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Some days blue, some days grey, the mountains roll in the distance. Even when you get as far as farm country they lie farther still. Silent and never changing - a mystery that lends solace.
Between them and here lies all you’ve seen in the world, but from the home where you grew up surrounded by golden fields and wind rushing through corn stalks to where you now live, on a very quiet edge of a very small town, it doesn’t seem so bad. In fact, with a little more than a modest salary you could save some each month and visit one of those big cities the ladies at the cafe are always talking about with so much shock and fascination…but it’ll keep.
If anything, what you would consider these days is a tour based on temperature; anywhere where it’s not scorching before the clock has struck eleven.
Scorching.
Scorching…
“Rats..!”
Sticking the pin in the paper haphazardly you run down from upstairs to the kitchen, knowing you’ll be met by smoke billowing out from the oven - but you’re not. Saying a prayer of please, please, please, you grab a mitten, open the oven and pull out the cobbler.
“Thank god..!”, you sigh, relieved to see you haven’t ruined the afternoon goodies you’ve promised Ms. Ethel to bring round before work.
Peering into the oven you see the culprit, a classic: edibles from a previous use turning into charcoal.
“All in a day’s work”, you mumble to yourself, scraping the burnt piece away.
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“Oh, you hadn’t forgotten about me”, Ms. Ethel chirps as soon as she opens the door.
“It’s not that late, is it?”
“Not for an old hen like me, but you ought to be on your way already. Or are you taking the day off?”
“The week’s just started, Ms. Ethel, I don’t need to rest just yet”, you smile at her on your way to the kitchen. “I’ll be on time. Either way, Ida has a key as well and I don’t suspect they’ll be breaking down the door on a Tuesday. Now, what do you think? Presentable?"
“I think the ladies will be fighting over it. I’m fighting myself right now”, she laughs, smacking her lips.
“Go on, have a bite. It’s best fresh outta the oven.”
“And serve a cobbler with a gaping hole in it? Oh, the jokes would never end, sweet girl.”
“Come now, Ms. Ethel. You don’t serve it whole. Cut it into pieces before they come and they’ll never know the difference.”
“M-hm… Well, the cook knows best… I still have some coffee in the pot, it’ll go fine with a bit of sweet.”
“Go sit down, I’ll bring it.”
Having survived her husband of fifty-three years, Ms. Ethel is going on her seventh year alone. She says she isn’t lonely, and you reckon she mostly isn’t because she keeps herself busy with a visit here, a trip there all throughout her weeks, but nonetheless spending every morning with someone for fifty years is a habit you don’t wean off easily and that’s why you try to stop at hers a few days a week, to make sure. Suppose it is also for your own benefit. With your folks out on the countryside she’s become like a relative of sorts and being around her, doing little chores to alleviate her burden, is comforting.
Sometimes - like right now - seeing her sitting by the window, half smiling with curlers in her hair, she’s so cute it breaks your heart. You don’t know why exactly. It just does. But coffee and cake won’t wait for no one, so you snap out of it and join her in the living room.
“Here you go. Give me your most- second most honest opinion.”
“You never disappoint. If these hands of mine were still working proper I’d tell the ladies I was the baker.”
Lifting her spoon in cheers, she winks before eating it, and since it’s rude to wait for an evaluation you look out the window. Her view is almost the exact same as from your own, barring the houses farther down the street being visible here. You could tell the day was heating up fast on your way over, and the cat resting under the neighbour's tree tells the same story. A car breaks first the silence then your view; your heart skips. Shielded by the angle and speed, the frame is gone in the blink of an eye, but that's all you need - the tan arm, checkered shirt rolled up, holding the steering wheel of that red truck, is his.
“Mm!”, Ms. Ethel exclaims, bringing you back. “Sweet and deep just like I like it!”
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You’re a capable woman. A business owner - albeit small - making and mending clothes, paying rent on time, handling salary and meetings with your accountant by yourself. Even got your own house and home. But one hint of him and you turn silly. Knowing Baekhyun’s in town rattles your brain and instead of solely focusing on the job at hand you’re preoccupied with thoughts of how to see him. Should you head over to Joe’s pretending to need some electrical advice and hope Baekhyun’s stopped in to buy some new tools? Or the grocery store? The diner? You don’t want to be too obvious and get the folks talking - so maybe it’s best to stay put? Look as if you’re only minding your own and hope he’ll stop by and say hello. But what if he doesn’t? If you occupy yourself with something in the front part of the store, say fixing the mannequins or do a bit of sweeping you might see him across the road. Of course, one waves in such a situation - and of course, he’d be encouraged to come over…
This ridiculous merry-go-round occurs every time he's in town. Only a few times have you missed each other, be it because you were tending to a customer while he was loading up his truck or you stepping out just before he came in looking to buy a set of assorted buttons you know he didn't need.
