you, baekhyunâs stylist and *clears throat* knowledgeable ex, work against the clock to rid him of an untimely boner.
genre: smut | MDNI
wc: 1.1k
warnings: oral sex (m receiving)
a/n: i have returned with something short but sweet this wednesday morning. it was a random idea i had in my drafts since september! enjoy this on your lunch break for a naughty read or leave for after hours ;) - veronica
Music show performances are the real killer of comeback weeks for idols. Waking up at ungodly hours to be transported to the program station and prepped for early morning recordings each day of the week was no easy feat. Day in and day out during this comeback week, Baekhyun found himself with little time before work and no energy after work to practice a very important form of self-care.
By the morning of the fifth day of the week, Baekhyun's morning wood was raging and impossible to ignore. He tried his best to wait it out, hoping it would go down by the time he showed up to the Inkigayo dressing roomsâbut there was no luck. After getting dressed in his stage outfit, his boner persisted, confined within his pants but making an obvious bulge at his crotch. Baekhyun knew he didn't have too much time, standby was in just eight minutes. What was he going to do? There was no way he was going to get up in front of the audience and cameras with a noticeable hard-on.
Knock knock.
You, his trusty stylist knock on the door to check on him.
âHey, you okay in there?â You questioned through the door after it had been double the time as usual that he spends getting dressed.
âUmm, yeah. I'll be out in a second!â He shouted back. Baekhyun panicked.
âI still need to look you over and make any adjustments, Baekhyun,â you cautioned him.
Shit, shit, shit, Baekhyun thought. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths but nothing changed the condition of his very erect member that strained helplessly in his pants.
âFive minutes!â The stage director shouted to the team, voice reaching even the ears of Baekhyun through the door.
You knock once more, urgently. âBaekhyun, are you dressed?â
âYes, butââ
âThen I'm coming in.â You turned the handle on the door to see Baekhyun, or, at least the back of him, appearing to be perfectly dressed and ready to go. âBaekhyun, let's go. You're on in five.â
He was silent as he kept his back to you and made no movements to turn around and leave. You gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him around. âBaekhyun, what are youââ His body gave a bit from your efforts. He continued to look down and you followed his gaze. Your eyes traveled down his torso to see what was making him so worrisome. The shocking sight of a very large bulge made itâs way into your view. Your eyes widened and you couldn't help but gasp. The all white ensemble did nothing to hide the dimensionality of his tented pants.
Baekhyun quickly turned back around, ashamed of his current state but at least you knew the reason for his strange behavior.
You thought for a moment, weighing different options in your head as the time only dwindled with each unproductive second that passed. You had to do something about it. Closing your eyes, you took a deep exhale before getting onto your knees. Baekhyun turned around and furrowed his eyebrows at your position. He stood frozen, gaping at you in disbelief.
You never thought youâd be here again, kneeling for him, ready to take his excited cock between your lips.
Indeed, you broke up with Baekhyun three months ago. Though your relationship ended, your job persisted. Every day you two still crossed paths and supported each other professionally.
You did this with confidence because, really, you knew he still wanted you; his stolen glances at you were hard to ignore.
âCome on. We don't have long.â You looked up at him expectantly, eyebrow raised as if to challenge him.
âY/n, this is crazy,â he whisper-screamed. He was waiting for you to get upâfor you to end your joke. But it wasn't a joke. The reality of it only became more apparent once he felt you reach for his zipper and unzipped his pants by yourself. Baekhyun blinked in disbelief. It was as if he was dreamingâseeing you on your knees, looking up at him with eager eyes.
âThree minutes!â You both heard the stage director announce boldly. The rest of the team began to knock on the door in concern over the ticking clock.
âWe're handling it, guys! There's a wardrobe malfunction. We'll be done in two minutes.â You shouted back to pacify those on the other side of the door.
You hurriedly peeled back the top of his pants and forced down the waistband of his underwear. His cock sprung out ready to play and he let out a sigh of relief at the release of his confines. You notice the pre-cum pearled on his tip and thanked god that it hadnât permeated through his boxers to his trousers.
You didn't stall. You took his dick into your mouth, immediately bobbing your head and swirling your tongue the way he likedâit was muscle memory.
Indeed, this was not your first time. You've been here before.
âFuck, I missed this,â Baekhyun breathed out as he took all that you had to give him. You began to take him deeper and deeper down your throat while keeping your tongue flatâthat always made him get to the edge quickly.
To give him the final push to cum, you continued to deep throat him while looking up into his eyes that held a lecherous gaze. Baekhyun loved to see the tears that well in your eyes when you take him all the way down your throat. Even more so, he loved to see them spill onto your flushed cheeks. And not to worry, you never missed a beat. You positioned his hand to the back of your head so that he could fuck your face at a faster tempo. With each thrust testing your gag reflex, you felt the tears build until finally, you blinked and they satisfyingly spilled over.
That sight that Baekhyun missed oh so much got him off. Without warning, his cum shot out unrelentingly, copiously. You could tell it had been many days since his last release. You swallowed it all, you know, to keep things neat. He swayed his head back and regained his composure.
âWow, that was record time,â you commented. Baekhyun smirked before putting himself away to resume his duties.
You left the room with tear-stained cheeks and smudged lip stick. Everyone refrained from asking what happened because finally, the man of the hour was out and ready to get onto the stage with just 30 seconds to spare.
After the show that was successfully carried out, Baekhyun changed out of his stage clothing for his casual hoodie and sweatpants instead. Handing you the outfit neatly folded for you to take back to the company with the rest of the styling materials, he decided to shoot his shot⊠different from the one from earlier.
âYou know... I really missed when we were together, I thinkââ
âNo chance.â You responded shortly. âIt was just business.â
do we think i can keep delaying learning how to drive for the rest of my life if i just live in cities and use public transportation and ubers? i can, right? RIGHT?
i just wanna drown in your body, drown in your body
advent calendar, day two â with baekhyun | smut | 617 words
âĄËËË content: +18 content, mdni, smut, established relationship, baek likes the adrenaline of "being caught", unprotected sex, rough sex, p i v, hairpulling, creampie, baekhyun x f!reader
âĄËËË summary: a visit to his parents house couldn't be risky, right?
âYou like that, hmm?â Baekhyun groaned, the sound a slow, husky purr near your ear.
His hand pressed the back of your head firmly into the mattress. You lay belly-down, hips lifted and exposed, as he drove into you from behind, his cock fully stretched and pumping deep inside your cunt.
You were upstairs, in his old room, escaping from the family dinner.
You tried to form a simple word, but you knew any sound would immediately dissolve into a desperate moan. Baekhyun felt utterly magnificent inside you; each thrust filled you so completely that your eyes almost rolled back with the sheer pleasure. And then, you hummed a soft, needy reply, and a tiny, involuntary cry slipped from your lips, causing him to instantly grin.
âWant them to hear you, love?â Baekhyun murmured, his teeth gently nuzzling your earlobe. âLetâs make sure they hear exactly how good Iâm fucking you.â
He immediately slammed into you with a power that stole your breath. Your moan was muffled instantly by the cushion, and you fiercely bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to stay silent.
âBaekânoâŠâ you pleaded, the word thin and strained. Your cheek squashed against the bedding, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him pumping his cock deeper, harder, and faster.
