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justwritedreams · 5 months
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Sin | Jongin
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Idol!Jongin x Reader
Word count: 2.344
Genre: fluff, slight angst, smut.
Author: maari 
Warnings: MDNI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Explict words and filthy studio sex, oral (fem receiving), sex without condom (don't do this at home), heartbroken Sehun 😞.
Note: WELL i'm proud of this one and I won't even going to deny it lol My stories with Kai are usually short so I don't fall in love with him BYE
Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai
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Y/N was trying to control her smile as her body moved on its own to the beat that sounded through the studio's speakers.
"What do you think?" Jongin asked, after the preview he played for her ended.
She looked at him, smiling proudly.
“It’s different from what you’ve done before, but it’s your vibe.”
Jongin sighed, relieved. He closed the file on the computer and turned completely to face her.
“I wanted to try new things for this album.”
“You did it, I'm sure everyone will love it as much as I love it.” she winked at him, seeing him smirk.
"Thanks for being here." he got up from the chair and sat next to her on the couch, his shoulder lightly touching hers. "Means a lot."
Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.
“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.
Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.
"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”
Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.
“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.
He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.
That was enough to make her tremble all over.
Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.
Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.
One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.
The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.
They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.
It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.
She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.
He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.
Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.
Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.
Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.
Mainly because he was between her legs when she started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.
His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.
Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.
For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.
But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.
She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.
Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found your throbbing clit.
Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.
Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.
She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.
Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.
His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.
But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.
She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.
When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.
"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.
Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.
Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.
She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.
Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.
He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.
He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.
“You take my cock so well.”
"Fuck."
Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.
Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.
"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.
He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.
“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.
Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.
He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.
“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.
He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.
“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.
Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.
He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.
“So that’s how it’s going to be.”
Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.
Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.
“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.
"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.
Sehun laughed, bitterly.
“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”
Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.
Did Sehun like her? Since when?
“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”
She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.
She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.
“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.
“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.
One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.
But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.
And he looked at her, completely hurt.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”
An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.
“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”
Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.
She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.
“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.
However, he stopped her, holding her arm.
"Come to my home."
She took a deep breath before looking at him.
“Jongin, but Sehun-”
“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."
She smiled slightly.
"What do you mean?"
He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.
“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”
She bit her lower lip.
“No more sex in the studio?”
He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.
“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”
“Then I guess we will sin together.”
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icequeenbae · 10 months
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Giving Love a Shot (m) | BBH
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Previous: Snapshot (m) [pt.1], Shot Through the Heart (m) [pt.2]
Pairing: photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader
Photographer AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut (the usual)
Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, Baek is the god of oral™
Word Count: ~3k
Summary: You and Baekhyun have been trying out the whole ‘dating thing’ for a few months now. He comes to visit you in Japan during your schedule and things take an unexpected turn.
© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.
Author’s note: Hey hey, your authornim is back!! Thanks to @hwasdollie who took on and completed her beta duties so swiftly, I am able to post this during my birthday month!! I might be able to post smth else for a different fandom before the end of June as well but shhhhh Anyways, since a few people approached me asking for the continuation of the photographer!Baek story, I decided it's time to get my act together and post it! I hope you like it!! And please don't stay silent, you know I love to chat 💕💕💕
Network Tags: @kvanity-main @exo-writers-net @bbh-net @superm-net
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‘Goodnight, Miss.’
You bowed to the hotel staff in a polite manner, looking perfectly put together. They only saw your eyes anyway, with your habit of wearing a mask at all times. Especially now that you had all your makeup removed after the full day of interviews. As your skin got pretty sensitive, you didn’t like to walk around bare-faced where people could see. Or worse, take pictures.
Had anyone asked, you would say that you contained your excitement reasonably well. Considering how giddy you actually felt, knowing that your boyfriend was coming to visit tonight. Actually, you were so impatient that you texted him from the elevator.
‘I’m almost in my room. Where are you now?’
Baekhyun was actually supposed to be there before you, so you arranged a spare key to wait for him at the reception desk downstairs. Of course, you made sure that it was discreet. You left it in a sealed envelope stuffed with blank paper to be passed onto him as soon as he arrived. He didn’t text you back in the last thirty minutes, so you assumed he was probably still on his way.
Swinging the door open, you walked inside and instantly removed your shoes. Your legs were killing you after wearing high heels all day. Checking your phone again, you confirmed that no answer came through and decided to make a quick run for the bathroom.
Incredibly short – in your personal opinion – fifteen minutes later, you were all done. But there was still no response from your highly anticipated guest.
‘Where is he, dammit?’ You muttered under your breath, walking into the room to get fresh clothes.
But as soon as you turned the lights on…
‘Oh my g-’ You covered your mouth to silence yourself.
There, on the armchair, was a neat pile of clothes. Male clothes. Meanwhile, said male was… in your bed. Sleeping like a baby.
There he was, your unreachable boyfriend. Resting up well, instead of giving you a warm welcome as soon as you walked in.
As your heart rate returned to normal, you rolled your eyes. If he wasn’t making an effort to stay awake, you were going to change into comfy panties and a crop top, as sexy lingerie obviously wasn’t on the menu for tonight, and join him. Turning off the upper light, you left the wall sconces on both sides of the bed on. Just for a minute.
You crawled under the duvet, instantly embraced by the warmth generated by Baekhyun’s body.
Two assertive arms snaked their way around your body, hugging you tightly.
‘Oh- you’re awake?’ You whispered in surprise, being pulled deeper into his den.
‘M- ‘f course,’ he murmured, eyes still closed.
‘Yeah, right,’ you snorted, squeezing his bicep in mock frustration. ‘I see you grew tired of waiting for me…’
‘Not at all. Your pillows just smelled so nice. And I know you hate when I get on the bed wearing clothes.’ He said, and you nodded in agreement. ‘So, I showered and decided to surprise you.’
‘By sleeping in my bed?’
You huffed out a laugh, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes as he cracked one of them open.
‘I wasn’t supposed to be asleep.’ He began, watching you with just that one eye, like a sleepy pirate. ‘I had an entire performance planned.’
‘That so?’ You nudged.
‘Picture this: you walk in, and I’m already on the bed buck naked, holding a rock-hard dick in my hand. ‘Enjoy the ride’ banner right behind me.’
‘Oh gosh,’ you coughed. ‘I’m thankful you changed your mind.’
‘I didn’t. There was just no scotch tape. And while I was weighing the probability of you killing me in case I used bubble gum,’ he paused to catch your hand that could very well pinch him for the suggestion. ‘…I fell asleep. Just for a second. More like drowsed.’
‘Drooling all over my pillow?’ You teased, causing him to frown.
‘I only drool when I’m dreaming of eating you out, and we didn’t get to that tonight,’ he said in a tone that suggested it was obvious and you should’ve known better. ‘Drowsed for a sec, nothing more.’
You only chuckled, fingers tracing the lines of his face. His sharp jaw, his prominent cheekbones, his soft lips.
‘I missed you a lot, aegiya.’ He said out of nowhere, both eyes closed.
‘You saw me two weeks ago,’ you mumbled, becoming shy as soon as he used the pet name.
It was so strange, even after these past few months, to see him like this. How could anyone become so boyfriend-y all of a sudden? You had no idea Baekhyun even had a side like this when you decided to get into this relationship. He’d managed to surprise you in multiple ways already; him flying across the ocean just to see you was one of the examples.
‘Exactly. Don’t tell me you weren’t suffering through every single day away from me…’
His fingers traced the skin underneath your top, threatening to start tickling you, and you squirmed, pushing him away timidly.
‘Why are you so lovey-dovey out of the blue? Are you talking in your sleep?’
‘Hey, that hurts. The real question is, why aren’t you? Aren’t you happy to see your oppa?’ He kept tugging you closer as you resisted playfully.
‘Ew. I told you, I’m not calling you that.’
‘Why’s that,’ he leaned in to kiss your neck and you failed to push his face away.
‘Don’t be gross.’
‘You’re my aegi, and I’m older, so-’
‘There’s no kissing for oppas. Or anything else fun.’ You pressed, licking your lips. ‘Only for my boyfriend. Baekhyun.’
He looked at your mouth a second too long, before muttering a low.
‘I see.’
You swallowed, trapped in this demonstrative struggle.
‘I see how it is, Y/N.’ He repeated slowly, catching you off guard with a sudden tug to finally press your body to his. ‘You think you got me all soft for you, so now you can do whatever you wish, hm?’
You bit your lip, shivering in excitement. His voice sounded gentle but low. Whenever he used this tone, you knew it was time to be a good girl.
‘Please don’t scold me, Baekhyunie,’ you pouted, caressing his shoulder sheepishly.
‘You didn’t give me an answer. Are you happy to see me?’ He pulled away slightly to give you a sharp glance.
‘Of course.’
‘That’s it?’ His furrowed eyebrows made him look dissatisfied.
‘I missed you. A lot. Too.’ You mumbled, eyes wandering around his bare chest.
‘Why are you so flustered?’ He continued his questioning, not allowing you to move away from his slow offense. ‘Thinking dirty thoughts already?’
The exposed look on your face probably told him everything.
‘Aegiya,’ Baekhyun smiled, content with your reaction. ‘You’re so easy to mess with.’
‘No, I’m no-’ Your protest was interrupted by a quick kiss.
‘Yes, you are. The moment I lower my voice you turn into a cute little puddle,’ he stated with the most satisfied look on his face before nuzzling your neck. ‘You know what else turns you into a pool of hot mess?’
You whimpered, startled by the pressure of his fingers directly on your clit.
‘God, I missed you,’ he gritted, licking a stripe over your ribs and inhaling your scent.
‘Baek-’ You swallowed, latching onto his shoulder. ‘We can’t be loud here. The girls are on this floor, and what if someone-’
‘This is a five-star hotel, princess.’ He made sure to continue his descent despite your feeble protests.
‘It’s not completely sound-proof!’
‘Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick.’ He smirked, hooking the fabric of your panties with his thumb to get them out of the way.
Making it quick was worse. It meant he was going to go zero to one hundred in a snap of his dainty fingers, and you were in no way ready to handle it.
During the course of your rather new relationship, he’d managed to perfect his oral technique to such an extent that you had to literally refuse him the pleasures of the mouth whenever you were outside the privacy of your homes. It was just too risky. If someone was to hear you…
He tended to make your sessions extremely noisy.
‘Just relax. I know what I’m doing,’ he hummed before poking his tongue out and dragging it slowly over your slit.
‘Oh-’ You grabbed onto the duvet, and he did it again.
Not forgetting to slurp this time.
Biting hard on your lip, you tried to keep still. But even that didn’t help when his wet tongue flicked your engorged clit. You could see him already getting into it. His heavy-lidded eyes watched you through the blond strands, and his mouth opened wide as if he attempted to swallow your entire pussy.
You panted, trying to move away, but he held you securely in place by the hips.
Baekhyun’s breath became heavier and heavier, and the sound of it only made you go mad with the thrill. His tongue flattened out and he moved his head up and down to drag it over your core.
Just as you thought that this was bearable, he did the unexpected. He sucked your clit into his mouth harshly, coating the area with so much saliva you could feel it trickle down to your entrance.
‘A-ah!’ You flexed your abs and pressed at the back of his head, chasing the contact.
Instead of slowing down as he usually did, he continued increasing the intensity. His tongue ran up and down your core with urgency before his lips closed around your most sensitive spot again, sucking harshly and then breaking out into short licks.
‘Baek, stop- I can’t-’ You sobbed mid-sentence as he shook his head lightly, adding stimulation.
At this point, his own breathing was loud and labored, as if he was the one on the receiving end of this hustle.
But, as soon as your breaths became shallow and your muscles started to clench, he ripped himself away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
‘I just love bringing you to the edge,’ he admitted, licking his lips hungrily. ‘cause then I don’t have to spare your pussy.’
He slapped your vulva abruptly, and you yelped from the jarring sensation, sitting up.
‘Ride me, baby,’ Baekhyun said, dropping on his back as you got on top of him readily.
You wanted to get this over with. You needed him to finish what he’d started.
‘Shit.’ He cursed as soon as you brought your thighs down. ‘Go on.’
Swaying your hips, you focused on the friction against your walls. He always felt so good inside you.
‘Let me help you a little,’ he suggested, taking hold of your pelvis to aid you in your movements.
Leaning onto his chest with your palms, you went as hard as you could. And his thighs met yours, sounding a skin-to-skin slap upon every fleeting contact.
‘M-Baek,’ you whined, messing up the pace.
‘Don’t slow down,’ he demanded, fingers digging into your skin.
‘I can’t-’
He put his palm onto your back and prodded you to lean forward, gaining enough momentum to start pounding into you from below.
‘Fuck.’ He gritted, ignoring your uncontrollable moans and the lecherous noises from where your skin met his.
Baekhyun’s eyes never left your body, and he kept his tempo for as long as he could.
‘Fuck- Fuck!’ He suddenly growled, and you shrieked as you became undone.
‘B-Baekhyun,’ you cried out, held solid by his hands while his dick kept nailing you.
Thankfully, your boyfriend was quick to follow you and find his release. You whimpered as he shook briefly, letting out only a strained grunt to signify that he was finished for now.
He rolled you over to rest on top of your body, his entire weight pushing you down, and kissed you deeply. Both your and his breathing was hectic, but it didn’t hinder the interaction. Your fingers traced his prickly nape, while his tongue played with yours.
You laid like that for a bit before he scrambled off of you, finally letting you breathe properly.
‘I really did miss you.’
He smiled as you said that, and leaned in to press a playful kiss to your nose.
‘I know.’
You poked his cheek in embarrassment. He was a really affectionate boyfriend, and you loved that about him. It did make you a bit bashful though. Strangely, more so than your crazy sex marathons.
‘Thanks for flying all the way here just for me.’
‘It wasn’t just for you. I got a couple gigs here for the next few days,’ he shrugged, and then added. ‘I might’ve gotten those after I bought flight tickets, but sh-h! I can’t let it go to your head.’
‘Why not?’ You pouted, stroking his collarbone.
‘Aegiya, you already behave like a little princess, we don’t want it to get any worse, do we?’
‘Am I not your little princess?’ You narrowed your eyes at him.
‘You are,’ he sighed in defeat. ‘I guess, you win.’
‘What did I win?’ You chuckled, pecking him on the chin.
‘I don’t know. What would you like?’
The answer came with no hesitation.
‘You.’
‘That’s cute,’ he snickered. ‘You already have me.’
‘Hm. Then I don’t need anything else.’
‘Ugh. You don’t even have to call me oppa. I’m already melting like an ice-cream cone in a warm hand.’
You snorted at his words, and he gave you a long look.
‘I wonder what you pictured just now.’
‘Baekhyun!’
‘Alright, you don’t have to tell me.’ He agreed quickly, beaming at you shamelessly.
You shook your head.
‘It probably has something to do with my dick anyways.’
At this you kicked him lightly with your knee.
‘Ouch. Love hurts.’
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You and Baekhyun stayed up super late (as per usual), talking about your time apart, teasing each other and bickering about pet names. So, when it was time for you to wake up and start getting ready… You decided to have some more beauty sleep.
However, after you ignored a bunch of ‘check-in’ morning messages from your members, the usual procedure was carried out – they sent one of their own to wake you up.
‘Eonni, are you up? We have to move out in an hour.’ Your maknae’s voice reached you through the layers of bedcovers and Baekhyun, who was practically wrapped around you.
Baekhyun.
Opening your eyes, you rose on the bed and rubbed your face to get ahold of reality.
‘Eo- eonni?’
The youngest of the group stood frozen in front of your bed, eyes open wide. Even with your brain barely shaken out of sleep, you realized what stunned her.
The blond man in your bed, who had his arm wrapped around you still, stirred from the noise and laid on his back, stretching out before opening his eyes. Your gaze fell on his exposed chest, and you quickly pulled the duvet up to cover the eloquent scratch you must’ve left on his pec yesterday.
‘What’s going on?’ He asked groggily, and the third person in the room finally broke out of her lethargic state.
‘S-sorry!’ She turned around and sprinted out of your room as if a demon was chasing her.
You called after her, but the click of the door locking announced that she was already gone.
‘Ah, dammit.’ You sighed, rubbing your pulsing temple.
Baekhyun’s hand squeezed your thigh to draw your attention.
‘Sorry. I overslept and one of the girls came to wake me up. Go back to sleep, I’ll deal with it.’ You caressed his cheek gently before turning away to get out of the bed.
‘What are you going to do?’
That was the question you had been asking yourself.
‘I’m not sure,’ you admitted. ‘That was our maknae, so… she’s probably told the entire group already. She is… easily excitable.’
‘Maybe you don’t have to do anything.’ He said, looking up at you.
‘Hm?’
‘Just tell them the truth. You’re not a rookie, no one’s going to kick you out of the group or whatever.’
You sighed. He was right, of course, but… You were scared. Admitting that to your group and management would make all of this official, and there’d be no turning back after that.
‘…or, you can just forget I said that. You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.’
He sounded neutral, yet somehow you knew he only made it seem like he wouldn’t be hurt in this scenario. Baekhyun truly was perfect in those few months you were together, so there was no reason for you to doubt his intentions. And you also liked him, a lot.
Maybe this morning was more of a blessing than a curse?
‘I’ll tell them. I’m tired of sneaking around anyways.’
‘Really? I found that quite exciting. Being your secret lover. Sneaking into your room through the window and all that.’
‘That never happened,’ you laughed.
‘It could’ve!’
‘Shut up,’ you pecked his smiling lips and picked up your phone.
Dozens of new messages in your group chat.
‘Y/N, if you’re not telling us who that ‘blond oppa’ in your bed was, we’re coming over to your room! We’re dying over here!!’
You read the last message out loud to Baekhyun.
‘That’s why I refuse to call you that. As soon as I introduce you to them, it’s going to be ‘Baekhyun oppa’ all the time. I like to be special.’
‘Gotcha,’ he snickered. ‘But princess, text them back before the whole intervention committee walks through that door. I’m not exactly wearing underwear.’
‘Oh crap, I better.’
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A/N: This is it for now with our freshly domesticated bf Baek~ I hope you enjoyed it the ride so far!! Let me know in the comments/ asks and reblog if you liked it ❤️
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scarlet-sky4 · 5 months
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Wolfbound [Baekhyun Wolf AU]
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Pairing: Alpha!Baekhyun x Omega!OC AU: Wolf/ABO Genres: Romance, Supernatural Warnings: Violence, smut in later chapters Click here to read the first chapter: Link
✨✨✨ The natural hierarchy among werewolves is based on a simple concept. Alphas are the strongest, ruling over betas and omegas, the rarest and weakest wolves in society. Life as an omega is difficult, as Chohee knows from experience. Exposed to the whims of her callous alpha, Yejun, she decides to risk everything in a dangerous escape from his pack, breaking his power over her. She flees through several territories, injured and alone, until a fateful encounter changes her plans. Chohee runs right into her soulmate, Baekhyun, an alpha she fears from the very first moment. When she ends up at Baekhyun’s home, dependent on his protection to survive, the young omega struggles against her fate. She refuses to submit to another alpha, fearing history to repeat itself. A single bite from her soulmate would seal their bond and leave her chained to him forever… ✨✨✨
Author's Note: This is my most recent story concept! If you've read my vampire AU Spellbound, you'll probably enjoy Wolfbound as well. The characters' appearances in this AU are inspired by the Exist photoshoot. <3 I can't wait to explore the alpha/omega dynamic with this fic! I wrote a wolf AU before, but not involving a wolf OC, so this will be interesting. The first chapter is already online and can be read on Asianfanfics: Wolfbound. As usual, I won't post individual chapters of my longer stories on tumblr.
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technicallymilkshakes · 11 months
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Sinner
Genre(s): Angst Pairing: Kai x Reader Word Count: 500
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oh you've been endless about him. imagined him breaking your heart thousands of times, but never thought it would've happened.
his hands wrap tightly around your wrists, pressing them into the mattress as he slides up your prone body. your skin erupts in goosebumps where his hair grazes you, in the wake of his breath.
"look at me," he whispers.
you laugh and close your eyes, letting your head fall to the side.
heat blooms against your sternum. your eyes flick open and down. his lips have branded you there. he licks his lips and stares down at you.
"i'm sorry."
"shut up."
"i'll make you love me again."
"i never did."
he smiles sadly.
"liar."
his fingers move in patterns along your body, mapping all your conquered spaces. you can anticipate his moves, the pressure of his fingertips, the way they dig in around your hips and splay against your rib cage. you want to scream that this isn't right. it shouldn't be.
for all the reasons you weren't supposed to love him. for pretending this was something. for the husks of promises he left behind. because he said he'd make you love him again and not that he'd love you back.
yes, once upon a time, you mistook kim kai's black hole for safe orbit.
at last, his hand comes to rest against your chest, that last remaining ocean. he bends down to press his head into his upturned palm.
"forgive me." his voice is wet and whispery. "please, don't go, please please don't go." he clutches your hands and drags them to his lips, prays over them again again again until the words are light enough to sieve through your fingers. air with no substance. but they sink into you like a weight, the reminder heavy and insistent.
it hurts. you quake, and suddenly he is holding you while you cry, through the bucking, the anger. the loneliness that goes on and on.
you feel incandescent. he's crying as if he's hurt. but who did this? who?? you've never loved anyone so much. it's all his fault, so how can you ache for him like this when you're already in such pain? how can you bear it? wanting to stay with him, to break the glass-like distance between your two bodies knowing that the loneliness will persist, will lay with you in his arms, stay there like this, suffocating you even now as you touch.
when you pull away, the gulf between you is already so vast even though you are close enough to kiss him. you see it in his eyes. that he's already registered what's happening. "please..." he says one more time.
you slip away from him, slowly pulling on your clothes. you leave him there on the bed. he watches you leave, red-eyed and immobile. it feels as if the very room is holding its breath. like night encroaching on the sun, the door closes in on him until he is just a sliver, an eye, the corner of a mouth. a possibility.
you shut the door and lock yourself in.
__________________________________ A/N: Inspired, of course, by Kai's Sinner. Thank you for reading! 🌹
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byuntrash101 · 2 years
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Deal with it - Part 2 [END]
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sub!fuckboy!baekhyun x dom!reader + nct jaehyun cameo
angst | smut | ex!au | revenge!au
body writing, oral (f), face riding, degradation, humiliation, deepthroat, fuck boy gets what he wanted, hair pulling, squirting, pegging (yeshhh), multiple orgasm (f & m), exhibistionism, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talkkk (ofc)
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who could have known a little discipline was all that your selfish fuckboy ex needed to turn into the most obidient little puppy?
