

The Prince And The Jackal -> Prince!Beomgyu, Metalbender!reader 🦋☔🧚 11k

What About Us? -> ArrangedMarriage!au, ceo!beomgyu ☔🦋🔪 ✓

Mark Tuan

Do It -> f2l 🦋🔥5k

Karina

The Only One I Want -> idol!Jimin 🦋✎

About You -> Idol!Jimin and huh yunjin 🦋✎

THE STORY (is this the end?) -> soulmate!au 🦋✎

Elijah Mickaelson

A Night to Remember -> pwp 5k 🔥

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step out! do what you want (chapter five)

pairings: reader/bang chan, reader/han jisung  side pairings: established changbin/minho, reader/bang chan/han jisung rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: angst, violence, mention of firearms, description of graphic injuries, profanity, more dirty smut (including a threesome again, but this time with double the penetration lol and double the lack of protection) because I am trash. also, jisung is a bratty little shit because of course he is. drug dealer!au, organized crime!au. word count: about 6,500 also posted to my AO3 here! chapter/series navigation

chapter five: do you want to live forever?

recommended tracks: haunt // bed by the 1975, devil in the details by placebo, nevermind by dennis lloyd, cypher part 3: killer by bts rapline, boxer by stray kids, hyung by dumbfoundead, black swan (stranger things mashup) by bts/seokjinnie, call on me by eric prydz; boom by nct dream; roller coaster by tomorrow x together, how do you sleep? by sam smith, obsession by exo, after hours by the weeknd, part time god by the bad dreamers. playlist can be found here!

note: this chapter took forever and a year for me to write. hopefully, it’s up to everyone’s standards after that cliffhanger! (don’t worry, I brought back some good ol’ smut because I’m a skanky hoe.)

disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.

side note: for the love of minho’s cats, don’t mix party drugs or drugs with alcohol.

“I don’t miss from this close.”

The world stopped as you stared down the barrel of Changbin’s pistol. His face was emotionless, staring down at you, waiting for you to say something - specifically, he wanted you to say the right thing.

You’re unable to form a coherent sentence, unintelligible noises come babbling up from your throat, too terrified to even plead for your life. Tears start building up in the corner of your eyes as your body starts to tremble.

Jisung shakes his head, standing in between both of you. He lifts his hands to the air, slowly stepping in between Changbin’s pistol and you. “Changbin-hyung,” he says, his voice shockingly calm. “It’s not her fault. I don’t have definitive proof, but I will risk my life for her on this.”

Changbin’s expression doesn’t change. He rolls his eyes up to meet Jisung’s and moves his arm to aim the pistol at him, touching the gun to his forehead as he cocks it. “You’d bet your life on it?”

“Jisung,” you manage to weakly squeak out. The tears that had been building up start pouring down your cheeks, unable to be stopped. First, you had almost lost Christopher. Now you were about to lose Jisung.

“Absolutely.” Jisung is reserved, stoic in his resolve. “I need you to trust me, Changbin-hyung. Please.”

Changbin scoffs, rolling his head to the side. He disarms the pistol, tucking it back into its holster. He turns back to Jisung, running his tongue over his teeth. Suddenly, he winds up a punch and decks the silver-haired man right in the face, causing him to land on the floor with a thud.

“What the fuck?” Jisung shouts, grabbing his face.

“Don’t you ever do that to one of your superiors again. Your hyungs’ orders are absolute, even if you disagree with them. If you ever interfere like this again, I will break your fucking kneecaps.” Changbin spits out, rubbing his knuckles. “Got it?”

Jisung squints at Changbin in disbelief, but nods his head. “Understood, hyung.”

“Good. As for you,” Changbin looks directly into your eyes, taking a couple of steps closer until he’s at the edge of the bed. He grabs your jaw with a firm grip. “If I find out that you’re working for them, I absolutely will kill you. No questions asked. I don’t care if Jisung or Chan protest. Nobody fucks with my family. Nobody fucks with me.”

His words, laden with venom, cause your blood to run cold. You weakly nod your head, as best as you could with his hand holding your jaw in place. He lets go of your face with an aggressive push. Changbin turns away from both of you.

Jisung sits up, looking at you with a mortified expression. You could feel his sympathy from where you sat, knowing that he was as terrified as you. He’s about to open up his mouth to speak, but Changbin beats him to it.

“Minho found out that your phone was being tracked. Said he added his number to your phone, unlocking it after guessing your passcode a couple of times. It concerned him, so he was able to gain access to your phone and take a look remotely. He just found the tracker while I was at the hospital with Chan.”

The realization that your phone had compromised you had caused your heart to drop to your stomach. It was your fault that all of you were in this mess, that Christopher was holding on to his life in the hospital. Your face falls, and you hold it in your hands. How was this possible?

“I’ve got a burner for you,” Changbin says, tossing a basic phone on the bed in front of you. “There’s nothing fancy about it, but it has our numbers in it in case you need anything.” You weakly nod your head in acceptance.

“What’s happening with Chan-hyung now?” Jisung speaks up, working himself to his feet. He wobbles a bit, then walks to the bed, sitting down next to you. The spot that Changbin punched is starting to bruise up.

Changbin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He unceremoniously flops on to the foot of the bed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together in front of him. “Chan is fine for now.” You allow yourself a sigh of relief. “However, the bullet damaged his clavicle and he lost about a litre and a half of blood. I’m sure he’ll be released in no time, but he’s going to be out of commission for a while. “

You were relieved that Christopher was going to be okay, but waiting was going to be hell. “What do we do now?” You ask Changbin, hoping that you can make yourself useful.