âYou know,â Baekhyun whispered against your naked spine, his breath hot, âit was a damn good idea to fake that headache, babe.â
Even though Baekhyun had teased you about letting them hear, the sudden, sharp knock at the door immediately silenced him. His playful demeanor changed, and his gaze darkened. He instantly clamped his hand over your mouth, his palm warm and firm against your lips, demanding your absolute silence.
Your back arched involuntarily from the sudden, intense panic, burying your hand in the mattress to keep your balance. Baekhyun never broke his rhythm, continuing to thrust deep inside you, slowly, intoxicating.
Then you heard the voiceâhis auntâs, muffled but unmistakableâon the other side of the door. âHoney, everything alright in there? Did your girl feel any better?â she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Without missing a beat, Baekhyun answered with shocking, easy normalcy, his voice totally smooth and steady. âYes, auntie. She just finally fell asleep.â Baekhyun lied effortlessly, like he wasnât pinning you to his old bed, making you feel his dick hitting your g-spot.
âOkay, Baek. Good night.âÂ
The sheer terror of being caught, combined with the sudden, intimate danger of the moment, caused a powerful reaction you couldnât control. You clenched around his cock with a desperate, crushing strength, and the sudden, overwhelming sensation catapulted you into climax. Even as waves of ecstasy washed over you, he kept thrusting, burying himself inside your contracting body until her footsteps finally faded down the hall.
âBaekââ you moaned, your words muffled against his fingers. You spasmed violently over his body, your whole frame trembling and twisting, utterly focused on remaining silent behind his hand.Â
âFuck, babyââ he groaned. âSo perfect... so tight.â
Baekhyun finally freed your mouth. Now, he pulled your hair with both hands, forcing your back to arch so dramatically that your spine reached his chest. With every powerful thrust, your vision blurred, your legs trembled, overwhelmed by the mix of arousal and sheer exhaustion. You pressed your lips tight, fighting desperately not to make a sound, but your head was spinning wildly.
Baekhyunâs cock was throbbing inside, sending an exquisite, demanding torment directly to your core. His hips collided with your ass until he finally milked you, a heavy, complete orgasm that you felt flood deep inside your contracting body.Â
âGood girl,â Baekhyun purred closer to your ear, the triumph evident in his voice. âYou fucking drain me, love.â
Can I request a drabble of walking in on bbh ummmmm ahem jacking himself......? I'm so embarrassed typing this but the motion is so hot idk omg that motion paired with the idea of him making himself feel good and the idea of him thinking about you while doing it AND with his beautiful HANDSSSS (yes I saw your other blog's post about his hands so technically this is your fault!!!) Thank you and sorry for being a hoe in your ask box đ Ily
Goodness gracious, feel free to be a hoe in my ask box anytime, love, chances are I'm no better if I've written this LMFAO Enjoy!!!
Also! Short disclaimer that this idea has been with me for so long I am not certain if I didn't accidentally snatch it from something I've read in the past. So in case you think it's similar to an existent Baekhyun piece, please let me know and I will credit the inspiration! Because atp I genuinely don't know D:
Baekhyun x Reader // WC: 0.5k // G: Smut  // SW: Masturbation, non-consensual voyeurism
You canât tear your gaze away.
Baekhyun, your flat mate, in his room, facing away so you only see the side of his face. His hoodie is thrown on the floor and his skin is shining from sweat. The veins on his neck are prominent, his eyes are closed, and his lips are parted, letting out small, subtle gasps. In itself, itâs a beautiful sight. Heâs beautiful. You cannot help but feel like youâre observing wildlife, staying back and not daring to disturb it. What a sight to behold.
Itâs stronger than you, really.
The band of his sweatpants is pulled down only enough so he can hold his member. His gasps, you note, match the rhythmic sounds of wet skin as he strokes himself. Heâs not taking it easy. His hand is a blur of motions. You arenât sure how long heâs been going, but right now, heâs very much engulfed in his own world, and whatever porn was open on the laptop in front of him has already gone into screensaver mode.
And, God, does he look like heâs feeling good. His gasps turn into small moans, and his movements quicken. You cannot see his other hand from your perspective, not until he suddenly moves it up his chest and wraps the slender fingers around his beautiful neck, as though to choke himself. You slap your hand over your lips. You hope he didnât hear the little gasp that escaped you. It doesnât seem like he did. He doesnât look present.
And especially when his voice becomes louder, like heâs starting to forget to hold himself back, like the self-control flew out the window and you press your thighs together, hands fidgeting because the mere thought of him making these sounds when heâs on top of you- Good God, you donât think youâre sane.
The whimper he lets out is so sinful that it puts your senses on hyperfocus, and youâre now heaving against the doorframe, eyes fixated on his cock as he finally cums, and it sprouts all over his hand still wrapped tightly, and over the sweatpants and shirt, which he doesnât seem to notice, head tilted back and lolling around the headrest, face only now starting to relax slowly.
Thatâs it, you think. Thatâs your time. Youâve overstayed your welcome. The realization is thick in your throat, making you feel absolutely disgusting with yourself.
But as you turn around to leave quietly, a dark chuckle echoes through the room, and you freeze, head slowly turning, not certain if youâre ready to face him.
âPervertâ he utters. He doesnât look at you, his eyes are still closed, but thereâs a sinful smirk on his face, like heâs pleased with himself.
âI-Iâm so sorry, IâŠâ
âCome here.â
You stay frozen in your place, not knowing what to do. He finally opens his eyes and glances at you, eyes dazed. Lazy.
âI gave you a show. Now come here and clean up.â
You blush furiously at the invitation, but at heart, you know that if youâve already gone this far, thereâs no point denying it any longer.
You might be down bad, but Baekhyun, clearly, isnât any better.
hiii i was wondering if i could request something with junmyeon? iâm thinking both of them drunk and just having really sloppy sex but deeply in love đââïžđââïž
hi love !! of courseee, you guys know i'm always delighted to write anything about junmyeon đââïžđââïž and AAAAAH I LOVE THAT IDEA !! so, here's your request <3
can't deny this love ââ .⊠kjm
âĄËËË content: +18 content, mdni, smut, non-idol au, established relationship, drunk sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, very drunk (and clumsy) junmyeon x f!reader
âĄËËË word count: 938 words
âĄËËË a/note: even though this was a request, i didn't know how much i needed junmyeon being completely drunk and whipped. i've said this many times before, but i'm madly in love with him đđ
The walk home was filled with lame jokes and giggles, because neither of you could walk a straight line. And you blame Junmyeonâyour boyfriend's brilliant idea to sample every single drink on the menu.
You couldn't contain your laughter, watching his ridiculous, failed attempts to align the key with the lock. When Junmyeon finally succeeded, he swung the door open and ushered you inside with an exaggerated, drunken reverence, bowing low.
You noticed the moment he started getting tipsy, Junmyeon became more openly flirty and clumsy.
"Playing prince charming?" you teased, leaning back against the closed door.
Junmyeon locked the door, turning to face you with a smirk. "Anything for my girl." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. "But here? I'm greedy. And you look... delicious." His flirty edge shattered into pure, hungry demand. He grabbed you, pulling you against the wall.