A/N : not me taking taking 9 months to finally publish this. anywaysss i loved writting it. i hope you do to. please dont hesitate to reblog and come say hi in my asks. ily <3 - Cat
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After that night you didn’t hear from Baekhyun again. No more untimely calls, no more surprise delivery of flowers, chocolates and various teddy bears, no more breaking and entering into your house in the middle of the night. 
But it didn’t feel lonely, quite the opposite actually. It felt peaceful, quiet. Finally. 
It looked like you scared him straight and he finally let go of you. 
You even got the time to forget about him completely. You got the time to finally find yourself again. You went to clubs with your friends when you felt like it or just hung out in your pjs and a messy bun when you wanted. Quite frankly you were growing more and more attached to this freedom and you enjoyed your own company. The joy of not being accountable for anyone except yourself. Not relying on anyone to have fun.
And tonight was precisely one of those nights you decided to gift to yourself. No clubs, no friends and no fuckboy messing up your vibe. Only this date night with yourself. So you did simple make up, slipped on your staple cute little black dress and some matching high heeled sandals just for fun. Just for yourself. Just chilling at home watching the recent season of your favorite netflix tv show, even treating yourself to some succulent pizza. 
The episodes flew by and you were so engrossed in the story that the familiar chime of the doorbell startled you when it rang. You were so captivated by the well paced plot of the show that you had completely forgotten about the very concept of hunger. 
You walk to the front door as your high heels click on the floor. You are so certain that it’s your pizza that you don’t take the time to check through the peephole.
You confidently open the door when you are met with the last face you expected -and desired- to see. 
Byun Baekhyun. Again. 
His brown hair is brushed down on his forehead, the wavy hair and pouty lips giving him that falsely sheepish look he lured you in with a long ago. He is dressed with a long black coat and seemed to be carrying some kind of tote bag you think. In this very dark night you can't make up much more of it and you don't really care to anyway.
“Seriously?” You groan and roll your eyes at him as you hurry to close the door. 
“No please!” he says, stepping in the door frame just like last time.
“What again?” you bite back. “Honestly this is getting quite redundant and irritating” you add with annoyance.
“Sorry I… Just” Baekhyun struggles and stutters, stumbling on his words not quite knowing how to put into words what he has been feeling ever since he came by last time.
Truth is he tried to forget all about you after that night. He tried going on with his life just going back to the person he was. The next day of that night he went to the club, his playground, no more like his kingdom. A place where he knew the rules of the game. Just to get a relief, a quick fix of normality. Just to make sure he still knew who he was. 
He felt in his element, like a fish in the water. He walked through the horny crowd of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. And then he spotted a girl seated at the bar. An easy target. She was attractive enough to be fuckable but not so much so that she was out of his league. In fact it was quite the contrary. And that was ensuring Baekhyun that she was actually going to put some effort into it when he’ll take her to the dirty and booze infused bathroom of the club in 20, no 15 minutes. 
Baekhyun actually got some relief when he chatted up this girl like he was born for it. Pulling the usual game, making her feel like the only girl in the room, like the most interesting person, like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And exactly 13 minutes later he was pushing the door of one of the stalls of the mens’ bathroom. Right on schedule. She latched on to his lips, her tongue tasted like cherry vodka. He silently congratulated himself to have picked that girl. Baekhyun didn’t even ask for her name but she didn’t seem to care as she was already getting on her knees to unbutton his pants. 
But what happens Baekhyun has tried to forget about it ever since. He just couldn't go… No matter how much she slurped and stroked his cock it stayed completely flaccid. Baekhyun’s body was betraying him one more time. He just couldn’t chase away your intoxicating scent, your ravishing looks and your rich taste. He only thought of your arch words and your disgusted eyes. He was only thinking of you.
He was lost, he needed answers and he knew only you could give that to him.
“Would you mind hurrying up? I’d like to go back to my show!” you tap your foot in annoyance as Baekhyun stares at you blankly, tetanized. You sigh deeply. “Okay” you start to push him out of the door frame but he protests.
“No! please! listen to me” he says, weak eyes looking up at you.
“Then speak, boy!” you order, losing patience. 
“It’s just that I don’t know who I am anymore” you blurts out, his two hands balled into tight fists. You tilt your head and frown your eyebrows in confusion.
“Since that night… I haven't been the same anymore. I just can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yeah I know, you’ve been saying that ever since we broke up” you tried to close the door once more but…
“NO! I… I mean it this time”
You sense a strand of sincerity in Baekhyun’s quiet voice and that is a rare sight so you decide to let him continue.
“Listen y/n. I know I fucked you over so many time…” You scoffed. That was clearly an understatement. Sure, if ruinning your life and shatering your self esteem counted as “fucking you over”.
“But over the past few weeks I had a lot of time to think about it and I thought maybe… What I feel. This feeling I get… When I can't stop thinking about you and about what we did last time… Maybe that feeling is just guilt.”
You are shocked. Byun Baekhyun has pronounced the word “guilt” right before your eyes. And more so he said he feels guilty for putting you through hell! Well if you didn’t get over dreaming about him months ago you would swear you were actually passed out on your couch Netflix asking you if you are still watching when in fact you’re just drooling on yourself.
But no this is true. This is reality.
But your state of surprise is about to go from shock to astonishment. When Baekhyun brings out the tote bag and fishes something out.
One huge strap on.
“Maybe if you fuck me like I fucked you many times then maybe you’ll have revenge and I won’t have any reason to feel guilty anymore… 
And I’ll finally stop thinking about you… he thinks.
“And we will both go back to our normal lives.” He says as he hands you the toy.
You have no words. Your jaw just drops as your eyes round up like saucers, fixated on the thing. It’s absolutely massive. The harnesses are made of sturdy and thick leather, you can see that the straps were designed to hold the dildo in place despite vigorous intercourse and all the while preventing the straps from digging into the skin. The belt seems adjustable to be able to fit all sizes. 
But the most impressive part is definitely the actual dildo attached to the leather through a thick metal ring. First of all the vivid purple color makes it easy to peek at all the beautifully carved thick veins in the silicone. Apart from the color it would look absolutely like the real thing. Second of all, it was ridiculously huge. The dildo was thick, very girthy and the length was not to disappoint either. This sight only made your insides tingle in anticipation, without you even realizing.
Only a sight even more enticing could possibly catch your attention and rip your eyes from the devilish device. and that sight is precisely Byun Baekhyun.
Naked to be exact.
While you were admiring the toy Baekhyun started to untie the belt around his waist, pushing the soft fabric off his shoulder and letting the coat fall to the floor. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their socket when you see his naked figure stand in front of you. He stands there completely stark naked on your doorstep. In an inexplicable reflex you pull him inside before the eyes of your nosy neighbors catch something they aren’t supposed to, abandoning the coat outside. 
When you slam the door shut you turn around and take more time to look at him. His cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes are glued on his shoes, his thick white sneakers, the only thing he is still wearing. When your eyes trail up you realize red writing is imprinted all over his soft skin. 
And all of it is absolutely filthy, obscene.
“I did all of this for you” he meekly says, finally daring to speak as you are yourself casted into some sort of silent astonishment. 
Your eyes don't know where to start but you can’t help but notice the beautiful red sharpie letters written all over him. From head to toe beautiful poetry perfectly picturing him.
Whore is written across his whole chest. 
Y/n’s fuck toy is right underneath it on his midriff. While “Please use me” is engraved on his pubic bone. On both of his generous thighs you can read “fuck me” and “please”
A work of art you think instantly. 
Baekhyun’s heart is racing, frantically hammering on his ribs as he peels his eyes from the thick white sneakers to carefully look at you. He still can’t believe he is doing this. Putting himself in this position just to get a chance with you… A chance to forget about you.
But already your two unfathomable orbs are glued to him, darting all over his body and spirit expressed in their purest form. Because his physical being isn’t the only one being exposed it’s mostly about his soul. Finally letting go of what was holding him back just to give it to you on a silver platter. 
His pride. 
Right here, right now Byun Baekhyun was giving up his precious pride.
This shame he feels under your gaze, this feeling that’s pumping hot blood through his veins, this feeling that's rosying his cheeks, that’s making his guts tingle in arousal and slowly souping up his member.
This shame it’s exhilarating. 
“Please do it again” he says. His voice brings your gaze back up to his beautiful face. Sad puppy eyes staring at you with such need, almost desperation. “Please use me again y/n”.
How is this even real ?
You think for a second. Deep down you were persuaded that you didn’t miss Baekhyun at all that it was actually quite a relief to finally be able to breathe. Ever since you broke up with him he had been… well just a pain in the ass.
But now… you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe he was right. Maybe the only way you can truly forget about him was through real, thorough forgiveness and what better way to forgive someone than to just take revenge on them.
Right? Yeah Right!
The silence is unbearable for Baekhyun. He just waits there, vulnerable, defenseless and not to mention still completely nude. He just tries to read your face. Anything to get a hint on what goes on in that head of yours. A twitch of your lips, an imperceptible cock of your brow. But there’s nothing until… Baekhyun sees in the poorly lit (and oh so fateful) corridor the glint of your teeth showing in the dark. The hint he was waiting for: a sinful smirk.
“It’s ‘ma’am’ for you” you almost whisper back.
Your cold voice just transfixes Baekhyun in another dimension right there and then. Finally this chill, this thrill he hasn't been able to find in the arms of any other lover ever since that night.
“You want me to be rough with you huh?” you push him against the heavy front door. 
Baekhyun didn’t expect such an abrupt change in your demeanor so he stumbles and hits the back of his head but nothing could make him happier. He loves the pain but you have so much more in store for him. You take a firm hold of his hardening manhood. 
“I didn’t hear anything” you say as you start to squeeze.
“YES! Yes Ma’am!” he hastens to answer.
“Good boy” you start to praise him as you loosen your grip around him. You start to gently stroke him. His reaction is immediate. Instantly Baekhyun emits small whimpers as his eyes roll back into his head and his jaw drops.
“You like to feel good don’t you?” you whisper as your lips are flush against the skin of his neck. The hot air fanning Baekhyun lifts goosebumps on his skin.
“Yes ma’am” he excels in a small breath. 
“Aww” you coo in mock compassion. Before quickly changing your expression “that’s too bad because I’m not in the mood to please” you say as your hold shifts to his balls. You give him a light squeeze, just tight enough to make your intentions known and clear. Immediately weak at the knees, Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan as he crashes at your feet. You can’t help but to smirk. 
“Already giving up?” you say as you faint disappointment. “Well that's no fun if I can’t even play with you” you gently brush the back of your hand on Baekhyun’s face, urging him to look up at you. He looks exactly how you like. Helpless, needy and vulnerable. Ready to snap at any second.
“Don’t worry puppy” you reassure him “I have many ways to break you” You intertwine your finger around his luscious locks of hair, Baekhyun whimpers submissively as your unforgiving voice sparks electricity in the pit of his stomach making his hard and already dripping cock twitch in anticipation.
You tightly pull on his hair to bring him closer to you. With the other hand you quickly rolled up the black bodycon dress up.
You heard Baekhyun take the faintest gasp as his eyes darted all over the freshly exposed patch of skin. 
“Help me with this” you said as you pointed at your black lace underwear.
Baekhyun nodded and lifted his hand. But you pulled on his hair again, earning a painful cry from him, his eyes were watery and a nice pink blush covered his cheeks and the tip of his nose. The pain immediately reminded Baekhyun of your orders.
“Yes Ma’am” he murmured and attempted to lift his hand again but one more time your grip tightened around his locks of hair. Baekhyun whimpers at the pain and looks up at you puzzled. This time he doesn’t know what you want from him. You smirk as you look at him all flustered and confused. So cute.
“I’ve never seen a puppy use his hands. Use your mouth puppy” you order.
Baekhyun looks surprised but he happily complies. His heart is hamericking against his ribs, blood flows in excitement making him light headed as he approaches, the heat of your body gradually radiating on his face. With extreme care he pinches the soft lace between his teeth and pulls on it. Sliding the underwear all the way down to your ankles.
You feel great satisfaction to look at him bent over on his knees for you. You lift one foot then the other to allow Baekhyun to completely take off your panties.When he looks back up at you he has the lace hanging from his mouth, attentive watery eyes waiting for your next order.
“Give it” you say as you present your hand in front of him he opens his mouth and the lace drops in your hand. “Good boy” you praise him once again. This time your voice is softer and the contrast had Baekhyun’s cock twitching. 
“Now make me feel good. Put that mouth of yours to good use”
“Yes ma’am” Baekhyun hurriedly answers, he is so eager to taste you again, feel you quiver under his tongue and drink your juices. In this moment there’s nothing he desires more than to serve you, to please you.
He approaches his face to your heat. He starts with an open mouth kiss on your bud. Your are surprised by the sensation. You didn’t expect to be this sensitive already and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning right away. You’re guessing that his little teasing strip show got you more worked up that what you anticipated.
Baekhyun kisses you again and again until he feels some tension building up in your thighs. A sign you are enjoying what he’s offering you. So he moves on to the second stage. He starts with timid and shy licks around your nub, carefully circling the bundle of nerves a few times before taking his tongue down to your slit. As soon as he reaches your entrance he realizes how saoked you are. Juices overflowed to your inner thighs and he can't help his hands when they fly to your back to make your pelvis pushed in his mouth. This taste, this smell. He missed it so much. It’s intoxicating. And he can’t get enough. He continuously laps at your heat from entrance to clit, grunting into your folds and he relishes on your taste. Completely forgetting about everything else. 
His eagerness soon is rewarding as you moan softly. You can’t believe how good he is at this. He should have gone down on you a long time ago. Maybe things would have been different.
“Such a hungry little puppy” you say as you pet his head, which makes him let out a soft muffled whimper.
Soon enough Baekhyun’s work starts to pay off as you feel yourself coming closer to the edge.
“Come on make me cum puppy” you order, now tightly gripping his hair. Roughly pushing his face against your folds.
Baekhyun redoubles his efforts, focussing more attention to your bundles of nerves, latching on to it, sucking and licking until he feels your legs tremble at each side of his face while you start to struggle to breathe. 
“Don’t” stop your order out of breath, nails digging into Baekhyun’s scalp as he moans in pain but happily complies.
Finally you get a hold of your release. Legs shaking, barely still holding you up as you let a husky breath, center joyously pulsating on itself, contracting in pure pleasure.
Baekhyun can’t get enough of the inexhaustible source of delicious juice you have become, lapping hungrily at your folds until you gently come down from your high. 
“Good boy” you patted his head as he closed his eyelids. Perfectly mimicking a puppy’s happy face.
Then you pick up the purple toy. Baekhyun’s eyes grow the size of saucers when he sees your delicate hand wrap around the girth. 
“Now let’s play with your new toy”
Baekhyun didn’t know what he expected but he surely didn’t see this coming this quick. He felt unprepared and actually scared. After all this was a first for him. So he only nodded his head slowly.
You sensed worry pooling in his eyes as you strapped yourself inside the intricate lacing. Wide straps securing the toy in place.
“Don’t worry I’ll make sure it slides right in” you said as you smiled wickedly. Strangely enjoying this fear in his eyes.
You brushed your fingers through his luscious hair and gently pulled him from the nape. Urging him to get closer. As avid as he seemed seconds ago, relishing on your folds he now seemed hesitant one might even say frightened.
You pulled a little harsher and Baekhyun’s lips finally brushed against the tip of the toy. He looked up at you with round puppy eyes.
“Open wide” your order, your patience was starting to run thin, and you longed to see him even more miserable than he already was.
As Baekhyun complied hesitantly and slowly parted his lips you accompanied his movement by gently pushing the length of the toy inside his wet mouth. 
The contact of the silicone on Baekhyun's tongue had him whimpering quietly.
“That’s it baby” you praised him.
As you progressed in his mouth you had to apply more and more pressure to ensure a steady progress but as the tip reached the back of his throat Baekhyun started to cough and closed his eyes tight shut.
“No no no” you said, stopping the movement of your hips. “Open your eyes. Keep looking at me.” you ordered.
Slowly Baekhyun peeled his eyes open, and you smirked when you saw him look back at you with tears brewing in eyes, until one spilt over the edge and rolled on his rosied cheek.
“Adorable” you whispered as you craved more of this pitiful expression.
You went back to pushing. Only a couple of centimeters were left for him to be able to fit the  thing in his tiny little mouth. So your left hand went to cup the back of his head and finally with one single powerful movement you thrusted the last two centimeters in. 
And Baekhyun didn’t break eye contact once. Even when the tears were streaming down his face and he gagged. You maintained the toy deep inside his throat for a couple of seconds as thick saliva spilled from his mouth as he was coughing, throughrougly coating the toy, making it nicely lubricated.
“Good boy” you praised again as you pulled out, allowing Baekhyun to gasp for the air he was desperately needing. Burning his stretched throat and lungs.
“Come on” you urged him to take the monstrous toy back in his mouth by brushing the wet tip on his cheek. Barely giving him enough time to chase away the dizzy feeling. When he opened his mouth again you decided to be much less gentle.
You thrusted forcefully, joining Baekhyun’s lips with your pubic bone in one go, and you pulled out immediately only to push back in right away. 
Baekhyun started moaning, bruised lips starting to match the color of the toy.
“That’s it look at me” you sighed. “Look at me while you’re choking on my cock”. You grunted, making Baekhyun’s cock drip.
Baekhyun's throat was being split open by your cock, it felt like he had swollen blades but he couldn't be happier. It was like he belonged here. On his knees, cheeks soaked by your cum and tears and pleasing you.
You picked the pace up a little and grabbed a big tuft of hair ensuring Baekhyun didn’t move as you fucked his pretty face mercilessly. 
When long strings of spit coated the dildo and dripped all over Baekhyun bare thighs, smudging the red sharpie, you knew it was time for the main course. 
When you popped your cock out of Baekhyun’s mouth with a lewd sound he gasped for air and coughed. You looked at him for a second. He looked miserable. His hair was a mess, his chin was coated in saliva, his lips were swollen, eyes were reddened and his cock had leaked a puddle of pre cum on the floor. This tip was beetroot red and swollen. So much that it looked painful and you reckon it was.
“Such a pitiful mess” you whispered as he looked up at you with sad eyes. His cock twitched again when he saw the disdain in your eyes. “Pathetic” your harsh words sent a shiver down his spine and he bit his lips to not ask you for more degrading words.
“Get up” you ordered and Baekhyun did as he wiped tears from his eyes. “Turn around”
You pushed him and he laid his palms flat on the big sturdy door, perking up his ass in an innate submissive reflex.
But when you grabbed the dildo at the base to guide it to Baekhyun’s hole you noticed something shiny in the dimly lit corridor. A plug.
You pulled on the metal plug, you gently took it out as Baekhyun moaned at the sensation. 
The toy left Baekhyun’s ass twitching for more.
“Goog boy you came prepared” you praised as you let the plug fall on the ground, producing a metallic sound on the tiles.
You started to circle the tip on his greedy little hole, buttering it up with the lubricant Baekhyun so gracefully produced for you and then you aligned the tip with his ass.
He stayed completely still, ass perked up in the air, heart pounding in his chest and eager for more. Eager to finally being fucked dumb by your big cock.
But he waited and nothing came, he dared to slowly turn around only to be met with your carnivorous smile and your cold eyes. He whimpered, getting on tip of his toes whining to get some friction.
“Tell me what you want’ you asked, the tip of your cock circling his more the welcoming asshole.
Baekhyun whined again, just unable to say out loud all the lewd things that were running through his mind.
“Tell me” you growled.
Baekhyun squirmed and whined but didn’t speak. You landed a big slap on his ass cheek as you were losing patience. The burning pain pulled a high pitched moan from Baekhyun’s lips as he arched his back, silently begging for more.
You granted his unspoken wish, this time lifting both hands to spanking him. He moaned and sighed, legs trembling from anticipation.
“I want you to fill me with your big cock, ma’am.” He whispered.
“Continue” you ordered as you pushed the tip in ever so slightly.
“I want to be fucked stupid, ma’am” Baekhyun said a little louder, closing his eyes focussing only on his ass. You pushed in a little more again.
“Keep talking"
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk or sit” You kept on pushing your cock inside him, streching him slowly and steadily and he kept on humilating hiself.
“I want to forget my name. I want to become your cocksleeve, your toy, your whore. Cause that’s all I’m fucking good for. A dumb fuck toy.” Baekhyun rambled, completely losing his mind to your thick cock stretching his walls. Until you fitted the whole length inside the bottomless hole.
You rewarded him with another harsh slap on his red ass which seemed to suck in the dildo even more as Baekhyun was panting, rock hard and untouched cock pressed against the cold front door.
But you didn’t give him time to breathe. You started to pull out and push back in again, rocking your hips. Baekhyun moans out loud, getting drunk on the delicious sensation that was straining his abdomen. His hole was so perfectly swallowing every vein of your cock, making the whole thing disappear inside him only to push it back out, each time rubbing so deliciously on his prostate, accompanied with a long string of moans.
“Fuck! it’s so good” he cried, nails digging in the sturdy door.
“Oh yeah?” you asked as you slapped his ass again earning a pained groan from your ex.
“Yeahhh” he screamed “I fucking love your cock”
“What a fucking pathetic slut you are” you fisted his hair for support with one hand and landed an other slap with the other one.
“Please, ma’am, don’t stop” Baekhyun begged as he felt his high getting closer. But…
Ding dong.
The front door bell rang.
The pizza!
You completely forgot about it and to be fair you were doing something that really kept your mind off your empty stomach. 
You slowed down your thrusting but didn’t stop. Baekhyun whimpered when he felt his climax slip through his fingers, desperately squirming to get you to dick him down again.
But one firm hand on his hip kept him still.
You reached out for your purse sitting right next to you on the console in the hall and fished out your wallet.
“Take that and pay for my pizza.”
Baekhyun turned around to look at you.
“Right now?” he exclaimed, panic tinting his voice.
“Yes now” you affirmed, inflexible.
Baekhyun knew he had to oblige if he wanted to get the chance to cum. He pulled a couple of bills from the wallet and opened the door and you were still giving him lazy and slow strokes.
When Baekhyun opened the door he was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a whole, trying to hide the gigantic “whore” written on his chest. He didn’t dare to look at the delivery guy in the eyes. He was only praying that the darkness of the hall would conceal the lewd scene that was going on.
“It will be 15$” the delivery guy said.