He swivels his head to look at you and sighs deeply. “Honestly? I’m not totally sure yet. I just need the three of you to stay here until I figure more of this shit out.”

And wait you did. Time passed a snail’s pace while you waited in the small apartment. Felix was there for a few days, but didn’t say much. He was replaced by Seungmin, and he shared some entertaining conversations to pass the time. The next week, Minho was there, and you were relieved to see a face you recognized. He helped everything seem to go a bit smoother with his witty humour.

It had to have been about two, maybe three, weeks since your altercation with Changbin. You had avoided checking the days, since you knew that would just make everything go that much slower.

“Hey, bunny?” You heard Jisung’s voice call for you from the bedroom. He walked into the living room, staring at his phone, as he came to sit next to you and Minho.

“What’s up?”

“It’s Changbin-hyung. He’s coming over and wanted to make sure you were awake.” Jisung sets his phone down on the coffee table, then relaxes back into the couch and sighs. “He didn’t say what it was, he just said it was important and he’d be here in, like, twenty minutes.”

“Huh,” Minho sighs, checking his phone as he leans back into the couch. “He hasn’t even told me. It’s probably something pretty important, then.”

The next twenty minutes dragged on as slowly as humanly possible. You, Jisung, and Minho all sat on the couch in silence, staring off into the wall.

“That’s it,” you hear a calm, soothing voice come from behind the front door. The three of you all snap your heads in that direction, and, as Jisung stands, his phone goes off. “No, you can’t - goddammit,” the voice calls again as the door handle rattles.

Jisung grabs his phone, checks it, then shoves it into his pocket. “It’s locked,” he says, advancing towards the front door. He fumbles with the lock a bit until it clicks and recedes into its cavern. “I listened to you this time, hyung,” Jisung says with a smirk as he opens the door. His face falls as soon as the door opens all the way, shocked at what he’s seeing.

“Since when do you listen?” The voice that drifts through the door is familiar, and it makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. A cold sweat comes over you as you stare at the doorway.

It’s Christopher.

Your feet start to move before you even register it. It’s almost like your brain is on autopilot as you beeline your way into his arms.

“Ow,” Christopher groans as you squeeze his ribs, “injured shoulder, injured shoulder.”

“Oh my god,” you hastily let go of Christopher, then take his face into your hands. “It’s you. It’s really you. You’re alive.”

Christopher smiles, then leans down to kiss your lips. “Hey, baby. Don’t worry, I can’t be taken out that easily.” Jisung comes closer and leans his elbow on Christopher’s good shoulder.

“Took you long enough,” the silver-haired man quips. “And here I was worried you were actually gonna die for a minute.” Christopher groans and rolls his eyes at Jisung.

“Come on,” Changbin says, placing his hand on the small of Christopher’s back and ushering him to the couch. “Let the poor guy sit down.”

“Ah, Bin,” Christopher grumbles as he walks with Changbin, “I’ve been resting for two and a half weeks straight. I don’t really need to sit down that badly.”

“I don’t care,” Changbin says, guiding the blond-haired man to the cushion. “I need you at peak condition as soon as I can get you there” He sits down next to Christopher and motions for you and Jisung to sit down. “I have important news.”

Jisung sits on the floor behind the coffee table, letting you have the spot next to Christopher on the couch. Minho leans up against the wall and tucks his hands into his pockets.

“I found the person that’s been tracking you,” Changbin says as he stares into your eyes. “You’re absolutely positive you’re not involved?”

You vigorously shake your head. “Of course not. Why would I want to bring harm to a bunch of guys I barely know?”

“Because,” Changbin says, slicking his hand back through his hair. “You know who the threat is. You know them very well, actually.” Your breath hitches in your throat as you stare Changbin down.

“It’s your friend Minji.” Your eyes fly open and you sit back. “I don’t know if it’s just her, or if it’s something more than her, but she’s involved. You sent a pin of your location to her your first night with Chan, and that’s how they found you both.”

Your head was spinning. There was no way that Minji could ever or would ever want to hurt you. Right? “There’s no way that’s true,” you manage to squeak out, staring at the floor in disbelief. “Minji would never involve herself with something like that.”

“But she did,” Changbin sighs. “Like I said, I don’t know if it’s just her or not. It’s going to take some time to figure everything out, but once I do, I’m taking care of it.”

“Taking care of it?” You perk up cautiously.

Changbin hums, then looks to the floor. There’s an awkward silence as you wait for him to speak up. “She won’t be an issue anymore.” Christopher turns to look at him, then swivels his head around to look at you, eyes wide with shock.

You furrow your brows as you look at Christopher, then to Changbin. Your jaw drops as you realize exactly what he means. “No,” you manage to whimper out, then jump to your feet. “You’re not going to kill Minji, are you?”

Changbin sighs and rolls his eyes. “I already told you,” he says, standing up to be eye-level with you. “Nobody fucks with my family and nobody fucks with me. She’s a threat and needs to be eliminated.”

“How can you even be sure?” You’re practically yelling at Changbin now. There was no way that your friend was really in the middle of all of this.