Junmyeon kissed youâa messy, hungry crush of lips that tasted like liquor and desire. "I wanna kiss you everywhere," Junmyeon confessed in a rough whisper, breaking the kiss just for a split second.
"Then do it," you challenged, completely melted by him.
Then, his mouth was back on yours. You were pinned between the cool wall and his body. With a mutual urgency, you two shed the last barriers. Suddenly naked, Junmyeon scooped you up in his armsâand though the liquor slowed his movements, you landed softly on the sofa, beneath him.
"God, you're so pretty," Junmyeon mumbled on your lips. His breath was hot, smelling faintly of the expensive whiskey. "Just... stay right here."
You managed a shaky laugh, pulling his head back just enough to look into his eyesâthey were dark, heavy-lidded, but focused solely on you. "You know the way, Junmyeon," you teased, the lightness in your voice betraying the way your cunt was tightening, demanding more.
A slow, utterly charming smirk spread across his face. "Yes," he whispered, reaching your lips, messily.
Junmyeon shifted his weight. His mouth moved south, a messy trail of kisses leading to your boobs, licking and sucking at your nipples, while his cock slid inside of you. And you, gasping, tangled your fingers in his hair.
"Every part of you," Junmyeon affirmed, tracing the delicate curve of your hip with his fingertips. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever tasted, baby."
Junmyeon's thrusts were predictably sloppy, fueled by instinct, yet his body remembered you perfectly. You felt the soft, worn texture of the sofa cushion pressing into your back, a hazy contrast to the slick heat of his skin against yours.
Even through the fog of alcohol, the world narrowed down to the way Junmyeon's hand gripped your hip, steadying you for a deeper thrust that finally made you arch against him.
His thrusts went more romantic than physical, slowing the pace, feeling you closer. "God, you feel so good," Junmyeon groaned.
His praising melted any lingering sobriety. You cupped his face to kiss him deeply, and somehow, it was more potent than the hungry kisses before. You wrapped your arms around his torso and tangled your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper.
"Fuck..." Junmyeon groaned against your lips.
You couldn't contain a moan, arching slightly. Junmyeon's lips reached your neck with open-mouth kisses. Your entire body was humming, feeling every inch of his cock inside, every thrust, and his arms, possessively around your waist.
Your fingernails dug into his back, slightly scratching him as your walls clenched with rising anticipation. Every nerve ending was tuned by the pressure Junmyeon was building inside you. He matched your rising desperation, and a low groan escaped his throatâthe sound of his control finally snapping.
Junmyeon found your lips, murmuring between messy kisses, "Together, baby. I'm close."
You could only agree with a soft, helpless moan as the world dissolved. But the climax hit you firstâa hot, shuddering release that made your entire body seize against him, your inner walls clenching around him. Junmyeon cum a second later, his sloppy thrusts ending with a soft, delighted moan against your skin as his weight collapsed onto you.
You were both breathing in ragged, exhausted gasps, slick with sweat and spent. Junmyeon just moved to press a lazy, messy kiss to the side of your neck before he spotted the jacket he'd tossed earlier. In a sudden, ambitious attempt to be a gentleman, Junmyeon tried to pull the heavy fabric over both of you... and promptly lost his balance.
With a loud thump, he rolled right off the sofa and onto the floor, over the rug.
You gasped, in sheer, helpless laughter. "You okay, prince charming?"
Junmyeon opened one eye and lifted a hand toward you, the gesture wobbly. "No... the ceiling is floating. Help me, baby," he mumbled dramatically.
You reached out, but Junmyeon, playfully grabbed your wrist with surprising strength and yanked. With a soft thump, you tumbled off the sofa after him, landing perfectly on his solid chest, both giggling and then sighing.
Junmyeon simply tucked his face into your hair, his eyes slightly closed. "Stay right here," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "I'm too drunk to move, baby."
You laughed softly and lifted your head just enough to kiss his lips. "I'm not going anywhere, my love," you promised. "You sure you're comfortable?"
"Just because you're with me." His arms tightened around you immediately, pulling you against his chest. "I love you," Junmyeon whispered, smiling, the words completely sincere.
You buried your face against his neck, smiling too as you felt the sleep finally pull at your eyelids. "I love you too," you murmured back.
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you are a very stressed corporate worker returning to your office after an unsuccessful meeting. baekhyun is your very sorry intern who gets an unexpected punishment.
âŠpretty much baekhyun getting teased and humiliated and cumming in his pants.
2.3k words of porn with no plot
warnings: umm, clothed footjob? you basically step on him and massage his you know what through his pants.
bang!
the room shook as the office door slammed into its frame. a slouched, sorry looking figure almost missed the cut, hurriedly scurrying in behind you. the next victims of your anger were the blinds; you drew them with a yank and adjusted them for total privacy. the light from the hallway was smothered in doing so, leaving the only light source to be the sunlight peaking from the curtained windowâs corners that the fabric didnât quite reach.
you planted your bottom into the chair behind your desk with a huff, still not laying your eyes upon him. the reason for your fury.
he noticed you avoiding his eyes but he remained persistent in his duty to you. he stayed by even though it looked like you didnât want him anymore. selfishly, he stayed because he still wanted you and he wasnât going to leave without you knowing he was sorry.
your clumsy intern who goes by the name of baekhyun knelt before you, bowing in sorrow at your feet. he folded his body forward, arms outstretched in front of him; they ended in trembling fists of frustration and anxiety.
he was the first to speak. âiâm sorry, iâm so, so sorry.â it sounded pathetic coming out of his quivering lips. he was met with silence and a cold stare.
at least you were looking at him, he thought.
baekhyun didnât mean to trip and spill the cold green liquid of your iced matcha latte onto your sheer pink blouse. you two were rushingâloose papers and a laptop tucked under baekhyunâs left arm and your latte and office keys unstably grasped in his other. it wasnât his plan to ruin your appearance right before a very important meeting that you had no time to change for before it began. it wasnât his intention to soil your stance by distracting others with the visual of your stained clothes and detract from your excellent points and slides that you worked so hard on.
but alas, it is what happened. baekhyun canât go back to the past to change his loose grip on the slippery cup that was wet with condensation. nor can he change the positioning of his foot to make sure he didnât trip on the guilty extension cord.
all he wanted was to be closer to you.
the latte was in fact, a surprise. he heard you mention you didnât have time to pick one up on your own that morning due to how much prep you wanted to do for your quarterly report meeting.
you didnât share much about yourself but he did know that that beverage was your favorite. he felt that the least he could do was bring one to you as you were in absence of your simple but sacred morning pleasure. so on his break, he used up the whole 15 minutes to do something sweet for you. he wanted to plant himself in your mind as someone that was a little bit more than just a needy intern. he was also a needy man. a man desperate to be noticed by the woman who seems too busy for anyone.
the kind gesture, however, only resulted in him feeling regretful. the one "inâ he thought he had ended up hurting his chancesâor so he thought.
you observed baekhyun from your chair: still on the floor, still looking pitiful. yet oddly, all you could think about was how⊠cute he was. his shaggy hair that hung in front of his forehead was a bit more disheveled than usual and he bit his rose colored lips impatiently the longer you stared at him. cute.
your anger had somewhat dissipated and was replaced with something more playful. you began to enjoy the dramatic display of his remorse, and, if this is what he had to do to feel better, you werenât going to stop it. he looked so innocent like this, you thought. he was like a boy who just embarrassed himself in front of his crush. exactly like that, actually. and you knew it.
you had noticed his doting gaze on you and the fact that he never liked to be separated from youâeven after hours. he would steal glances when you worked tirelessly into the night while he did busywork on his laptop in the corner of your office. you would tell him to go home and that his duties were done for the day, but he never would. baekhyun would have given you similar encouragement to go home and rest as well, but selfishly, he didnât. selfishly, he enjoyed when you worked late past your standard hours because it meant more time with you. he had an excuse to be around you just a few more hours longer.
you knew it wasnât all just because of his need to be the teacherâs pet; you knew there was desire behind those eager eyes. baekhyun made it clear that he wanted to please you, so you decided to find out just how much.