And for a second it did and maybe it would have continued if only Baekhyun hadn’t spoken.
“Ok” Baekhyun squeaked. Trying his hardest not to moan as he was able to feel each vein of your cock pulling his asshole inside out with this slow pace.
“Baekhyun?” The delivery guy called in the dark.
What were the odds? Right?
At the -unexpected- mention of his name Baekhyun looked back up only to be met with the eyes of one his best friends. One that regularly served as wingman with his fuckboy club of heartbreakers.
“Jaehyun?” he asked, voice getting caught in throat. Jaehyun’s face was contorted with aberration as saw his best friend in a position he would have never imagined. Bent over, ass being split open by you. 
And the temptation was too great, to not make him even more traumatized.
Without hesitation you started to thrust at full speed again, slightly angling your hips down to make sure you were right on Baekhyun’s prostate. 
The sudden pleasure took Baekhyun by surprise. Your cock just felt too good. He couldn’t help but to moan. He couldn't control himself. He started to moan, eyebrows knitting in pleasure as his eyes were locked with his best friend’s. 
It was too much. The veins, the pace, the length, your powerful thrusts, the angle perfectly rubbing his prostate, the horrified eyes of Jaehyun forced to witness such a depraved show. It was too much. Baekhyun’s cock was dripping so much precum as it was shaken with every thrusts and he was shamefully moaning as if nobody was watching. The only thing keeping him from cumming was sheer force of will.
“Now be a good pup and cum for me. Right now” you ordered as you slapped his ass again, the sharp sound making Jaehyun startled, ramming your cock inside in his tired hole with barbaric force. Baekhyun just couldn't disobey orders.
“Yeshhh ma’ammmm” Baekhyun screamed as he finally let himself over the edge. His hard and swollen cock spilled his cum all over as it was jumping up and down with every thrust. His cum splashed on his thighs and abs but also on the door and floor and he thinks maybe even on Jaehyun’s shoes.
He never came this much, not even to the countless times he pictured your cock inside his ass and he stroked his cock until it was painful. It felt like his balls were absolutely dried out.
Jaehyun didn’t even wait for Baekhyun to come down from his high and ran for the hills. Leaving the him with the ruffled bills still in his fist and the pizza getting cold on the doorstep, joining Baekhyun’s coat.
But you didn’t care one bit. 
You pulled Baekhyun back inside and slammed the door shut. Baekhyun collapsed to the ground, worn out and out of breath.
As Baekhyun caught his breath he didn’t notice you slip out of the strap-on. You turned him over, making him roll on his back only to sit yourself right on his still half hard length.
Baekhyun produced the most high pitched moan, squirming under you.
Your pussy slipping right over his cock, lubricated by both of your cums.
You groaned in pleasure pushing your head back.
“Please. I just came” Baekhyun whined.
But you started to move your hips back and forth. The friction was divine, his pubic bone perfectly rubbing on your sensitive clit.
“Pleaseeee” Baekhyun cried out. Tears pooling in his eyes again.
“Such a sensitive cock you have there” You lifted your hips to smash them on his again. “I figured I might as well try to suck you dry” you laughed as you used him as a toy. Only focusing on your own pleasure. Forcefully making him hard again.
Baekhyun moans and whimpered under you as you had your way with him. Torturing his cock with merciless oversimulation.
It didn’t take long until your back and forth had you and Baekhyun over the edge. Your squeezing pussy milking Baekhyun’s every last drop of cum by force. Forcing him into a second orgasm even more powerful than the previous one, making his eyes roll in his skull and drool all over his chin as his body shook uncontrollably. 
You pussy delicious twitch to completion, clenching as Baekhyun filled it up with hot cum. Your juices spraying in a powerful stream, completely soaking Barkhyun’s face, hair and chest, making the sharpie bleed out as you moaned out loud. Slowing down and allowing both of yourself to come down from your highs gently. 
You crashed on the cool tile floor next to him, out of breath and completely satisfied. Baekhyun looked like a mess; completely fucked out dumb.
“Good boy” you sigh, petting his head. As he smiled back at you, eyes turning into crescents. 
Maybe I should keep him as a pet.
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jxstadaydreamer · 1 year
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welcome home, sergeant
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Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader Genre: fluff, suggestive Word count: 988
Summary: You welcome Chanyeol home from his military service with a game.
Warnings: mentions of shooting and bullets (NERF guns and foam bullets!), strip tease
Author's Note: This is SO late but life got busy around the time Chanyeol was discharged and then I fell into a not so good headspace that I am still crawling my way out of. I am still slowly, but surely, working on something for his birthday too so hopefully that one will come out in time! Please enjoy this belated piece. Are we all excited for PCY1!? I firmly believe that will cure everything 😂
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548 days. 548 days he had been gone. 548 days had finally passed and today is the day he is finally coming home.
Okay, maybe you’re being a little dramatic. You were lucky times had changed and enlisted soldiers could now access to their phones while serving, off duty of course. Not to mention the multiple vacation times he had earned where he could come home for a couple days here and there. But now, the difference is that he won’t have to leave again. Now he will be home for good, no more teary goodbyes and promises of “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
You had planned with his family, his parents and grandparents would go to to pick him up from the discharge site and then they would meet his sister and her husband for a nice lunch. He was a little upset upon hearing that you wouldn’t be joining them but you made some suggestions about your inability to keep your hands off him while he’s in uniform and, well, he couldn’t complain about that. He’s well aware of how handsome and manly he looks in his full uniform - the camo print suit, the special warrior and sergeant rank badges, the beret, the black lace up boots - and the effect it had on you.
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Stepping through the threshold of the apartment, he is completely expecting you to greet him on the spot but is instead met with complete stillness and silence, not even the pitter patter or yippity yap of the dogs speedily rounding the corner.
Taking off his boots and dropping his bag, he makes his way further into the living space where he finds an unusual sight, an array of NERF guns with a handwritten note above them.
Welcome home, Special Warrior SERGEANT Park Chanyeol of the 9th Infantry Division, White Horse Unit!
A smug smile spreads across his features reading the way you address him.
You may have proven your skills on the field but I have yet to witness them with my own eyes. Show me you’re worthy of the title you have been given and the praise you have received. Your success will be rewarded accordingly.
CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON
If there was anything Chanyeol loved, it was a challenge. And with the added promise of a reward? From you? His competitive, passionate fire is set ablaze.
Picking up his gun of choice and checking it’s loaded, he straps on a belt with extra ammunition before scoping the room and figuring out where you could be hiding. He dives dramatically and tumbles across the space, appearing directly in front of your hiding spot behind the sofa. Exactly like you had anticipated, allowing you to shower him in foam bullets before making your speedy getaway. You hear his throaty chuckle as you quickly run down the hallway to your next planned location. Because of course you had to have a game plan when going up against Chanyeol. The man might come off as a playful, goofy giant but when it comes to winning, he puts his big brain energy to good use. But you know him well enough to be able to predict his movements, maybe just as much as he knows yours which makes this an interesting battle indeed.
The next half hour or so is filled with giggles, crashes into the wall and furniture, loud footsteps running and multitudes of flying bullets coating the floorspace of the apartment. ‘Til eventually, a strong arm rounds your waist and pulls you in as you sneakily try to pass the doorway of your bedroom, having lost track of where he had gone.
You’re thrown onto the bed and quickly pinned down by him straddling your hips and holding your wrists above your head, staring down at you with hungry eyes.
“Enough with the games, baby. Where’s my reward?”
“Right here, Sergeant.” you say sweetly, puckering your lips.
Chanyeol own lips quirk up in a smirk, lowering himself to you for a kiss.
But before he knows it, the moment he loosens his hold on your wrist you lock your hands around his own and roll him over so you’re now looking down at him triumphantly, sitting on top of his hips. Chanyeol is looking up at you with wide eyes, blinking like a fool trying to process what the hell had just happened.
“Hm,” you tap a finger on your lips questioningly, “maybe you’re not so worthy of your title after all.”
“Hey! That’s not fair! I was caught off guard! You were already just about to give me my reward! I want my re-”
He stops mid-protest when he sees you peeling off your t-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. Jaw dropping, eyes mesmerised and tracing over the sight of your skin being exposed to him. His hands move with a mind of their own, reaching up to touch you but you quickly slap them away.
You slowly stand up to your full height above him, turning around and looking back at him over your shoulder as you tuck your thumbs inside the waistband of your shorts and slide them down your legs, making sure that you bend over at the waist to give him a full view of his reward.
When you decide you’ve given him enough time to appreciate your assets, you turn back around and assume your previous position. Although now, there was a growing bulge beneath you, a clear answer to your next question.
“Is this reward to your liking, Sergeant Park Chanyeol?” You speak his name breathily, emphasising each word.
He nods rapidly, before reclaiming his cool, growling and grabbing at you. Chanyeol flips you back over so you’re beneath him and brings his face close to yours, enough that you can feel the heat of his breath but not enough for your lips to touch.
“But I like this better.”
His position is top after all.
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loeyshandtattoo · 8 months
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hindsight (chapter 1) | park chanyeol x reader
a/n: finally, i did some few alterations on how the first chapter would look like, i hope all the readers would be able to understand how my fictional mind is taking its place, but here you are! thanks for staying tuned for the publishing of the first chapter.
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, everything that is mentioned does not depict facts.
warning: mention of cuss words
word count: 3.9k words
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pictures are from pinterest**
THE SCHOOL uniform was being hung on the hook by the careful maids as my eyes were adjusting to my newly found consciousness. The school emblem is printed on the jacket, and the plaid skirt has a hem that ends on the knee. Then Anne entered the room with a smile. "Good morning, Young Miss," she said.
"Good morning, Anne, I replied.
Anne smiled dearly and opened the curtains, which allowed the rays of the sun to enter the room. Then the delightful Charity entered the room with an iPad in hand.
"Young Miss, I hope you had a wonderful night's rest. Here is your schedule for today, she says as she hands me the iPad. I rolled my eyes at the continuous scheduled activities. In the world of elite society, you must always make publicity, as we are prominent figures representing our heritage far from home.
Our Asian elite society has been the most refined selection of people in the east coast, specifically in Manhattan where most of the members of the high-class people are situated, as for my family who are one of the upper elites, we were expected to live in the most elegant way possible and that is how we managed to own an estate in Upper East Side of NYC, most aristocratic families also reside with us in this area, our noble families with what we say, ‘of blood’ reside in a foreign country for multiple of reasons, and that is first, to preserve the remaining Asian nobility from eradicated monarchial governments, our ancestors way back before, as monarchial form of government was being threatened and new forms were arising, their titles were being threatened and some people made violent attempts on ending the lives of the nobility, so that is how with all the money they had left, fled to America.
"I thought we had cleared out all the events for the rest of this month. Was it not possible to inform me there were some to follow?" I asked her as I palmed my forehead.
Charity remained silent, prompting me to apologize for my erratic behavior: "Char, I am sorry."
She sighed, "It’s alright, Young Miss. I understand the frustration." She completely assured me that my anger is valid. I felt embarrassment and decided to find purchase from the comfort of my comforter, and Anne immediately tapped on my shoulder as it was her time to make the bed, eliciting a growl as I sat up and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
"Char. Do you mind giving me more details about this event I am going to?" I asked her. I glanced to see that she was ensuring that my uniform was clean and ironed well, as Mom is a bit strict about going outside with cloth wrinkles; she says that is very peasant style.
Charity opened her iPad as she assessed this later event: "The yangban association hosted a charity auction for children of orphanages all across South Korea, and as the lady of the Byun household who is about to debut anytime soon, you have to show that you are prepared." Charity explains as I step out of the comfortable bed. The lace nightgown, with its fabric that can be felt on my skin, Then I arranged the bed to not add more work for Anne and the rest of the maids.
Our family’s roots originate back in Korea, and after the Japanese seized our land, my great-grandfather had to take his family to America for safety as our titles were stripped from us together with the royal family. The title given to us from the Yangban was the highest ranking in the caste system of the Joseon dynasty. As we lost identification as members of the yangban, our family was referred to as refugees only and not those of respectable position, just like we once used to. However, as Asian monarchies started to falter in power, they also found refuge in America.
As part of the peace treaty that was signed by Japan with the U.S. after the war, as atonement for causing disruption, the noble clans that fled from Korea were given the right to reestablish their titles with the help of the surviving Royal family of Korea where they can be situated in the area of Manhattan, and they were the highest noble being looked up by all members of the elite society today as they are the major restorationist of our society—they all refer to this as the Day of Miracle, and just like those of European nobility structure and inspired from the Goryeo’s nobility structure as well, we were granted of Dukedom, Earldom, Viscounty and Baron, and the Byun family was entitled to Dukedom to my grandfather and passed down to my father, and will be in turn passed down to my brother, Baekhyun. The secret royal family back at that time in the reestablishment of our titles, they chose 9 most trustworthy men to look over to the major provinces of the country and that is how my father, Byun Min became the duke of South Jeolla province, and the surviving members of the yangban most especially military leaders were granted Earldoms and Barons, and while the remaining Joseon intellectuals who were not granted Dukedoms were given the Viscounty title, with that formed the House of Yangban comprising of Korea’s nobility, and they are given the authority as condition of the U.S. for aiding Korea back in the Korean War to authorize the nobility to be involved in the political affairs with the connections from the secret royal family.
"School day, first period, you have Algebra that will be taken up for the rest of the morning and Literature after lunch; afterwards, you have to meet your instructor as it is a Monday; and then, once you are home, you will meet up with Haley for your hair and makeup for this evening’s event."
What an eventful day!
My friend, Angel, also said that her family would show up at the Masquerade charity event later that evening. Although Angel’s family is not part of yangban and is one of the lower elites of Elite High Society, through her mother’s connections with the head of yangban, their family was invited to this high-class event.
The elite high society held a caste system that the Yi Clan created, which was the upper elite, mainly aristocrats, as they were the real purpose for the establishment of the society. The rest are called the lower elites, which follow the class of businessowners filled with Asian billionaires and millionaires, but as far as I am concerned, they also have their own ranking system, and lastly, the most recent addition to the lower elite society are Asian celebrities; they formally decided to add celebrities as they are important for publicity.
Angel was part of the businessowner class, and their father is a well-known billionaire.
Hearing from my friend Angel that she would also be attending the charity event had me at peace because sometimes I hate showing up to these kinds of functions, and they do bore me every single damn time.
Once we were fully settled into the class, Sir Hwang finally entered the room and now introduced the topic, the objectives, and the date of the quiz.
After class, Angel and I exited the room as I noticed the familiar figure lurking around the hallways of the school. "Hey, sis. This evening’s charity event—are you going to attend?" He asked.
"Yeah, and what about it?" I asked while reorganizing my textbooks inside the locker.
Baekhyun pleaded, "Can you tell Mom and Dad that I can’t come over for the auction event later? Hearing this, I slammed my notebook against the expanse of his chest. "Hey! You need to be there. I don’t want you to get scolded by Dad for saying that you are irresponsible, and all those things that he is saying about you hurt my feelings, I whined at him.
"You really, for sure, don’t want me to get scolded?" Baekhyun quirked a brow. I chuckled and pleaded with him to go, but he said about bringing his best friend, which is going to throw Dad off again.
Well, my brother’s best friend belongs to the businessowners class, which makes my dad bitter about his son hanging out with boys with no certain future at all, which is what aristocrats think of businessowners. My dad thinks that Elite high society should only be limited to those of aristocrats and not people with no class despite owning a very large amount of money. "You should really stop hanging out with that dude, honestly," I advised him.
With the ongoing caste system that has created division and inequality among the elites, this has led to reforms among the children of lower and upper elites. People of upper elites are for people of upper elites in different engagements, and most especially marriage, the head of yangban strictly wants to impose the idea that to show gratitude to the secret royal family, we must keep our blood blue. That is why all children of upper elites also have after-school classes in the afternoon to teach us the way of the yangban and the morals.
But as our elite society struggles to modernize, some of the aristocrats break the normality and stereotype of not mingling with other people, but the majority, with their moral views and principles, regard this as a preposterous act of gratitude. What happened to the famous Confucian moral of karma?
Baekhyun sighed, C'mon, Cali, don’t be like Dad as well; we should stick up for each other."
"Sure thing, and yet here you are telling me earlier about your plans to ditch me." Baekhyun laughed and replied, "Fine. I will be there with Chanyeol." I simply sighed as I made my way to the lounge to eat lunch with Angel.
The white gown paired with a feathery white mask was the outfit that my mom had planned out for me. She shared with me her thoughts about how I look clean and innocent in white. The stylists then went inside my room and smiled. "This is the third time this month, Young Miss." I chuckled at her comment.
"Look forward to more. The debutante season is fast approaching." I added further and grinned at Haley. Then my mom entered the room and greeted Haley, saying, "Haley, about Calista’s makeup. Please make her look innocent, and for the hair, I want it loose with soft curls. For the accessories, let Cali choose." Mother spoke softly to Haley and the rest of the stylists.
After she was done discussing the details, she looked at me through the mirror and held my shoulder, saying, "Dearest, I’ll leave you for a while. See you later, beautiful." She kissed my cheeks and went straight for the door to exit my room.
Haley was amazing as she handled the styling process, and now it's as if mom’s desires were printed onto my face. I loved the look and thanked Haley for an amazing job.
Anne then entered the room and complimented, "You look beautiful, Young Miss." She spoke with a grin. Then the maids began unzipping the fabric of the ggown,and since I already wore the underdress while my makeup was being prepared, I searched through the drawers of the display table in the middle of the closet, where rows of jewelry were placed. Once I was ready for the event, I sprayed my favorite Jo Malone perfume.
Baekhyun later informed me that he won’t hitch a ride with us and is going to drive with Chanyeol to the event. "When will that boy straighten up?" Dad expressed his frustration about Baekhyun. He was his heir, after all.
"Min, let the boy savor the last moments of his high school." My mom ensures that Baekhyun will straighten up at the right time. "Bit-na, that boy in the next two months will graduate and choose Harvard, Yale, or Stanford. Oxford, Cambridge, and the rest of the good schools of his choice. When in his dictionary will he understand the definition of professionalism? Now that I know that the only heir of Park Enterprise is part of his circle!" Dad expressed his madness. My dad is a bit of an egoistic man; well, owning such a company and earning his pride with it made him be like this. Back when I was still in my toddler years, I remember that he was still like Baekhyun—more of a goof ball and a laughing festive in the room—and the monthly visits to grand-pabi except when he died when I reached the glorious age of fifteen, and now all the matters are left in his hands.
But Mom was still the regular Mom; she was caring but demanding; she was softspoken but insulting; she was kind but sometimes looked down at me with disdain. Imagine doing that to your only daughter. My thoughts stopped flowing when she calmed Dad with a chuckle: "Aigoo Min, admit it; that was the only way that I got attracted to you. Baekhyun with that attitude will find himself a beautiful lady soon." She assured dad there was nothing wrong at all.
The Met was still the same since the time that mother hosted that party; the Met is a regular setting that almost all the Yangban use for functions like this and other aristocratic houses.
My eyes searched for Angel, and she was nowhere to be found. I sighed and chose to isolate myself in a nearby garden and perhaps wait there for a moment while her family arrived at the event. However, my desires for isolation were cut short when Mom pulled me to a group of ladies conversing on the side.
"There you are, Cali!" Mom greets, and I notice that she is not alone and is accompanied by a group of ladies that look familiar. Ah, those were the madhatters that Angel and I used to call. They sort of know by heart and by mouth the living conditions of the elite society from manners, but not from control of the mouth. Put them together in a room and make a mess, and you won’t be sleeping comfortably during the night for the next few months considering their chatter that can potentially destroy someone.
For all I know, they are the ones spreading gossip around the upper elite.
Lady Hee looked absolutely dashing with her baby blue mask designed with gold sparks all over it, saying, "I have the best venue in mind for your eighteenth birthday, which also reminds me that it marks your debut to high society!—and they’re also the traditional females. Since most of them are members of the Yangban Association,  they are pretty meticulous, especially when representatives like us from the Yangban House are concerned.
Lady Hee announced, "In Lake Como, my dearest."
This had rendered me silent. "In Italy, your ladyship?" I asked her politely as Mom was observing us.
She nodded with excitement and said, "You will appreciate how fine that place would be, Calista." She advised me to choose that place instead.
"I’m afraid your ladyship has gone over the top, I replied.
"Byun Calista." My mom scolded me.
I held it in instead and replied, "On second thought, Lake Como would be fine. My apologies for answering in a bad tone when you’re doing us a favor."
Then I saw Angel's family arrive. "How about we discuss my debut plans further next time when my mom has finally reserved Lake Como? I smiled—and that was the fakest smile I can pull. "Excuse me, ladies." I bid and finally sighed in relief that I got out of it; it was a hassle communicating with those kinds of people. They are too close-minded.
"I saw you back there with the madhatters chattering away with your mom. Are you alright?" Angel asked. I nodded. "It looks like I am celebrating my debut in Italy."
She laughed. "Do you think they are pulling a secret plan to embarrass you, Cali?"
I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Feels more like it, Angel. I just want to celebrate my birthday by just going on a shopping spree in the Upper East Side and hiding away in South France, I ranted.
Angel examined my white gown and the white mask. "Not to mention you look so beautiful and divine today, Cali!" She complimented. I chuckled, "Yes, Angel. You look stunning tonight as well, I assured her, which elicited a laugh from Angel.
"Angel, we are leaving! She exclaimed. But she only got here!
She added, "If not for your mother, Calista, you two would still be conversing happily." She spoke.
I sighed. "What did my mother do again, auntie?" I queried. Angel also conditioned her mother by asking a few questions here and there, and she assured her daughter that she was alright and fine, but she explained how my mother and the rest of the madhatters only invited her to be their source of comedic outbursts at the party. I groaned in frustration at how much my mother and the rest of the aristocratic ladies are supposed to be acting within their morals, and yet here they are insulting Angel’s mother.
"I apologize on her behalf; I’ll make sure that she won’t do it next time." Angel’s mother smiled, which prompted Angel to also bid her goodbyes. "See you at school tomorrow, alright?" She said, and I nodded, and we both hugged before she left.
The idea of isolation came back to mind, and thus I made my way through the garden to at least put every noise inside behind me and think straight. I pulled a dime from my clutch and exclaimed, "Ugh. I hate it here." I exclaimed with an annoyed tone and tossed the coin to the fountain as it made a blobbing noise.