“I have my sources,” Changbin grunts, folding his arms. “You’re not going to be able to change my mind on this. Besides, how do you think you ended up at the same place as Hyunjin and Chan that night? How do you think both of them got shot within a couple of days? It all adds up. She was using you as a cog in her machine.”

There was no way this was true.

Changbin reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket, then flops a stack of papers on the table. “If you don’t believe me, then look at this. I have copies of her text messages from the week prior to the Itaewon house party, along with some other damning things in there. Why do you think you were caught up in a picture with Chan, but she wasn’t in a picture with Hyunjin? Both of you were at the same party at the same time. Bit suspicious, isn’t it?”

You start to thumb through the papers Changbin provided. Sure enough, the copies of the text messages Minji had sent to an unknown number proved him right. Starting from a couple of nights before you both went to that party, copies of conversations the two of you had before the party, including the messages you had sent each other after you parted, and the message with Christopher’s apartment’s location forwarded to some random number.

It was mind-boggling. You had known Minji for over a year now, so to be betrayed like this was a shock. She was your first and only friend you had from work. How long had she ben planning this?

The papers fell from your hands as you grabbed your face. “This can’t be true. There’s no way,” you whispered, falling to your knees. “Minji would never do this to me.”

“She did, though,” Changbin said with a sigh, folding his arms. “I don’t know if she intended for you to get involved in all of this or not, but here we are. I’ve gotta take care of this.” He reoriented himself, making eye contact with Minho and Jisung. “Can I trust this,” he motioned in a circle in front of you, “to you?”

You see Minho nod from the corner of your eye. Changbin starts to make his way for the door, but you instinctively reach out and grab his pant leg. “Please,” you whisper, unable to look at him, “please don’t do this to her. She doesn’t deserve this.”

Changbin groans heavily, and you swear you can hear him roll his eyes. “You saw the messages. I don’t know how else to convince you that your so-called ‘friend’ is not who she says she is.” He tugs his leg free from your grasp and continues walking to the door. “I’m not risking this, not for the family. Chan and Hyunjin were already injured, and that grievance is too large for me to forgive.”

He opens the door, and closes it with a slam. You swear you heard him apologize, but it easily could have been a figment of your imagination.

“Baby,” Christopher says, softly, reaching his good arm out to grab your shoulder, “I’m sorry. There’s nothing we can do once Changbin sets his mind on something, especially if it’s something to protect the family.”

Your eyes fall on a piece of paper in front of you, and you grab it in your hands, pulling it to your face to look at it. The paper has screenshots of text messages from Minji’s phone number transcribed on it.

Yeah, she’s there now.

Best thing that could have happened, now we know where he is.

No, I don’t care. She’s expendable.

It’s orders from the top. You need to take BC out. It’ll dismantle their whole group.

Why the fuck didn’t you kill him? I just got word that he survived.

I’m going to have one of the guys kill you then clean up your mistake.

The messages from Minji seem surreal. You had no idea that she had this side to her. How much had she been hiding all this time? Did she really believe you were expendable?

Jisung leans down next to you, whispering your name. “It’s okay, bunny,” his voice is soft as he reaches up to rub the tears off of your face. “We’ll get through this.”

Christopher groans on his way to the floor, but he makes his way down right next to you. “Sung is right, baby. This is just a blip in the road. We’ve got you.”

Minho’s phone goes off, and he walks past the three of you. “Looks like Binnie changed his mind and needs my help. I’m going to take off, but Jeongin will be here to watch over in an hour or something.”

You stare at your hands, noticing they don’t even feel like an extension of your body anymore. They’re just there, somehow attached to your body. Nothing even feels real at this point. This entire month has been an absolute shitshow, and nothing could really surprise you at this point.

“What the fuck,” you manage to squeak out after a tense silence. “I thought I knew Minji.”

Jisung pulls you to his arms, tightly gripping your shoulders. “There’s no way you could have predicted this. I bet she didn’t even plan to have you be a part of this at first, that’s just the way it happened.”

In the back of your mind, everything started to fall into place. You very distinctly recall Minji pressing you to come to this stupid house party, even though you weren’t feeling it. “Minji,” you grumbled as you applied your mascara, “I’m not gonna stay for very long. I’m just gonna go in, have a drink or two, then leave. Is that fine?”

“Yes! Yes, babe, that’s great,” Minji said with a smile, winking to you in the mirror as she applied her last layer of lipstick. “Nobody wants to show up to a party alone, and nobody wants to leave a party alone. Maybe we’ll find some cute guys while we’re there?”

When you were at the party and she ducked off within minutes, it didn’t make sense. “Oh, I just saw my ex, I’ll only be gone for a minute,” she said, but she disappeared for the rest of the night. Now, in hindsight, everything made sense. She knew that Hyunjin and Christopher were at the party, and you were lucky enough to capture Christopher’s attention. She may not have intended for it to happen, but it did, and she was probably beside herself with excitement.

You shook your head, frantically running your fingers through your hair as you pulled yourself from the memory. “What the fuck is happening? How could she use me like this?” You broke away from Jisung, turning around to look at both him and Christopher. They just exchange concerned glances with each other and say nothing.

“What the fuck?!” You exclaim with a loud sigh, falling back on to the floor and staring at the ceiling. Your eyes were burning with tears that stung of your betrayal. Minji was your only friend from work, the only friend you really bothered to make and keep since you moved here. To be betrayed by her like this was another level of pain.

“Bunny,” Jisung whispers, grabbing your arm. “It’s going to be okay, maybe not right now, but we’ll get through this.”

