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𓆩 junmyeon 𓆪
⟢ friends help each other out @cxsmicmyeon
⟢ honest @jaehunny
⟢ jealousy @lunaflowers
⟢ friends @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ the whale song @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ hard enough @writemekpop
⟢ how it starts @yeoldontknow
𓆩 minseok 𓆪
⟢ mine @yehet-me-up
⟢ ready or not @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ dinner date @iibonniee
⟢ love @itstheoneshot
⟢ in the morning @eomayas
⟢ lust @causekpop
⟢ the heir @byuntrash101
⟢ an uncomfortable christmas @prettywordsyouleft
⟢ cream soda @eomayas
⟢ closure @eomayas
⟢ glossy fruits @baeklooming-day
⟢ touch @yeolsmuffin
⟢ back then (when we used to) @simplyyeol
⟢ red flag @jongbross
⟢ hook, line & sinker @whimsical-ness
⟢ on the way @baeklination
⟢ silver @lucyjay
⟢ don’t go @anyamaris
⟢ office cohorts @8bityeol
⟢ take you home @ohh-baekhyun
⟢ high for this @exxxblr
⟢ mutually beneficial @breakyeol
⟢ sweet @baekluvie
⟢ goodnight n go @its-not-sof
⟢ the ugly friend @universitykpop
⟢ touch it for real @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ littoral @whatifexo
⟢ the bad boy’s secret @subbykboys
⟢ the wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table @taeclipse
⟢sexual fantasies @justwritedreams
⟢torque @yeoldontknow
⟢the morning after @yeoldontknow
⟢all quiet @yeoldontknow
⟢what happens in paris @yeoldontknow
⟢break a sweat @breakyeol
⟢greatest gift @wonderlustlucas
⟢reckless behavior @jongbross
⟢mad? @jongbross
⟢where do I live again? @taemins-dolphin
⟢comfort zone @taexual
⟢mirror @onlylovekpop
⟢sweet,sweet relief @breakyeol
⟢the doctor will see you now @kwanisms
⟢not shy of a spark @chaecchi
𓆩 kyungsoo 𓆪
⟢squirm, baby @breakyeol
⟢across the way @kpopfanfictrash
⟢sent @j-pping
⟢give it some thought @j-pping
⟢something sweet @anyamaris
⟢childs play @exxxoblr
⟢brother @cocobutnochanel
⟢between a rock and a hard place @sooibian
𓆩 jongin 𓆪
⟢ blame it on touch @yeoldontknow
⟢it’s nothing @mybiasisexo
⟢dirty sinner @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢yes, sir @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢shut me up @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢kinktober day 1 @itstheoneshot
⟢dirty @writemekpop
𓆩 sehun 𓆪
⟢formidable @prettywordsyouleft
⟢neighbours @itstheoneshot
⟢you drive me so crazy @jongbross
⟢don’t delete the kisses @kyungseokie
⟢yes, sir @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢you @enaasteria
⟢more than a dance @gyudior
⟢pink @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢humiliation @mybiasisexo
⟢tension @universitykpop
Credits to all creators! I know some of the @ hit the limit but your works are appreciated and loved. Thank you writers for the hard work you put into these creative writings!
Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader
Chapter Warnings: Language
Word Count: 8.1k
Author Notes: DOUBLE UPDATE BICTHESSSS!!!!! ok this is my big sorry!!! i was gonna post this earlier today but then coachella happened lol and my priorities changed, but we're back!!! tbh....im so scared to post this 😀. Its just a yap fest if im being honest, so if youre not into that....my bad. but ok yes ill stop blabbin. l adore you all pls enjoy 😩
It’s another hour before you leave the restaurant, impossibly full and content.
The ride back is silent. Most of the crew pass out as soon as you’re on the road, Seulgi being one of them. She uses your shoulder as a pillow. It doesn’t look comfortable, but she’s drooling into your clavicle, so it must be. You can’t sleep, so you quietly watch the beautiful dark scenery, ignoring the occasional prickles on your skin from being watched.
Once you’re back at the hotel, you start saying your goodbyes in front of the van. Everyone’s leaving at different times, so it makes sense to do your farewells now while you’re all present.
It’s bittersweet.
Jongdae is the first to approach you, collecting you tightly into his arms.
“Tell Eunhee I missed her this weekend, and congrats,” you tell him.
“Will do and thank you.”
He squeezes the shit out of you, making you yelp in pain. In retaliation, you smack his shoulder and he hisses, escaping to the next person before you can strike again.
You’re rolling your eyes as Jongin makes his way over, chuckling at his friends’ silly antics.
“He’s mean,” you whine.
“I know,” he coos as he hugs you. You instantly relax in his comforting arms. He really should start selling these things.
“It was good seeing you,” he says, making you sway.
“You too,” you say. “I’m sorry for getting you in this mess.”
“Don’t be.” He repeats. He tightens his arms. “It was bound to happen. I still believe it can work out.”
You smile pathetically. As if he can sense it, Jongin kisses the top of your head before separating.
“Make that runway your bitch,” you tell him. He smirks and bows in thanks.
Baekhyun quickly replaces him, pulling you into a firm hug.
“You’ve made this trip far more eventful than it needed to be,” he says in your ear.
“It wasn’t my intention,” you huff into his shirt.
He chuckles. “Look, I know things didn’t end on a good note, but I promise….” He leans back far enough to look into your eyes and says your name. “It can be. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even you, okay?”
The urge to cry hits you hard and you give him a watery smile. “Thank you, Baekhyun. For everything. I’ve gained some respect for you.”
His jutting jaw is the only acknowledgement he gives your last statement. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want my friends to be happy.”
“You’re hogging her.” You’re being yanked away from Baekhyun and he lets go without a fight, waving goodbye before heading inside the hotel.
“Do we have to say our goodbyes right now?” You ask, staring up at the best friend who you aren’t going back to a shared apartment with. “I’m going to cry.”
Sehun sighs before wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t be a baby.”
You’re already fighting tears, and the lump in your throat grows larger. “I’m really going to miss you.”
“I know,” and he sounds like he’s trying his hardest not to get choked up. “I’ll miss you more. I’ll visit Seoul soon. Most likely for Jongdae’s baby shower. I'll even bring Kyungsoo. I know you’ve been curious about him.”
You laugh through your now falling tears. “It’s not me who’s been curious about your little friend. I’m sure Seulgi will be pleased to hear she’ll finally be introduced.”
“Why do you think I’ve been stalling for so long?”
You share a laugh. “Okay. Jongdae’s baby shower isn’t that far away. I can handle that.”
“That works for you?” He asks sarcastically.
“It does. Just make sure to not leave without saying goodbye again, okay?”
He groans like you’re inconveniencing him, but whispers into your hair. “I won’t.”
Satisfied, you break the hug. Now that your arms are free, you wipe your damp face, laughing at how ridiculous you are. Sehun sucks his teeth in faux disapproval. Shaking his head, he lifts a hand in an attempt to help dry your face, but you knock it away. You’re about to tell him to screw off, but you’re interrupted by the clearing of a throat.
You turn towards the sound and startle slightly when you see Chanyeol standing a few steps away. His hands are deep in his pockets as his eyes flicker between Sehun and you. It’s then you notice just how quiet the portico has become, and check your surroundings. Only the three of you and Seulgi are left outside the hotel, everyone else retiring to their rooms. Seulgi is a few feet away, as though she was also leaving but decided to linger for a bit. When your eyes lock, she throws you a knowing grin.
“Sehun,” she calls. “Let me buy you a shot.”
Sehun seems to catch on quickly. “Oh! Can’t say no to a free drink, can I?”
His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, conveying an important message. ‘Talk to him and get your closure.’
He pats you before sauntering over to Seulgi, throwing an arm around her shoulders to drag her into the hotel.
Now alone, you give in and face Chanyeol.
There isn’t a flicker of the animosity or detachment you saw on the boardwalk the night before, and you aren’t sure if that’s a good thing or not. He’s admiring you, not with disgust or lust, just looking. The lack of emotion has you curious about what's going on in his head.
“Everyone’s said goodbye except us,” he finally says.
You lift an eyebrow. “Does last night not count?”
He frowns. “Do you want it to?”
“No, it’s not that!” You quickly correct. “It’s just that my decisions always hurt you in the end, so I understand if you never want to speak to me again.”