"Same with you." A masculine tone disrupted my moment and I faced a man with a black mask wearing a tuxedo with a matching bowtie. His hair was styled, his lips were a bit glossy, and he had dark chocolate orbs. "At least I am not the only one feeling the same thing, I replied as I searched through my clutch again, not minding about this man in front of me.
After finding another dime that I found in my bag, I handed it to him, and he broke into a smile on his face.
"A dime?" He asked with a curious tone. He was not thinking clearly at all. Well,  I would not be thinking the same way if he were in my position.
My eyes darted to him. "Toss it; don’t keep it." I scoffed.
"You know these don’t actually work, he said, and I glanced at him.
"Still. Does it still matter when these wishes come true?"
"No matter how much you wish, in the end you would somehow end up regretting it. So, I don’t expect, and I don’t have a piggy bank either." I explained to him, and he ended up laughing at my reasoning.
But he still tossed the coin into the fountain, and silence remained, as if he were making a wish. Even though I don’t believe in these wishing fountains and all, I hope whatever this man is wishing doesn’t come true.
"Have I seen you somewhere?" He asked.
I smirked and answered, "Is this not the whole point of masquerade?"
"I did not agree on the fact that it would hinder me from seeing your beauty, he replied.
He is flirting with me! Such a creep! I was stabilizing myself in case this man is a stalker or someone who can be potentially dangerous. "Stop with the flirting." I warned him and was ready to walk away, but when I heard his voice, I stopped any further movement.
"Too bad a Duke must find himself a wife." I was surprised by what he said, which made me scoff, and I made a vomiting sound just to freak him out, perhaps.
"I’m sorry, Sir. I think you have mistaken me for some prostitute, but just so you know I am not, don’t pick me up as if I am some desperate woman, and has it not occurred to you that children of aristocrats are betrothed? We can’t pick who we exactly want to marry."
He laughed. "Okay, chill, woman. I’ll make sure that you won’t happen to be engaged to me."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Go ahead, and I’ll make sure of that." I spoke and strutted my way out of the garden. I was exhausted from bickering and the madhatters as well, and I wanted to go back home.
At least I know someone.
"Going once, going twice... Sold to His grace, Duke of South Jeolla, he announced.
Then I saw Baekhyun clapping happily like a seal, and then I strutted towards him and recognized that I was walking towards him. Hey, sis, you look beautiful." He smiled as he eyed me from head to toe.
"Ew, Stop it. Take me home." I commanded him to. His brows furrowed again. "Don’t you dare fucking ask." I pointed a finger at him. He placed down his glass of whisky and said, "You’re perfectly able to drive?" I made sure to condition him first. He nodded, smiled at me, and grabbed the bunch of keys with that clinking sound. "Let’s go, sis." I guess he was also eager to leave; at least I am not alone.
I went to my mom and told her that I wanted to go home and had studying as an excuse.
"Okay, dear. Be careful on your way home." She kissed my cheeks and had to bid farewell to my dad as well. Since I would only be stuck inside my room, barely make any movement, and sleep afterwards.
Then I rushed towards Baekhyun and said, "Let’s get out of this shithole."
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Wow, this car runs so smoothly, and since when did dad gift you a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail? " I asked him, then he shook his head. "I wish," He chuckled, and then I was baffled.
"The fuck, whose car is this then?" I yelled at him. I’m too young to be accused of kidnapping!
"Chill. This is Chanyeol’s car! He exclaimed.
Flabbergasted, "The fuck, Baekhyun!" I yelled.
"Cali, we’re about to crash if you don’t stop yelling at me!" Baekhyun complained. I tried to calm myself down. I looked over to my window and then decided to remain silent instead and not speak of anything.
Baekhyun initiated another talk: "Is it me or you have some sort of distaste against my friend? I gazed at him and raised a brow. "You have eight friends. Be specific, I told him.
"Park Chanyeol in particular, he said. Oh, no. He was getting into that subject.
I decided to distract myself with my phone that was in my clutch. "Yeah, and what about him?" I asked him to try to act dumb.
Baekhyun spoke, "Don’t act all dumb, Calista. You have known him since when you were in fifth grade."
"I don’t want to talk about your best friend, Baek, I pleaded, yet he insisted as he rested his other arm from the steering wheel and his left hand manipulating the wheel, and I could see the gifted Rolex on his wrist.
"Byun Calista, you had a crush on Park Chanyeol. I knew about it ever since." Wow, imagine hearing it from him.
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sooghostwriter · 1 year
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Third Name
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Member/Pairing: Do Kyung Soo x OC
Genre/Type: Smut, Mature, Romance, Royalty/ Dictatorship AU, Action, Time jumps. Multichapter.
Word count:  8250 words.
Summary: Anna has a plan for her own freedom. Prince Kyung Soo has one for the nation. She thinks she is meeting her enemy, he just wants to meet her. When the revolution begins he will need her help to claim their freedom.
PS: I block empty blogs.
Chapter 11
Kyung Soo’s face begging her to take him out of there was hunting her. 
It was the first time Anna saw him like that, and she wasn’t planning on letting him there suffer for much longer. So this meeting with Minseok, Sehun, and Chanyeol had to be the last one. 
“If we are taking him out we can't just take him, we have to make it look like a kidnapping, make a huge deal about it, use it as a distraction,” Minseok said very seriously. 
“For what?” Chanyeol asked, almost angry. Not with Minseok, but with everything. He and Sehun were filled with frustration since they couldn’t leave the Clan’s hideouts, unable to help anybody, especially their friend. 
“So the Clan can start moving and also to bomb his uncle's reputation” The three of them looked at Minseok asking for more details.
“If Kyung Soo just disappears he could use it, say that he ran away, or straight up fake his death and take the crown, if we kidnap him he is going to have to explain some things to the Crown and at least they will look for him” 
“I see, we are going to put him in a tight spot, I like that, me and Chanyeol will take care of it and Anna is in charge of kidnapping her boyfriend" She liked the idea, although at this point she would agree to any plan. Anna asked them the only thing she cared about now. 
"When is this happening? " Minseok told them to prepare for that Friday. 
That night, and the ones that followed, she visited Kyung Soo and shared with him their plan. His eyes shone and he promised that he would follow the rules, without asking for explanations. 
Anna explained everything with details and made him repeat some important parts of the plan to check if he was paying attention. 
"As long as you are with me we will be ok, but if we split for some reason you need to stay in the castle hidden, they are never going to search for you here, they are going to assume that we took you out" She told him holding his hand as soon as she notice how nervous he was. 
"Who is going to help you?" He asked, offering both of his hands for her to hold.
"I was told that it's about time to tell you this, and it's going to be a lot, so interrupt me when you think it's needed because you have a question or it's just too much" Kyung Soo assured her that he was going to do so and also remain calm. 
Anna spoke without interruptions about the Clan. Kyung Soo only listened and stared at her with his big round eyes. 
"With your illness and your parents death the Order is currently in a malleable state, they could support you and wait for you or just choose your uncle as the next king, if that were to happen, the people would take the hardest part and the Clan would have to change the course of actions radically… your uncle has his own people, his own ideas and connections with other countries that could start a coup" Kyung Soo covered his face with his hands, breathing heavily. 
"And if they chose me, what was the original plan? " He asked after calming himself down. 
"You were going to start your own coup against the Order, with the support of the Clan"
"So a civil war?" Anna began repeating what Minseok said to her. 
"The goal was always to create a citizen movement stronger than the crown and its army, use the least amount of confrontation between citizens…I think we are almost there, but things have to speed up, and we will see what kind of force is needed after we take you out of here" 
"We can't avoid confrontation then" He commented with resignation.
"No we can't, but you know?  The Clan has gained so many followers… and even if they don't consider themselves as followers, the amount of people that's against the crown is the majority now, so I would say that we could have a short period of confrontation" Anna tried to inject some positivity in him. 
"You think so?... But all these people resent me too. Why would they follow the Clan knowing I'm part of It " The sadness in his voice made her reach for his face and caress his cheeks softly. 
"I wouldn't be so sure, people have always liked you, they think you are different from your family… I changed my mind after meeting you " She ended, feeling a bit shy. 
Kyung Soo hid his face in her hand with a shy chuckle. 
"Everything you say surprises me, but nothing seems strange, I'm taking it in with much ease" 
"I've noticed it, I'm quite relieved " Silence fell upon them, a calm silence. Anna kept caressing his face and Kyung Soo rested a shy hand on her leg. 
"I take your touch with much ease too" He teased. 
"You definitely do" 
"I have been dreaming with you a lot," Kyung Soo confessed, his eyes closed.
"Tell me about them" She invited him. 
"You appeared in a room, covered in spider webs and with your feet wet, it was a big room covered with paintings, probably here in the castle. You said that Sehun told you to go there using the passages,  then… " Anna stopped him covering his mouth. 
"Let me finish your story so you can see that it wasn't a dream but a memory" Anna told him how he helped her dry her feet, cleaned her hair and then trained her for the first time. His eyes kept growing bigger and bigger, nodding with her as she described his dream. As if she had been there. 
Because she did. 
As Anna said, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. 
"What about my other dreams, are those memories too?" Anna couldn't know, so she listened to the ones he remembered, and to their surprise, she knew all of them. 
Kyung Soo heard the deaf noise of the two guards falling unconscious. And just a couple of seconds later, two guys appeared through his doors. 
"Chanyeol? Sehun?" Kyung Soo called them, but regretted it immediately after seeing the excitement in the eyes of one of them. 
"You remember us?" He asked, his eyes beaming. 
"No he doesn't, Anna told her about us coming" The other tall man answered, stealing the words from his mouth. 
"I don't remember you… " Kyung Soo tried to explain, but the same guy interrupted him. 
"But you feel like you know us, we know, I'm Sehun, this is Chanyeol" He pointed at the guy behind him with a smile. The guy, Chanyeol, pushed Sehun to the side and threw himself onto Kyung Soo, hugging him tightly. Kyung Soo's arms circled his wide frame without thinking twice as he heard Chanyeol's quiet sob. He then saw over his friend's shoulder how Sehun cleaned his tears with the back of his hand and taking one long step he hugged them both. Despite how hard they were hugging him, Kyung Soo felt his chest filling up with air and something else. 
Sehun was right,  he felt like he knew them. Kyung Soo had seen them in his dreams several times. 
"Your majesty!" They heard from down the hall. They looked at each other and Kyung Soo felt a spark. A child-like excitement that was short lived as they noticed that the nurse was on her way. 
"Now if you excuse me" Chanyeol told him with sudden urgency. He went behind him, put on his balaclava and gave him an arm lock as Sehun put on his own and took out a gun.  Kyung Soo took a deep breath, held onto Chanyeol's arm and began squirming and asking for help. 
As soon as the nurse appeared at the door, Sehun held the gun to her head. 
"We are taking him with us, but you can't come" And with a swift movement that made him almost gasp in awe, Sehun hit her in the back of the neck, making her pass out. He then grabbed her with one hand and threw her inside one of the empty closets. 
"Let's go" He then said, as if nothing happened. 
As Anna told him, Chanyeol and Sehun were going to be his kidnappers. They needed people who knew the castle, and although they weren't the only ones, they insisted on participating just so they could meet his friend sooner. 
Chanyeol's grip around his neck was now around his shoulders as they went down the stairs. Sehun walked ahead,  checking the corners with his gun held tightly.  A noise bomb was set to explode in five minutes, so they had to be quick. 
They were reaching the second floor when they heard the loud bang of the noise bomb. Two seconds later he felt the floor vibrating. He looked at his friends in fear, wondering what could be causing that movement. 
"There they are," Chanyeol muttered as a group of around ten men appeared. His first instinct was to run, but he knew that he had to stay put. The ten men stopped in front of them, fully armed, with a serious expression, and standing very close to each other, forming a tight pack. Chanyeol grabbed Kyung Soo's arm and pushed him in front of the guards. Two of them took a step to the side and from between them a man appeared. 
It was his decoy. Same eighth, hair, complexion and clothes. Even his face was similar to his. His double bowed at him and called his name with devotion. Kyung Soo did the same, thanking him for what he was doing. 
They made the exchange. Kyung Soo left with the guards and his decoy with Chanyeol and Sehun. 
"We will meet later" Sehun assured him after seeing the look on Kyung Soo's eyes.
The pack of guards dashed down the hall with him hidden between their massive bodies. When they reached a new set of stairs, they split into two groups. One went back to his room to play the part and check on the noise bomb. Kyung Soo's group went downstairs, to the service rooms, more specifically the kitchen. The four men that accompanied him took him inside an empty room and began changing clothes. They hid their uniforms inside backpacks and put on black clothing and balaclavas. One of the guards began pulling rifles from one of the closets and handed one to each of his companions.  They did everything in complete silence, only exchanging looks to communicate. Kyung Soo kept quiet, looking at them in amazement, wondering if he used to be like that. If he also knew how to hold a rifle like that.  
" Your majesty, we are ready to go, I will be the one holding you,  so I hope you don't mind if… " Kyung Soo didn't let him finish and stood in front of him, giving him his back so he could hold him like Chanyeol did before. Although this guy was probably two times bigger than his friend.  
"When you helped me train on sword fighting at the military, you held me like this once, I was fifteen back then and you were twenty, I was very small and skinny back then and you told me that someday I was going to get bigger, and here we are" The guard shared with him as they got ready to leave the room.  Kyung Soo was smiling for the first time that day. Because even if he didn't remember that, he felt an overwhelming fondness for this man. Before he could say anything, the men opened the door and took him out of the room. He began playing the part again, screaming and fighting his kidnappers. 
They shot some bullets to the ceiling and people began coming out of their rooms. Butlers, guards, and maids. Kyung Soo noticed how they all reacted differently. He could split it between people who knew what was going on and people that didn't. 
They walked into the kitchen because it was one of the few rooms that had a door that went into one of the castle's gardens. The only garden that had a passage directly into the forest behind the castle. 
One of the guards walked ahead of them and was getting ready to kick the door open when one of the cooks stood in front of him holding her knife.
"Leave our king alone" She muttered between clenched teeth. Kyung Soo recognized her. She was his personal cook, the woman that had been feeding him since he was a baby, Nuni. That wasn't her name, but it was the name that his baby self gave her and it remained like that until now. Kyung Soo knew that the order was to get rid of whoever got in the way. So he begged his captors not to hurt her. They were taken aback by his reaction.  
"Nuni, let us go, I will be alright! " He insisted. But she stayed put, still holding her knife with her tired hands. 
"You heard him, we will take good care of him," The guard said, hovering over her. She held his stare, then looked at Kyung Soo and then back at the guard. 
"If something happens to him, I will skin you and feed you to the Order" Nobody laughed. The guard nodded at her, looking less threatening, and pushed her to the side. Kyung Soo told her again that he was going to be fine as they dragged him outside the castle. 
"That was unexpected, " Commented the guard holding him. Kyung Soo couldn't answer, still shocked.  
As they walked into the garden, they began hearing shoots on the wing of the castle just above them. They quickened their steps until they reached a small hut that could be turned down by a soft gust of wind.  Two men walked inside lifting an iron coffin with a lot of effort. Then a third guy got to his knees and with one punch of his fist destroyed the small wooden door under the coffin. His captor grabbed him by the arms and quickly shoved him down the hole with little care. He could barely register the fall,  from one second to the other he was on the hard and damp floor of the passage, with a pungent pain in his palms. 
He heard quick steps approaching him and soon a light shone in his face. 
"Kyung Soo!" His body recognized the voice before his brain could, relaxing immediately and forgetting about the pain. Anna turned off the flashlight and helped him get up. Before he could regain balance, he threw himself to her, hugging her tightly, taking in her scent.  
"Anna, you did it, you really got me out of there" His raspy voice whispered into her ear.
"Kyung Soo, Do you remember me?" Anna asked, surprised by his hug and the passion in his voice, hopeful that all this had brought back something, anything. 
"No, I haven't, I'm so sorry,  but please hug me" Anna circled his waist with her arms and his relief brought tears to his eyes.
“My head can't fully remember you yet, but the rest of my body does, so please keep holding me" Anna felt his hands rubbing her back and his lips caressing her jaw and neck. He was holding her with such enthusiasm that he lifted Anna off her feet, making her giggle. Her carefree laugh and her touch made something click in his head. That same muscle memory that knew how she felt between his arms and against his skin made him realize how much he needed to kiss her. And now that he could finally savor freedom, he wanted to mix that taste with her kisses.  
He held her face, resting his forehead gently on hers. She was looking at him with glassy eyes, her lips forming an adorable pout. Anna felt as if her heart had stopped beating, in comparison to how fast and hard it beat as she waited for Kyung Soo in the damp passage. Now all that seemed very distant and the only thing that mattered to her was him holding her and looking at her like that. She felt him running his fingers through her ponytail, making her close her eyes as a hot shiver ran down her back. Kyung Soo reached for her face cautiously, testing her reaction and his. Although it was clear to him that he wanted this, he needed this.  He held her chin and gently tilted it up until her lips were centimeters away from his. Anna stared into Kyung Soo's deep gaze. Her right hand searched for his, interlocking their fingers as she moved closer. Kyung Soo released a short sigh, before taking a deep breath and closing the distance between them.  
Kyung Soo's lips stroked hers slowly at first, testing Anna's response and his. But that didn't last. It was the softness of her lips and the taste of her mouth that made him hold her tighter and deepened the kiss. Anna threw her arms around his shoulders and almost climbed him as she answered the kiss. Kyung Soo always kissed as if it was the last time. And he was kissing her like that. Like he knew that she was his. They quickly melted into each other, her fingers tangled in his hair, as Kyung Soo touched her through her thick wool jacket. In the distance she heard a noise, a low cough, or something of the sort. Then Kyung Soo's name was called by a deep voice. It became insistent enough that she had to break the kiss and push Kyung Soo away. 
"Your majesty, Anna, you need to start moving" Kyung Soo's ears went red and Anna covered her mouth in embarrassment. The guys that brought Kyung Soo to her were still there, giving them some privacy by not looking, but they could hear everything. 
"I'm so sorry, thank you for your work, we will see you later." She thanked them again, grabbed Kyung Soo's hand, and pulled him into the depths of the dark passage. 
They walked for around thirty minutes until Anna stopped in front of an iron stair. At the end of it, he could see the square metal door that indicated the end of the second part of the plan. And so far everything worked perfectly. 
Anna led the way again, climbing the stairs and opening the door with one strong push. The bright light made him look away with discomfort. 
“I’m going to go first to see if there’s any problem, don’t go out until I come back” He nodded and took a step back to give her space so she could move. 
She came back 5 minutes later, although for Kyung Soo it felt like an hour. 
He came out of the passage feeling overwhelmed by the amount of green under his feet and the cold wind messing with his hair. Around them, there was a forest with tall trees and bushes spread here and there. The only noise they could hear was the wind, no cars, no people. He couldn’t even see the castle. 
Next to him, Anna was doing her part. As he was amazed by the nature that he could finally see after months, she was taking a radio out of her backpack. She turned it on, jolting at the loud static noise, and quickly found the channel to communicate with the people on the other side.
“This is queen, my partner is here, any news? over” Again static and then a click.
“Everything is moving, there are currently four groups moving and searching for the three decoys we send and Kyung Soo so be careful, get out of there as soon as you can, over” 
“Understood, over” Anna turned off the radio and searched for Kyung Soo. He was staring at the passage door with attention. She called his name and he brought a finger to his lips. 
“I think there’s someone in the passages” He whispered. Anna stood next to him and sharpened her ear. 
A rhythmic sound and some grunts, whatever it was it was getting closer. And it couldn't be good.  
Anna took off her backpack and searched for the one thing she knew would help them. Kyung Soo’s eyes grew three times bigger when he saw Anna pull a hand grenade from her backpack. She got on her knees at the edge of the entrance and with expert hands she pulled the trigger and threw the grenade inside the passage. They had 10 seconds to run away and avoid any mishap. Kyung Soo grabbed her hand and pulled her up, running away, avoiding trees and jumping over rocks. They stopped when they heard the explosion throwing themselves to the floor and covering their heads. 
The explosion only lifted some dust and made the floor shiver, but the shouts from the guards in the passage as they saw the grenade coming at them were loud and clear. 
Anna just closed her eyes and thought about the greater good. 
When she was finally ready to open them, Kyung Soo was staring at her with wonder, but also a lot of worries. 
“It’s your first time doing this?” He whispered. 
“It is,” She confessed after a couple of breaths. 
“I’m sorry you had to do this because of me” He said as he held her hand. 
“I would do it a hundred times and more if necessary, let’s keep moving” She held onto his hand and got up, following the planned path to get out of the forest. 
When they reached the highway, Anna looked at her clock, checking if they were right on time. Just two minutes ahead of schedule. Their surroundings were silent too, Kyung Soo suspected they were on the highway behind the hill that surrounded the castle. He was shocked by the fact that he knew that information. He was still not sure of how much memory he had lost. 
“The truck is going to be here in a minute, remember to pay attention to the sound, if we can’t hear the squealing from the pigs, we need to hide '' Anna instructed him as she changed her backpack from her back to her chest. Kyung Soo closed his eyes and did as Anna instructed. He counted the seconds in his head, and just when he was reaching fifty-nine, he heard one loud squeal. He could also hear Anna celebrate with a curse.  
The truck approached them at a low speed, flickering its lights. The noise of the pigs was now louder than its engine, as the smell. 
“It’s going to be a short ride, don’t worry” Anna assured him as if sensing his worry. 
The truck stopped, and they climbed the door, jumping onto the back, and falling between the smelly pigs. They moved to the front, avoiding the grumpier pigs, and settled there. Anna took the radio from her back and turned it on. 
“We are on the truck, over” Static noise. 
“There are guards at the bypass, do as planned, if it doesn’t work, he knows that he has to drive past them, over” Anna took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and answered.
“Understood, over” And she turned off the radio. 
As they said, there were guards at the bypass. Before them, two cars waited for their control. Anna and Kyung Soo slid down the wall of the truck and lay on the floor hidden by the pigs. The smell was so strong that she had to hide her face on her arm, trying to isolate her nose. It was useless, but it helped her focus. They couldn’t hear what was happening. The truck moved slowly ahead and then stopped. The pigs complained, and time passed. They were stuck for around five minutes until the truck engine woke up again with a loud roar. Anna turned on the radio again.
“Safe?, over” Just a second passed until they answered. 
“Safe, see you in an hour, over” Static noise again.