“You don’t understand, Jisung,” you yell at him through tears, “Minji was my only close friend. After you and I split, she was the only real friend I had to vent to. To know that my entire friendship with her was a fucking lie?”

Jisung sits back on his heels, biting his lip and turning away from you. He mouths something to Christopher, but you can’t make out whatever he says. You don’t care at this point, honestly, because this whole situation is a nightmare.

“Alright, alright,” Christopher sighs, working his way to be closer to you. “No more of this pity party. It’s not on you to feel bad for her behaviour. She’s the one that fucked you over, now you need to acknowledge it and move on.”

“Chan,” Jisung starts, a bit of shock to his voice, “don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”

You want to agree with Jisung, but you know that, deep down inside, Christopher is right. You drag your hands over your face and sit upright. “He’s right, though,” you say with a groan. “As much as I don’t want to admit it, he’s right. She fucked it up on her own accord. I can be mad at her for this later.”

“That’s the spirit,” Christopher says, wrapping his good arm around your shoulders, “I’m not saying don’t be angry. Absolutely, let yourself be angry. But we need to figure out what we’re going to do next, alright?”

The three of you chatted for a while, and eventually Jeongin showed up, bringing some takeout from a pasta restaurant just up the street. It was a relatively uneventful dinner, some jokes springing up between the acquainted men, leaving you a bit out of the loop as you sat on and watched.

Your mind couldn’t help but travel to think about if Changbin had found Minji yet. If he found her, was she dead? You could swear that you heard her whispering your name on the wind as it drifted in from the window.

“Hey,” Jisung waved his hand in front of your face, “Are you alive in there?” The voice you were hallucinating wasn’t Minji’s, it was just Jisung, saying your name over and over as he tried to get your attention. “I was worried you had mentally checked out on us. How are you doing?” He reached his arm around you, his hand soothingly rubbing on your back.

“Oh,” you manage to squeak out, “yeah, sorry, I was just distracted.”

“Alright,” Christopher says, looking at Jisung as he stands up. “I have an idea. But I need you to grab her and bring her with, since I’m out of commission.” Christopher ducks off into the bedroom without waiting for Jisung’s response.

“Way ahead of you,” Jisung smiles, turning to Jeongin, “sorry, man, it’s gonna be a busy night without you. You cool?”

The young man with black hair waves his hand in the air dismissively as he pulls out his phone, stretching out onto the couch. “Don’t worry about me,” he says, “I’ll keep myself plenty entertained. Maybe I’ll watch one of those American programmes on TV. Brush up on my English or something.”

You’re about to open your mouth to protest, but Jisung scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder. “Come on,” he says with a perk in his voice, “we could all use this, just a little break from reality.” He brings you into the bedroom, tossing you on the bed next to Christopher. He closes the door behind him, then flops down on the bed in between both of you.

“Is this what you had in mind?” Jisung perks up, asking Christopher specifically. The blond laughs, bringing his hands behind his head.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Christopher says with a cocky smile on his face. “I can’t really do much, though,” he whines, “but I don’t mind watching you two entertain each other while I sit back.”

“You heard the man,” Jisung smirks as he rolls over on top of you. “He wants a show, so I guess we gotta give him one.”

“Oi,” Christopher interjects, “I would just like to point out that I never said you had to do anything. But, it would be nice to have a little fun. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen you guys and I could really use the stress relief,” his voice trails off as he leans back onto the headboard. “I’m fine with just taking care of it myself, too.”

Jisung crawls up to the spot right next to Christopher. “I want to watch,” he says with a wide grin as he looks at both of you.

“I don’t care,” Christopher sighs before moving to undo his jeans. “I’ve been waiting for this for far too long.” Jisung leans over to Christopher, lightly grabbing his face.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” he says with a giggle, “I’m just teasing. We’ll help you out.” Jisung presses his lips to Christopher, motioning for you to hurry up with his free hand. Christopher pushes back into Jisung, grabbing his hair with his good hand.

You watch the guys wrestle with each other a bit before you wiggle your way up into Christopher’s lap, completely undoing his pants for him. The blond groans with relief into the silver-haired man’s lips, clearly relieved to be free from the restraint of his pants. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” the blond mutters, “like, you’re not my type, Jisung, but,”

Jisung bites down on Christopher’s bottom lip, hard enough to make the older man squeal, “Yeah, are you really gonna complain about it right now, though? Because I’d be happy to stop.”

Christopher glares at the younger man, “I’m injured. Can you give me a break?”

“Aww,” Jisung mocks Christopher, jokingly pushing in his cheeks with his fingertips. “Poor boss, thinking that getting shot on the job is such a good idea. Bet that’ll teach you not to get shot next time?”

You balk at Jisung’s words, looking at him with wide eyes. Did he really just say that to his superior? Christopher catches your eye, noticing your shock. “Don’t worry,” he groans, waving his hand dismissively, “Jisung is a brat sometimes. I’ll let him have it for now, but he knows he should watch his tongue. Once I’m recovered, you’re fucked.”

Jisung scoffs. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try, tough guy.” Christopher whips his head back in disbelief, about to say something, but you interrupt both of them, sticking your hands in their faces.

“Can you save whatever this is for later?” You try to plead, but Jisung simply rolls his eyes at you.