Your eyes water at the thought of going back to strangers with Chanyeol, of losing him again. But, you know you don’t deserve to ask him to stay. If he’s done trying with you, you’ll accept it without complaint. it’s the least you can do after the pain you’ve caused him these past couple days.
He turns away from you, as if he can’t stand to see your tears. One of his hands pats at his thigh as he squints at the beach in the distance.
“We’ve both made poor decisions.” he sighs heavily. “But yesterday was really really bad. I no longer know if there can be an ‘us’ after this. Maybe you're right. Maybe we’ve grown too far apart, and the people we are today aren’t able to love each other like we used to.”
He takes a deep breath and you brace yourself for his rejection. “It wasn’t until dinner that it really hit me, that today is our last day here. I don’t want to leave, to go back to Seoul, and continue living as I did before the wedding. I can’t. Not after seeing you again. I don’t want to leave Jeju with any regrets, and if we leave things like this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
“Me too,” you admit. “I’ll regret it too. I already regret so much.”
“Do you regret us?”
“No. Never. I regret where we are now, but I’ll never regret you, Park Chanyeol.”
Your throat tightens from the confession, hating how it sounds like a farewell on your tongue.
You swear his eyes gloss over, but he hides it quickly by turning his head to look behind him. When he faces you again, his features are under control. He tilts his head in the direction he just checked. “Walk with me?”
This is it, and you know it. The last chance with Chanyeol. The inevitable talk you’d been skirting around all weekend. Now is the chance to have your closure, and Chanyeol is giving it to you. If you decline, what is left of your bridge will be burnt for good, keeping you both on opposite ends with no chance of return.
You’re relieved that he offers to walk. When you imagine this conversation, it’s always in Chanyeol’s suite, and you’re honestly not strong enough to ever go back there. The memories are too fresh, and you have zero faith in your self control when it comes to him.
So, you eagerly agree to his request and follow him as he starts walking down the sidewalk. It’s silent as he leads you away from the hotel, taking a path that heads towards the city not too far away. Chanyeol’s steps seem sure, and it makes you wonder if he has a certain place in mind.
He answers your unasked question five minutes later, when you take notice of a faint glowing in the distance. Chanyeol throws a couple nervous glances your way, and the shift in his demeanor has you alert.
You walk a few more feet before you can fully see a white gazebo on the edge of the sandy beach. Golden fairy lights dangle off the sides, making a surreal romantic atmosphere.
You stop dead in your tracks. Chanyeol halts beside you, intently watching your reaction.
“Do you remember this place?” he asks, voice thick with controlled emotion.
You do.
You climb up the steps into the gazebo. A wooden bench wraps around the walls and vines with pink flowers curl around the thin poles connecting to the rounded roof. You stop a little before the center and turn to Chanyeol who stayed back, allowing you a moment to yourself.
“This is where you proposed to me.”
The lights reflect off his round eyes, softening them. Or maybe it’s the memory you both share. A day that you will never forget.
It was your senior trip. Come to think of it, there are many similarities to the one you’re currently on. All of your college friends came to Jeju and stayed at the same hotel, thanks to Junmyeon. You were in a different suite that time, with a different roommate. For five days, the gang ran around the city, exploring and partying. Basking in the last moments you all had before fully joining the real world. Well, Jongdae, Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Chanyeol had already graduated, but that didn’t stop them from acting like it was their last moments as well. Speaking of Chanyeol, the two of you were deeply in love by that point. You were that nauseating couple that would get lost in your own little world, gravitating around each other in your own solar system. The last day of the trip, he had talked you into having a girl’s day with Seulgi. You were hesitant, because you wanted to spend the last day with him, but he assured you that you’d have him all to yourself that night.
That was enough to have Seulgi drag you around town, taking you to get pampered with a spa and convincing you to let her buy you a dress that she was adamant you had to wear later that night. Little did you know she was in on a plan being prepared behind your back.
When the sun was setting, you followed her to where you thought you were going to meet up with everyone else for dinner, and were confused when she dragged you to the middle of the beach. That was when you spotted the gazebo. There were pink and white balloons on the far side across the entrance. And in the center, dressed in a fancy black suit, stood Park Chanyeol.
You glared accusingly at Seulgi, who just laughed and shoved you into the gazebo. Your heart raced dangerously fast, nearly drowning out the speech Chanyeol prepared for you. It was beautiful. Chanyeol, ever the poet, poured his heart to you, tearing up as he explained his endless love and devotion.
Then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring from his pants. You’d later chastise him for not keeping it in its box. He held it up and it shimmered against the lights surrounding you, but it paled in comparison to the shimmering in Chanyeol’s eyes.
‘Will you continue to be the melody of my life’s song?’ He asked. ‘Will you marry me?’
You were screaming yes before he could finish his question. His smile was blinding as he slid the ring onto your finger and you pounced on him. He held you tightly, lifting you up with him as he stood, and buried his face into your neck as you both cried. You hadn’t noticed all of your friends poking around the outside of the gazebo, popping streamers and cheering as you held onto your soulmate and cried with a happiness and love you knew only a few people have genuinely felt. You were so lucky to have Park Chanyeol. You were so lucky to be loved by him….
You blink.
“That was the best day of my life,” he whispers.
“Mine too,” you admit.
You turn away, not able to handle the tenderness he carries.
He tentatively enters the gazebo, sitting on the bench near the entrance. “I stumbled across it after our… conversation last night. It felt fitting. A reminder of why we’re here.”
Indeed. This was the beginning of the end of you. It makes sense to end this trip here, to end your relationship here. If that’s what you were doing.
You wrap your arms around your stomach, holding yourself together because you’re already at your limit and know you’re about to shatter. Your back still faces Chanyeol, not ready to see the way the fairy lights warm his handsome face.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should have told you where I was taking you. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset,” you assure. It’s not a lie, but it’s not completely true. You aren’t upset with him for bringing you here. If anything, you need to see this place. You finally turn to face him and the stark difference of how he looks now compared to the last time you saw him under this roof is startling. He wore no fancy suit, only casual khaki pants and a cream button down shirt. His hair blows gently in the breeze, longer and lighter than on that day, and his expression has lost the confidence and joy that was hard to hide then. He is now a shadow of the man that proposed to you, he is a man who has lost the one thing he thought he’d have forever. “It’s just a lot.”
He nods in agreement. “Do you want to leave?”
“No. I agree with you. This is the perfect spot. We can talk here if that’s what you want.” Again, you make sure to let him know that you’re doing this on his terms. He’s in charge here. You’ll be truthful, you’ll answer any question honestly, and you’ll let him be the one to decide how this trip ends.
“Where should we start?” he asks as you make your way over to sit beside him. You make sure to leave some space, knowing how distance can skew your train of thought around him.
“Let’s start with this,” you begin. “What do you want from this conversation?”
“I just want us to not avoid each other the next time we’re in the same room.”
“You think we can be friends?” You ask, genuinely curious of his answer.
He shrugs feebly. “If that’s all we can be. I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not in it at all.”
You’re not a fan of his answer. Earlier, you told him that you didn’t think you could ever be his friend, and you still believe that. The thought of him actually moving on one day, and having to watch him regard somebody else the way he did you has your heart squeezing in agony. Seeing him with Yerim has been difficult as it is, imagining him with someone he actually loves leaves you disturbed.
Tell him, the Baekhyun in your head urges. Tell him how you really feel.
You already tried to last night. You still have so much love for Chanyeol, but sometimes that’s simply not enough. There’s still too much left unsaid, blocking the path to a future that can possibly end with you back together. The ball that’s always been in your court has now rolled over onto his side, and you aren’t sure if he’s going to pick it up or kick it away and finally put this long game to rest.
But he deserves that choice. Chanyeol has been so strong for you. He’s given you up multiple times, has had his heart broken because of you far more times than you have by him. You owe it to him to choose what he wants for himself. As much as you’d rather part ways on good terms and continue living as you have–without him in your life–if Chanyeol still wants you in his, you’ll suck it up and be present. Because you know for a fact that if the roles were reversed, he’d do the same with no complaint.
Still hurts like a bitch though.
Not yet, you tell your inner Baekhyun, ignoring the way he rolls his eyes. You don’t need his sass right now.
“If that’s what you want,” you push through the tightening of your throat. “Then we should start off easy. How did you end up at Junmyeon’s wedding with Yerim as your date?”
He coughs a shocked laugh. “If that’s the easiest topic, we’re going to be here til the sun rises.”
You shrug a shoulder. “That’s fine with me.”