Oh, but why is he such a fool? There have been times you know he’s on the verge of taking a step towards confessing, but being interrupted or simply not quite finding the courage he’d held his tongue. He’d smile and chuckle, squeeze the fedora in his hands before saying goodbye with a hint of sadness.
And while neither of you said anything it could be weeks before you saw each other again and sometimes you'd imagine that next time he wouldn't be alone. How uncomfortably the pit in your stomach sits when you think he might’ve been set up with a “nice girl” from there and you’ll find out about it on a regular day like this. Like the day the little bell over the door chimed, announcing his entry - accompanied by a woman you didn't recognise. He must have seen it then. How your stomach churned, making you too sick to even greet her with a smile. You knew it was all over, too late, on account of your own cowardice. And he must have seen how vigour was breathed back in your body when he explained how the woman had merely asked for directions; a visitor driving through town finding herself in need of a seamstress due to an unfortunate rip of her trouser leg.
Sometimes you acknowledge that driving the matter forward can't fall solely on him. After all, everything you've gained since you were seventeen has been by your own efforts and decisions. You've lived precisely as you've wanted to - with courage. So why is this so difficult..? If it were to end up a fiasco you'd barely see him anyway, right?
Right!
But if it did end up a fiasco you'd still be wretchedly in love with him. Not giving him a chance to say yes also means he can't say no.
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You saw him way across the street but of course put on a smaller act of coming out to give your little café set in front a wipe with a cloth - just in case.
"Hiya, Byun..! How's that crop 'o yours surviving..!", Humphrey, owner of a small shop for tinkers to the far left of you, jovially shouts.
"They're hanging in there, Mr. Thomas..!", Baekhyun calls back to him. When his head is turned a thin veil of sweat on the back of his neck glistens in the sun, carrying down the way under his shirt collar. Sympathizing with his situation of doing manual labour in this heat, you think how uncomfortably warm it must be under both flannel and undershirt. Before you're aware, the thought that he must have that film of sweat over his shoulders and chest comes into your mind. If his skin was touching yours…
"I'm sure your fabrics are doing fine as ever in spite of the sun?"
"Oh… yes. I guess I picked a good product", you smile, certain a flush is branding your cheeks, that he knows what you were thinking just now.
"You have a long drive home, let me get you something to drink. Sit."
Going to the back of the store to fetch a bottle you take a quick look in the mirror and can determine your facial colour hasn't undergone any dramatic change. Thank you.
On your way back you stop for a second, mesmerized by the way Baekhyun wafts his hat in hope of some alleviation. The awning has gotten him away from direct sunlight but the heat is so pressing it's only a marginal change. He looks up from his seat when he hears the click and fizzle, and humbly accepts the bottle of Nehi soda. Gulping half of it down in one go he exhales loudly, the way all of us do after drinking carbonated drinks and tips the bottle in your direction.
“You're a lifesaver.”
“It's just a soda on a hot summer's day… So, are they? Your crop hanging in there alright?”
When it comes to Baekhyun, you're terrible at smalltalk, but luckily he doesn't seem to notice or leastways not mind.
“I’m not in any peril just yet. I upgraded my irrigation system last season. Cost me a penny, but it's been worth it. You know how-” Stopping, he chuckles and knits his brows. “I'm sure this isn't the least interesting for you.”
“No… But it's all French to me…”
“Well, then, how's your folks doing? I think it's been a while since I saw their car passing out there. They move?”
“They're still out there. But my father took a tumble, so they've been staying in. On account of his leg.”
“Oh, that doesn't sound too good. Has he been to the doctor's?”
“Mm. It's broken. I'm going over on Friday to stay the weekend, do some work around there. If the buses start going again, that is…”
“I can give you a lift.”
And just like that, an opportunity like no other opened up.
“I’m sure you’re busy, I wouldn’t like to put you–”
“I always have time for you.”