“Yeah, I’ll stop whenever Chan-hyung clearly stops enjoying this,” he says with a smirk, looking down at Christopher’s lap, then up to you. Chris groans, gritting his teeth at Jisung’s nickname.

“The nickname, I told you,” he starts, but Jisung brings his finger to Christopher’s lips.

“Shush,” he whispers, and replaces his finger with his lips for a quick, soft kiss. “Come on, it’s your turn to do something, bunny, give him something to finally shut up over.”

Watching your (maybe?) ex-boyfriend tease your (maybe?) current boyfriend was a lot for you to mentally (and physically, in some regards) handle. Christopher turned to you, his eyes half open, and his mouth slightly agape.

“What is it?” You softly whisper, positioning yourself directly on top of Christopher’s lap, placing your hands on either side of his jaw, angling his face to be just under yours.

“Come on,” Christopher whines, grinding his pelvis up into yours, “you know what I want after all this time.”

“It’s only been a couple weeks,” Jisung quips, smirking at you as he leans up against the headboard. “Doesn’t seem like that long to me, no?”

Christopher groans and digs his good hand into your thigh. “Are you both seriously going to make me beg for it?”

You and Jisung eye each other, giving each other a smirk before turning your attention back to Christopher. “We can’t push you too hard, “ you say with a slight whine, grinding your hips down into his, “it would be bad for the healing process.”

Christopher rolls his eyes at you, giving you a completely deadpan look. “Are you fucking joking?”

“Oh!” Jisung gasps with feigned despair. “It could be too much physical activity if you move around too much. We can’t bump your arm around or anything, it would probably cause problems.”

“Oh my god,” Christopher whines, “I’m not gonna move my goddamn arm, I promise. Can one of you please just help me out here? My good arm has been out of service since I went out, and now I have both of you taunting me? Fucking kill me before I have to go through any more of this.”

“Okay,” you simply say, leaning down to give Christopher a deep, needy kiss. “Just promise you won’t move your arm around at all. If one of us does something that makes your arm hurt, you need to tell us, alright?”

Christopher rapidly nods his head, “Yeah, yeah, fine, just please,” he pleads with a whine, grabbing your hip with his good hand, “I want you so badly. I want to be inside you right this second. Please.”

The look that he gives you when he pleads with you makes your soul melt. It must have an effect on Jisung, too, because he makes a pointed effort to adjust himself in his spot. “I wanna watch you unravel Chan, baby,” he whispers with a devious grin. “I love that he wants you so badly.”

Christopher reorients himself against the headboard, releasing your hip from his grip. He grabs Jisung’s shoulder with his left hand, digging his fingernails into the younger man’s skin. “If you keep making comments without actions, I swear to god, I am going to rip your -“

Jisung shakes his hands in his superior’s face. “Sorry, sorry,” he pleads, “what do you want me to do?”

“Here,” you say, pulling Jisung closer to you. “Just let your hands roam around me. I’m sure you’ll elicit a reaction out of me that will pique Christopher’s interest.” Jisung nods his head to the side, agreeing with you, as he gets behind you. He helps you sneak all of your clothes off, and, by the look on Christopher’s face, it seems to be working.

Once Jisung slides your panties off, you open up the front opening to Christopher’s briefs, and waste no time mounting yourself on his cock. It’s a bit uncomfortable, since you didn’t really think ahead and prepare yourself, but you grin and bear it anyway. The look that Christopher gives you makes all of your discomfort melt away.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, letting his head fall back on the headboard. Jisung comes up from behind you, sinking his teeth into your neck and letting his hands grasp your breasts. He isn’t very subtle about it, but he’s pressing his cock up against your back, grinding up against you for some sort of stimulation.

“Looks like that’s exactly what our Chan needed, hmm?” Jisung groans into your ear, “You seem to be enjoying yourself, too, baby, yeah?”

You somehow manage to whine out some semblance of agreement, and it causes both Christopher and Jisung to tense.

Christopher rolls his head up, looking both of you in the eyes. “I have an idea,” he whimpers, “but it’s going to involve effort for both of you.”

It took effort, but within a few minutes, with a lot of lubricant that Jisung somehow managed to find, and stretching, you somehow are able to fit both Jisung and Christopher inside of you at the same time. Jisung puts in most of the physical effort, since it’s hard to find the will to get yourself to move, but it really does feel incredible.

Below you, Christopher seems to be having an otherworldly experience. His eyes are shut tightly, and he’s grabbing onto your waist with a vise grip. Jisung has one of his arms wrapped around you as best as he can, his hand stretching up in the space between your breasts. You’re trying your best not to lean up against Christopher with too much pressure, but you feel like your body is going to give out if either he or Jisung lets go of you.

When Jisung starts moving, that’s when you lose all semblance of self-control. Your voice refuses to be restrained, and you’re sure every neighbour in a twenty kilometre radius can hear you praising every deity that has ever existed. The pressure in your abdomen, albeit a bit uncomfortable, feels miraculous. You’re shouting out Christopher’s and Jisung’s names without even intending to, and the effect it’s having on them is obvious.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna,” Christopher groans deeply, letting up one thrust before he collapses into himself, moaning your name as he begins to paint your insides. “Holy fuck,” he groans again, looking up into your eyes, grabbing your face and guiding you to look at him.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, before you feel Jisung dig into your sides. “Baby,” he whines, “this is so much, I’m gonna come,.” He sinks his teeth into your shoulder so hard, you’re positive you start bleeding, but you don’t care at all. In fact, you welcome it.