He watches you for a moment before dropping his head to look at his hands that lay limply between his parted thighs. “As soon as I got Junmyeon’s announcement, I thought of you. I knew you were going to be there, and I couldn’t shake this feeling that you were going to bring a date. The idea of seeing you being happy with your new boyfriend, while I had no one, made me sick. I began to panic, because I didn’t want to be the loser who hadn’t moved on. I wanted you to think I no longer cared. I needed a date.”
That makes you pity him a bit, and you feel bad for calling him an asshole. The intentions behind it are anything but. He was trying to protect himself, and that’s nothing to make fun of.
“And then you met Yerim.”
“And then I met Yerim.” He sinks further into the bench and your ears perk at the name. It hits you then that it’s the first time you’ve heard Chanyeol speak her name. Was he being respectful towards you by neglecting to voice the name of the ‘other’ woman in your picture? Or maybe that was his poor attempt at pretending she didn’t exist while in your presence. Intrigued, you study the way the syllables left his mouth. It’s said with contrition, and that jealous part of you that you’re surprised to still find vanishes with content.
“I don’t know if you remember,” he continues, unaware of the healing already being done to you. “But she works at the cafe near my job. If I’m being honest, I’d been going there for months and hadn’t paid her any mind. I just knew she made the best Americano I’ve ever had in my life! But, after some time, it was kind of obvious she had a little crush on me. Although I was flattered, I never pursued it because I was never interested. That didn’t stop her from being bold. She always made a point to have a conversation with me, even when they were slammed, and I guess she wore me down. Our little talks started becoming the highlights of my days, and I started paying her more attention.”
His story brings to mind a few times Yerim mentioned a cute customer to you. How wild is it that Chanyeol is the customer she’d always tell you about.
“She is funny,” you acknowledge begrudgingly. “And pretty.”
“She is,” he agrees, and you guess your jealousy hasn’t vanished after all. “But, that’s not what ultimately drew me to her.”
“What was it then?”
He avoids your gaze. “She reminded me of you.”
“Oh!” Okay, now your jealousy is officially gone.
“Yeah. Oh. The more Yerim and I talked, the more she sounded like you. Now it makes sense, because you’re close friends so you must’ve rubbed off on her. But, at the time, it really felt like I was getting a second chance. How could I not fall for her when she acted so much like you?”
Your eyebrows raise at that. You’ve never noticed your influence on Yerim, but apparently it’s strong enough to catch your ex’s attention. In a strange way, you are the reason they got together. You’re not sure how to react to the fact. Part of you is sympathetic towards them both, at the fact Chanyeol only liked Yerim because of you. But you’re also flattered and a bit proud for ruining him so much.
Even though you think you know the answer, this conversation is all about honesty, so you have to confirm something. “Did you like her? Like that? You’ve been pretty adamant about her not being your girlfriend.”
“She wasn’t,” he’s still quick to deny. “And I didn’t. At the start I thought I did. Well, I thought I could fall for her. Maybe if we had time before the wedding to actually get to know each other outside of the cafe, I would have. But the timing was bad. She tried, she really did. But I was too distracted by what was about to happen to give her my full attention, and once I saw you, all thoughts of Yerim went out the window.”
“That’s why you kicked her out?”
“It is. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.” He backtracks, continuing his story where he left off. “The main reason for me being so adamant on bringing a date was to prove to everybody, including myself, that I was completely over you. But, the fact that I started pursuing someone because they reminded me of you should have been the first sign I wasn’t. Still, I ignored it, and when the wedding got brought up, I saw my perfect opportunity. She agreed all too easily.”
“Like fate.”
“It felt like that. Like it was too perfect. Baekhyun said it was a dumb idea. He told me I wasn’t going to get you back that way. I told him I didn’t want you back. As you can imagine, he didn’t believe me.”
“Did you even believe you?”
“I did,” he defends, slightly offended. “I thought enough time had passed, and thinking about you didn’t hurt as much as it had. Sure, I didn’t know if I was capable of ever loving someone as much as I loved you, and I had built some walls after us, but I was ready to try again. And I was going to prove it during dinner. I wanted to make you feel the same as I did. I figured we both could suffer a little, and I…I wanted to hurt you. But, even though I knew you were going to be there, I still wasn’t prepared for the shock of finally seeing you in person. All that bravado I had vanished the moment I saw you. Especially after I realized you did not, in fact, have a date.”
“Technically, I did,” you correct. “Seulgi was my date.”
“Should I have been worried about her?” he asks skeptically.
You can’t miss the opportunity to tease him. “A lot can happen in a couple years. Who knows? We could’ve been inlaws.”
His face pinches in disgust. “That’s a sick joke, Me….”
He lets the petname die on his tongue, unsure if that’s something he still wants to call you.
“I deserve that,” you mumble and attempt a reassuring smile. He takes one look at your stretched lips and immediately starts nervously nibbling on his own. You sense his internal battle, fighting the instinct to defend you while also agreeing with what you said.
The light atmosphere you created dissipates as quickly as it comes.
He clears his throat. “Anyways, that’s why I brought Yerim. I wanted to get a reaction out of you.”
“And did you get the reaction you wanted?” You ask.
“In the grand scheme of things, I guess I did. But at the moment, I didn’t think so. It felt more like it backfired on me. That whole dinner I tried to taunt you by using Yerim, but you never took the bait. You didn’t care at all. That hurt more than I’d like to admit. Especially because your presence was eating me up inside.”
“I’m a better actress than I give myself credit for if you couldn’t see how affected I was. I pretty much went through exactly what you were afraid of happening to you, with an extra brutal layer of personally knowing the date. Trust me when I say you succeeded.”
“It doesn’t feel like a victory,” he shares. “As soon as dinner was over, I realized Baekhyun was right, bringing Yerim was dumb. I was overwhelmed with all these old resurfacing feelings, and all I could think about was you. How was I going to see you again, and what would I say when I did. I made some pretty rash decisions, like kicking Yerim out of our room because I didn’t want you to think we were sleeping together, and then forgetting to have breakfast with her the next morning like I promised because I talked to you the night before. Our conversation was proof that I wasn’t alone in these old feelings, and gave me the courage to attempt to pursue you. It wasn’t a lot, and you were really drunk, but you kept giving me this look I was very familiar with, and I couldn’t deny it if I tried.”
“A look?” You question, having no idea what he’s referring to. He’s never told you about a look before.
“Yes.” He sounds tortured thinking about it. “You get this look on your face whenever you want me to lean down to kiss you. These past few days, we’d argue, you’d tell me how wrong this situation was, and then you’d stare up at me with those eyes of yours. I could never forget that expression, it’s one of my favorites. So, I’d try to oblige you, and at the last second, you’d push me away, and I’d go back to my room and yell in frustration. It was frustrating, knowing you still wanted me, even if you weren’t aware of it, all because of the way you’d look at me.”
Hell. He really can read you like a book.
“So, you ended things with her because of the way I was looking at you?” You confirm.
“I broke up with Yerim because I was leading her on,” he corrects. “But also, I can admit that I was being selfish, and she was in the way of what I truly wanted. You. I knew with her out of the picture, you’d be less…resistant.”
“What did you expect would happen?” You implore. “You’d tell me you broke things off with her and I’d come running back into your arms? Was that the plan?”
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe that you’d lower your guard and stop fighting me. But, I mean, you did run back to me not long after she left….”
You narrow your eyes. “That was because of the wedding.”
“I thought we were being honest with each other?”
That shuts you up. He knows he got you there, if the smug look on his face is any indicator.
“Fine,” you relent. “I most likely wouldn’t have done that had Yerim still been here.”
He bows his head in gratitude for your honesty.
“Alright,” you drawl, fiddling with your fingers. “It’s your turn to ask me a question.”
Chanyeol inhales deeply, and you know it’s going to be a difficult one.
“Last night,” he starts, and you already dread what’s next. “You said that you couldn’t get over what happened the last time we were together.”
“I did.”
“It made me realize that I hurt you way more than I thought I did. You’d mentioned it a couple times, but I didn’t get it… not until now.”
“I may have called off the engagement,” you say. “But it was you, Chanyeol, who ultimately broke us up.”
“Is that how you see it?” He asks, a darkness creeping into his tone.
“How else am I?” You retort. “I asked to get back together and you said yes.”
“I didn’t realize….” He shook his head in denial. “I wasn’t listening.”
“I gathered,” you scoff, growing irritated. “That day I had worked up the courage to call you. It had been a year since we’d last seen each other–”
“Ten and a half months. But who’s counting?” he cuts you off to say.