âplease say something,â baekhyun pleaded with an unwavering gaze. you were too quiet and he didnât know how to proceed. he opened his mouth again to continue to apologize but with a raise of your right hand, he fell silent.
you stared down at the kneeling man in front of you with a blank expression. no frown, no smile, just your 6 inch heels, a pencil skirt, and a newly stained blouse to go with your poker face. and him? his typical slacks with a dress shirt combination reigned as did his ever-curious eyes and slight pout. his mouth opened once more to explain himself but you made him halt again. extending your leg out in front of you, you softly pressed your heel covered foot to his forehead. his body retreated a bit, leaning backwards into an upright position. his face was blocked by the rest of your foot, but you still saw the effects it had on him. you saw the movement of his throat below your heel, he swallowed in anticipation.
his hands moved to grasp your ankle and you were quick to address it.
âdid i say you could touch me?â you asked sternly.
âno,â he let out a peep of a response. his hands fell to his sides and you watched his chest rise up and down with heavy breaths.
your foot lowered, moving from his forehead to his chest instead. you rested it in the middle of his pecks. having a view of his face again, his cheeks were flushed the deepest shade of red you had ever seen on him. his lips are red from his continuous bites. he stayed quiet and had difficulty in doing so. he bit back the moan of satisfaction he had wanted to release ever since he felt your foot on his forehead. the truth is, he likes being on his knees for you. he likes being your push pin.
âbaekhyun?â
his eyes and ears perked up like a puppy upon hearing his name from your lips. he was ready and at your service.
âgo lock the door and return to me.â
without a word, baekhyun got up to turn the lock on the handle to your office door, securing this moment as privateâas limitless. he returned in front of you just how he was before: kneeling, resting his weight on the back of his heels.
âgood boy,â you praised him. his eyes almost closed from the satisfaction of your approval.
you moved closer. instead of your foot, covered by a shoe doing the touching, you allowed yourself to feel him, just a little bit.
you lightly grazed his neck with your pointer finger which made his eyes flutter closed. you had a feeling his neck was sensitive. the times when he showed up to work with a raised collar or misaligned tie flashed through your mind. youâd take it upon yourself to fix it, often without warning. mornings were times of rush, there was almost always meetings that you both had to attend. on those days where he should have taken a bit more time, you grabbed his collar and flattened itâor straightened his tie into its correct position. though you never had a direct touch on his neck, you saw his slight expressions of sensitivity when the fabric brushed up against him. it was impossible to not notice, as were his red cheeks. it could have been embarrassment, but you knew otherwise.
you dragged your finger down to where the collar of his shirt was buttoned but paused from an enticing observation.
though he hadnât let any sounds escape, you didnât need them to know he was aroused. your eyes flickered down to the crotch of his dress pants. it was tented, showing that what was underneath was straining against the fabric. you couldnât wait to play with it. baekhyun looked down at himself in horror. he was absolutely mortified. not only was he enjoying this but you knew he wasâwith visual evidence. he desperately attempted to cover himself but you shooed away his hands.
âwhy try to hide it? i already saw it,â you chuckled with a devious smile.
he looked away, attempting to focus on something else to shake away his arousal but itâs no use. the damage is already done. you laughed at him. right in his face. right when heâs on his knees in front of you. he knew how fucking pathetic he looked and it only made him harder.
âitâs just a vascular reaction,â he breathed out quickly to defend himself in his vulnerability. âitâs a meaningless biological response.â
you let out a snort.
standing to both feet, you stepped forward and returned your foot to his chest, except this time, you applied enough pressure to make him fall backward.
he let out a moan at the shift in position, at the further submission of his body. the rough, carpeted office floor pressed up against his back. you kept your foot planted on his chest as you stood above him.
âhm,â you taunted him, âwas that moan a vascular reaction too?â
he furrowed his eyebrows in aroused agony, cock still bulging within his pants. positioned directly below you, he snuck a peek up your pantyhose covered leg, getting a glimpse of the lace edging that wrapped around your thigh.
you smirked at his wandering eye and slid your foot down his body to reach the awaited tent. you firmly pressed your foot down, eliciting a throaty groan from baekhyun.
âno? just this?â you teased as you rubbed his bulge with your foot over his pants. âwell, itâs only right if i help you with it. yâknow, some innocent vascular stimulation.â baekhyun looked up at you in disbelief. âitâs only fair. you should feel as humiliated as i felt during the meeting.â
he bit his lip at your threat and struggled to contain his whimpers. you applied more pressure and baekhyun turned his face away, bashful at how his body was so easily getting carried awayâso easily responding to you. you stopped your actions and moved your foot up to his jaw, turning his face to redirect his gaze to look up at you and only you.
âi want you to look at me.â you said. he gave a silent nod and your foot moved back down to where he needed you the most. your foot moved intuitively against his pants covered cock, watching his face contort with every movement. you didnât think you had ever seen anything sexier. his hard nipples poked his dress shirtâtoo bad you couldnât reach them standing above. his pink lips were parted and he gave up on concealing his whimpers. looking up at you made him feel so small yet it made his cock grow so big. his arms laid flat to his sides, hands in balled fists knowing he wasnât allowed to touch you. you felt him become stiffer and stiffer. soon you saw him squirm and he held an expression of panic.
âah, y/n please. stop. i think iâm going to cum. please.â he panted out in desperation.
you raised your eyebrow down at him. âand?â you said nonchalant.
âi-i am at w-work, this isnâtâ"
âthis isnât what? appropriate?â you paused the massages to his cock and grazed his balls with your heel for a quick second. his nails sunk into the carpet. âwell, we are both fully clothed arenât we? and iâm just being responsible by getting rid of the problem that i started. thereâs nothing wrong with that. iâm not even touching you with my hands.â
he knew it was wrong but he couldnât help the feeling of ecstasy that quickly approached his aching cock.
ây/n. iâ" he whines, not able to hold his orgasm for much longer.
âi know, baekhyun. be a good boy and cum for me.â
just like that, with the last circle you made around his crotch, his eyes rolled back as he let out a moan of relief. he pressed his head back into the floor beneath him as his cock spasmed in his pants. he shuddered with each wave of his orgasm until he fell limp against the floor. he closed his eyes as he steadied his breath and cleared his mind from the haze of pleasure.
you removed your foot from him and joined him on the floor, kneeling down next to him.
you brushed his messy hair out of his face and stroked his cheek tenderly until his eyes fluttered open. you gave him a kind smile and he gave you a tired but full one back.
he sat up and leaned against the wall âi really am sorry,â baekhyun said one more time, less shyly than before.