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To say your mind has been preoccupied elsewhere this Friday is an understatement. At times it seemed like time wasn't moving quickly enough. Other times it was moving too fast, no doubt a result of nerves. It was a tiny, white lie you told Ida about having tons to do before you depart and therefore would be locking up early, but she didn't mind either way - an extra few hours of weekend is nothing to complain about.
The tons you had to do was to give in to vanity; change into a fresh dress, dab some powder on your face. The lipstick stayed in the drawer - you don't want to be too obvious. And not fully admitting it even to yourself, if Baekhyun sees you put some effort into it he might not wish to smud- anyway, your folks would wonder about the pageantry.
You can’t help wondering if he really was planning on coming up here or if he made it up. Of course he didn’t make it up; driving all that way just for you? Maybe he would. He said he always has time for you.
“I always have time for you…"
Such butterflies go through your body when you think back on how he said it, so matter-of-factly, and you promise yourself that, if he doesn’t take the first step today, as the sun is your witness, you will.
You were ready forty minutes ahead of time and after sitting on the hallway chair for ten minutes you got so restless that you decided to step over to Ms. Ethel's. It was actually a good thing since she'd just done the laundry and hanging it to dry gave you something to do as well as it unburdened her.
You've learned to recognise the sound of his engine after all this time so he doesn't have to come into view for you to know.
"That will be your lift then?", Ms. Ethel asks when she sees your reaction.
"Seems it is. You're alright, nothing else you need? Trash to take out?"
"Go on, I'll make due. Say why isn't Mr. Byun married yet? A fine gentleman like him ought to have a wife, don't you think?" She's not blind. Her eyes twinkle when she opens the door and continues "Mm. And a fine woman like you should have a husband…"
You want to confirm what she already knows, share your secret, but now is not the time so you simply swat your hand smile.
"I'll see you Monday, Ms. Ethel.”
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If smalltalk is one of your weaker points, then smalltalk around a subject is weaker still. All throughout the hour-long drive you spoke about this and that. Mostly memories from when you were growing up, the difficulties of Baekhyun having a different background than most, why you left, why he stayed and so on, but in the back of your head you tried to find an “in”, as they say. Some way to get talking about the two of you, but whichever line you had seemed contrived, and plainly put: you were too scared. But when he offered to lend your parents a book about irrigation and new gadgets, you jumped at the chance, deciding that following him in under the guise of wanting to have a look at the old place, would create the perfect moment to tell him. Away from the road and him having to concentrate on driving was best anyway.
You take a few steps before realizing it's raining. Calling it rain is almost an overstatement. It's what you refer to as god's flower mister; rain so fine it feels like someone is using a giant sprayer from up above.
Baekhyun leaves the door open so you walk in, curious to see if it's stayed the same. It mostly has. Maybe a new kitchen table or sofa, you don't remember that well. It's only a minute until he's back with the book and it's too soon. You can't even find anything unnecessary to say, some remark about the place.
“Do you want to have a look around?” He's awkward and fidgety. He's thinking the same thing as you are. “It's all the same, but…”
You're on the verge of doing it. Right there, with a lump in your throat. He must know what you're thinking.
“Oh, okay. Well, then I think I know it already.”
You turn around and grab the doorknob, your lungs tight and pulling. Say it. Say it, say it, tell him! You know you can't do it. A coward.
It's over…
"Wait."
Baekhyun's hand goes to the door. Tentativeness like never before is painted on his face. You dare not move and ruin the delicate momentum. Sliding from the door to the knob, he takes your hand, holding it with the utmost tenderness…then bends forward and presses his mouth onto yours. A whirr goes round your head. His lips are so soft. Moving back he considers your expression then leans forward again, sighing out his relief just before your lips touch. Parting yours, you let your tongue slide onto, under his, feeling his hands gently close around your waist. This elation might not be emotional - if you were to look down you might see your feet hovering an inch off the floor, so wholly does the weight off your shoulders and happiness in your heart feel.
During a moment's breath, Baekhyun glances at the stairs - a Freudian slip of the eye or a question? Either way you do the same then allow him to take your hand and lead you upstairs.
It's just a short walk but nervousness, giddiness, impatience all fit in there.
The room doesn't look like you remember it from growing up, when it belonged to his folks, but neither does it seem like he's taken an earnest interest in the decor, not minding a frill on the curtains or flower pattern on the bedlinen.