“Ten and a half months,” you correct. “I felt so stupid because of that. I made such a big show of leaving you, just to beg for you back not even a year later.”
“I wouldn’t have seen it that way,” he says. “I was waiting for that call. To me, those ten and a half months felt more like years.”
“I wish I’d known that then, because I was so nervous. I feared the worst. That you would be angry at me for ending things just to come back so soon. Or worse. That you’d somehow moved on during that time, or realized that you were no longer in love with me. It was that fear that drove me to come up with a cover, an excuse to get you to come over.”
“The ring,” he realizes, jaw clenching at the grim reminder.
“Yeah,” you confirm. “I had it all planned out. I’d tell you that you needed to come over so that you could take it back, but then I’d confess and ask for another chance.”
“You could’ve just told me you missed me,” he says. “It would’ve been just as effective. Actually, more. I would’ve been there faster.”
“I couldn’t just tell you that,” you explain. “I didn’t want to come off desperate. But, I admit, using the ring was the worst thing I could’ve done. I swear I had no intention of giving it back.”
“You were very convincing in acting like it was,” he mutters. “I didn’t even have time to ask how you’d been before you were sitting it on the table. I was hoping you weren’t being serious. But as soon as I saw you, it was obvious you’d changed. It hadn’t been that long, but you were different. You didn’t want me anymore.”
“I didn’t need you anymore, Chanyeol. I still wanted you, if later that night was any indicator.”
“You couldn’t stop raving about how much better your life was now that I was no longer in it! I had to listen to you go on and on about your great new life without me, all while staring at your engagement ring. It was the first time I’d ever seen it not on your finger, and it felt like a punch to the damn gut! My heart was breaking all over again, but there was no hope to latch onto this time.”
His words are enlightening. Despite your attempts at blocking the memory, you remember that night in great detail. You remember how sweaty your palms were from the nerves, to the point you couldn’t even hold a glass of water. You remember the wave of relief that swept over you when you opened the door to see Chanyeol on the other side. You remember his expression, the conflicting emotions of love and hope, battling against reluctance and defeat. Putting the ring on the table was also due to nerves. You wanted to keep pretenses for a little longer, but the way he had zeroed in on the piece of jewelry worried you so much you began rambling.
He never took his eyes off that ring. You remember that clearly. It made you panic, and in a poor attempt to fill the silence, you started updating him on your life. You told him about the job you had just gotten that you’d been dying to get, about your hesitant plans on moving in with Seulgi, about the trips you had taken, anything to get him to react. He didn’t. By that point, you decided to get to the main reason for inviting him. You remember easing into it, telling him you had a lot of time to think about what you wanted in life, and had succeeded in your mission to find yourself. You were ready, if he was still willing. You were ready to become his wife.
He didn’t say anything. Hadn’t moved an inch.
You were positive he hadn’t blinked once during your monologue. Was he angry? Of course he was! That’s when you realized you’d made an irreversible mistake and was now living through the consequences. Maybe he didn’t want you back. Maybe you put too much faith in his love for you. Now looking back on it, you felt a lot like you do at this moment. If Chanyeol was done with you, you’d let him leave. You were going to put him first this time.
‘Chanyeol?’ you called gently. That seemed to bring him back. His eyelids fluttered and he straightened in his chair, pulling away from the ring to finally look at you. You were mesmerized by the richness of his eyes, they were prettier than you recalled, but maybe that was the unshed tears reflecting off the lights overhead. His mouth had fallen open, eyebrows lifted in a question, and you cleared your throat and forced yourself to blink, to break the intimate contact.
‘Are we good?’ You asked, voice shaking in apprehension. You were terrified of his answer, terrified of this being the end of you. Yet, you were prepared for rejection.
‘Yeah, we're good,’ he said. Not expecting that, you stared at him in shock for a moment until reality hit. He was taking you back! Instantly, you felt silly for doubting him. Of course he was taking you back. He already told you that he’d always love you. Feeling giddy with excitement, you weren’t even thinking when you reached out to him….
“I didn’t….” Chanyeol seems to also be back in that living room, reliving that dreadful day. “I couldn’t listen to you brag about your newfound happiness. It was like you were trying to hurt me. So, I stopped listening. Next thing I knew, you’re saying my name and like an idiot, I look at you. You asked me if we were good. I was confused, because you were obviously nervous, but I assumed you just wanted to leave on good terms. So, I agreed. ‘Sure, we’re good’.
….And then you kissed him.
“And then you kissed me.” His eyebrows furrow in the confusion he still feels. “And nothing else mattered after that. Not the ring, not the break up. Just you.”
Chanyeol gives you a Look of his own, and the moment turns tender.
Except all those feelings from the morning after bubbled up to the surface, and you despise the softness of his gaze.
“That was until the morning, right?” You say bitterly. “Then I didn’t matter at all.”
“That’s not–”
“You left me!” You snap. His mouth audibly shuts at the rise of your voice. “You agreed to get back together, had sex with me, disappeared in the morning, took the ring, and blocked me on everything so that I couldn’t get ahold of you! You claim it was because you were afraid of being used, but that’s what you ended up doing! You used me, Chanyeol, and I haven’t been the same since. You destroyed me! ”
“I didn’t use you!” He pleads. “Stop looking at me like that. You told me you didn’t hate me.”
“I don’t,” you say. “I’m just trying to understand. Was it one last fuck for old times’ sake?”
“God, no! Don’t say it like that. I’ve never ‘fucked’ you. That’s not what that night meant to me.”
“Then what did it mean?” You beg for answers. “If it wasn’t your get back, if it wasn’t you confirming our relationship. What the fuck did it mean to you?”
He meets your gaze, determination igniting within him. “It meant everything to me! That kiss may have felt like the beginning to you, but for me, it was an ending. And I had something to prove. If that was going to be our last night together, I was going to give you every last piece of me. I wanted you to feel my love deep inside your bones, so that you could never forget what it felt like to be truly loved by me. I wanted to ruin you, so that any man that touched you after would pale in comparison. I wanted you to yearn for me on lonely nights, to miss me even if it was a fraction of the loss I was going to feel. I wanted you to still want me.”
Your breathing hitches at his explanation, because you’d be damned if that’s not exactly what he did. Your body awakens from his words, desperately calling for him the way it always has. You battle with the need to pull him close and have him sink into your soul. He made sure to leave his mark on you that night, to carve a hole deep within your heart that could never regrow. You’ve felt that emptiness since, carried it unknowingly. And now that you’ve been reunited, you see that he still holds that chunk with him. Chanyeol still possesses the missing piece to your heart.
The fire inside him seems to diminish once his speech is done. Now guilt slumps his shoulders and lowers his head.
“That morning….” He licks his dry lips. “It was a lapse of judgment.” You can’t help but wonder if he’s told himself this multiple times throughout the years to rationalize his decision. “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. You have to believe me. It took everything to get out of your bed, everything to touch that ring. Everything to leave your life for good.”
“But I didn’t want you to,” you confess, on the verge of tears.
“I know,” he whispers, eyes just as glossy as yours. “I know that now. But, at the time, it was too impossible a dream to even fathom. I had to protect my heart too, you know?”
You did. He had every right to keep his guard up, even if it was at the detriment of your own feelings.
“And trust me when I say,” he continues. “I suffered too. I hated myself just as much as you did. I still do. Knowing that I broke you so badly…. I can’t even put into words how sorry I am. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.” He says your name. “That night was no exception.”
“You literally just said that you brought Yerim to hurt me,” you point out with a sniff.
“Right.” He winces. “But, that’s the only time, I swear!”
He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them. They’re big and warm and the contact soothes you. “Had I known…. Had I listened to you that night, I would have never left. If I knew that kiss meant so much more than a goodbye, we would’ve been married the next week. It’s my fault for not listening and for leaving without an explanation. I hurt us both that day. I’ll accept that now. I’m so fucking sorry, Mel.”
Him calling you Mel again is enough to make you finally shatter. Leaning against him, you press your forehead to his chest as sobs rack your own. He pulls you into his arms, rocking you back and forth as apologies fall from his mouth. You can hear the tears he sheds.
You both cry until you’re dried out, and as the gazebo quiets Chanyeol still holds you.
Once you’ve collected yourself, you speak through a stuffy nose. “I’m sorry too.”
Chanyeol stops swaying at the sound of your voice, so you continue. “I held a lot of animosity for what you did, but I ended up doing the same thing to you.”