They kept quiet, sitting down, already used to the smell. Anna kept checking her clock, the anxiety didn’t leave, even when knowing they were safe now. She wasn’t going to rest until Kyung Soo crossed the doors of the old parliament. There was still danger, and her senses were all focused on catching any sign of it. 
Kyung Soo kept quiet, to not disturb Anna’s focus and to be a little help too. He kept looking through the slits between the wood of the back of the truck. He knew how the old parliament looked, he could even remember some rooms from the inside. From behind a thick wall of trees, he could finally see it. Anna gasped at the sight and held his hand tighter. 
“We are almost there” She whispered, smiling brightly. 
The closer they got to their destination, the scarier it got. At any time a car from the Order could appear behind them, they could even meet them at the doors of the Clan hideouts. Too many things were at risk, and it would be their fault. Anna wished she was the only one feeling that burden. 
The truck stopped and the driver got off. He dashed to the back of the truck and pulled the doors open with a single pull.  This was probably the first time she felt so happy to see Junmyeon, and she let him know. 
“Right back at you Anna, Kyung Soo, I’m so glad to see you again, I’ll tell you who I am later, let’s move, Minseok is waiting for us” Kyung Soo bowed at him, looking uncertain and followed Anna as she began to move. 
They ran across the abandoned highway behind the parliament and reached the gates. Anna took the key from her boot and opened them, closing behind. Every opened door had to be closed. 
As soon as they got inside the abandoned building, Kyung Soo commented on how he was familiar with it. There was excitement in his voice, which made her and Junmyeon smile. He followed them down the main hall, having a weird feeling of knowing where they were going. When Junmyeon opened one tall wooden door, he gasped in surprise, making him jolt. 
“Minseok, you son of a bitch, you scared me, I thought we were meeting down there” Kyung Soo saw a man approaching, meeting them halfway. He shook Junmyeon’s hand and patted Anna’s shoulder before approaching him. 
“It’s great to have you here Kyung Soo, I’m Minseok '' He held his hand up and Kyung Soo shook it without hesitation.
“Anna told me a lot about you, I hope our memories come back to me soon” Kyung Soo saw the sadness in his friend's eyes, so he smiled calmly to show him that he was better than they thought. Anna was the one who brought them back to the urgent matter and hurried them to keep moving. They went inside the service bathroom. Junmyeon pushed the elegant closet to the side, exposing the black metal door. She opened the lock and they got inside the tunnel with Minseok leading the way with his flashlight. She waited for Kyung Soo and locked arms with him, knowing how cold that path was, sicking for warmth and hopefully giving him some. 
When they entered the main hall, Kyung Soo gasped loudly. Walking around and sitting on different surfaces there were around 100 people showing different levels of worry. 
They were all waiting for him. 
Everybody stopped what they were doing and slowly approached them. Minseok was the first one to talk.
“Everything went according to the plan, we will have time to talk tomorrow, as for now, we should let Kyung Soo rest, it was a long and tiresome day” Everybody agreed. But one of the assistants, their teacher from university, walked to the front and spoke for the crowd. 
“Your majesty, welcome home, can we greet you?” 
Kyung Soo looked at Anna nervously. He wanted to greet them, thanking them for being there, but he still felt as if he didn’t quite deserve the attention and reverence he received from them. Anna circled his waist, smiling at him, bumping his hip with hers playfully. The warmth he felt coming from her was the support he needed to greet everybody and thank them in some way for the hardship they go through just to accompany him. 
He spent about an hour doing so. Everybody introduce themselves as if it was the first they were meeting, although he knew it wasn’t. Anna stayed next to him the whole time. She clearly knew all of them, and with the information he had about the Clan and his involvement with it, he felt overjoyed by the fact that she had involved herself so perfectly with all of them. 
Minseok had a filling meal prepared for them at his office. But first, their friend made them change into clean clothes to get rid of the pig's smell. Kyung Soo was excited to talk to him. He wished Sehun and Chanyeol were there with them, but they had to end their part of the plan, so they would be back tomorrow morning. It was almost midnight, the food was gone and Kyung Soo was feeling the stress of the night turning into tiredness. The chat with his friend helped him calm down the adrenaline, but everything felt very strange still. Good strange, though. He was out of that prison. No nurse injecting him and causing him pain. He could move, do what he wanted, speak whenever he wanted. He didn’t have to listen to his uncle's horrible comments anymore, he was out of danger now and Anna was with him. She didn’t have to walk those cold and spider-infested passages anymore to see him. She wasn’t speaking to him in whispers just so the guards outside his room couldn’t hear them. She was laughing freely now, speaking loudly. He didn’t know how long this new calm would last, but he was going to enjoy it. 
Minseok was considerate enough to ask Anna to guide Kyung Soo to his room. Room that in the last months had become her room. She always kept it clean and tidy, knowing that he would be back someday. She walked him down the hall, holding his hand and sending him loving looks as he asked random questions about the Clan’s building. She felt almost suffocated by happiness. 
Anna walked him inside his room and gave him time to look around. The way he walked around his bedroom reminded her of how she inspected his room the first time she visited it. He stared at the books, the paintings, he touched the furniture and the fabrics around him. He stopped at the wall covered with photos. Like Anna back then, he probably didn’t recognize most of the people there, but he was still smiling. Her tummy shivered when Kyung Soo set his eyes on their picture. 
“I like how you look in your uniform” He commented, taking the picture from the wall and bringing it to give it a closer look. She stood next to him, still having that fuzzy feeling when looking at that photo and how sweet Kyung Soo looked passing an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. 
“If I ever had a doubt about what you said about us, now that doubt it’s completely gone,” He said with a chuckle. She only rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. 
They sat on the bed staring at the photo wall, with Kyung Soo pointing at faces asking for names or telling her how much he remembered about them. It wasn’t a lot, but he knew some things, like names, or specific events that she couldn’t corroborate if they were accurate or not. She promised him that they would ask Minseok tomorrow. 
Kyung Soo began talking about their day, saying and asking what he couldn’t say as they made their escape. 
“I bet you were nervous and thinking about this nonstop,” She told him playfully after they went over the last bit of their day, the dinner with Minseok. 
“I was nervous, but to be honest, I was thinking about you, worried about you, nervous about what you had to do, watching everything you did. In my lockdown what I did the most was think about you” His voice didn’t show any shyness, but his ears were red. 
“You have been thinking about me?” She whispered close to his face. 
“Yeah,” He turned his head, moving closer to her, but not meeting her eyes. 
“What kind of thinking?” She kept digging.
“The kind where I have to control myself” He finally met her eyes, dark and big, pulling her in. 
“Kiss me, love” She ordered him, climbing on his lap as he grabbed her face, kissing her before she could finish her sentence. The way Kyung Soo touched her hadn’t changed. His hand followed a pattern that was familiar to her. Grabbing her waist pulling her closer, holding to her hips and rubbing her thighs and back. Then repeat until he grew frustrated with the clothes between his hands and her skin. His passion turned into desperation quickly. He was a bit hard and rough, biting her lower lip and sucking on the skin of her chin and neck. She moaned as his hands slid up her chest, holding her head by the nape. 
"Kyung Soo, are you sure you want to do this?" She asked him, driven by consideration for her boyfriend who was currently recovering from a memory loss and a very traumatic experience. But Kyung Soo didn't answer and kept kissing her face and neck. She insisted once again, but she got the same answer from him. At least she had the consideration, she thought to herself, as she pulled his sweater off. 
"Kyung Soo I’ve missed you so much" She whispered desperately, against his lips, kissing his cheeks and forehead.  
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry" He hugged her, hiding his guilty face on her chest. She hated seeing him like this, apologizing when he was the victim. She grabbed his face and made him look at her. 
"Don’t! Come here” She had to grab him harder as he insisted on lowering his head.
“You are never leaving my side again, understood?” He nodded, kissing the palm of her hand. 
“We will stay together from now on,” She promised. 
“Yes Anna” He kissed her other hand. 
“And we will achieve everything we want, not tonight though, tonight we will only think about us, ok?” Kyung Soo giggled, that childish laugh that put the first seed of love in her heart. 
She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, trapping him under her body, kissing his cheeks and neck taking in his delicious scent and the warmth of his skin. Kyung Soo’s grunts and sighs of pleasure were interrupted by a question. 
“Have I ever had you like this before?” He saw it a couple of times in dreams, but he never trusted those blindly. 
“Yes, a couple of times” She confessed, looking at his curious eyes. 
“I hate that I can't remember it” He cursed with frustration, and Anna understood it, but that was not the mood she needed at that moment. 
“Don't worry, you will” And to fully bring him back to the moment, she sat up and took off her flannel.   
He opened his mouth and eyes wide in adorable shock. His hands reached for her naked waist, slowly, flinching when he could finally touch her. 
"You so familiar to me, I can't find you in my memory if I try, but just now when I touched you, I knew it wasn't the first time" He moved his hands up and shyly caressed the edge of her bra. 
"It's okay, you can't see what we had, they made you hide it in your memories, but you can't forget me, who I am in essence, what we did, the way I felt on your hands and lips,  there are some things you can't forget Kyung Soo, focus on bringing them back” His hands settled on her waist as Anna moved her waist slowly, out of reflex. Kyung Soo closed his eyes as his hands moved down her thighs and then up again, briefly rubbing her center with his thumb. 
Anna moaned softly, holding to his forearms. 
“Please tell me that you remember some of me” She begged. 
“I can't... I try but I can't” There was some despair in his voice. She felt terribly bad for him, guilty for telling him that,  but she never let sadness or frustration be useless, so she used those feelings to fuel her will and do something about it. She was the only one who could help him remember her. 
“Then come here,  I'm going to make you remember” Anna grabbed Kyung Soo’s clueless face and brought him to her. Making him sit on the bed, having him close to her face and chest. 
“You liked it when I touched your chest,  you said it gave you a burning feeling” She caressed down his neck with the tip of her fingers and then placed her hands on his warm chest. 
“And this was your favorite” She held his chin and turned his face to the right making her way to his neck. He closed his eyes in pleasure, hugging her waist and hiding his face on her shoulder.   
“I know those things can't be erased from your head, they are imprinted on your skin” She whispered on his neck making him grunt. Emboldened by his reactions and by the delight of touching her man like this, she pulled off his sweatshirt. 
“Can you feel it?” She hugged him, rubbing his shoulders and taking in the warmth of his chest. 
“I.. think I do” He chuckled, kissing her chin. 
“Good, touch here, you said you loved it” She pulled down her bra ignoring the gasp he released, and put his hand on top of her breast. 
“Touch it, please, touch me” Kyung Soo did as told, calling her name and immediately taking his other hand to her chest. 
“My head can’t place the moment I did this, but it feels so intimate and ours, everything about you feels like that, I touched this skin before” He dropped a chaste kiss between her breasts and what was meant to be a single kiss turned into a mission covering every inch of her chest with his kisses. 
“Yes you did,  several times” She moaned. holding his head to her chest. 
“And the first time you broke into my room, I could recognize your smell,” He said between kisses. 
“It was a gift from you” 
“I can't place you in my memories, but I recognize everything” He repeated. 
“Because we loved each other, we still do,” She told him, staring into his eyes. 
“We do, I do,” He confessed, catching her by surprise. Even if he didn’t remember, she had managed to catch him and dig herself into his heart again. 
Kyung Soo picked her up, throwing her on the bed and settling his body in between her legs. He got comfortable, holding her down, planning on staying for a while there, touching, kissing, and grabbing onto this body that was one of the few things he could recognize. But not only her body. Anna’s scent and whimpers, the way she touched him and hugged him, inviting Kyung Soo to touch and kiss her more didn’t feel new, he recognized all of them, which didn’t make it less exciting and arousing.
As Kyung Soo sucked on her collarbone, rocking his hips into her, Anna reached for him, craving his lips as she thought about every single night that she spent lying awake on that same bed, loving him and missing him. 
His bottom lip dragged on the skin of her face, dropping kisses on her nose, eyelids, and forehead. Anna’s hand reached down his back and did their best to pull Kyung Soo’s pants down, but his belt didn’t allow her to do so. Her insistence made him chuckle, distracting him from worshiping her. He kneeled down between her legs and undo his belt as she unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted her hips and pulled them off, kicking Kyung Soo in the process. Between shy laughs, Kyung Soo got up and got rid of his pants, and as soon they were gone he came back to his previous position, jumping into Anna’s wide-open arms. 
He stopped for a second before kissing her again, his eyes darting all over her face. 
“You are so beautiful” He whispered, closing his eyes as Anna caressed his cheek. “And so brave, smart, loving, and… dangerous” She laughed loudly, the feeling of her chest vibrating under him with laughter was divine. 
“Is it because I threw that grenade? Or the whole kidnapping thing?” She asked, cleaning her tears. 
“All of you, I just wonder what would happen to me If I wasn’t on your side, or if you used all that dedication to hurt me” 
“Lucky you, I used that determination to take you away from there and make you fall in love with me again” Her answer hit him like a brick. He forgot to add that he loved her confidence too. All the words he could say got stuck in his throat. As his eyes focused on her half-open mouth, a flickering image came to his head, blurry but with clear words. Clear enough for him to repeat them. 
“I can put my life in your hands, I've done it a couple of times now” She recognized those words as hers. 
“I did so once, and I still do” Anna whispered in his ear as he leaned down to hug her. Kyung Soo followed the line of her jaw with the tip of his nose, dropping kisses on his way.  She caressed and scratched his back softly, whispering his name, the more he kissed her the louder she got. 
Despite how she needed more from him, of how he wanted it harder from him, she was getting intoxicated by his touch, his smell, his warmth, and the weight of his body on top of her. Anna opened her legs wider so she could rub herself against his thigh, holding him down by the ass. 
Kyung Soo grunted in her mouth, as he pressed his tongue against hers. Seeing his need reciprocated by her, made him feel euphoric. He got rid of his underwear and hers, almost tearing them apart.  Anna tried to close her legs out of reflex. but Kyung Soo held them open, staring at her already wet center with admiration. He reached for her with wandering hands, touching her, covering his fingers with her wetness, and spreading it along her lower lips. 
She covered her mouth, trying to quiet down her loud moans. Kyung Soo didn’t stop, he wanted louder moans. Slowly, he shoved one finger inside her, so softly that she almost didn’t feel it. He laid down next to her, pillowing her head with his arm. His right hand began rubbing circles on her clit, and then went lower, penetrating her with two fingers. He moaned in her ear, hugging her closer, as she tightened around his fingers. She called his name and he answered by dropping kisses along her jaw. 
She reached down, wanting to touch him too, to hear him and arouse him. She dragged the back of her hand against his hard-on. The touch was soft, almost fleeting, but it still made him groan. She wanted to touch him more, more intently, to reciprocate his attention, but Kyung Soo didn’t have the strength to stretch this anymore. Because as he told her before, he has been thinking about her, the kind of thought where he had to control himself. There was something about Anna, about what they were, that clearly wasn’t just saved in his memory. His whole body called for her, her nude body, her moans, and her pleasure. 
He peeled his underwear quickly, apologizing for the rush, although Anna didn’t need explanations. She grabbed him by the waist as soon as he was fully naked and brought him to her. Anna’s hands slid around, sinking into the full cheeks of his ass, grabbing hard and with need. Kyung Soo giggled adorably, and she kissed his smile, cheeks, and nose as he positioned comfortably between her legs. 
She felt the tip of his dick poking her entrance, making her shiver in anticipation. Her hands went from his ass to his shoulders, allowing him to enter her more comfortably for both of them. 
Kyung Soo moved his body to the side, grabbing his member and rubbing it up and down her slit. Anna begged for him, kissing his lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair.  She felt him sliding inside her slowly, carefully, and lovingly as always. Anna let him do everything, she wanted to feel owned by him. She released a sigh of relief when he entered her. Relieved that her body still remembered him and that once again he was back in her arms. 
He looked down at their bodies, thrusting once as a response to the excitation that it caused him. His eyes scanned up her body, his mouth open in awe. Anna grabbed his face, begging him for a kiss and lifting her hips to have him closer and deeper inside her. Kyung Soo filled her ears with words of love and adoration, making her blush with his devotion. As Anna hugged him tighter and caressed his body, his mind kept flashing images, random flashes of her, of them. Scenes that didn't feel like dreams. But above all that, there was Anna, completely new to him, but not a stranger. He loved her, that was clear. And he was crazy for her. 
Anna looked back at him with glassy eyes. Her mouth opened with pleasure, caressing his back and groping the places she liked. He could tell that she knew his body probably better than himself. He liked how she wanted him and how honest she was about it, because he felt the same, and he felt like it was burning him. 
Anna moved her hips searching for more. Although she loved having her boyfriend nice and slow, she was still shocked about how everything unraveled.  Despite how positive she was and how hard she worked to get him back, she was always scared that Kyung Soo would be gone forever. But he wasn’t. He was there with her like always. The same kisses, the same hugs and caresses. The same passion, want and love. Even when she wasn’t a clear memory in his brain. That always gave her a bit of confidence, how she managed to make him look at her again. Feel for her again.
She grabbed him by the nape and brought him closer so she could kiss him hard, latching her lips over his lower lip, sucking hard. They both moaned at the same time, desperately curving their bodies into the other. 
Anna bent her knees and Kyung Soo quickly grabbed hold of her legs, thrusting quicker. He was surprised at how greedy his heart was, how primal were his needs. 
Anna thought she was going insane, with everything Kyung Soo was doing to her and the way he muffled his moans in the crock of her neck. She felt his encouraging and loving words running down her body, enveloping her. With each thrust and every kiss, she felt closer and closer to her orgasm. And as much as she wanted to make this moment last, she knew it was impossible. 
Kyung Soo’s grip on her thighs grew tighter and the kisses on her shoulder turned into soft bites. She captured him between her legs, asking for harder and deeper thrusts. He complied, bucking his hips only a couple of times before she felt her orgasm wash over her. The way her body reacted made him reach his own climax enhancing her pleasure. 
His body felt on top of her, his hips still moving, but softer. She couldn’t stop kissing his lips, even when it was hard to breathe for both. A hint of a smile played on Kyung Soo’s lips as he looked at her. Although she wanted to tell him how much she loved him and how incredible he was and just make him blush with her devotion, she was out of words. He gently rubbed her neck, tucking her hair behind her ear and kissing her cheek. 
He rolled to the side to lay next to her and caressed her face again before passing out as soon as he closed his eyes. She covered her mouth quietening her giggles and went out of bed to fetch a towel and clean them both. Kyung Soo didn’t wake up as she cleaned him, nor when she accommodated him in the bed and covered him with the duvet. 
Anna went to sleep a little bit later. Taking advantage of his sleeping state she kissed every inch of his cute face before resting.
The next morning,  Kyung Soo didn’t wake up. 
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MORNINGS WITH YOU ; KJM
kim junmyeon x gn! reader
you and junmyeon’s first morning together.
genre: simple tooth-rotting fluff <3 wordcount: 702 warnings: none
author’s note: this is something i’ve been thinking about for a long time. like the domesticity of doing your morning routine with your partner? a need. i had to write this drabble to encapsulate my desires, so enjoy <3
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Morning eludes you at times.
Countless times you have found yourself waking way past ten, but not with Junmyeon.
He prides himself on being an early riser, always managing to wake up at 8:30 no matter what time he goes to bed the night before. Not to mention him immediately wanting to begin his day productively.
This was something completely foreign to you.
Unless you had to do something in the morning, you always spent the beginning hours of your day wrapped in blankets and mindlessly scrolling. It was difficult to get out of bed some days, but that was how you liked it. 
Not your boyfriend.
Last night was the first time you ever spent the night at Junmyeon’s place. It was blissful: falling asleep in his arms while he read to you. Since you were a light sleeper, you felt him getting out of bed, tiredly pouting because you wanted him wrapped around you like the night before.
“Good morning,” he says, voice still heavy with sleep. You smile when he kisses you on the cheek, the softness of his lips echoing on your skin.
“Baby...” you hum, not opening your eyes. “Come back to bed.”
“Can’t. Gotta get ready.” He shakes you slightly, causing you to whine out. You give in and open your eyes, suddenly happy that you did so.
His hair was messy in that cute way it always was when he just wakes up. He also was wearing one of your favorite garments of his, an old wrinkly college sweatshirt you had only just recently returned to him. 
“There you are.” You giggle, reaching your arms out. He smiles, long dimples protruding from his face. He grabs your hands, pulling you so you’re now sitting up.
“You’re so pretty in the morning.” He whispers, kissing you on the forehead.
“Says you.”
Junmyeon brings you to the bathroom where all of your stuff is neatly laid out. You put on your spa headband, making sure all of your stray hairs are tucked away before turning the faucet on and splashing water onto your face. 
Junmyeon brushes his teeth as you spread your cleanser all over your face, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure every part is covered. What you don’t notice is your boyfriend watching you, a slight smile on his face. 
He spits his toothpaste into the sink and rinses his toothbrush before you go to rinse the cleanser off. As you pat your face dry, you see your boyfriend struggling to push his hair back to wash his own face.
“Do you need one of these?” You ask, pointing to your headband. He hesitates before nodding. “You can borrow mine, for now, but we’ll go get one for you today.” 
You remove your headband and put it on Junmyeon. As you push his hair back and slide the headband up, you look into his eyes, admiring the twinkle swimming in his irises. You adjust the headband a bit; once you’re satisfied you give him a kiss on the lips. “Perfect.”
Junmyeon looks in the mirror, inspecting his appearance. “I don’t look half bad.” You giggle.
“Hold on, don’t move.” You say, voice muffled because of the toothpaste in your mouth. You quickly run out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth as you grab your phone, opening the camera app. He already knows what you’re going to do, opting to strike a pose right when you come back.
“Smile!” You chuckle, snapping a few photos before going back to brushing your teeth.
“How do I look?” Junmyeon questions.
You spit the paste into the sink, rinsing your toothbrush as you look up at him once more. “Adorable.”
“Told you.”
“Oh shut up.”
Shockingly enough, you convince Junmyeon to come back to bed with you and relax for a couple more hours. You snuggle into his chest, pulling blankets over you as he searches for a video on his tablet for the two of you to watch.
You zone out as the people in the video go on about whatever, opting to simply think about your Junmyeon. And wanting to spend every single morning waking up next to him forevermore.