You aren’t really sure what you tell Jisung, you just know that you welcome it. He hastily drags one of his hands down to your clit, rotating it just enough to bring you over the edge with him.

You try your best not to collapse on to Christopher as your muscles give out. Thankfully, somehow, Jisung is able to keep a hold of you, pulling you backwards on to him. The three of you take a long moment to catch your breath, before Jisung pulls you off of Christopher and back onto him.

“What,” Jisung breathes out, “the fuck was that? Did we seriously just do that?”

Christopher lets out a small cough, then a throaty laugh. “Holy shit. That seriously happened?”

You don’t really have much to say as you come back to your senses. However, you bolt upright with a look of terror in your eyes. “Oh my god,” you say with a hushed tone, “Jeongin heard us.”

Jisung lets out a cackle. “Ah,” he says, reaching out to pull you back down to his arms, “when I stepped out there earlier, I told him to go take a walk for a little bit, that we’d be fine and he wouldn’t wanna be around for what was about to happen.”

“Crafty bastard,” Christopher retorts from his spot, letting out a couple soft chuckles.

“Hey,” Jisung groans, “you may doubt me, but I have my moments, sometimes.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Christopher groans in response. “Can you grab me a paracetamol or something? My arm is fucking killing me.”

You quickly sit up, instantly regretting it due to the the spinning effect you feel. “I’ve got it,” Jisung says from behind you, rolling off of the foot of the bed, digging around in one of the drawers of the dresser. He pulls out a bottle and tosses it at Christopher.

“Thanks,” the blond says, taking out a couple of small pills and swallowing them with no qualms. “Now get back here, baby,” he says to you, tossing the bottle onto the nightstand next to him, then opening his good arm to you.

“Are you sure you don’t want any water?” You ask him as you shakily pull yourself to his side.

“Don’t worry about me,” he grumbles, rotating his right arm around a bit. “Hey, you too, Jisung, get over here.”

Jisung snickers, snuggling up to your back. “What, you’re feeling soft for your blood brother?”

Christopher rolls his eyes and scoffs. “No. That was just an experience I never thought I’d cross off my list.”

“You love me,” Jisung chuckles, tossing the blanket from the end of the bed over the three of you.

“Shut up,” Christopher retorts, deliberately not offering him an affirmation or a denial.

A couple more weeks end up passing, and both you and Jisung try your hardest to help Christopher heal up his shoulder. He’s stubborn, though, trying to make things as difficult as possible at every turn. There was one time the three of you were fooling around on the couch, and Christopher nearly injured his arm even further, forgetting he couldn’t put any load-bearing weight on it. It was a crisis averted, but still a nuisance.

There were a couple of other minor problems that popped up, but the three of you had managed to laugh it off. It was weird, really, it was like you were dating both of them at the same time, but nobody really cared. Nobody got overly jealous, probably because the three of you were stuck in a small apartment together and had no other sense of release from each other.

It wasn’t a bad thing, though. You all had a strange way of working around each other’s quirks. The three of you could also sleep comfortably together on the bed, with you and Jisung alternating between the middle spot. Jisung and Christopher didn’t really know what exactly they were, but they went along with whatever it was anyways.

Sometimes they were basically dating, and other times they couldn’t stand to be around each other. It was weird when Jisung would walk past Christopher, give him a kiss on the forehead, and then continue to walk by like nothing happened. Neither of them ever really addressed it, which was peculiar, but it was what they did, and you learned to accept it.

Regardless of whatever was happening between the three of you, you made it work, and that was good enough for you. Once you were no longer in danger of being killed, and once Christopher was back to full health, the three of you could start to work towards a new normal.

It had to have been about a month since Christopher was released from the hospital, that was when Changbin came over next. It was a Saturday morning, early and unannounced. Christopher was the one that woke up to the text message from Changbin, letting you know of his presence.

Christopher didn’t have time to wake you up, only to let Changbin, Felix, and Jeongin in. You heard the three of them come through the front door, and Changbin invited himself into your bedroom.

“Get up,” he said with an assertive tone, staring you down from the doorframe. “We’ve found her. We’ve found all of them, and we need to go.”

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pesiko · 3 years

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LAY SERIES RECS

✔ completed | ✿ personal favorite | M mature

The Boxer M ✿ {6} ✔

You make your way into a local boxing gym, looking for someone who is willing to teach you self defense. The quiet man who runs the gym is unwilling to take you on as a student and you are forced to prove yourself worthy of his instruction. @soobadnoonecanstopher

Mated - part of EXO Wolf AU M {5} ✔

There’s nothing that can compare to your fragrant scent.... @thesammtimes

Boundaries M {2} ✔

You work for Zhang Yixing as the nanny of his kid. In a moment of idiotic judgement you both break the invisible boundaries you’d both set. Was it for the better or the worse? @8bityeol

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[main masterlist] [exo masterlist] updated 4-9-21

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shaalk · 3 years

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Gamer

Type: Oneshot + Bonus

Characters: Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Smut

Warnings: Strip tease, masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, nipple play, use of degrading names, dirty talk, creampie

Status: Completed

Summary: Everyone knows how much Baekhyun enjoys gaming. That is the only thing he does whenever he has free time. But when he decides to do just that on a rare day that both of us are free, i’ll do just about anything to get his attention.