âi know you are,â you spoke while standing up, âand you paid your dues,â you joked.
he got up from the floor as well, patting down his shirt.
you immediately noticed the evidence of your activitiesâa large wet spot had developed in the front of baekhyunâs slacks. he didnât notice until he heard you begin to laugh hysterically. i mean, you knew what would happen, but it didnât make it any less amusing.
virgin!f. reader (not for too much longer tho lol) x college student!Baekhyun x Chanyeol is your brother
genre:Â smut and angst | MDNI
wc:Â 5.8k
warnings:Â baek takes reader's v card! piv, penetrative sex; fingering; creampie; âprincessâ pet name; explicit language
synopsis:Â itâs the summer before your freshman year of college. youâre excited to be reunited with your older brother chanyeol, but who knew that your summer would be filled with his best friendâexperienced playboy baekâshowing you the ropes of intimacy.
a/n:Â iâm finally updating this one guys!! i had put this on hiatus for a bit while i worked and released Housekeeper in Hannam. so sorry this took so long to put out, but here it is. btw, one note about the writing styleâhonestly, my writing from the first two chapters is rather different than how i naturally write currently bc so much time has passed. most notably, the difference in tense. i prefer writing in past tense now, but when i originally started this story, it was in present tense. as to not cause a riff in the voice of the piece for any future readers that are reading parts 1, 2, and 3 in close succession, i will continue the writing style and tense that was used in the first two parts. i just want this work to be consistent within itself!
and actuallyyyyy this is not the last part đ the last part will actually be the next part, part four. enjoy the building tension.
PART ONEÂ | PART TWO | PART THREE (current) | PART FOUR (wip)
Itâs late in the afternoon and you have the house to yourself since Chanyeol is at a music conference as part of his internship heâs been fulfilling over the summer. Heâll be gone till the morning. You sit, phone in hand, staring at Baekhyunâs contact. You may regret this later, but, youâre lonely, and, at the core of things, heâs still your friend that you wouldnât mind spending time with. You give in to your wish to see him again and send him a text:
Hey, you busy tonight?
Quickly, almost too quickly, you get a response back.
No. Wow. Someoneâs needy.
Fine. Donât come over and watch a movie with me then.
y/n, Iâll be there.
âGod, why am I here again?â Baekhyun groans as he watches you slide the DVD into the player. Youâre in the mood for an old romcom and he wasnât having it. âI donât do chick-flicks, y/n.â
âWell, you do me, and I do chick-flicks, so, by the transitive property, you do chick-flicks too!â You say, full of wit this evening.
He rolls his eyes but canât hide his smile. He likes to see that youâve relaxed around him. Heâs just happy to spend time with you, plus, you asked him this time. You both relax into the couch with a bowl of popcorn in front of you.
As the movie progresses, so does your positioning. What began as you both sitting side by side turned into you laying back on the couch with your head resting in his lap. Your head is turned to the screen, of course, absorbed by the cheesy plot line and equally cheesy character tropes. However, that doesnât mean that you donât feel Baekhyunâs stare. It takes effort to keep your body still when you feel his hand move to stroke your hair, giving you soft pets. Your eyes flutter closed nonetheless, appreciating the gentle touch of affection. His touch can do many things to youâcalm you, excite you. It all depends on how he wields that power of his. Worst of all is how natural it all feels. Does he do this with all the girls he has been with? Either way, you canât help but feel that this moment is special. You decide to cherish it.
In the middle of the movie, your stomach rumbles. You sit up from his lap, embarrassed at your bodyâs loud signal. Baekhyun chuckles, having found it cute, and offers to go make more popcorn. He walks away to do so, leaving you alone on the couch.
His phone sits face up on the coffee table and you see a notification appear.
You canât help but peer over to its screen when it lights up. Itâs a text.
Julie: I had fun this morning. Too bad you didnât have time for round 2.
Your heart drops seeing that message. Your mind begins to race. Is he seeing other girls besides me? Of course he is. I knew what I was getting myself into. You try to control the grim regret you feel for taking up his âlessons.â You like himâa lotâand itâs past the point of no control. You feel your lips tighten into a thin line. Tears prick your eyes.
When he returns with a new bowl, the one section of the movie you forgot about is playing: the sex scene. You eat the popcorn nervously and donât dare to turn your head and look in his direction. This, in combination with the flirty message you just read leave you antsy. You to stare at the screen, anxious, and desperately waiting for the scene to end. Youâve only watched this movie alone and it had been years since your last viewing of it. Now, here you are next to your brotherâs promiscuous best friend, who youâre also fucking and newly crushing on, watching it begrudgingly.
As much as you want to be an adult about it, you canât help your awkwardness. Baekhyun views the discomfort on your face, opening his mouth to ask a question. You notice him about to speak, and, in an attempt to squash conversation, you stuff your mouth full of popcorn to withdraw your ability to respond. He immediately begins to laugh, staring at you in amusement.
Itâs all too much so you get up and run to your room. The water behind your eyes finally spills and your vulnerability is no longer hidden.
âY/n, wait,â he calls after you. You shut your door and sit on your bed. Shutting your eyes in disbelief at how poorly you handled that, you feel shame wash over you. You donât have much more time to collect yourself, though, because thereâs a knock on your door.
âItâs unlocked,â you get out in a small voice.
He opens the door and finds you looking out your window, arms folded across your chest with puffy eyes. He takes a seat next to you, but stays quiet. He waits for you to speak first.
âIâm sorry Iâm so silly. I forgot that scene was even in there and the whole situation was just really embarrassing.â You remain turned away, unable to meet his gaze. âIâm sorry Iâm so childish, I just, have been feeling things Iâve never felt before lately.â And that was true. You havenât ever experienced attraction to someone as strongly as you have this summer. Itâs scaring you and all coming to a head.
âIs this just about the movie?â He asks. âOr is there something else on your mind?â
You avoid his stare.
âFine. I admit it. I canât do this anymore, Baekhyun.â
Your tears return.
âI-I thought I could, but,â you shrug, âitâs really too much and not enough at the same time.â You finally look at him in the eye.
âI donât think I understandââ
âBaekhyun, I saw the text from Julie on your phone. I knew the type of guy you were before I got into thisâtrust me, even Chanyeol warned me about you. Youâre a player and everyone knows it.â
Baekhyun shows an expression of hurt.
You continue, âAnd I thought Iâd be fine and emotionally detached, but the more I spend time with you, the more IâŠ.â You trail off, afraid to finish your sentence.
Baekhyun grabs your hands and holds them together in his. Itâs quiet. Itâs still. Itâs foreboding.
He takes his time to respond, breaking the silence with a hushed tone, âI was like that. I admit. I have been with a lot of girlsâI know how bad my past looks. But, ever since we started doing stuff⊠I havenât been seeing anyone else.â You look up at him. âAs for that text you saw, her, Chanyeol, and I met up for some karaoke before Chanyeol had to take off for his conference. I left after just one round of songs.â
You close your eyes, feeling shameful for jumping to conclusions.