“You were confused–”
“It’s no excuse. I left because I was scared, but I still hurt you.” You pull back so that you can show him your sincerity and finally own up for the things you did. “I’ve been playing with you this whole trip, because of my indecisiveness. I’ve been leading you on for days, pushing and pulling away, and you don’t deserve that. No matter our past, you don’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve been treating you.”
“Thank you,” he accepts with a sniff.
“No, thank you,” you counter. “For explaining yourself, and for giving me a chance to explain myself as well. You didn’t owe me anything after what I did to you.”
“You didn’t do anything–”
“You don’t have to protect me anymore, Chanyeol. We’re past that now, aren’t we?”
He grows contemplative at that. “After our night together, much like when you kissed me all those years ago, I assumed we were back together.” As he speaks, he dries your wet face with his hands. You close your eyes, savoring his touch just in case it’s the last. “So when you denied it at the beach, I was hurt. I didn’t understand your reluctance, and I couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with me that you kept rejecting me. It wasn’t until after our fight, when I kept pushing and pushing and yet you still didn’t want me, that I took off the rose tinted glasses and reality set in. Seeing you again, at the place where our love was at its peak, it was easy to forget all the ways we went wrong. You were back in my life, and that was the important part. In my mind, we’d figure everything else out later. Because of that, I didn’t take your feelings into consideration, and I was moving way too fast. I guess, deep down, I knew that I had fucked up and was trying to make up for it. But you weren’t ready, and let's be honest, I’m not ready either. I thought about your offer to give it some time once we’re back in Seoul to separate the past from the present. I’d like to take you up on it, if it still stands.”
You’re relieved to know he finally understands what you were trying to explain to him yesterday. That it wasn’t necessarily a no, just a not-right-now.
“I would like that,” you admit.
You both smile at each other, taking in the other unabashedly in your safe space. You catch him glance down at your lips and pout. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever not be attracted to you. Is that bad?”
You can’t help but laugh. “I think this trip is proof of how bad it can be, but I feel the same regardless.”
He lets out a sigh full of longing, and nervous about the changing atmosphere around you both, you speak. “Let’s make it a pact then. After we leave tomorrow, we’ll continue living as we had before the wedding, and after some time has passed, we’ll meet up and decide if this is something we actually want to try again, or if we should officially move on.”
“How long?” He asks.
You hum as you think of what a good enough time could be. “Jongdae’s baby shower is in four months. Do you think that’s enough time?”
His eyes take on a familiar shimmer. “I think it’s perfect.”
Chanyeol gets to his feet and pulls you up onto yours. You expect him to start walking back, but instead he pulls you deeper into the gazebo, until he’s standing in the center.
“How did I do it again?” he mumbles before sinking onto one knee, and your heart lurches into your throat.
“Chanyeol, what are you doing?” You choke.
He holds your left hand, thumb sliding over where your engagement ring once sat. He lifts his head to gaze up at you, and the fairy lights ahead douse him in a golden hue, sparkling in the dark depths of his soul. He now fully embodies the man he was four years ago, and you have a hard time differentiating what year you're in.
Your full name falling from his lips makes you focus on the present. “The last time I was here, I proposed to you, so it’s only fitting I do it again. I’m sorry, but I don’t have a ring this time.”
“Probably for the best,” you wheeze, still overwhelmed.
“Tonight, I’m proposing a deal. That we leave here and figure our shit out, and on the day of Jongdae’s baby shower, we will come to an agreement on how we will pursue this relationship. We will decide to either date again, stay strictly platonic, or become nonexistent. Do you agree to the terms?”
“Yes.” You agree.
Chanyeol smiles largely, and pretends to put a ring on your finger before kissing it. “Then it’s a deal.”
With that, he stands up and you look at him expectantly.
“There’s that look,” he whispers before obliging your unspoken request by leaning down to kiss you.
You kiss as though it’s the last time you ever will, savoring the other and indulging in such a forbidden touch. Whenever you think Chanyeol’s about to break it, he merely tilts his head the other way to deepen it and you giggle and fall right back into your perfect rhythm. A slow warm heat builds from your core, up to your chest, to burn in your throat. Surprisingly, it’s not arousal. It’s something more grounding, more brittle. It’s affection, it’s grief.
It’s love.
The two of you pull apart eventually, staring deep into each other’s eyes as you attempt to catch your breaths.
“There,” Chanyeol says, voice gravelly and deep, as though he just woke up. “Sealed with a kiss.”
You’re smiling, and it all feels so bittersweet, you think you may also be crying again.
“I….” Chanyeol brushes your hair back. Whatever he’s about to say–and you have a suspicious feeling you might know what it is–he decides to keep to himself. Instead, he presses another kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you. “Let’s go back. I have an early flight.”
The walk to the hotel is peacefully silent. You don’t hold hands or anything, but you’re close enough to have your arm brush his occasionally. When you’re in the elevator, you stand on opposite sides of the cart, just as you had a couple nights ago. He’s smiling at you, and it’s so sweet and boyish, you can’t help but smile back. The action makes his smile grow wider.
When you’re deposited onto your floor, he walks you to your door.
“Sorry for all the drama,” you say as you dig for your room key.
“I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He grins at you, nudging your shoulder with his arm.
Opening the door, you pause and turn to him. He meets your gaze expectantly.
“See you at the baby shower?” You ask anxiously.
He nods. “I’ll see you at the baby shower, Mel.”
Reassured, you head inside, closing the door quietly behind you. Your heart is pounding a million miles a second, and you take a moment to calm it down with deep breaths. It doesn’t help much. You’re too excited. You’re…hopeful. You know that whatever you decide on the day you see Chanyeol again, he’ll be on the same page.
You finally got your closure, and are now ready for a new chapter, with or without him. And that doesn’t scare you nearly as much as it had this morning. You’ll never let him know, but Sehun was right. The talk was much needed.
You get ready for bed, and take in the room you spent some of the most stressful days in. You find you’re going to miss this place. Maybe next year you can book the same room, you think as you crawl into bed and fall into a peaceful slumber, knowing all but one of the knots in your rope have finally been untangled.
this entire series!!! *french kiss* so real with it, so juicy, so entertaining, so sexy! a real talent right here😍 thank you for working on this fic, it’s incredible!
girl i- idk if this is referring to recs but i literally forgot the password to this account and it’s deadass been a whole year TT. gonna see if i can make a little rec list on whatever i missed out on 😆 i miss this little hobby!! i know reading these fics brightens our days.
Warnings/notes: a little bit of an angsty beginning, patriarchal pressure in the workplace, and the ‘who did this to you’ trope is in play.
Prompt: “Talk to me.” #64 of 100 Writing Prompts
Word count: 2059
Barrelling down the hallway to your office, you curled your hands into tight fists, hoping the pain you were inflicting on yourself would ease the burn in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry at all, but if you had to let the emotions out, you wanted it to be done behind closed doors. It was bad enough your humiliation had been witnessed by three others in the boardroom. Word would travel fast, and you wanted to have a hold over yourself before it got to whispered conversations wherever you walked.
You had almost made it to your office, your eyes stupidly scanning around the corner as you turned towards it to make sure you didn’t bang into anyone. Perhaps you should have. Then you wouldn’t have had that split moment when your gaze connected with his dark brown eyes, his smirk fading fast.
Author’s Note: hi @gingersaysjump
Pairing: Jongin x reader (oc; female)
Summary: After working with Jongin for a while, you’ve come to realize his shyness only fades when he’s with you. The night after you sleep with him, you try to rationalize the difference between the Jongin who blushes at work and the Jongin who made you come - twice.
Genre: romance; smut; au
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex; dirty talk; brief voyeurism; semi-public sexual situations
Word Count: 3,553
He tasted sweet when he kissed you, like fire and ice and bourbon. Heady, but that’s how you expected him taste. The fullness of his mouth demanded the fullness of you, and you had imagined, for weeks, that his mouth would know how to work against you, but never did you imagine it would want to.
You don’t like Doh Kyungsoo. Especially not when he’s got his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of you and your seeing stars —goddamn stars!— but can’t make a sound unless you want the entire library to know exactly what he’s doing to you under the table.
┗ Pairing: Tutor!Kyungsoo x Reader
Genre: college au, tutor au, enemies w benefits au, smut
Words: 4.7k
Rating: 18+
Warnings: strong language, sexual acts in a public setting, fingering
A/N; tomorrow is going to be my 1 year anniversary as an EXO-L!! oh my goodness that feels so crazy, time really flies. so here is a little present from me to you, enjoy lovelies!!