Words: 2444

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Masterlist | Bonus

I sigh in annoyance as I watch Baekhyun start a new game on his Playstation console. He has been at it for the past 5 hours, only getting up twice to go to the toilet and to get refreshments. I have been trying get his attention all morning but he hasn’t blinked my way at all.

I understand that he wants to use his rare off day from Exo’s group activities to catch up on his games but I really thought we would be able to spend some time with each other.

I know Baekhyun won’t want step out of the apartment and I am fine with that, he is well known for being a homebody after all. I just want to spend an hour cuddling with my boyfriend, which is proving to be a huge feat right now.

“Baekhyunnnnn,” I whine, my patience wearing thin.

I only receive a hum in response, his eyes not even leaving the TV for a second.

I saunter over to my boyfriend and sit down right beside him, leaving no space between us. I lay my head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and stroke his inner thigh higher and higher up, thinking and hoping I will elicit a reaction out of him. I even go as far as leaving butterfly kisses on his nape and yet, the man never gives me any attention.

It is my last straw already. I am going to have to bring out the big guns. I am going to make sure that Baekhyun’s eyes will only be on me. I am determined to make him forget about his stupid game, even if it is for just a while.

I get off the couch and tiptoe to my room. I don’t even know why I am doing that when Baekhyun hasn't even looked at me since we woke up in the morning.

First, I strip down to nothing and throw on a pink crop top that has the word ‘slut’ written across the centre. I then slip on a pair of boy shorts with the phrase ‘spank me’ across my ass. I give myself a once-over in the mirror and when I am satisfied with how I look, I drop to my knees to grab the black box from underneath my bed.

It is where I stash all my sex toys that I have no choice but to turn to when Baekhyun is away on his long tours. The said male has no idea I have them and he is in for a real treat.

I grab the pale, beige dildo and then haphazardly shove the box back under the bed. I hide the toy behind me and then skip out to join my boyfriend who has just started a new game.

I stand at the end of the couch just waiting for Baekhyun to take notice of me. I purposely clear my throat loudly. He glances at me for just a second before his eyes are glued on the TV again.

I roll my eyes in response.

Showtime!

I strut to the coffee table in front of Baekhyun and stick the dildo onto it with the help of the suction cup at the end.

My boyfriend's eyes are still unmoving. He has no idea the things I have in store for him.

“Baek-ah, isn’t it warm?”

I pull my hair into a messy bun over my head and start fanning myself with my hands.

Still no reaction.

I inwardly groan. I have no choice but to pull my top off. I pretend to wipe the sweat on my nape with it and then throw it onto the couch beside Baekhyun.

His eyes dart up to give me attention for a bit, and then he goes back to concentrating on his game.

At least he paid attention for more than a second this time.

I sway my hips and turn around to give him a view of my clothed ass, purposely arching my back so that it looks perkier (if he is even looking). I know he is when he inhales sharply.

I smirk in victory, knowing I have almost gotten Baekhyun where I want him.

I fall onto my knees so that I am facing my dildo directly. I tilt myself so that Baekhyun can perfectly see me sucking it. I discreetly glance over my shoulder to see my boyfriend’s attention shifting between the TV and I.

I smirk at Baekhyun wickedly and wrap my grip around the dildo as I would his cock. I gather my saliva and spit on the head of the dildo. I let my saliva drip down the length of it and then give it kitten licks.

I confidently stare at my boyfriend through half-lidded eyes and indulge in the way his adam’s apple bobbles in his throat.

Hook, line and sinker.

I get back up on my feet to rid myself of my underwear. I then sink back down and angle myself so that Baekhyun can get a view of my ass and me sucking the dildo.

I grin at him sweetly and then guide my attention back to the toy in front of me. I lean forward, arching my back and perking my butt up. From this angle, Baekhyun has the perfect view of my ass and my spread pussy.

I giggle under breath when I hear a throaty groan from behind me.

I place my lips around the dildo and go down on it, making sure to make slurping noises to let Baekhyun know what he is missing out on. I bob my head a few times to ensure that it is wet enough then I stand up and kneel on the coffee table facing my boyfriend.

I glide the tip of the dildo across the length of my pussy and slowly sit down on it, sighing as it fills me up. I manage to sit on it fully in one motion due to how wet I am.

Baekhyun is focusing on me a lot more at this point but his eyes still dart to the TV at intervals, obviously not wanting to lose his game.

I begin lifting myself up and sinking back down on my dildo, just like when I ride Baekhyun. I go the extra mile to play with my tits too. I first pinch my nipples to harden the nubs, then I squeeze my breasts together.

“Yes, Baek, fuck me harder!” I let out moans that sound like they came straight out of a porno.

I bite the side of my lip as I watch the tent in Baekhyun’s pants grow, already imagining him railing me.

My brows furrow and I throw my head back, feeling utterly stretched. It is my favourite dildo for a reason.

Finally, after hours of waiting, I hear the background music from the TV come to a pause. Baekhyun throws the controller on the ground and stands.

I swallow when my boyfriend pulls off his t-shirt. He has been working out a lot recently and it can clearly be seen from how sculpted the muscles on his arms and abdomen have become.

He shimmies out of his boxers as well and I involuntarily lick my lips as soon as his cock comes to view. There is already precum spilling out of the tip.

His length bounces as he comes towards me. My eyes automatically find his through my eyelashes while I continue riding my dildo.