He moves closer and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. âI only have eyes for you.â
You perfectly meet each otherâs lips, pressing them together amounts to a whirlwind of intense emotion, intense want. Every ounce of your feelings is poured into this kiss.
Baekhyun pulls away to look into your eyes. âThereâs a reason I brought you there, to the campus gardens at night, my favorite spot. I care about you enough to share it with you. Iâve never taken anyone else there before.â
You would have responded to him, but you felt that your body language would do a better job of relaying your feelings instead. You straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders, once again enveloping his lips in yours.
The kiss gets heated; Baekhyun is aroused, growing a boner that you very well take notice of. You grind into the new pressure that pushes itself against your mound, moaning into the kiss. He groans as you continue to wield your hips back and forth. You both feel so good, too good. Too good for him to not want to go further.
He grips your hips tightly, stilling your motions that were more than welcome moments ago. You pull away with concern, and look to him for insight.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask with swollen lips and a gaze that flashes with sexual frustration. You lick your lips in desperate anticipation, so badly wanting to continueâno matter where it lead.
He looks at you, still holding you in his firm grasp. Looking at what he could have. Looking at what is his. And ruminating on what he wants to do with it. His eyes go from your lips, to your breasts, and then to your hips where your body is planted onto his. He shuts his eyes in restraint, letting out a sigh as he attempts to push away all of the lust and greed he has for your body.
He separates himself from you, shifting to the side and standing to his feet.
âCome on, letâs go finish that movie,â he says sounding strained.
Expecting you to follow, he turns around, not bearing to look at youâyou, who is sitting on your bed in your tiny pink pajama shorts and thin white tank top easy for him to take. If he looked at you any longer, he didnât think he could stop himself.
You tug on his shirt from behind him in silent desperation.
âY/nâŠâ he faces forward, still not able to look at you. You pull his arm and bring him back down to the bed with you before climbing on top of him once again, straddling his hips. Except this time, he keeps his hands at his sides. He doesnât dare touch you.
âBaekhyun,â you give him a kiss on the cheek. âWhy are you running away?â You knew he wasnât that invested in the movie. Would he really pass up sex with you? A heavy sheet of insecurity drapes over you. Why doesnât he want to touch me? You then look down at his hands. They are balled into fists. Fists of frustration. You observe his face again as well: desire coated in guilt written all over it. Oh.
Heâs holding himself back.
Itâs your turn to play with him. You lightly slide your finger underneath his chin, catching his eyes in the process. You give him a wicked smile before leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. The drape of insecurity has now been replaced with a cloak of confidence; he gawks at you with his mouth agape. That bulge in the front of his pants has returned and you make sure to grind yourself into that pressure that grows between you.
You whisper in his ear, âWhat are you waiting for?â
You see him swallow and screw his eyes shut. He opens them again to see and feel you nipping his neck teasingly.
âY/n. I beg you to stop. If you donât, I donât know how much longer I can control myself.â
You stop your flirty tactics to face him directly. Looking him in the eye, you speak the words that have been resting on the tip of your tongue.
âIâm ready.â
Baekhyun, giving into his barely contained urges, allows himself to feel you.
In one swift moment, Baekhyun has you on your back against the bed. With the gentlest touch, he finds himself holding your face in his hand, pressing a kiss to your hot cheek, and whispering a soft, âthank you,â into your ear. Never has that left his mouth during sex before.
He savors his time, unwrapping you like the present you are. The present that is, and has been, for his eyes only.
One by one, each piece of fabric that separates your skin from each otherâs is shed. Baekhyunâs gaze on your face doesnât falter for a moment, so when you bite your lip after he takes off his own shirt, he notices. He feels the heat rush to his cheeks. In this moment with anyone else, he would feel pride. It would feed his ego. But right here with you, he feels bashful. He can only hope to be of your liking. More than heâd like to admit, heâs yours and you just donât know it yet. Heâs yours and he wants to please you. So as heâs bare in front of you, and sees the lust in your eyes while he is the object of your gaze, heâs thankful. He only wants to serve you more.
Undoing your final garments, his hand finds the clasp of your bra to release your bust. He loops a finger at the side of your panties to slide them down. He pauses to marvel at your figure beneath him. He doesnât ravish you as you had expected. He takes you in, giving a lengthy look at his favorite art piece in the gallery that is your bed. He memorizes the curves its creator has gifted itâhas gifted him.
Baekhyun strokes your cheek with his thumb.
One more time, he asks, âAre you sure?â
âBaekhyun please,â you breathe out.
Youâre on display for him, and as the precious work of art that you are, youâre almost too beautiful to touch. He treats you so delicately. Heâs done this so many times before, but with you, itâs different. With you, itâs special. The eyes that were locked on your face are taunted to drop lower. He stares at your chest, taking in your pert nipples wanting to act, but hesitancy persists.
You take it upon yourself and move his hand to cup your bare breast. You melt into his touch as he tentatively gives it a squeeze.
âItâs okay, baby,â you tell him and let out a chuckle. âCome on Mr. Playboy, havenât you done this before?â
Swiftly responding to your challenge, he grips your wrist and plants it above your head.
âDonât call me that.â
âWell, havenât you?â You flirt, looking up at him. Doe eyes with a sly smirk are your chosen weapons. Your sultry stare dares him to do more. He will do just that.
âYes. I have.â He exhales. âI have done this before.â He gives you a firmly planted peck on the lips. âAll those other girls were just practice so thatâŠâ he makes his way slowly down your body, stopping to hover over your breasts, âI could use all my experience on you.â
He latches his lips onto your nipple, drawing a whine that you stifle by biting your lip.
âNo oneâs here, please let me hear you.â You give a slight nod and bite your lip as he trails a hand to your inner thigh.
Baekhyun smirks observing the state of your folds. âI know you already told me you want this but,â he gently runs his middle finger up your slit to collect your wetness, âI love how your body tells me too.â
He begins to rub his moistened finger on your clit in tight circles. Obeying his request, you let loose the sounds and sighs that come about. Heâs just about to push in a finger to properly prep you, but a disappointing realization hits him. Baekhyun doesnât have a condom on him.
He halts the movement of his hand and sighed loudly. âIâm so sorry, I just remembered I donât have aââ
âIâm on the pill.â
Relief washed over his face and he lets his fingers return to their mission. âYou read my mind.â
Finally plunging a finger in elicits a squelch, your pussy communicating just how much it needed to be filled. You close your eyes and exhale at the sensation of being worked apart. Soon you feel the addition of a warm wet tongue flicking your swollen bud. Trembling, your hands ball the sheets beneath you as you wriggle from pleasure.
âAh, Baekhyun,â you breathe out.
âYou like that, princess?â
âY-You know I do.â
Deeming you as ready, Baekhyun raises his torso and aligns himself. His blunt tip prods at at your entrance and you bite your lip in anticipation. He looks into your eyes and cradles your face in his hand, cheek pressed gently against his palm.
âTell me you want this.â
âI want it.â Your hand comes up to cover his warm one on your cheek. âPlease, take me.â
With that, Baekhyunâs hungry eyes drift to your core as he watches himself disappear into you.