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iridescentxstars · 1 year
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yandere!jongin x fem!reader || possession + dom/sub dynamics — anon || wc: 760~
— blindfolds, 'public' (you'll see), marking, dirty talk
all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI
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"On your knees," his deep baritone voice echoes around the eerily quiet room and you obey quickly. Hands resting on the top of your thighs, back straight with your head lowered so you would be looking at the ground if you weren't wearing the blindfold Jongin had put on before you came here. His hand rests on the top of your head, indicating that you can raise your head, "good girl," he says as his hand caresses its way to your chin, holding it firm.
You shiver with anticipation, the room is quiet but as you begin to focus on your other senses, you can hear people breathing softly and smell the cologne in the air that mixes with Jongin's. You suddenly realise what he's got in store for you and you feel that tingle in your core as it gets wetter.
He told you that this was a punishment, that he was going to show you what happens when you allow others to stare at what is his. Yet, this feels almost like a gift.
"Can I take off the blindfold, sir?" You feel his thumb trace over your bottom lip and open your mouth, sucking on it as he pushes it in.
"It wouldn't be much of a punishment if you got to see what was happening now, would it?" You know you can't pout, it's hard to with his thumb slowly moving in and out of your mouth. "I've noticed that men love to stare at you and you seem to encourage them, don't you?" You start to shake your head but a low hum coming from Jongin stops you.
You shouldn't lie, not when he already knows the truth.
"Since you love to show off what is mine, I thought I'd make it clear that you belong to me." You shudder at the way he says that. You know you're his, there's no doubt about it but the thought of Jongin publicly proving it by fucking you in front of strangers has you slightly glad you push his buttons sometimes.
Jongin starts off slow, undressing you in front of everyone and his hands take their time to tease your nipples so they are pretty and perky, tracing calloused fingers over your hips as he pushes down your pants and panties. He has your moaning softly without doing too much more than this, knowing where every sweet spot rests because he's taken the time to learn your body well. Your hands don't touch him, he commanded you to stand there and let him play with you as he pleased.
You are the perfect submissive, trained to know when to push and when to obey.
You feel his bare chest against yours after some time and wonder when did he have time to take his shirt off? Has it been off this whole time? You gasp as his fingers find the hood of your clit and begin to play with it. "You should see their faces," Jongin breathes into your ear, your legs spreading slightly so he can dip his fingers into your soaked core. "Licking their lips, wishing they were tasting you but they can't." He nips at your earlobe and you whimper, knees shaking slightly. "Only I'm allowed."
"Only you, sir." You whisper through a moan.
"Louder." He growls, pushing two fingers in and causing your lips to part at the feeling. You repeat it louder to please him and Jongin hums, slowly fucking you with his fingers while kissing down your neck and marking you. Or, adding another mark to your already-covered skin. "Bend over for me now," here it comes, what you've been waiting for, Jongin to take you and claim you like this.
You hear him unbuckle his belt, pants rustling as they are pushed down and when he finally slides inside of you... heaven. He's fast and brutal as he fucks you, grabbing your waist and holding on tightly as he grunts out how you are his over and over again.
You're riding a high you never knew you could be on, walls clenching around him as you get closer and closer to your climax and just as you are about to tip over the edge, Jongin pulls the blindfold off.
Nothing.
He chuckles as you whine, cumming but not actually being able to enjoy it because what you thought and what was really happening was not the same. "You really think I would let anyone see you like this?" He laughs, slamming into you slightly harder. "Nobody is allowed to see what is mine. Nobody."
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kpop---scenarios · 7 months
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Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Y/N
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Eventual Smut, Mean people, Language.
A/N: I'm back baby! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!!
"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s. 
Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks. 
Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions. 
"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided. 
"Thank you." You smile. 
"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you. 
"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling. 
The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.
You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again. 
**
Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party. 
"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying." 
"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle. 
"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks. 
Ouch. 
“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?" 
"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs. 
As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move. 
You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor. 
The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong. 
The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces. 
You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening. 
The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it. 
Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about. 
Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.
But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.  
**
Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.
The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup. 
Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him. 
"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance. 
"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous. 
"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile. 
 "That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you. 
“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa. 
“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers. 
"Why did you start whispering?" You asked. 
She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.  
Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body. 
Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you. 
"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred. 
"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun." 
"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours. 
The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.
After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you. 
You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.
You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again. 
You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real. 
The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again. 
He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face. 
He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said. 
“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him. 
He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you. 
“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.
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Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him? 
You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.
After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge. 
You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it. 
Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open. 
“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.
You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her. 
“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.  
You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door. 
“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice. 
You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good. 
“You wanted to see me?” you ask. 
“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you. 
“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands. 
“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face. 
“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.” 
“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit. 
“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”  
“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before. 
“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks. 
“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles. 
“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off. 
“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun,  wrapping her arm around him. 
“I’m his fiancee.” 
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justwritedreams · 8 months
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Sexual Fantasies | Chanyeol
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Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2752 Genre: smut Author: maari  Warnings: Mentions of alchool, me bringing back Chanyeol's iconic purple hoodie because yes that's a warning, masturbation (f), some explicit words, kinda corruption kink MDI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Note: OKAAAY SOOO i kind of wrote it in 3 hours because i really liked the idea and i can say i'm really proud of this one. YEAH BYE Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name ⫷ Exo Masterlist
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"Beer for everyone." Chanyeol announced as he held the bottles out to Kai, Sehun and Kyungsoo.
Y/N smiled, stopping her conversation with Sehun who was sitting next to her, she reached out her hands to grab her bottle.
"And for you, miss." Chanyeol snatched the bottle away from Y/N's hands before she could touch it and handed her another one. "Cola."
Her smile faded instantly and the boys laughed at her surprised face.
"Are you serious?" She asked irritably and Chanyeol pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. She took the bottle reluctantly. "You forget that I'm only 4 years younger than you, right?"
"A baby, practically." Kai spoke, to piss her off even more.
"You should drink milk." Sehun joked, taking a sip of his beer.
Y/N glared at him.
"I'm not the one crying because nobody wished me a happy birthday." She replied and Kyungsoo laughed out loud, nearly spitting out his beer.
Kai and Chanyeol laughed too when they saw Sehun's face wither.
"You're not funny." He complained and she rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Chanyeol who sat on the other side of the couch.
"Why can't I drink with you guys?" she didn't want to look like a child but it was impossible not to pout.
"Because I still remember perfectly how you look when you drink." he replied and she snorted.
"It was only once."
"You wanted to throw yourself in the pool."
"It was hot!"
"You can't even swim."
"I was going to float anyway."
"Your dress was white!"
"The family quarrel will last for how long?" Kyungsoo asked sarcastically.
Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him.
She hated it when they treated her like she was a little sister. She was a friend, nothing more.
And yet, it seemed that no one took it seriously. Mainly Chanyeol.
"I hate it when you guys do that." she complained and saw Kyungsoo raise his eyebrows, slightly confused. "You treat me like I'm a child." she stared at Chanyeol who was stretching his arm on the sofa, looking at her curiously. "Mostly you!"
"That's because you're innocent, Y/N." Kai said and she looked at him instantly.
"What?!" she asked, partially shocked. Because the other part thought it was funny.
That's why she started laughing, that idea was absurd.
But seeing that they were quiet, indicated that it was serious.
When she looked at Chanyeol, he had guilt in his eyes.
She blinked a few times.
"Oh come on!"
"But that has to do with your personality, Y/N." Sehun argued. "You're always so quiet and shy."
"Remember when you accidentally fell into Baekhyun's lap? You ran to hide."
Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the memory of what had happened.
It was all Chanyeol's fault, really. She had bought a new dress, a little shorter than what she was used to wearing but she loved how it looked on her body, she got up from the sofa at Suho's house - it was his engagement party - and Chanyeol got up from where he was about to cover her exposed legs with a blanket.
However, she was annoyed that he wanted to cover her legs all the time so she tried to stop Chanyeol. It wasn't a very smart decision because he kept wrapping the blanket around her waist, it brought him closer and made her flinch every time he tried to cover her up. And that made her fall into Baekhyun's lap because she hadn't seen the boy sitting down.
"Do you need to remember this every day?" she questioned, trying not to show that she was still ashamed of that.
And the way Chanyeol was looking at her was making her even more shy.
"Admit it, Y/N, you're innocent." Sehun shrugged and she stared at him, challenged.
"You guys really don't know me."
[...]
Y/N opened the door and heard hurried footsteps running towards her, trying to balance the purchases in her hands felt something jump on her leg, she smiled before she even looked.
And then barking echoed through the room.
"Hey Zzar, calm down girl!" she laughed and closed the door with one leg. "I hope you didn't wreck your father's house."
Y/N looked around and apparently everything was intact, this made her sigh and go to the kitchen, leaving her groceries on top of the counter. After she bent down to pick the dog up, Zzar gladly accepted and started licking Y/N's face, who just laughed.
"I know, I missed you too." She hugged the dog's body. "Let's make up for lost time, your father will take time."
Chanyeol had taken Toben to the vet to get some tests done as the dog seemed quieter than usual, which was really weird considering it was only calm when Y/N was around, but Chanyeol was worried since Toben wasn't eating right too.
And since Chanyeol couldn't take care of Zzar and Toben at the same time, he had asked for help from the only person he trusted. Y/N.
She already had the keys to his house, she was social enough for Zzar not to strange her presence, she was free to cook and even take a shower at Chanyeol's house.
And it wasn't like she could deny his request.
She could never resist his wide smile.
Even if it meant leaving work, tired, and heading straight to his place after stopping by the market.
Y/N took the opportunity to cook something and while leaving it on the stove, she put food for Zzar.
After eating and washing the dishes she had messed up, Y/N turned off the lights and went straight to Chanyeol's room and threw herself on the huge comfortable bed.
She laughed when she saw that Zzar tried to do the same thing as her, but without success. Y/N was about to pick the dog up and put it on the bed when her phone vibrated.
She looked up quickly, seeing that Chanyeol had sent her an audio message.
'I'm waiting for the doctor to call, he's going to talk to me about the x-ray.' Chanyeol grunted from the other side and Y/N swallowed hard, the tired and husky tone was a little too much for her. 'Thanks again for taking care of Zzar, I hope I'll be back home soon.'
Y/N took a deep breath before answering, saying that she would always be there when he needed her and that everything would work out.
She blocked the phone screen and left it next to her body while looking at the ceiling.
She knew he wasn't only tired but worried, and so was she. Both with Toben and Chanyeol.
However… Chanyeol's voice sent shivers through Y/N's body that she didn't even know was possible.
All she wanted was to be able to be by his side, hugging him tight, feeling his strong arms wrap around her tightly.
Y/N ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath again, that crush she had on her friend was pathetic and longstanding.
But there was no stopping it, he had everything she was looking for in a man and more.
In fact, Chanyeol had set the bar too high for any guy to reach. And the fact that Y/N couldn't find anyone who could come close to what Chanyeol was… was frustrating.
Y/N looked at Zzar who was lying beside the bed and staring at Y/N.
"Your dad is a idiot, you know that?" Zzar cocked the head to the side, seeming even interested in what Y/N was saying. "If he knew what his voice does to my legs, he would never speak around me again." Zzar continued to stare at Y/N. "And the worst thing is, he can't even imagine the influence he has on me. I'm a fool, right?" Zzar raised the hind legs and wagged its tail. "Of course I am, I'm pouring my heart out to a dog."
Y/N sighed, her whole body feeling tired but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until Chanyeol arrived.
However, being stubborn, she even tried to take a nap, but she turned from side to side, even with her eyes closed, sleep didn't come.
And honestly, that outfit was bothering her. Lying down in jeans and a blouse with pearl details was hurting her, that's why she decided to strip down to her underwear and got out of bed, going to Chanyeol's wardrobe to put on one of his sweatshirts.
She touched his clothes, his perfume was impregnated in everything there, and she laughed softly when she found the famous purple sweatshirt.
It had been so long since she had seen him wear that sweatshirt, she smiled mischievously and put it on right away.
Of course, it was twice her size but it could still read the red 'Sexual fantasies' lettering.
She thought he'd thrown that sweatshirt away, but it was tucked away in the back of his wardrobe.
Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Zzar followed after going on its way to who knows where, Y/N laughed at the thought that the dog had also gone to do her business.
After washing her hands, Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed as she remembered Sehun's words from the other day.
"Admit it, you're innocent."
Imagine what he and the guys would think to see her wearing that sweatshirt.
Like a click, a rather evil idea flashed through Y/N's head and her eyes widened as she realized what she had been thinking.
Okay, she wasn't that innocent but she wasn't a pervert either.
She left the bathroom, shaking her head as if to dismiss that thought and went back to the bedroom, expecting Zzar's company but the dog wasn't there.
Y/N threw herself on the bed again and looked back at the bedroom ceiling, trying to control her breathing but the idea wouldn't leave her head.
She didn't need to touch herself then and there just to prove to herself that she wasn't as pure as others thought she was.
But on the other hand, no one would ever know. Wearing Chanyeol's sweatshirt in his bed would be like committing a crime.
Maybe not that serious.
But it was dangerous. That's why it was so tempting.
Y/N's breathing started to get heavier as her head convinced her that this was going to be a secret that no one would ever suspect, she brought her thumbnail to her mouth as she pondered practically giving in to temptation.
And she only needed one thing to convince herself, remembering Chanyeol's audio.
His growl had activated something in her, her most intimate and secret fantasies. The most sexual.
Her heart was pounding and she kept her eyes closed as she imagined Chanyeol growling like that in her ear, and then kissing every inch of her neck while his firm and large hands touched her body shamelessly.
How sweet the low moans he would let out, and the dirty words he would speak so close to her ear.
Just imagining it, she shivered all over, her body temperature rose and she felt a certain discomfort in her lower abdomen as well as a fire that rose from her legs to the middle of them.
Y/N took her hand to her panties but figured it was Chanyeol's fingers slowly teasing her.
Now, she needed to finish what she started and she had enough imagination for that.
She was too lost in her own fantasy to hear the front door close, Chanyeol arrived with Toben on his lap.
The poor dog was doped with medicine that would help with the stomach problem it was having, at least he was sure that the little animal was getting better. Chanyeol hated seeing Toben so quiet, it was even weird.
Chanyeol looked for Y/N with his eyes but he didn't find her there so he took the opportunity to take Toben to its bed, after petting the pet's fur, he started looking for Y/N around the house.
She wasn't in the kitchen, he found Zzar sleeping next to the couch but Y/N wasn't there so he just thought she was in his room.
And he wasn't going to complain because he knew how much she liked his bed, and he wasn't planning on going there either because he wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep.
However, he didn't even sit on the sofa because he heard a muffled groan. Frowning, he stayed silent to make sure he wasn't delusional and he was sure when he heard it again coming from his room.
Curious, he made his way towards the bedroom in slow, silent steps. Was Y/N having nightmares or…
"Chanyeol." He stopped where he was when he heard the moan now louder and it had nothing to do with dreams, he knew that moan well but not coming from Y/N. That was why his eyes were wide. "Please, faster."
He felt the blood rush through his veins and pool in two places: his ears, which should have been red, and well…his cock.
The sound was low but still erotic. Something he never thought he'd hear from Y/N, it was so sensual that even going against his morals his feet carried him towards the bedroom door.
He swallowed hard and clenched his hands into fists when he had the privileged view of Y/N lying on his bed, with her panties pushed to the side while her fingers entered and left her quickly.
He smirked when he saw that she was wearing his purple sweatshirt.
Naughty, was all he thought.
Chanyeol wasn't even breathing, he wanted to be able to capture every sound Y/N made, be it the pained moans that came out of her mouth or the sound of her fingers desperately touching her intimacy.
"Chanyeol, I wanna cum. Please."
Heavens, he could never have imagined her saying that, but now that he had heard it, he felt every part of his body become electrified.
Y/N panted and arched as her fingers circled her clit, eyes closed as the most pornographic sounds came out he was sure she was close.
Chanyeol felt his pants get tighter and tighter as he got excited to see the scene.
"Fuck, more. Oh my God." and then he saw her squirm and her mouth open in a perfect O as a loud, drawn-out moan echoed through the house. As she moaned his name.
He felt every hair on his body stand on end and it took a lot of self-control not to bring his hand to the erection that was now apparent.
Y/N took a deep breath as spasms followed the orgasm, and Chanyeol felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy all wet and shiny as Y/N removed her fingers to adjust her panties back into place.
He would have laughed at Y/N's shocked face when she turned her head and saw him standing in the open doorway, if he wasn't completely aroused and ready to do something crazy.
Y/N's mouth opened a few times but no sound came out, it didn't even sound like she was the one moaning seconds ago, and she blinked more than usual. She was speechless.
That's why he took the opportunity to enter the room, being watched by her, and go to the bed, kneeling on the mattress without taking his eyes off her.
Y/N felt her eyes flicker as Chanyeol bent down so that his face was closer to hers, both of their breaths were panting and Y/N didn't even move.
"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" he whispered, bringing a hand to her thigh and Y/N sighed. "And do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head and Chanyeol lightly slapped her skin, making her moan in surprise. "They are punished."
"Please." she asked and he ran his hand over her sodden panties up to the sweatshirt she was wearing.
"Pretty conducive, don't you think?" he referred to the phrase and she bit her bottom lip.
"I was hoping it wasn't just fantasy." She replied quietly and Chanyeol brought his face more close to hers, their noses touching.
"Don't worry, tonight won't be."
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icequeenbae · 1 year
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Shot Through the Heart (m) | BBH
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Related works: Snapshot (m) [pt.1], Giving Love a Shot (m) [pt.3]
Pairing: photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader ft. soloidol!Kai
Photographer AU, PWP, angst(ish?), smut
Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, rough sex (incl. oral), angry sex(?), dirty talk, creampie
Word Count: ~4.5k
Summary: You and Baekhyun cross paths at work again. Problem is, your steamy photoshoots almost always lead to you having sex. Would the dynamic change if there’s another person in the room?
© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.
Author’s note: Hello my sweethearts!! I apologize for taking way too long to post this... Since last summer I wasn't nearly as active as before, and I wasn't sure why. But now that Baekhyunie is finally back from the military I suddenly feel slightly more energized. Maybe I'll post a bit more often from now on? 🙃 Unless my lovely @baekshoney kills me for making her beta read my crazy stories haha In any case, I hope you used your chance to refresh Snapshot in your memory, because this will be a continuation of the story of our idol!Reader and fuckb- ahem, photographer!Baek~
As always, my asks are open and I do my best to respond to all of your comments (in reblogs as well), so don't be shy to share any thoughts and impressions ❤️
Tags:  @exo-writers-net  @bbh-net  @superm-net
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The makeup crew was floating around you, pampering, and pampering, and pampering. You weren’t confident that there was even the slightest chance for your skin to survive this. It wasn’t unusual – photo shoots required just as much preparation as premiere events, the close-ups being rather demanding. Still, the more powdered your face became, the heavier you sighed, imagining the skincare routine you’d need to complete afterwards.
The best you could get from your make-up artists was help with removing the layers of whatever they used so generously on your face. The rest was up to you, and, fortunately, you care enough to go through with all of the gazillion steps of the process. Cleansing your pores, soothing your skin with toners and masks, applying serums and essences, using revitalizing creams… This took you forever, and any time you decided to skip a few steps, you ended up with acne, awfully dry or blotchy skin, or even more horrendous allergic reactions.
Tonight was going to be pretty long with all of the efforts that went into your behind-the-scenes glow-up.
‘Erase that frown, your makeup will get wrinkles, honey.’
Your frown only deepened as you heard his voice.
The women carrying the inquisition tools for your poor face almost squealed as he stepped closer. Baekhyun and his stupid charms. Even the makeup artists (in their late thirties to mid forties) were on the verge of fainting out of earthly existence whenever he walked by. You could swear he gave them a semi-interested onceover and a slight smile as soon as he stepped closer.
Although you really wanted to say something dirty just to take a swing at him, you stayed collected.
‘Is Kai ready?’ You asked with a scowl. ‘I want this over with. It’s been a long day.’
The day in question was indeed long. This photoshoot began in the morning, and you kept changing outfits and settings. Today's concept was ‘honeymoon’, so you and your partner – the biggest male solo act in your company – did your best to portray a young couple having the time of their lives. And this was supposed to be the final setting. The newlyweds’ bedroom.
After the huge sensation that your pool photoshoot became, your management decided that having you do more sexy and borderline scandalous concepts wasn’t a bad idea. Easy to monetize, anyway. So here you were, waiting to get half-undressed and possibly groped by none other than your sunbae.
Kai debuted only a year before you, and was instantly famous. His dancing skill was incredibly flamboyant, so it wasn’t surprising how quick he was to capture the audiences’ hearts. He was also a well-known heartthrob in the business, although most of the stuff in the media was made up to hype him up. This was a perfect opportunity to promote both of your albums, especially riding the wave from your previous sexy shoot.
‘Did I hear you call out for me, my love?’ Your partner for the day walked into the room bearing all of the grace in the world.
The swoons renewed, and you barely managed to prevent your eyes from rolling backwards.
‘Stop calling me that already.’
‘How can I? We should stay in character to convey the newlywed passion accurately.’
‘If you keep talking like the company staff in the meetings, I’m gonna barf.’
‘That doesn’t sound sexy. Not at all.’ Kai scrunched up his nose before winking at you. ‘But, in sickness and in health, right?’
‘Alright, lovebirds. Finish up your makeup and let’s do this. The sunrise will be over soon and I want to catch you in natural lighting.’
‘Mine is done,’ Kai quipped, climbing on the bed next to you.
‘I certainly hope that mine is too.’
‘We’re almost finished, Y/N-ssi. Just making sure your skin doesn’t look oily in the pictures,’ one of the staff members provided.
You gave her a pointed look before someone seized your face and tilted your head backwards to examine it closely.
‘Looks matte enough to me. Let’s clear the room.’ Baekhyun murmured before repeating louder for the rest of the team.
‘How cute,’ Kai chuckled in your ear while the photographer busied himself with the equipment.
Sighing, you avoided his teasing gaze.
Kai was also a friend. And one of the very few people who knew that you had something going on with Baekhyun. Prior to this shoot, you had asked him to be discreet about it, especially since the whole topic of your relationship with the blond was sensitive. You didn’t want him (or the staff!) to get the wrong idea. So, your sunbae’s occasional ‘meaningful’ looks seriously made you tick.
‘Alright, let’s begin.’ Baekhyun finally closed the door and turned around, eyeing you with precision. ‘Stand in front of the bed, so that she could look up at you. A bit to the left.’
He took a couple of shots, mumbling something in affirmation. You glanced in his direction while he was checking something in his camera.