“These are all wrong,” Kyungsoo mutters blankly, “start over.”
A loud groan is ripped from your throat, the sound earning you more than a few sideways glares from the surrounding tables but you can’t really bring yourself to care. You’ve been here for two hours, studying one of the most intolerable subjects in the world: Calculus. The mere mention of its name made you shiver in disgust.
To be blunt, you’d always been shit at math. Numbers and equations were never your strong suit, not in high school and definitely not now with the added complexities of derivatives and differential equations (neither of which made even the slightest bit of sense to you). You much preferred the gentleness of literature and history to the strict logic and rules of mathematics and science. Unfortunately for you, the latter subjects were just as vital a part of your education, and opting out of them was not an option.
“Can’t we take a break?” You almost whine the question, pressing your fingers into your throbbing temples. “My brain feels like it’s going to explode.”
“No.”
You scowl at the bluntness of his rejection. “I’m paying you.” You point out, stabbing a finger into his bicep for emphasis. “Shouldn’t I have a say in when we take a break?”
He rolls his eyes, swatting your hand away and shoving the paper back in your direction. “I’m giving you your money’s worth. Do it again.”
This is the first time I’m actually including all the other exo members and let me tell you that was probably harder than weaving this story together for the past two weeks ;; It’s the first summer story of the season so I hope you guys like it! And I probably will never let something get this long as a one shot ever again.
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(Every roadtrip has a destination.)
There’s something about driving that’s comforting. Peaceful. A sense of tranquility with the sun arched in the blue sky and occasionally hiding behind puffy clouds. The endless highway that stretches for miles, road signs surfacing on the roadside every couple yards, but you don’t pay attention to those.
You don’t have a destination.
You’re just……going. Putting as much distance between you and the chaos at home. The rapid changes happening that had you stumbling for a way out. An exit. Some space where you can sit and just figure things out.
Alone. Almost. You’d picked up a passenger right before rolling out of your driveway, and he had been anything but invited.
“We need a plan.” says the boy beside you. “A map. A place to stop at if anything goes wrong.”
You grit your teeth, the peace from before quickly leaving your veins.
Bias-wrecker: Kim Jongdae Genre: Horror but funny and/or sexy/smutty? Number: 43 I love all of your EXO and BTS fics <3
lmao you don’t get a drabble my dear you got A WHOLE ENTIRE ONE SHOT <3 brevity is not my strong suit omfg
Title: CavityPrompt: 43: “Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk” (part of the 1K followers drabble game)Pairing: Jongdae x Reader (oc; female)Summary: While trying to forget your ex, a man comes to you and promises that he can help you take the memory away.Genre: Demon!AU; angst; light smutRating: RWarnings: light smut; explicit language; references of violenceWord Count: 3,722
Gin is not your favourite.
If you’re being honest, you don’t really even like gin at all, except for the way it reminds you him. He was the one who got you into it, convinced you that its burn was the right flavor for every emotion, every daydream, and every enticing fantasy. Perhaps, you think, that is why you’re drinking it now instead of your usual whiskey. Forcing your body, your mind, and your tongue to have their last fill of him before you move on completely.
Genre: smut (ofc) Royalty!AU; Western Europe Renaissance Period
Tags: courthouse plotting, arranged mariage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, handjob, slight hand fetish, fingering (m), controlled orgasm (m), virginity loss (kinda?? idk), riding, fear play (very light, you really have to squint), breeding kink, unprotected sex, cheating, creampie, dirty talk, cum eating (there's a surprise with this one hehe)
Raiting: 18+
Word count: 4.5k
Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures when your Kingdom still needs an heir.
credit: @imrouse-art
A/N: This one shot is inspired by this moodboard. Thank you @kjikaila for insipiring me! I had a lot of fun writing this. Especially the fingering 🤪🤪. Like the top in me is happy! haha also maybe listen to this before hand 😏😏-Cat 😸
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“Go arrange the Nuptial Chambers” The old King ordered around at the dozens of maids and valets present as they hurried themselves in and out of the Castle's dining room.
You just had finished supper and the sight of him still covered with sauce and half chewed pieces of food repulsed you. In fact, you almost didn’t eat anything. How could you when this bovine old man was sitting right across from you? And not even the grand hall with the tall ceilings and the tapisseries ornamented with gold and gemstones, not even the extravagant solid gold silverware, not even the delicate and most exquisite jewelry and the finest silks and textiles your were wearing, in short not anything beautiful you could lay your eyes on could take your mind away from the swine seated in front of you, at the end of the long table.
Saying that the King repelled you was an understatement. Why did you have to marry him? Because you were a woman? Because you needed to strengthen your political relationships with the neighboring country in order to not appear weak?
Nonsense.
Why couldn’t you just rule the kingdom your father left you in inheritance on your own? You knew you were very much capable of doing so. You were smart, brave and courageous. But the laws of the country were not prescribed in your favour. And unfortunately you couldn’t change them on your own, not as Queen Regent.
You were the strongest person in this court. And everyone there knew that much. Maybe except for the King himself, but he was just a foreigner. How could he possibly have known? But on time… he too, shall learn.
But it doesn’t matter, you think to yourself as you maintain perfectly courtlike composure and calm, putting etiquette above all else as always.
It doesn’t matter because it’s only a question of time before you can ensure your country appears strong and tenacious. The people will see you as their queen, as their leader. The neighbouring countries will see you either as a powerful ally or a fearsome and serious threat.
Once you will have secured a rightful heir to the throne.
A strong descendant who will have your blood running through their veins… and you won't need this joke of a king anymore. You’ll send this pig where he belongs, to rot in the filthy gutters, as far away from your chambers as possible, preferably six feet under.
“My Queen, you haven’t eaten anything!” The disgusting man stated while finally setting down a gnawed duck leg bone. “You must not miss any meal if you want to bear strong and healthy children that will prove to be suited heirs to the throne. And I demand many of them.” The King laughed out loud, showing mushed up food in his rotten mouth. You wanted to vomit.
“My beloved King” you took the smoothest of voice. “I wish for the marriage to be consummated tonight. I need to retain some flexibility and agility, thus less duck legs and fatty sauce are best” Your statement darkened his gaze and spreaded a lubricious smirk on his stained and greasy lips.
“You are right, my beloved!” he declared loudly, gesturing to the valets to clear the table. “Maid, prepare me a bath! I have sweat profusely under this unnecessary gaudy attire all day”. He said, very gallantly referring to his wedding suit.
Even if the said apparel was made by the most skilled tailor of the kingdom, no fine textile or golden lining could save the ungentlemanliness of this man. Even cladded in the most expensive suit he still looked like an unfit jester, passing himself as a king. And for as long as he was sitting on the throne, your kingdom would look like a circus.
“I will attend myself that the Nuptial Chambers are well suited for the consummation of our union, Your Majesty.'' you said while gently wiping the corners of your mouth.
“Yes! I don’t want these imbeciles disorganizing the room where my beloved Queen and I will conceive a sturdy boy to sit on the throne after me.” He threw a somber gaze at the servants. The mere, but very concrete and chronologically very close, concept of having to have any physical touches with this swine, this joke of a king made you shudder.
You bowed your head respectfully and headed out but before leaving you turned around and let your gaze sweep the army of maids and valets standing still, their heads lowered, waiting to receive orders. These were your people, people you grew up with that served your family, your kingdom, your country. This so-called king was as much of a stranger to them as he was to you.
“You” you designated with a finger one of the valets. The boy around your age lifted his gaze very carefully, fearing to cross your eyes, that was standard protocol for an interaction between a queen and her valet. “Come help me with the preparations.”
The valet fixed his gaze back on his feet at once and rushed to your side.
“My Queen, don’t you want one of the maids to help you with such womanly matters?” the King questioned. Even the simple sound of his voice made you grit your teeth. As you shifted your face to look at him, you took advantage of that time to change your expression to a less miffed and warmer one.
“I think this one is absolutely suitable for the task. He has been here almost since birth.” It’s true the boy entered the castle as your late father was coming back from war past the big plains of Europe into the distant lands of Indochina. He was an orphaned and starved little boy your warlord father found on the rough roads; far beyond the Caucasus mountains. He brought the boy back as a gift to you, his only -and lonely- daughter, to have a friend to play with. The boy was barely even old enough to be able to form words back then but still he was old enough to know his name. Baekhyun. Baekhyun from the country of Silla. A very special gift from your father.