A gasp leaves your throat as you feel your hole stretch to accommodate his girth. You grab onto him, gripping his broad shoulders.
Baekhyun hisses while he pushes in further. âFuck, youâre tight,â he pants. âYou feel so good wrapped around me, princess.â Once fully inside he instructs, âLet me know when I can move.â He wants to take this slow and allow you to adjust even if that meant he was struggling to keep still. Wet with your juices, his cock is embedded snuggly in your walls after a few moments.
âPlease move,â you beg.
Slowly but firmly, Baekhyun makes his first few thrusts into you. You moan incessantly, biting his shoulder as his thrusts grow deeper. Satisfied groans leave his lips in return.
He grips your waist, planting you in place beneath him. Baekhyun used to think that missionary was the worst, most boring position, but not with you. He fears closing his eyes from the pleasure because he doesnât want to miss a single expression you make. He makes an effort to memorize the ways you respond to his touch. Each roll of his hips feels deliberate, like heâs trying to prove something with every thrustâthat youâre not just another girl, that youâre his.
The view of his face as he looks down upon you, jaw slack and eyes glossy, is enough to build a warmth within you. You relish getting to roam your hands all over his back as you feel the muscles contract underneath his skin with each thrust. Eager to chase the fire in your abdomen, you rut into him, helping the meeting of your hips.
âI want you. Y/n.â He puffs directly into your ear before giving it a nibble. âI need you to be mine.â His hips increase their speed and slightly lose their steady pace.
You wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in. âThen come with me.â You thread your fingers through his hair. âMake me yours.â
Those words broke himâhis pace, his mind, his soul. As you scream his name coming undone around him, his hips sputter as your sounds fill his ears. He clutches the back of your head to bring it into his chest. While he muffles your cries, you hear his racing heart beat for you. Unable to hold out for much longer, he buries his cock as deep as it can reach to release his cum. Rope after rope, he fills you with himself. His grunts fill the air as you shudder beneath him, weak and free for him to pump himself into until you were full.
Eventually, his grip on your midsection softens and he pulls out his spent member. Cum slightly dribbles out your freshly used hole; Baekhyun takes notice. With two fingers he pushes it back in, making you squirm from the unexpected overstimulation.
âAll yours, every drop,â he says with a kiss before laying down beside you.
As your head returns from the clouds, you feel Baekhyun intertwine his hand with yours. He presses one last kiss to your temple and strokes the back of your palm with his thumb.
âWhat an excellent last lesson you gave me.â You chuckled honestly.
âYouâre not getting rid of me, though. I hope you know that. These lessons may be over⊠though there are always more things I could teach you,â he professes with a devious finger tracing your thigh at his last comment. âBut we are not over.â
You looked up to see the truth in his chocolate eyes.
âI meant what I said,â he adds, âI really like you and want to try this properly with you.â
A shy smile creeps onto your face. âYou mean, official?â
âI mean official.â He pulls you into an embrace tight enough to make your breath shallow, then loosens just enough to meet your eyes. âWill you be my girlfriend?â
You give an enthusiastic âyesâ before enjoying a passionate, lazy kiss. It was mutually understood that you both still need to hide your relationship from Chanyeolâbut neither of you want to talk about that. For a little while, you want to pretend that what you and Baekhyun have is okay and not to be shameful of. Your eyelids become heavy as your body is surrounded by the warmth of your bed and Baekhyunâs arm draped across your waist as he spoons you.
âThis wasnât supposed to happen,â you tiredly blurt.
âHmm, I think sex was the goal from the start, was it not?â
âUgh. Baekhyun,â you playfully hit his chest with the little strength you had left. âThatâs not what I meant. I wasnât supposed to⊠fall for you.â
âThink about how I feel.â You feel his breath against the back of your neck as he speaks. âNow youâre teaching me something new. A real relationship, that is.â
Your eyes peel open. The sound of a door shutting wakes you from the deep slumber that encased you after the blissful time you had with Baekhyun last night.
Youâre entangled with each other still, but each noise from outside your doorâkeys jingling before being set down, a heavy bag being placed on the floor, and soon, footsteps approaching your doorâall sober you to the realization that Chanyeol is home.
You poke Baekhyun to alert him. You only get back a groan. He nuzzles his precious face deeper into the nook between your shoulder and neck. He looks so peaceful like this, you hardly want to wake him, but the threat of Chanyeol opening your door and finding you in bed with his best friend keeps you on guard. Youâre more assertive this time, speaking softly in his ear to tell him to get up. His eyes slowly flutter open and you tell him of the imminent danger. Then, you hear a knock on your door.
Baekhyun shoots up from bed and grabs what he can of his clothing on the floor before stepping into your closet and shutting the door to hide. Little did he know, he left his bright red and green underwear on the floor. This garment evades your vision as well since it is tucked slightly under the front of your bed that you currently sit upon.
You yell, âJust a second,â and get dressed in a hurry. Your tank top and shorts just resting in front of your dresser. You do your best to finger comb your hair and look normal as you approach the door.
You open it to see Chanyeol with a present in his hand: a white pearlescent guitar pick.
âYeol, oh my gosh!â You take it from his hands. âThank you so much! This is so pretty!â Though you are not majoring in music yourself, you still dabble in guitar playing since music runs in your family. This guitar pick will be key in helping you keep your creativity active in the midst of your four year computer science degree. You give him a hug and as his head rests atop your shoulder in the embrace, he spots the brightly colored pair of underwear that Baekhyun had forgotten to retrieve and that you donât even realize is there.
He furrows his eyebrows at the sight of it. Not only are those menâs boxers, but, they are Baekhyunâs and he knows they are Baekhyunâs. Why? Because those characteristically garish red and green boxers were a silly secret Santa gift that he gave Baekhyun last year. Thereâs no mistaking them. As he pulls away he means to ask you until you cut him off with your own urgent request.
âThanks so much for this, I really appreciate it, and you can tell me all about your trip a bit later, but I need to get ready and ummâŠâ You look around your room for an excuse and spot a flyer on your desk of a job posting that you were thinking of applying for. âI have to head to a job interview for a part-time position at the cafe down the street! So Iâll see you later.â Chanyeol itches to squeeze a word in to ask about the illustrious pair of underwear on your floor but you usher him quickly out the door and lock it behind you.
Chanyeol retreats to his room with lots of questions and zero answers. What was Baekhyunâs underwear doing on your bedroom floor?
Eventually Baekhyun peeks out the closet door, requesting his underwear after you tell him the coast is clear. Your eyes dart around the room until they very quickly spot the eyesore of a color combo for underwear. You pick them up and take notice of where they are and the angle that they could have been seen. âThereâs no way Chanyeol saw these behind me at the door,â you think, pushing the thought out of your head. You donât know what youâd do with yourself if you did entertain that possibility in this moment. You toss them over to Baekhyun and wait for him to finish dressing before doing your best to quietly sneak him out. You walk him to his car, and, gingerly, Baekhyun gives you a parting kiss on the cheek.
âI wish we had a more peaceful morning after. Iâm sorry,â you say already tired from your stealthy affair.
âDonât be. I enjoyed my time and really, Iâm thankful.â
You look up at him through your lashes. Your lowered head doesnât do much to hide your flushed face.