‘Look at him, not me,’ Baekhyun pressed playfully, and Kai snatched it away from him.
‘Right, look at me only, wifey!’
His fingers touched your face to get your attention, and you heard a few clicks.
The three of you were quick to fall into step, and soon enough you’d moved on to posing on the bed. Play fighting, hugging each other, almost kissing – all with strict instructions from your photographer. This was… exhibitionistic in a way.
Only half an hour into the process, Kai was already shirtless. Baekhyun also ditched the usual hoodie, and you glanced at the plain tee he was wearing underneath. It hugged his chest tightly and made you crave touching it. But you weren’t about to act on this impulse.
‘Show more skin. Ride her dress up a bit and put your palm on her hip. Yes. And keep looking at her like this.’
You nodded to Kai as he gave you a chance to refuse and held onto his shoulders while watching him proceed. The pads of his fingers were cool, so it naturally roused goosebumps all over your thigh. Blinking at the reaction of your skin, you looked away, bashful. But in that, you turned to the other man.
Baekhyun stared at Kai’s hand for a second or two longer than necessary, and then got back to finding the best spot to capture it. The click of the shutter brought you back to reality, and you realized your eyes were on him the entire time.
‘Lie down,’ the photographer commanded, voice laced with gruffness. ‘Kai, stay up on your elbow.’
The whole thing was more uncomfortable than sexy, if anyone asked you. Posing or acting that way wasn’t at all intimate. For all of the people present it was simply their job, and you were enormously thankful that there were only the three of you. Having more spectators would’ve made this so much direr.
Nevertheless, the biggest hardship on your account was your and Baekhyun’s eyes accidentally crossing paths. The way he looked at you gave you chills. His eyes were hollow, dimmed by the scenes he was conjuring up in his mind, no doubt. The shameless desire he had for you made your own pulse pick up. Damn him and his effect on you.
The tension forming between you was almost palpable, and you were getting a bit nervous.
Kai asked something in a hushed voice, and you nodded. As soon as you did, a touch to your inner thigh made you jolt.
‘Sorry. I assumed your nod meant it’s okay,’ he eyed you half-curiously and half-apologetically.
You cleared your throat.
‘Uh- yeah. I’m just- ticklish.’
Baekhyun huffed, and you kept yourself from glaring at him. Yes, you lied. You weren’t ticklish there, you were sensitive. As a person, who used every opportunity to shove his face between your thighs, he knew that very well.
‘No need to actually get under her skirt.’ He stressed, looking at Kai.
‘Jealous much?’ The model murmured back mockingly, and Baekhyun frowned.
‘Why would I be?’
‘Ask your boner.’
As soon as the words left Kai’s mouth, both you and Baekhyun looked at his crotch. It was obvious that something was stirring up, even though he wasn’t visibly tenting. Otherwise, the blond wouldn’t have reacted to the provocation so easily.
Gulping, you tore your eyes from his pants to turn to your ‘husband’ for today. He grinned charmingly at you, caressing your cheek.
‘I hope you’re getting this, Baekhyun-ah,’ he nudged, again, messing with him. ‘Wifey here is living her best moments.’
Addressing Baekhyun so very informally while he was two years older than him was a challenge.
‘As if you know what you’re doing,’ the photographer shot back, tilting his head to the side.
You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite grasping where this childish rivalry came from.
‘And you think you’d do better if you were in my place?’
Kai’s hand stroked the curve of your waist before resting on your hip again.
‘I know I’d do better,’ Baekhyun sneered coldly. ‘I do better whenever I am.’
As he said that, your vision went dark for a split second. You literally thought he was crazy. He had no idea that Kai knew about your… whatever this was between you. And being so explicit about it made you question his motives once again.
What was this even? Marking his territory? You’d been around long enough to understand that this wasn’t his ordinary behavior, and you in no way agreed to being his territory.
‘How about I touch you some more, love?’ Kai teased, leaning in provocatively.
‘How about you do not?’ Baekhyun interrupted.
As you look up at the photographer, you notice the tick in his jaw. He seemed properly frustrated at this point. You realized you’d never seen him this annoyed. He looked… hot, even. Very similar to what he looked like when he was on top of you, excruciatingly close to coming.
The thought made you gulp.
‘Why not? I say we make this concept a reality. Someone’s eager anyways,’ Kai smirked, raising a sassy eyebrow.
Baekhyun returned his gaze, chin defiant.
‘I don’t share.’
You couldn’t explain why, but hearing this curt phrase had you biting down on your lip for a second, to contain a moan from the sudden pulse through your core. This was probably nothing, just men being… well, men. But you decided to wait and see where this would lead you.
‘Alright then. Let’s give the lady of hearts the choice! Whom would you like to leave this room, peaches? I call her peaches, because, I mean, you’ve probably seen that gorgeous ass of hers…’
Kai trailed off, almost making you chuckle. He’d never actually called you that before.
But you’d accepted the fuse and lit it.
Taking a couple seconds to exchange gazes with Kai, you then slowly turned to face Baekhyun. And then you motioned towards the door with your eyes.
His lower lip twitched in a way you couldn’t miss.
‘I see. Guess we’ll be carrying on without you,’ the model singsonged.
Baekhyun’s expression hardened. You knew you were in trouble as soon as he carefully put his camera down and ran his fingers through his blond hair.
‘Get out.’
You knew you were in trouble.
‘She just said-’
‘She’ll change her mind in no time,’ Baekhyun ripped the door open. ‘Out.’
Kai fell silent at the authoritative tone the photographer now acquired. He turned to you and you nodded slightly, agreeing to submit yourself to whatever awaited. You watched him get off the bed and walk out of the room reluctantly before the door was shut and locked behind him.
Baekhyun turned around, and you were met with the darkest expression you’d ever seen on his handsome face. You felt your skin prickle with goosebumps, and your tongue instinctively ran over your lips.
Furiously aroused. That he was.
The photographer walked towards you silently before grabbing you by the hair and dragging you off the bed and onto the floor. Before you knew it, his pants were down, and his dick was deep in your throat. Not that you weren’t ready for that.
‘Fucking slut.’ His voice was low and merciless.
Baekhyun went at it, rough and fast, keeping you on your knees while fucking your face. You looked straight at him despite your eyes watering, and there was no doubt that your makeup was instantly ruined. But you didn’t really protest, letting him use your mouth to ease his frustration.
This was new. Exciting.
You whimpered, and he panted as the pleasurable vibration in your throat made his pelvis stutter. So, you did it again. On purpose, this time. Baekhyun grunted, tugging you away.
‘Enjoying yourself too much, I believe,’ he smirked at you, breaths ragged, and slapped your face with his fully hard cock.
Giving him a sharp look for going as far as to destroying the rest of your makeup, you shifted in your spot.
‘No. You don’t get to give me attitude after acting like a whore.’
He wasn’t gentle when he got you up on the bed again, on all fours. Slapped your ass in the process as well.
‘Is this where you wanted his hand to go?’ He traced your inner thigh before slipping under your panties and smearing your arousal around your entrance. ‘Dripping, aren’t you, little slut?’
He slammed two fingers inside and you yelped. You weren’t ready for such an unceremonious intrusion. Still, without giving you a second to recover, he began fingering you. Because he knew that if you didn’t lean forward, that was because it felt really damn good. His long fingers were quick and harsh, and the pace made you start sobbing in seconds.
It was divine.
But Baekhyun got impatient soon enough and flipped you over on your back. You felt his palms on your thighs as he pulled up your dress and removed your littered panties.
This wasn’t something you did often, and maybe you should’ve been offended by his ways of handling you… On the other hand, you felt so naughty that you were ready to beg him to fuck you.
Fortunately, there was no need to do so. He wasted no more than two seconds getting on top of you before beginning to pound you into the mattress. The sex was fast and angry, and you were surprised that it didn’t hurt. Or maybe you simply couldn’t feel the pain, because of how enthralled you were by this man.
The photographer’s blond hair looked messy, and you got a handful just to spite him. Smirking breathlessly, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder to stretch you out, and went even harder. It was clear that your pussy was nothing but a wet slippery mess that Baekhyun tore through like a feral animal. You whined, arching your back to get the best of his thrusts, while the pleasure in your center was building and spreading like a forest fire. The sensation was subtle in the beginning, yet progressed rapidly to intense throbbing.
His fingers rubbed your swollen lips, almost making you drool, and his hips kept up the brutal pace. The blond’s eyes stared deep into yours, and you simply couldn’t hold his gaze.
‘B-Baekhyun, I’m gonna c-’ Your breath hitched as the wave of your pleasure subsided to start building back up right away. ‘Oh-h my god-’
It usually wasn’t this intense. Once your release was there, it was there. This time… It came and went, and you were dying for him to push you over the edge.
‘Want me to leave the room now?’ Baekhyun gritted vindictively, enjoying your helplessness underneath him.
‘Please-’ Your eyes kept rolling backwards with every abrupt press of Baekhyun’s lips to the blotchy skin of your neck until you couldn’t take it anymore, muttering like a mad woman. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m… Baek- mph-’
His palm was swift to find your mouth and cover it, sealing your moans just in time.
Shaking violently, you didn’t even notice the moment he let your leg slide off his shoulder to press closer to your vulva with each movement. The rubbing of the sensitive skin, the wetness and squelching, the uncontrollable shaking… You hiccupped, enduring all that while he continued fucking into you until he finished as well.
Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as the last spurt of his cum filled your insides. There was no pulling out this time, and it was exactly how you needed it. You’d never had angry wild sex like this, and finishing it any other way would’ve been a disgrace.
He didn’t pull out for a minute, and you just blinked away the water in your eyes. You weren’t really crying; it was a natural reaction to the intensity of the act.
In fact, your mind was so entirely blank and smoothed out that when Baekhyun suddenly looked you in the eye, it startled you.
‘Date me.’ He repeated his long-standing offer, forcefully this time.
As you opened your mouth to refuse again, you ended up immobilized by both his weight and determined gaze.
‘Why not?’ He pressed, guessing the intended answer.
‘I don’t want to.’
‘Bullshit. Why not, Y/N?’
He slipped out, and you flinched, sitting up as well. The aftershocks of your pleasure still had you on edge, and you had to clear your throat before announcing what your thoughts on the subject were.
‘I don’t want a boyfriend who can’t keep it in his pants.’
Baekhyun clicked his tongue.
‘Interesting. I haven’t had sex once since our last shoot, what, 3 months ago? And you’re telling me I can’t keep my penis in check?’
You rolled your eyes, unappreciative of his ‘heroic’ abstinence duration. He didn’t let it slide.
‘Hey, you may think it’s nothing. But- I’ve never gone longer than a couple of weeks without it. And I haven’t masturbated this much since I first hit puberty,’ he sighed and tongued his cheek, contemplating his next words. ‘I just can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. And I don’t want anyone else.’
Looking down, you avoided his eyes. His reputation preceded him, and you knew exactly what he was famous for in some circles.
‘Yeah, I did screw around. A lot. But it’s because I chose to. This…’ he motioned between you, ‘is different.’
You scoffed at his words.
‘Spoken like a true fuckboy.’
‘So, you’re gonna hold it against me? What am I guilty of, being young and healthy, being a man? Or never having met anyone I wanted to start something serious with?’
Pursing your lips, you allowed him to continue.
‘I cared about none of those girls, Y/N, and I never told them otherwise. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, only to satisfy my needs. You have no idea how frustrated even a few days of no sex make me. I don’t know, I just have a high sex drive, maybe.’
‘Yeah, I’ve noticed.’ You muttered.
‘I’m serious.’
‘I hear you, Baekhyun,’ you raised your arms, asking him to chill. ‘But I can’t say it doesn’t scare me away. You’re not exactly what they call boyfriend material.’
He exhaled sharply, visibly irritated by your attitude.
‘That’s not fair. I am not going to deny that since the moment I saw you for the first time, all I could think of was getting you naked and underneath me. And maybe for a second, I believed that it was going to solve everything. But it didn’t work,’ he hesitated before clarifying. ‘I never lost my interest in you.’
You scoffed again, this time in offense.
‘So, you just wanted to fuck me to get it out of your system?’
‘Fucking you wasn’t my goal, initially. I- Remember how we met?’
Of course, you remembered. It happened last year at a huge annual gala held by one of the top entertainment broadcasting companies. You ran into each other at the afterparty, conversed, had a good time and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. At the end of the evening, he insisted on giving you his number…
All in all, it went great, and you even intended to hit him up. Until the next day, when one of your members told you to stay away from him. She said he was trouble and shared that she’d heard plenty of relays of his Casanova adventures on the grapevine. How he liked to mingle with all the pretty young models he conducted photoshoots with, and how managers didn’t let rookies out of their sight whenever they had to work with him. You remembered very well how your high hopes for him had crumbled that day.
‘Yeah, at the gala.’ You answer matter-of-factly. ‘We ran into each other.’
‘The afterparty,’ he nodded. ‘But do not think for a second that we’ve met by accident.’
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
‘I don’t follow.’
‘Y/N…’ He shifted on the bed next to you. ‘I ‘bumped’ into you on purpose. I liked you. And I liked you even more by the end of that night, which seemed mutual. But you never called.’
Swallowing, you looked away.
‘I- Heard things. About you. And I didn’t want to be another notch in your belt for people to talk about.’
‘Yet the next time we saw each other, after your group photoshoot… I didn’t come to your dressing room to fuck you, you know? I wanted to ask you out. Discreetly.’
You sneered.
‘Right. Your platonic means didn’t last, as far as I recall.’
‘You’re the one who was at the door wearing nothing but a robe! Also, you dragged me inside.’
‘I didn’t want anyone to see you! You know gossip travels fast.’ You argued.
That wasn’t a lie, you had many eyes on you at the time. Even now being caught together like this could’ve been problematic. You pulled him into your dressing room without thinking. But as soon as you were left alone… Something came over you. It was impossible to bring to mind who made the first move then, but just a few moments later you were already kissing.
That photoshoot started your little ‘tradition’ of having sex after each one.
‘I was too infatuated with you to stop. And you kicked me out so fast afterwards,’ he continued ranting. ‘I know it’s my fault that I didn’t- But it’s not fair for you to judge me. I liked you for a long time, and you always kept me at an arm’s length. You only ever allow me to get close when we fuck.’
‘That’s not- Uh- Maybe it is true. And I told you why.’
‘Come on, Y/N,’ he ruffled his blond hair up in frustration. ‘I admit that I’m no church oppa. Still, that doesn’t mean that I can’t be a good boyfriend.’
‘Up until you don’t see me for longer than a couple weeks. And that’s bound to happen sooner or later.’
He let out a frustrated huff, getting off the bed, pulling his pants up and beginning to pace the room.
‘You’re driving me crazy. Why are you pushing me away? Do you prefer it the way it is now?’
Looking away from him, you gave a soft answer.
‘No.’
‘Then what? Do you even know how many half-nude photoshoots I had in the span of these 3 months? I didn’t even care. At all. The girls seemed disappointed, but I didn’t care. Because none of them were you.’
‘Maybe you just want me because I keep saying ‘no’ to you.’ You sounded unsure, because you were.
Things were popping into your head now, stuff you’d heard on the idol radio in the past few weeks. Like your members gossiping about the main dancer of another group, who was salty about getting turned down by a photographer on a recent occasion. They discussed in great detail what she’d said, and you remembered a couple facts.
The girl was angry, because they’d had sex before and she knew he didn’t do the same person twice. Her pride was hurt since she was sure she could be the one he overlooked his principle for, and he did not. Another thing (you remembered it since your maknae became flaming red when this was brought up) was that… she couldn’t get him to go down on her even the first time. She was pissed, because, apparently, the guy didn’t like oral. Which, in your mind, was certainly proof that it was a different photographer. Baekhyun was the oral sex guy. He loved putting his mouth to good use, and he (like any man) welcomed a casual blowie, so that couldn’t have been him. Unless?
‘What’s your stance on oral sex? Giving?’
Baekhyun stopped pacing and looked at you in surprise.
‘What?’
‘Just answer the damn question.’ You huffed impatiently, letting your feet down to get off the bed as well.
The slow trickle of his seed caused you to cross your legs.
‘I love it. I could do it all day with you. Why?’
‘And with others?’ You clarified, withholding your disappointment.
‘I’ve never done it with others.’ The earnest tone of his voice stunned you.
Reading the look of disbelief on your face, he shrugged.
‘I told you. Fucking was to blow off some steam and nothing more. With you… it’s not.’
He came closer and took your face in his palms.
‘I’ve always been serious about you, Y/N. And I need you to give me the benefit of the doubt.’
‘You’re asking for a lot.’ You closed your eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours.
‘I know. But I promise I’ll do my best to- not fuck this up. It’s new to me. So- don’t get mad at me, just guide me and tell me what you need. I’m a quick study,’ he took a breath, and you realized you needed one as well. ‘If you want me to shower you with flowers or send you sugary ‘good morning’ messages, just say the word. I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend, but I want to be one for you.’
You looked him in the eye, evaluating his sincerity. And he seemed so overwhelmingly genuine that you couldn’t find it in yourself to push him away this time.
‘Okay…’
He blinked.
‘Okay?’
‘Yes. We can… try.’
Baekhyun’s eyes became wide, and he suddenly grabbed you and swirled you around.
‘Sh- no, put me back down!’ You whisper yelled at your… boyfriend?
This was crazy. Your train completely went off the rails.
‘Nicely played!’ The voice behind the door exclaimed.
You both froze, then Baekhyun put you back down, frowning.
That was without a doubt… Kai’s voice.
‘Is he… still here?’ The blond asked out loud.
‘Of course! I couldn’t chill out forever without attracting suspicion. And did you really expect me to not come back to eavesdrop? I’m going back, but Y/N’s manager might be coming up any moment now.’ The voice became more distant by the end of the sentence.
Both of you looked back at the messed up (and cum-stained) bed and the state of your own clothing and makeup.
You swore in unison.
‘Shit!’
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A/N: Done with part 2, what about part 3? 🤪 Alright, let's get a breather first. Don't be shy to drop an ask and reblog to give your author here some gratification for the nights of no sleep 😊
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mgg-81 · 10 months
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Tossed [K.JM]
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A/N’s NOTE: I've been on a halt for many months now due to the busy life, applying jobs here and there. I've tried to write during my stop but motivations sometimes come and go and I couldn't even finish what I started. Hopefully, writing enthusiastically will come to me again. Dedicated to @cxsmicmyeon, who loves Junmyeon so much!
NOTE 2: The Chanyeol fanfic requested is on the way!
NOTE 3: This was supposed to be written with Lee Know of Stray Kids as the lead, but our bunny leader fits it more.
Genre: Small fluff, Small angst, Adventure, Fantasy Pirate!AU, Merman!AU
Ratings and Warnings: Be careful with swords y'all.
Characters: Kim Junmyeon X Female!Reader
Word Count: 1,715
Date of Publication: 17-06-2023
Junmyeon shouldn’t have thought of going up and seeking the presence of humans.
In spite of that, he had no choice.
Yet here he was, breathing heavily while being pinned down by two women with their swords, his neck feeling the sharpness that if he ever moves more, blood will be surely drawn out of his skin. His legs…no…he meant, tail, ever glistened in the noon sun, him gently flapping it from time to time as if he was reminding himself he needs water. More specifically, ocean water.
Junmyeon’s head was hung low and his arms were stuck on his sides. His pulse vibrated more the longer he was lying on the wooden surface. He could only make the shape of the boots of women coming here and there as his head was still down. But he could make out their voices.
“Captain!” he heard one say, with a tone that felt like the woman was willing to bend everything for their leader on the ship. He sensed the rest of the boots following the lead.
“Well, well, well, look at what we have here,” a heavier sound of boots came about and echoed along the wood. He knew already that the owner of those boots held a strong authority around. He watched it walk with a hint of confident mockery as if the pirates themselves have caught a hidden treasure.
Once the boots stopped in front of him, Junmyeon held his breath, which was followed by the sudden disappearance of the swords that were far away from his reach. He took a deep inhale, but it made his chest ache, for he was still longing to be one with the waters below, though Junmyeon stayed still rather than looking like a wailing fish or risk being sliced into tuna sushi.
It didn’t stop there.
Junmyeon’s senses were on high alert once he felt the figure of the heavier boots slowly kneeling as if they were about to pray. A slow but amused grunt came from their lips as they continued to kneel until Junmyeon was face to face with your regal features.
You are beautiful.
Dangerously beautiful.
From hearing his fellow merpeople, most stories of pirates were made of men. He would listen to rumors about ships full of nasty and smelly men; with big egos, violent attitudes, and always having the life of the party for rum. Men, who thought they could have it all. Men, who thought they could rule the seas. Men, who were nothing but traveling meaninglessly and seeking something that probably wasn’t even there in the first place.
Junmyeon had also heard that bringing a woman to a ship brings bad luck. However, with this certain large vessel, he was sure women aren’t bringers of bad luck.
This was different.
It was the other way around, at the moment his eyes looked at you. A woman. But the familiarity of your face sent chills down his spine.
You weren’t just a captain.
You are the commander of the highly revered and feared ship of all, The Exodus of the High Seas.
Junmyeon knew about the vessel and its crew. Myths and stories revolved so much around the notorious ship, never steering away from the mouths of every land and even creatures of the sea. More so, people were more curious about who runs the ship no man could ever attempt to sink or take advantage of. It was as if a veil would cover the ship and be hidden from the view of every person who would look at the white and gold-painted ship. While the ship was painted in merry colors, the insides were blood-stained, with treasures and victories no man could ever attain.
All because of your leadership. The notorious and legendary Y/N.
Yet Junmyeon couldn’t look away.
He was supposed to cower in fear, scream for help, and try to swerve his body toward the ocean, yet his face remained frozen upon you.
For a captain who brought many stories to tell among people, you look so young. Junmyeon seemed to look at you as if you were just around his age. Obsidian eyes that sparkled with mischief, milky skin that lies underneath a signature puffed white sleeve, and your hair…hair that flows like the waves of the ocean he was longing for.
While you were youthful, Junmyeon could look upon your eyes the weight of your life being in the seas and being on the run. More so, the little faint white scars that designed your arms and neck were visible to him, telling him of victories of you that came with a price. A pirate’s life isn’t all just adventures.
“What brings you here, merman?” you asked without hesitation. Junmyeon blinked. You were talking to him. No formal introductions, none whatsoever. Just straight to the point.