As you got older Baekhyun took his place as your favorite valet. Thz both of you still hold a very special relationship.
“Besides, his hands are as delicate as those of a woman” with that you took the hands of the valet and displayed them to your husband.
“Huh!” he exclaims, almost impressed at such delicacy of the boy's long and slender fingers, his palms are soft as the finest silk, like he never had to do manual labor. “Fine. So be it”.
“Come” you said as you left and walked up your way on the grand staircase of the hall up into the Nuptial Chambers, closely followed by Baekhyun, walking behind and thus diligently respecting the etiquette.
When you pushed in the grand and sculpted doors, three maids were already busy with changing the royal bed with more refined bedding.
“Thank you, I will take care of the rest” you softly said. “Oh! and when the King comes, bring me the elixir I requested from the kitchen” you told one of the maids before dismissing them with a motion of the wrist.
When they were finally gone you dropped your shoulders in relief of being finally in privacy.
“Baekhyun…” you started tracing your hand over the deep burgundy silk sheets. The soft feeling at your fingertips running goosebumps on your arm. “Do you think this bed is fitted for a King?” you turned your gaze to him to which he responded by immediately averting his.
“Most certainly, Your Royal Highness” he responds promptly.
“How would you know if you didn’t even touch it?” you asked, mischief underlining your voice. Baekhyun lifted his eyes once again and carefully approached the bed. He ran his own hands where yours once were, touching the slik for himself.
“The bedding seems appropr-” when he turned to you you pushed him, making him tumble down and laying flat on his back. Baekhyun looked dumbfounded on the bed, looking around like a lost puppy.
With astonishing ease you slipped out of the heavy and puffed out ceremony dress. Being left with your corset and lace underwear only. Baekhyun tried to sit back up but you pressed a firm hand on his thigh.
“No. Stay” you said sternly so he laid back down, obediently.
“Your Grace” he whispered in a short breath when his eyes trailed your body. Even though he had seen it a hundred times, seeing you would always make him miserably excited. It was always fun playing around with him and having your way with him. Afterall, Baekhyun was a gift to you. He was quite literally, your property and your most favourite toy.
You love the way he whimpers when you pull on the waistband of his commoner’s pants. bring them past his knees alongside his underpants. As you expected the naughty little servant boy is already hardening as he knows damn well what's about to come. He is used to serving you. In every way, shape or form.
“Oh!” you exclaim when the lively and swollen appendix springs free infront of your face. “Aren’t we excited?” you say tracing the outline of his cock with a finger running up the shaft and teasing the little slit on top.
Baekhyun wiggles underneath you.
“Your Highness, please” he begs looking back up at you.
“Please what?” you ask, a knowing smile pulling on your cheeks while you tease the swollen head even further. Baekhyun bites his lips and bucks his hips up.
“What if the King comes?” He asks, his eyes dashing between you and the grand door of the bedroom. You chuckle while you firmly wrap your hand around the girthy member, earning a strangled moan from the servant boy.
“So you suggest I should stop?” you ask while jerking his cock between your fingers, firmly gripping it. Baehyun looks up at you but he doesn’t say anything. “Should I?” you ask again your tone becomes cold.
“NO!” he finally breathes out, fisting the sheets between his delicate slender fingers. “Please! Your Highness don’t stop” his breath is short and his cheeks and neck are already taking on a reddish hue, sweat is dripping down the side of temples, dampening the locks of chestnut brown hair. Pleasure and fear is distorting the beautiful features of his face. But soon you stop anyway, going against Baekhyun’s wish.
Baekhyun lets out a disappointed grunt as he feels the pleasure gradually lessen. Your eyes light up with mischief when you spot the glistening pearl of precum at the slit of the swollen tip.
You rip off completely the clothes that were resting past his knees and throw them on the ground, and reserve the same treatment to what the clothes that covered his top half, rendering the obedient servant utterly naked. There was something so empowering to have this man nude as you stared down at him still clothed.
You gently push on Baekhyun’s soft thigh to which he responds by obediently spreading his legs, completely exposing himself to your hungry gaze. You can’t help but to smile thinking that you taught him really well. Even if it’s not the first time he is still as nervous, his heart is beating flush against his ribs and resonating in his ears.
“So, you want me to continue, I take?” you ask as you wrap your hand around his balls and give them a light squeeze, he jumps at the tight feeling around his sensitive area.
“Yes” he huffs “My Queen, please” his voice is needy as he eyes down your hand on him. Your hand leaves his balls and he can’t help but to whine again at the loss of contact. You bring your palm to your mouth to spit in it and soon you return to envelop the base of his shaft. The reaction is immediate. Baekhyun rolls his eyes back and bucks his hips in your hand, desperately seeking some friction. Your hand glides from the base to the head. You rub your palm in slow and teasing circles on his tip to mix your spit with his precum. You glaze your hand all over the very sensitive head.
Baekhyun grits his teeth until overstimulation got him whining and trying to escape your merciless touches. But you continue your torment, only jerking off the tip. Baekhyun has more and more trouble keeping his voice down so you decide to help him by shoving your other hand into his mouth.
He happily welcomes your digits as a way of distracting himself from the dire pleasure that is viciously inflicted on his sensitive cock. He licks around your fingers, sucks on them, plays with them inside his mouth, bobs his head on them. Anything that can take off his mind of the overwhelming teasing of your hand. And soon he’s able to quiet down.
“Good boy” you praise him before you take back your fingers, his eager lips around them produce a lewd popping sound. And you bring your lubricated fingers to his exposed ass, outlining his rim.
Like a well behaved little puppy his legs fly open, knees bent and feet on the mattress nice and spread out, aiding your finger to access and slip inside him smoothly. Slowly you push one finger earning a whimper from the boy. Right after you push in a second one. You look over at him, he’s the most adorable little mess you’ve ever seen, his hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes made watery with overstimulation, his jaw hanging open and his eyebrows knitted in neediness. He’s just so dainty.
As soon as your fingers reach their aim, deep inside him, right onto his sensitive spot, you feel each one of the rings in ass constricting your fingers in a tight grip.
“Hmmm. You’re so tight” you praise him again as you start pumping your fingers in and out; your other hand jerking him off a little faster.
“T-Thank you, Y-Your Highness” he stutters, struggling to keep up with his words he opts for minimalistic sentences.
You quicken your pace again, this time Baekhyun’s back arches on the bed while he takes a sharp breath.
“Does that feel good my sweet boy?” you softly ask, looking fondly at him, as he’s about to come undone at any second.
“Y-yes it does!” he says in a strangled breath. “It feels so good” he pathetically bucks his hips, hoping to thrust inside your fist around his cock and bounce his ass on the two fingers of your other hand, perfectly syncing with your rhythm.
“Do you deserve this, my baby?” you ask, wicked smirk pulling at your lips.
“Nooo” he whines, tears finally spilling out his eyes. “I don’t… I… aaaah… don’t deserve this Your Grace”
“That’s right you don’t” you go even faster, you feel his grip around your finger tighten everytime they hit straight on his prostate and his dick starts to twitch between your fingers.
“I’m only a peasant and you're a queen, Your Royal highness” he moans underneath you, as his eyes roll to the back of his head, bliss painted all over his beautiful and delicate features.
Normally you would let him cum right there. You would have played satisfactorily with your toy. That was all you loved and needed: to make him needy, covered in sweat, tears and cum. Pathetically thrusting in your hand, while his split open and orgasming little hole blink at you, and he makes a fool out of himself blurting out everything and anything just to earn this high from you, just for this permission to have his relief at the end of your royal fingers and at the expense of his pride and dignity.
That was what you liked the most. Breaking your favourite toy just for the pleasure of fixing him back and destroying him again. Slowly chipping at his sanity with every orgasm.
But this time you didn’t. You didn’t let him finish. Because even if you didn’t see the point in informing your servant prior to your little game you figured earlier today, during the wedding ceremony that Baekhyun was going to be the one giving you the heir you so desperately need. Afterall, you are the true and legitimate ruler of this kingdom and you will choose who you conceive a child with. And quite frankly you would much rather your son have the innate grace and delicacy of Baekhyun rather than the abruptness and the balding ugly head of the King.
So it’s decided.