You bid your farewells and make your way up the stairs.
From his window, Chanyeol watches the scene play out in front of him in disbelief. He sees you return with a smile on your face but your happiness is not enough to curb the rising anger he feels from your deceit.
Throughout the week, thereâs a pep in your step. Baekhyun, the forbidden crush, has now turned into your forbidden boyfriend. And you canât get enough of his forbidden fruit. You often find yourself sneaking out in the middle of the night to partake in more of the festivities that took place in your bedroom that one fateful night. As much as youâd like it to continue happening in your bed, the back of his car had to do since you didnât want to run any further risk of Chanyeol finding out. That single close call was enough. However, despite your attempts to hide the development of your relationship, youâve noticed the unimaginable. The exact situation that you and Baekhyun were working so hard to avoid this entire time seems to have emerged.
Chanyeol has grown distant toward you and Baekhyun. It doesnât take a research team to notice how terse his words are to you, the stuntedness of your interactions, nor the flash of something dark in his eye when you mention Baekhyun in casual conversation.
He likes seeing you happy, but, is Baekhyun the right guy for you?
Further, he reflects on his relationship with Baekhyun. He canât shake the image of his innocent little sister getting a kiss on the cheek from the universityâs most notorious player. Nor could he rid the memory of spotting Baekhyunâs underwear right at the front of your bed. How dare Baekhyun put his hands on you. Heâs only going to dump her in a week. How dare he. In fact, how dare he expect to keep the friendship? Chanyeol ignores each and every one of Baekhyunâs recent text messages. He is bitter at the thought of both of you keeping this from him.
Today, youâre inviting Baekhyun over to join you in baking a strawberry shortcake recipe that youâve been dying to try. Of course youâd rather have Yeol help since Baekhyun has zero cooking skills and mostly just distracts you, but, itâs not your fault that he can hardly look at you these past few days. You know that you have a reason to feel guilty, but, what does Chanyeol know?
Once Yeol is gone for another grocery trip, Baekhyun sneaks in shortly after. You both get started on the dessert, and lucky for him, it includes his favorite fruit. He, always silly in character, makes sure to waste some of the ingredients before they even make it to the cake.
âBaekhyun, stop eating the strawberries! We need those!â You exclaim. You know you donât sound threatening enough but no amount of a stern voice would get rid of your grin.
âNo, they taste too good,â he attempts to push a half of a strawberry to your lips, âYouâd know if you tasted one.â
You struggle to get him to behave and he chases you around the island for a bit. It ends with him grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up to sit you on the tabletop. You canât control your smile as you look down at him. Youâre all giggles as he finally succeeds in getting the piece of fruit past your lips. He stands between your legs, feeding you and cooing at how adorable you look.
Music playing relatively loudly in the background drowns out many ambient noisesâthe TV you two left playing in the living room, the chirping smoke detector in need of a new battery, and the sound of the front door opening. Indeed, a third body presented itself unnoticed. Baekhyun is too busy holding your cheek in his hand, staring into your eyes about to mutter something sweet to notice a tall figure entering the space. It is not until you see a large hand reach on the very tabletop you were sitting on to grab a worn leather wallet. Chanyeolâs wallet.
You immediately jump off the island and push Baekhyun away. Baekhyun is equally shocked, yet shock is not the only thing he feels. He balls his now empty hands into fists. The constant dodging of discovery is taking a hefty toll on him. For the one girl he actually feels dedicated to, he wants to be able to care for her out loud. If someone would have told Baekhyun just a few months ago that he and his best friend would be in a resentful standoff over a relationship he had to hide, heâd never be able to picture it. Now, his number one friend, number one confidant, is the number one person he must be secretive toward. Baekhyun mourns their connection, but doesnât regret his choices. Baekhyun nor you are furtive needlessly. Chanyeolâs disapproval is something that neither of you want to face. If only he could see the man that Baekhyun is to you. Neither of you know how much it would take.
âOh! H-Hey, youâre home early!â You stammered out.
Yeol raises an eyebrow and clears his throat, âI forgot my wallet.â He places it into his pocket before addressing the elephant in the room. âBaekhyun, why are you here?â It comes out of Chanyeolâs mouth as if he already knows the answer but just wanted to see how heâd respond anyway.
Baekhyunâs eyes frantically switch to you while he searches his brain for a coherent lie. While looking at you, the girl he likes, that heâs willing to test his friendship for, a steel-plated shield of confidence comes over him instead. Your boyfriend, making eye contact with Chanyeol cracks a cocky smile while shaking his head, chuckling incredulously in his face. Baekhyun conspicuously slides his hand into yours that hung limp on your side without breaking his shared glare with Chanyeol. You freeze, unable to think of a solution that pleases both of the men in front of youâboth of the men that mean so much to you. Staying in this brazen display doesnât feel right, but neither does pulling away. Despite the internal conflict you feel, you donât have it in you to move away. In fact, the affectionate contact made you feel safer. Your hand remains his.
And he notices. No matter how long he waits, Chanyeol continues to see the hand of his little sister remain in the campus playerâs grip.
He narrows his eyes at Baekhyunâs clear display of dominance.
âIâm helping a friend bake,â Baekhyun answered with a spiteful, fake grin as he gestures to the cake ingredients littered about the kitchen. âIs that a problem?â He took a step closer to the tall man that is red-faced from frustration. With as much venom as Yeol, he decides to look for his own answers. âChanyeol, why donât you tell me why youâve been ignoring all of my texts.â He spats with a peaked eyebrow.
You didnât know about this, but you assumed as much. It falls silent, though you can hear the raised pace of each heavy breath they take. Unable to take the tension, you feel your body cringe. You look down at the floor, wishing it could swallow you whole.
Chanyeol looks between you two, tight-lipped. His assumptions are confirmed. Without another word, Chanyeol storms out, slamming the door shut behind him. His brooding eyes say everything he chose not to.
Baekhyun quickly let go of your hand to furiously pound his fist on the countertop. The confidence he had worn earlier has somewhat shed. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh at the impossible dilemma you two have found yourselves in.
All you can think in the moment is to comfort Baekhyun, embracing him in a hug. That is his best friend. And they are mad at each other all because of you.
âIâm sorry,â you croak out. âThis is all my fault.â
hope ur doing well too! thanks sm for thinking of me đ«¶đ
iâm doing well for the most part. my idea generation for fics is a bit slower than what it was a few months ago but itâs ok! itâs normal for our imagination to ebb and flow i suppose haha.
in addition to writing these days iâve taken up running. i love a good evening jogâbut iâve only been using the treadmill in my apartment complexâs gym and not the actual outdoors yet but i will eventually! lol i need to make sure i can repeatedly run for 30mins straight without huffing and puffing too much so that i donât run the risk of embarrassing myself in public. not that anyoneâs looking but still đ
speaking of the outdoors, i love the lower temperatures that my state (jersey at the moment) is finally getting! and despite my allergies acting up, iâm excited about fall!
this was a total tangent but iâm grateful you asked so i wanted to give a genuine answer, haha.
tldr: good!
p.s. iâve been compiling a bunch of your works to read on a free weekend so donât be surprised to possibly see a bunch of comments from me on multiple different fics within one day haha