“Well?” You raised an eyebrow. Junmyeon looked away from your eyes down to your left hand, fingers caressing the hilt of a sword attached to your waist. Silent or not, either way, he’d end up dead by your hands. He slowly raised his eyes back to yours and sensed you were out for the kill, body looking weary.
Junmyeon lifted himself slightly. “Curiosity got the best of me,” he answered.
You scoffed. “From what I’ve heard, folks of the sea don’t even try to come out just because they’re curious so,” you sheathed your sword out and aligned it with Junmyeon’s neck. “Try to mock me again.”
This time, Junmyeon felt the blade tear open a little on the side of his neck, drawing drops of blood. His eyes widened at your actions and glared at you as he tried to maneuver his head away from your sword.
“You know it’s bad to injure a merfolk,” he gritted his teeth.
You further pressed the sword. “I don’t care,” you sneered. “Try to fool me now. Drawing a merman’s blood won’t get in my way of knowing you’re lying.”
“Captain,” Junmyeon heard from behind you one of your comrades, hesitatingly moving forward and trying to stop you from further hurting him. “We shouldn’t—“
Unfortunately, you were on deaf ears. Junmyeon didn’t know which was more painful; the blade of your sword against his now bleeding neck or the lack of water he needed so much. While he struggled, he looked once more into your eyes; while your eyes were full of rage, there was a hidden hesitance Junmyeon could see. It wasn’t out of fear because you might injure him and be cursed, but because you might feel guilty upon taking his life, curious or not, Junmyeon could see you didn’t want to hurt him.
It was the right opportunity for him to bring about his request.
 “I’m here to find someone with a pure heart,” Junmyeon blurted, and that made your movements halt.
“A pure---what?” you frowned, reducing lightly the pressure of your sword against Junmyeon’s neck much to his relief.
“I’ve come to ask for help,” Junmyeon insisted. “I’ve encountered a lot of ships, met people, and tried to ask but to no avail.”
Junmyeon looked down and contemplated even revealing why he was searching for a human being with the purest of intentions. Surely in all of reality, every person has a bad and good side, but it’s on them whether they let good or evil prevail in their minds and hearts. Junmyeon knew you were a criminal on the run, but deep down, he knew.
He just knew.
He could not waste anymore.
“Something…was stolen...precious in the ocean that is one of the pillars of the waters,” Junmyeon explained as he was slowly feeling the dryness of the wooden floor and the sun. “That’s why…the oceans and the seas are always roaring and not letting any ship land to safety. Only a human…with a pure heart can be able to find what’s ours…and be brought back.”
“Why aren’t you the one bringing it back?” you placed your sword back on your belt and crossed your arms in a questioning manner.
Junmyeon was slowly starting to get aggravated. He was starting to feel the effects of being out of the water. His breathing became more and more ragged much to your alarm.
“A-A hum-man…stole it, a-a…human m-must b-bring…it back,” Junmyeon said with difficulty, his mind was slowly turning into mush as if a heavy anchor was pressed down on him. From his vision, you didn’t stop and waited if he would wither and die on the spot. You quickly rose and turned to face your crew, barking orders here and there like a madwoman.
Soon enough, Junmyeon felt hands carry his body. More voices echoed and rang around his ears and into his skull. He wanted to move, wanted to fight, but your crew’s grip on him was strong. Maybe you weren’t convinced enough that’s why he’s being carried right now to be tossed away in a land that would immediately kill him.
But alas, his expectations of you were wrong.
Water engulfed him and embraced him as if he and the liquid were one. Little bubbles rose on his fingers like little friends welcoming him. Soaking himself in the water, Junmyeon felt his strength going back. He’d soon realized he was brought up and laid down in a very large wooden tub enough to accumulate his size in the middle of the ship. Feeling a little of his worries go away, he rushed to the surface of the tub, to be met with your face once again.
“Here,” you said as something cold was pressed to Junmyeon’s neck, him slightly flinching from the texture.
“It’s an herb,” you added. “I…didn’t mean to injure you.”
Solace was shared between the two of you, not knowing what to say. The awkwardness was evident in your features after what you’d just done to him, and Junmyeon’s eyes softened.
“Trust me, you are,” he insisted.
Your head shot up. “What?”
“You’re a person with a pure heart,” Junmyeon clarified. “A person I’m looking for to bring back what was stolen.”
You let out a ‘tch’ before leaning your face closer to him, eyes now back to shooting daggers. “I’m a pirate…and I’m no saint.”
Junmyeon shook his head. “Trust me, you are,” he repeated.
He felt hope.
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scarlet-sky4 · 5 months
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"You're showered by the glow of the moonlight. It's so enchanting; can't get you out of my mind." EXO - Moonlight
moodboard for my fic Wolfbound 🍁
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byuntrash101 · 2 years
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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 5
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barista!baekhyun x fem!reader
mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw
3.9 word count
sir kink, big cock, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, getting caught kink (kinda), semi public (storage room of empty shop), oral (f), orgasm control (f), breeding kink, creampie 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹
Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.
Concept song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.
A/N: I'm so so happy to be back with a new chapter of this series. We are nearing the end guys. Only one chapter left after this one. I hope you'll enjoy it. As usual don't forget to tell me about what you thought in the comments. Feedback is everythinggg <3 -Cat 😸
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It’s been a while since you visited your lovely, handsome, sweet, loving perfect boyfriend at the café. So you are particularly happy to go visit him at work today. He called you yesterday evening and told you it may be possible to see each other today. 
Most of the time Baekhyun is the busiest man you know. Between working past hours everyday, managing the deliveries and supplies, and doing the accounting of the whole café and somehow managing to switch up the specials every two weeks so the customers never get bored. It became that inside joke that he has a twin to back him up so he can catch some sleep once every full moon.
So one can say it is rare to catch your lovely boyfriend in bright daylight. Most of the time you only see him at night when he’s not drowning in paperwork or in coffee beans.
But you just love to welcome him into your apartment after a hard day’s work. The strong smell of coffee that cling to his hair mixed with his cologne and the faint sweaty musk of a hard working man. It was so comforting when you were finally able to hold him in your arms and rest your chin on his broad shoulder, your face perfectly nested in the crook of his neck.
The mere thought makes you take a deep breath as you turn at the last crossroad before Le Coeur de Séoul. 
Sadly most of the time this isn’t even possible. Most of the time Baekhyun has to go back to his appartement which, unfortunately, is too little for the both of you to meet there. Well, you’ve never actually seen it but he has told you many times that it’s actually a tiny studio with only two rooms. One bathroom and well everything else. He joked many times about not needing a fire detector because if anything burns off in the oven he practically sleeps with his head in it.
But even when he doesn’t have time to actually meet, he would always find time for you. He would call you, send you cute goodnight texts. Most of the time accompanied with a sexy picture of him. Like freshly out the shower, with soaked hair dripping down his face and with the towel resting purposely low on his hips or when working out at the gym letting the close fitted clothes hug his frame so nicely and sweat shining down his neck. 
Sometimes even more daring pictures of his... goods. That usually ends in you also sharing your own body with him. He would facetime you at 1 am and have you strip and do all kinds of dirty things to the camera for him while he would stroke himself. Your stomach jumps up just thinking back at what you did yesterday. His rough and husky voice coming out the speaker of his phone as he looked with avid eyes at you fingering yourself on his behalf.
That side of your relationship was so enticing. You were both so pasionnate about each other that it would often end exactly like that with Baekhyun asking eargerly for your nudes or even unannouced meeting in the middle of the night at your appartement where you’d have torrid sex. 
Well, actually it would always end up like this because Baekhyun was insatiable. His sex drive always demanded something from you and luckily you were up for the challenge because there was nothing you wanted more than to satisfy your man. So you complied happily every time he reached for your help to relieve himself after a stressful day of granting the customers’ every whim and getting angry on the phone with the delayed suppliers. 
And today is special! You think to yourself as you spot the store from the familiar pedestrian crossing across the street. Today officially marks your 6 months together. 6 months since that fateful late afternoon in the café. So you’re coming with a surprise. The very first time you invited him over at your place he found your dad’s rolex and he brings it up quite often. He even confessed to you how jealous he was when he thought maybe a guy you were seeing left it at your apartment. It kind of also became an inside joke between the both of you. So why not offer him a rolex? 
You went to your father’s jeweler and picked the most elegant one you could find. Not a gaudy one like the one of your father, all gold with hundreds of encrusted diamonds and a huge framing that could easily pass as a whole clock.
No, this one was perfect. It was matching Baekhyun in every way possible. The platinum bracelet had a dark grey patina that was matching the strapping of the framing while it had a pearly pine tree green background. The silver roman numbers added to the elegance of the jewel and of course the watchmaking was of the utmost standards, state of the art, the discreet little crown logo under the hand of the watch testified of its quality.
It was everything Baekhyun was: elegant, classy, manly and of course expensive. Very expensive. But Baekhyun was worth hundreds of thousands of these watches. He was invaluable. Truly the perfect gift for the perfect occasion for the perfect man.
It’s what you thought when you pushed in the doors of the rustic café and heard the familiar chime of the bell hung above the door.
You immediately spotted a blonde tuft of hair cleaning the tables at the back of the café, his large back turned towards you as he diligently wiped down the table. 
“Welcome at Le Coeur de Séoul. What can I g-” he interrupted himself when he spotted you. Immediately his eyes turned to the big rustic clock as he shuffled hastily towards you. 
“Hey Baby” he says as he wraps one arm around your waist and looks over his shoulder through the big shop window. “What are you doing here?” he says, wearing a small nervous smile. “You’re early” your eyes darted all over his handsome face.
His earring dangling with the movements of his head, the nervous brows and the half smile don’t sit right. But you brush it off.
“I just thought since it’s our six month anniverssary we should celebrate” you say in a small, almost apologetic voice.
“Oh my gosh baby” he pouts adorably and takes your frame into his big embrace. “ You’re so cute”.
“I got you something” you present the small box wrapped in discreet gray wrapping.
“Oh my sweet baby” he coos at you, enclosing his big hands around your tiny ones holding the box. “Let’s go in the back so the customers don’t bother us, okay sweetheart?” he says as he hurries you through the small back door with his hand pressed against the small of your back.
The room was cluttered and poorly lit. It was dark and narrow but you didn’t mind the atmosphere. Actually the secluded and small space felt secure, you felt safe with Baekhyun's large body pressed against you while the new delivery of coffee beans perfumed the cramped supply room with their rich aroma.
“Here” you handed him the small box while you looked at him through your lashes.
“Thank you baby girl” he huffed, his whisper bouncing off the walls of the small rooms to your ears.
As his fingers busied themselves with unwrapping the present you grew more and more anxious. Now that the moment had come you weren’t so sure about the so-called “perfection” of the gift. What if he wasn’t into watches at all? And coming to think of it, wasn’t pine tree green kind of a bold choice? Sure it compliments the brown apron pretty well and you figured he would be able to wear it everyday to work but what if he just dislikes this color? You never saw him wearing green before. Maybe there’s a good reason for it.
By the time Baekhyun opens the box your soft facial features are soaked with worry as you’re anxiously fidgeting with your fingers. 
“Baby…” he gasps, pausing in time while he covers his mouth with his palm.
“What? You know if you don’t like it we can always return it. I don't know why I picked green, honestly I just-” you ramble but Baekhyun interrupts you.
“No, baby” he looks up at you. “I love it” you let out a big sigh of relief before beaming at him.
“Happy 6 months anniverssary” you just simply say while Baekhyun sets the box on one of the suspended shelves and hugs you once more. His cologne floats to your nose, and you close your eyes to return his embrace.
“I have a gift for you too” he whispers into your neck.
“Really?”
“Yes” you felt his lips being pulled into a smirk against the skin of your neck. And he pressed his already hardening cock onto your stomach.
For a split second you can’t help but to feel disappointed… Well, you looked for the perfect gift for weeks not to mention the price of the thing, not that you mind anyway. Of course you don’t mind, you would give up everything for him. Everything in this world. 
But it doesn’t matter if he doesn't have anything right now. But look he’s already trying to make it up to you with what he has on hand. You’re certain that it’s just the beginning! That later tonight after work he’ll take you out to a nice restaurant and get you flowers. Yeah… you’re sure of it!
His lips latch onto your skin and his hands rush from your thighs to underneath your skirt to pull down on your panties. You gasp as you feel the air brush against your already dampening folds. No matter how often or how quick Baekhyun is, he knows how to make you wet. You couldn't resist him even if you tried. 
As soon as the panties hit the floor he crouches and hangs one of your legs over his shoulder. To not lose balance you lean back onto one of the shelves, pushing away some empty cardboard boxes to make room for your hands holding on the edge of the wooden shelving.
“I’ll make you nice and ready for me babygirl” he whispers, lips flush against your folds. His warm breath lifts goosebumps on your skin and pulls a shaky gasp from your lips.
He checks the time on his brand new watch and smirks again. 
“Since you’re ealy we have a time for a quick fuck” he said before wrapping his pink lips around your already sensitive clit. You instantly feel weak at the knees when you feel his warm mouth around you. You press one hand onto your mouth to keep yourself from moaning while the other holds on for dear life on the edge of the shelf. 
“But we gotta be real quick okay baby?” he asks, briefly parting his lips from yours, looking up at you through his lashes. 
“Okay” you meekly reply, repressing a moan while Baekhyun goes down on you once more, lapping with hunger at your cunt, made shiny with your arousal and his spit.
“You’re going to be a good girl and get wet fast for me right baby” Lust laces his deep voice as he gives no rest to your already throbbing center. 
“Yes sir” you respond nodding vigorously, feeling each tease of his tongue on your swollen clit you can’t help but to moan through your fingers, muffling them as much as you can while you get soaking wet for Baekhyun. Just like he asked you, you always do your best to satisfy him and within a few seconds your thighs are coated with your juices, strings of your arousal dangling between your swollen and needy cunt and the floor while your leg resting on Baekhyun’s shoulder shake and make your panties sway on your ankles. 
You are so close to your release when Baekhyun stops. You let out a small whimper of disappointment.
“Don’t you finish by yourself you naughty little girl” Baekhyun says as he licks his lips clean.
“Yes sir” you say again but Baekhyun notices how your wet pussy clenches and throbs, so eager to be touched again, so needy for him. His eyes trail up your body and to your face. You’re flushed red, hand still pressed to your lips trying to hide away from him. He definetely loves that innocent look in your eyes, even after all these countless times he had fucked you. After he defiled your innocence and made you his toy, his cocksleeve, his play thing, after all the dirty things he forced you to say and the nasty things he got you to do… After all this you still looked like a scared little doe-eyed virgin.
He’s surely going to miss that.
He brushes his tip on your fold all the while maintaining steady eye contact with you. He presses his dick against your entrance and you gasp when you feel the pleasurable and familiar feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate the thick head of his cock. You’re still amazed at how you still feel slight, dull pain from how big he is. But you love that feeling, the satisfaction of knowing you’re squeezing his cock so thighly that has to bite his lips every time he enters you.
“Shit baby you’re so fucking tight for me” he groans as he keeps pushing himself in until he reaches the bottom of you, thick and long cock completely nested inside your warm and wet insides. 
“Now what do you say baby?” he asks, still looking at you dead in the eyes. He smirks when you whimper cutely, embarrassment and shame painting your cheeks bright pink and anticipation making sweat drip down your temples. 
“Please fuck me Sir” you moan in a soft whimper and Baekhyun’s smirk grows wider.
“Good girl” he praises while he pulls out slowly until only the tip is still inside and he smashes himself back violently. Instantly your hand that was covering your mouth flies to the edge of the shelf to keep you balanced because the thrust is so powerful that you have to use both hands to make sure you don’t crumble to the ground.
Baekhyun fucks you like never before. He gives your poor cunt no rest, thrusting in and out with long strokes that all aimed straight at your sweet spot. You can’t keep your voice down anymore and start to scream under the overwhelming pleasure. 
Baekhyun presses his large palm onto your mouth but keep on pounding you with the hellish pace he settled.
“Shhhh… Keep quiet my baby” he whispers before grunting in your ear, driving himself closer to his release. 
Only muffled moans, grunts and the sound of wet skin clashing fill the room. One lewd and melodious symphony.
Usually you have to ask Baekhyun for permission before cumming but this time you can't as he’s silencing you, his palm makes it impossible to say a word. But he picks up on your state of desperation as your cunt violently clenches arounds his thick and twitching cock. 
“You want to cum baby?” he asks panting, lust darkening his gaze to a color you very much love. You nod tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. “Yeah?”
“Hmmhmm” you try to answer positively but Baekhyun slows down.
“What if I put a baby in your belly so you never forget about me? Huh?” he asks, suddenly the thought of baring Baekhyun’s children comes to you and you can’t help but to clench on his dick even harder.
“Oh baby. Do you like that ? You became even tighter” he says while going ever so slightly faster. “I’ll make you pregnant with my child” he said, his voice being merely an animalistic grunt. “You’re gonna cum on my cock and take my sperm?” he says as he takes his hand off your mouth.
“Yes please Sir” you beg instantly, doing your best to keep your voice down. Baekhyun goes back to the punishing pace. He fucks you deep and hard, pulling and pushing on your walls clenched around him trying to milk him dry.
“Take my fucking cum and get pregnant” he groans with one last porwerful thrust smashing right on your g spot. You cum around his cock and the crushing weight of your orgasm sweeps you away as you bite down on your bottom lip, being as silent as possible like you promised. 
Baekhyun delivers what feels like gallons of cum while his tip is pressed to your cervix, directly serving his fertile cum to your hungry womb. Each throb of your orgasming pussy earning one big squirt of thick cum from his hard cock. 
When Baekhyun slips out of you the last forces that were holding you down on the shelf just leave you and you collapse to your knees while your filled cunt just desperately twitches, already missing Baekhyun’s cock. 
Baekhyun quickly grabs a clean rag and wipes himself down while you collect yourself and put your panties back in place to secure Baekhyun’s anniversary gift inside your womb.
When you are both fully clothed again he checks the time again. He looks worried somehow and you start to wonder why he isn’t holding you in his arms like he always does. Why his eyes seem to avert yours. And why he’s constantly checking the time.
“Baekhyunie…” you start as you wrap your hands around his bigger ones. Your eyes look for his. Your heart is racing against your ribs. “I…” you can't believe you’re about to say this but you have to. You have to let him know what kind of feeling have been bubbling in your chest months and months ago. Ever since you stepped inside the coffee shop for the very first time. Ever since the very first time your eyes landed on this warm and welcoming blonde barista with the cute pouty smile and the distinctive dangling earring. That fateful day the bell above the door rang and chimed like your heart. A feeling you haven’t felt ever since your mom passed away.
If you were the person that you are today it was thanks to him. Baekhyun made you feel alive again. He made you want to better yourself. Made you want to be the best woman you could be for him. Just for his sake. You’d go to hell and back for him and you had this urge to let him know. To let him know that he didn’t need to doubt you in any way that you were devoted to him and only him forever until your last breath.
“Baekhyunie… I love you”
There. 
You said it.
But Baekhyun lets go of your hands, letting them fall at your side. He ripped his gaze from yours and just stood there silent.
Panic started to rush through your body and your throat felt dry. Your heart beat even louder in your chest but this time it was out of sheer terror. Why wouldn't he say it back? Why was he staying silent ?
“Sorry …” he started hesitantly. “But I think we should break up”
For a second you didn’t even catch the full meaning of those words put together. For you these words couldn't possibly be in the same sentence next to each other. It didn’t make sense because it was simply not possible.
But as the heavy silence fell between you, you realized what Baekhyun truly meant.
“What?” you whispered feverishly, the word almost getting stuck in your tight and dry throat.   
“I think we should see other people” he said, usual warm honey toned voice as cold and biting as winter winds.
You couldn’t even cry or talk or move or do anything at all for that matter. You were stunned. You stayed there, wide eyes desperately looking for the warmth in Baekhyun’s orbs but they were as glacial as his voice, as his words and as his heart.
Baekhyun gently placed his hand on your back, delicately pressing it to guide you out of the storage room. Mechanically your feet activated and placed themselves in front of each other until you suddenly found yourself in front of the entrance, right under the bell above the door. 
“You know I had something really special with you” he said as blankly as possible. “Thank you again for the watch every time I’ll look at it I’ll think of you” he leaned in and kissed your forehead which made your eyes snap back at him. This simple touch, this last straw of affection from the man you loved more than anything finally made you snap. Tears started to fill your eyes and blurred your vision but everything you wanted to say was getting caught in your throat. Your bleeding heart was crying for help inside your chest, desperately trying to win Baekhyun back by hammering against your ribs.
Your thoughts were knotted and incoherent, your brain couldn’t process what was happening. It couldn’t handle the desperation, the confusion, the disillusionment and the loss. This grieving pain clawing at your unarmed and helpless soul. This feeling of abandonment chewing up and tearing your heart with its sharp teeth before spitting it out and leaving it in the cold to rot all alone.
None of this could be real.
“Why?” you asked in a broken up whisper, weak voice quavering, on the verge of tears.
But Baekhyun only answered with a pitied half smile. Throwing one last look at the big wooden clock before opening the door for you. The usually happy chiming of the bell sounded somber. It seemed to be mocking you, ringing the death knell of this thing you thought to be a relationship; burying the immeasurable love you felt for this man.
And you walked out. As simply as that you just walked out.
When you turned around to look one last time at him you saw another woman come in. You didn’t pay much attention to her until she walked right past the counter and directly onto the arms of Baekhyun. Your crumbled up heart was already weeping but it exploded when Baekhyun swiftly removed the watch to slip it in his back pocket and leaned in to kiss the beautiful woman.
You heard it. You swear you heard it. You heard your heart physically being shattered in thousands of sharp pieces. You felt real physical, tangible pain, tearing through the already atrophied muscle and ripping open a gaping hole in your chest, letting the cool wind of the late summer chill your bones.
You will never forget the expression on his face when he looked at her. Smiling so genuinely. His eyes overflowing with something you had never seen. A sentiment he only poorly mimicked when he looked at you before. But did he fool you! The whole act had got you wrapped around his fingers, your naivete making you credulous and believing all of his sweet lies. But now you see it clear because he never ever looked at you this way. 
The dilated pupils of his brown orbs as warm as summer, drooping in adoration, round cheeks made rose by an accelerated heart rate gently rising in a pure smile. 
The look of love.
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A/N: Soo i guess the secret is out now. We know why Baekhyun was sus since the beginning!! Stay tuned for next chapter to see how OC will react... I cannot wait to show youu!!!
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