Words can not describe the utter and ultimate feeling of disappointment and frustration that takes over Baekhyun the moment you let go of his cock and pull your fingers out of his needy, twitching and agape hole. Actually words are unnecessary because the feelings are plastered all over his cute red face, his eyes shoot open and he bites down his lips while he whimpers and whines, twitching cock weeping precum and throbbing on his toned stomach.
But the anticipation is short lived because you waste no more time, you slide down your lace underwear to your ankles and kick them off your feet, leaving you in only your corset, hoisting your breasts up on your chest, making them appear fuller.
You straddle Baekhyun and align his sensitive cock with your warm and drenched entrance.
“Your Highness?” Baekhyun hurriedly asks, panic swimming in his brown orbs as he watches you pump his length between your fingers a couple of times. “What are you doin-”
He cuts himself off with a loud and throaty moan, a low grunt that perfectly relates the absolute joy he feels once he’s fully inside of you.
That is a pleasure he has never experienced. The pleasure of feeling you around him, filling you up as you did him so many times. On very rare and special occasions you would use his face and mouth to aid yourself to your peak and he knew this was already much more than any lowly servant like him can ever dream for. So he never even dared to dream to ever be inside of you like this. And the thought alone almost made him burst.
He couldn’t believe how warm you were andhow wet his pityful whimpers and moans made you and how fucking tight. He gritted his teeth, it was taking everything he had left to not spurt out his cum right then and here.
“You’re going to give your Queen an heir” you whisper, lifting your hips up, Baekhyun’s cock slowly being pulled out of you while he moans loudly underneath you.
“Your Royal Highness… Aaaah... I-I can’t” he protested between moans.
“Yes you will” you start moaning too as you increase the speed. You feel Baekhyun’s thighs stiffen underneath you as he sinks his head back into the soft mattress and silk sheets.
“I’m not worthy, Your Grace” he whines, pulling on the sheets, trying his hardest not to let his hands fly to your gorgeous thighs, and stopping your unforgiving rhythm.
“Come on babyboy” you moan out the pet name and Baekhyun’s eyes snap back to yours. He looks completely done for, eyes filled with need. Like every thrust of your hips brings him closer and closer to the end of it all. Like each spike of pleasure turns into agony, the painful pleasure of driving the edge of his release.
“Don’t you wish to be the father of a king?” you say smashing your hips with even more force, the lewd slick and wet noises of your sinful deeds bounce off every wall and seem to be amplified by the high ceilings.
The King?
Baekhyun muffles his own moans with the back of his hand, barely hanging on to the sanity he has left while his half closed eyes dart to the grand door.
“If the King walks in he will have me beheaded” the poor boy moans out, anxiety, anguish and pleasure perfectly blended together in the depths of his warm brown orbs. You start laughing.
“Aren't you willing to die for this pussy?” you start to hang on to your thrusts, slowing down to a painfully slow rhythm. Right then Baekhyun’s eyes snap back to you.
“Yes, Your Highness. I could die for your royal pussy” he huffs, eyebrows furrowed. You smirk with satisfaction upon hearing the servant boy slip out this improper word.
“Then, cum for me” you pick up the pace again, somehow managing to be even more brutal on him, smashing your hips back into his, bouncing his body off the soft and thick mattress. “Fill me up with you cum”. Baekhyun loses it at the sudden change of pace.
“Yes My Queen” he gladly oblige.
“Fill me up and impregnate me with an heir” you say as your legs start to shake, you too, also giving in to the pleasure, making yourself cum using your favourite little toy. Your orgasming cunt viciously squeezing Baekhyun's cock as he finally, finally cums. A remarkable amount of hot cum rushes inside you, Baekhyun’s cock pulsating inside you. While you also come undone, thighs shaking above him and gradually slowing down until the pleasure wears off and you crash on his chest.
“You were great” you praised him after catching your breath for a few seconds, you brushed a strand of sweat soaked hair away from his eyes.
Baekhyun only nodded back to you, he was incapable of using words, he was completely dazed and exhausted. He wasn’t sure he remembered his name right now, let alone etiquette and protocol.
You wanted to praise him some more, remind him of how much of a perfect little angel he was for you and how good he made you feel but you heard a loud voice resonate from the hall.
The King was coming this way.
Your instinct kicking in you pushed Baekhyun off the bed and he rolled underneath it just in time before the doors were violently smashed open in a loud wallop.
“My Queen let us conceive this child” The King rudely declared. His words are tumbled up and slurred. He was visibly drunk. And you were just as visibly annoyed.
Heeling behind him was the maid holding a flask. Your mood lightened up when you wrapped your half naked body in the sheets and walked over to her to take the beverage from her hands. You dismissed the maid who hurried herself out, leaving you alone with the King, it wasn't’ for Baekhyun still hiding underneath the bed.
“So” the King let his heavy and porcine body sink onto the bed beside you as he placed his big hairy hand onto the covers you were still holding to hide yourself. “Let me see what you have underneath this”
But before he ripped the covers away from you stopped him.
“My beloved!” you shouted, “please allow me to offer you this potion I had made especially for you as a wedding gift” The King turned his appaling face to the small flask on the bedside table.
“What is this?” he took the small container in his coarse hands.
“It’s an aphrodisiac made with spices I had imported from Constantinople” a vile and distasteful smirk pulled on his lips. “I heard it’s supposed to multiply pleasure by a hundred” you continued. “It’s to insure my king is utmost satisfied with me even though I have no experience”
That was a lie, all of it. The fluid was only a powerful soporific and you had very much experience. You spent years experimenting with the male body. With Baekhyun you learned your fair share of information on how to make a man cum but it was nothing you wanted the King to benefit from.
Luckily the credulous King doesn’t question any of it and you don’t have to open your mouth a single time to sugar coat the lie before he opens his big vulgar mouth and downs the entire bottle.
Before you can even rejoice on this small victory the King wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and in the same motion rips the covers from your body. You shriek in surprise and jump to the headboard. Your corset is hiding most of your body but you still lay your hand over your unclothed sex, the last thing you want is for this disgusting pig to lay his small beady eyes on your most private parts.
“What do we have here?” The King says as he spots a small wet puddle on the silk bedding. “It appears My Queen has made herself nice and ready for her King” he says, lust making his voice deeper.
Then he crouches down and licks the small puddle, the thick white liquid sticks to his large tongue before it disappears into his mouth and down his throat.
You can't help but to smirk when you see this pig happily gulp down on the still warm cum Baekhyun filled you to the brim with a couple of minutes ago. It somehow feels like vengeance to see this drunk jester relish in it like it was your arousal for him. Like he could ever make you feel like this for him.
“Exactly your majesty nice and ready for you” you chuckle.
Within a few seconds later the King crashes into deep sumbler thanks to the potion and you are able to finally get Baekhyun out of the nuptial chambers without a single witness.
***
Nine months later you gave birth to a son. After hours of painful, difficult and bloody labor the prince finally came into the world.
“I’m going to bathe him, Your Grace” the midwife said.
“No!” you firmly responded. Even if you were tired and out of breath you still inspired respect and authority and the midwife stopped dead in her tracks. “Let me see his hands first”
To everybody else that was an odd request but the midwife, although confused, still obliged. When she gathered the small princely arms in her hand and showed the little hands on the newborn you couldn't contain your smile.
The prince had beautiful hands, long fingers and, you could already tell, a very delicate touch.
“The hands of his father” you whispered to yourself, looking with adoration at the child.
A/N: there you go guys!!! How did you like it???? I know it was scandalous but honestly so so so fun to writeee!!! Please send me an ask and tell me what you thought! Im so eager to know and i promise im nice ^^. -Cat
you always spend friday nights at junmyeon’s, ordering food in and doing simply whatever. this particular night takes quite an interesting turn that leaves you breathless underneath him.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
genre: college au! just some good ol’ smut <3
wordcount: 1.9k
warnings: strong language, talk about sex in general, lowkey pining, slight dry humping, oral (f. and m. receiving), slight hair pulling, junmyeon being a little teasing shit (and having the tables turned on him hehe) + general banter lol
author’s note: i love talking with @exosalt about jun it’s so fun <3 this was a dream i had as i was falling asleep a few nights ago and naturally i had to turn it into a little fic (:
also stay tuned for an announcement soon (;
hi! here is my series version (oneshot version) of my fic recs from my personal favs! thank you again to all these writers, all credit goes to them and their creative minds. make sure to check out their pages and other fics that they have in their masterlists. dont forget to support them through reblogs! (also, there are a lot that contain mature themes so 18+ minors dni)
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