Baekhyun pulls the rubber band holding my locks together, letting my glorious mass of hair spill. He pushes the strands of hair that have fallen over my chest behind my shoulders so that he can get a full view of my naked body.

He licks his lips as he wraps his right hand around my throat. I hiss when I feel the coolness of his rings touch my skin. Baekhyun pulls me up until the dildo is totally out of my tight snatch and then he carries me and throws me onto the couch.

I squeal with a winning smile when my back comes into contact with the cushions.

“What a show you put on for me, baby girl,” Baekhyun growls through gritted teeth before slapping the side of my thigh.

He leans down for a kiss and my hands immediately wrap themselves around his shoulders, wanting him closer to me. The tip of his dick hits my clit, making the both of us moan into the already messy kiss.

Baekhyun breaks the kiss to leave me a hickey on the side of my neck. His fingers toy with my already perky nipples, just pulling at them and rolling them between his pretty fingertips.

Once the male is satisfied with the mark he has created on my nape, he puts some distance between us so he can drag my body down the couch until I am laid flat on my back while my legs are hanging in the air.

My boyfriend spreads my legs even wider and then lets them rest on each of his shoulders. He pumps his rod to get it harder, if it is even possible, and then glides the tip against my drenched slit. I shudder and my hips jerk forward, already anticipating his grand entrance into me.

Baekhyun has a bruising grip on my waist with one hand while his other one pushes his meat into me. My mouth hangs open and my eyes shut tightly as soon as I feel his intrusion into my tight walls.

Because of the dildo, I am already stretched out quite a fair bit. But not enough for him to fully fit in me. He is longer and thicker than the toy after all.

Baekhyun grunts every time he manages to get a little more of his length into me. He is going slow to accommodate me but I don’t want that. I want him deep in me and I want him to go hard and fast. I want him to ruin me, so I clench his member to get his attention.

His eyes immediately fly open to meet mine when he feels the sudden pressure.

“Harder?”

I nod with a shy smile making Baekhyun chuckle huskily.

I have no time to prepare because Baekhyun pulls all the way out until only his tip is inside me and then he slams his hips forward, hitting my sweet spot head on.

“Oh!”

I flail for a bit and then immediately grab onto his shoulders for support as he ruts into me over and over again. I watch with my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as the sweat trickles down the side of my boyfriend’s face, making him look so fucking ethereal.

I lick my lips unknowingly because of how hot Baekhyun looks when he is concentrating. He grins at me devilishly, knowing how whipped I am for him.

I purposely contract my pussy, making Baekhyun yelp. His routined thrusts become uneven since his focus is disrupted. I giggle breathlessly when the look of betrayal spreads across my his face.

As if to punish me, he suddenly pulls out, making me whine at the loss of his meat. My hole throbs in protest at the sudden emptiness.

Baekhyun pulls me up and makes me stand in front of the coffee table. He then positions me so that my ass is being served to him. My hands are flat on the table for support while the dildo is right in front of my face.

I moan with need when Baekhyun re-enters me. I make an effort to bend down further to take the dildo into my mouth.

Baekhyun realigns himself a little, probably so that he can get a peek of me taking his cock as well as the dildo at the same time, through the reflection in the TV.

He smacks my ass making me scream and jerk forward in surprise.

“Such a fucking slut!”

To prove his point, I grind my hips back into Baekhyun’s every time he thrusts into me. His balls slapping against my clit is making everything better.

Baekhyun must be really aroused by the view of me taking 2 cocks at the same time because I feel him twitch inside me, a tell-tale sign that he is going to ejaculate soon.

He grabs both my arms in one hand and pulls me so that I am upright with my back bowed painfully. His other hand slithers around my waist and finds its way to my clit.

My boyfriend hugs me even closer to him, leaving no space between us. I feel his sturdy chest and hard pecs brush against my back at every thrust.

Baekhyun’s tongue darts out to meet the shell of my ear. I shudder when he blows a breath of cold air onto the spot he licked.

“So sexy, my whore, so fucking sexy,” he whispers roughly into my ear.

I grip Baekhyun’s forearm, my nails piercing into his skin as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my high.

My boyfriend grunts as my pussy tightens around him, my walls pulsating because they are trying to milk all the cum out of him.

“Baek, Baek!” I scream out while his fingers rub me faster.

My stomach tightens and soon I am releasing around Baekhyun‘s length.

“I’m cumming,” I yell as my body starts convulsing from reaching my climax.

“Yes, princess, cream on this dick!”

Baekhyun lets out a string of curses as my warmth encompasses him. His fingers don’t leave my bundle of nerves alone. I start squirming in his grip as I ride out my extended orgasm, which is bordering on overstimulation.

After one last hard thrust, Baekhyun lets out a feral “fuck yes” under his breath and releases his thick load into my tight cunt.

I hum in content as I feel his warmth coat my walls. He slowly thrusts into me a few more times to ride out his orgasm and then comes to a complete stop.

Baekhyun lets go of my arms and I immediately fall forward, legs jelly from the hard fucking I have just gone through. Thankfully the male holds onto my waist to support me or I would have fallen flat on my face.

My boyfriend falls back onto the couch, tired as well. I slowly settle myself on the ground, my back against the coffee table so that I am facing Baekhyun.

His gaze travels down the length of my sweaty body to my messy opening to take in the view of our mixed cum dribbling out of my pussy.

He bites his lip and makes eye contact with me.

“Good fuck, baby girl.”

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