It's really happening.
Amidst the softness of his lips you can't help noticing the fumbling of his hands against your neckline.
"I'm a klutz", he laughs shyly, leaving the dress buttons to you.
All of a sudden you become vulnerable. While getting undressed in the course of kissing follows a natural flow, taking your own clothes off with eyes wide open leaves you exposed and becomes somewhat of a revealing of your body. But you gather Baekhyun feels the same way, slightly turning as he does, to put his own garments on a chair. When the undershirt pulls up along his back you can't help pausing; his lean muscles are a testament to years of physical labour and carry on over his shoulders, arms and his torso. In front of you he's turned from the sweet man to infinitely alluring.
Oh…
You're glad that he's the one to remove your bra. After he's pushed the straps from your shoulders you let it fall to the rug beneath and his fingers whisper over your back; biding his time, perhaps waiting for courage.
Then, you feel the touch of his palm as he puts it to your breast, as lightly as if you were made of glass, but daring to put some pressure on it once your lips meet again. Taking a few steps forward he carefully steers you to the bed where he pulls the covers aside for you to get in.
The hairs on his legs against yours with none, the press of his stomach on yours. Him. Stroking hair from your brow, he studies your face with warmth then smiles.
"I guess you've known for some time that I love you."
You take a deep breath, trembling because finally, it's been said. You nod, pull his head closer.
Under your fingers you feel the muscles on his back contract and relax with his small movements. By his fingers the hem of your underwear slips down to be taken off completely when you raise your hips. When he latches his thumbs under his own you're shy to look, as if being attracted to that part of him is shameful, but you are. He's hard, swaying, when he lies back down. Further opening your legs, he guides himself to your entrance amidst showering you with his lush lips; a hint of salt and imagined earth.
On your slick coating he slides the head in with ease, distributing buzzes and whirls as moves.
"Uh……." His soft sigh over your face is a treasure. Pushing further in each time until completely lodged he whispers "Tell me if I'm going too fast."
His elbows frame you in and props him up, leaving only his stomach against yours as he softly claps with his groin.
Allowing you to sneak through with your arms you put your hands on the small of his back, feeling the billowing from below.
Pushing your leg up, he thrusts faster, resting his head on your shoulder so that his hair tickles your cheek. The gentle hums and moans are replaced by heavy exhales and short groans while he's coming closer to climaxing. Your insides swirl and twinkle. The evening hour doesn't matter - in this heat, sweat accumulates between your rocking bodies and mixes with the damp smell of a weathered house.
Panting hard, the quiver in his voice giving it all away, the clapping eventually turns irregular and unbridled, ending with his orgasm.
His heartbeat is on fire - yours is too - and the heat feels strong enough to burn your chest, but even with the desperation for oxygen, his weight on top of you is a rapture unmatched.
Looking at his hands intertwined with yours you're struck by how well he's managed to keep them decently gentlemanlike in spite of his work. He's been perfectly still for some time now. Since he managed the mammoth task of moving his body to lay behind you. Just as you start listening for sounds of snoozing his nose feathers across your back, then he kisses the same place and unclasps his hands. Propping himself on the elbow, he puts his head against your arm and moves his hand over your stomach.
"Do you think you'd like it if I…"
You feel silly not understanding what he means, especially if he's embarrassed to say the words, but you can't do anything other than wait for him. He huffs, bites his bottom lip and rolls you onto your back.
"If I…touched you…" Seeing the perplexion in your face he quickly wants to reassure you "We don't have to, it's okay. If you don't like-"
"No, it's not…" Truth is, in your limited experience with men, none of them ever did or asked to do something like it, so you don't know what it would be like if someone else did it. But you feel like you want him to. "I, um…"
The words wedge in your throat, but he understands you perfectly by the touch on his arm. Placing a dollop of saliva on two fingers, he lets them disappear under the sheet.
"Ah-h…"
You can't help catching your breath when you feel his fingertips run softly over your clit. Slowly lowering his face, he envelops your lips with his, pushing them in sync with his delicate movements. Up and down he caresses, then gathers some more liquid from below and rubs his fingers quickly from side to side.
Turning into the pillow, Baekhyun's face hovers over your side with anticipation so strong it's felt in his breath against your cheek. The whirr intensifies, coming up to the surface, your backside and thighs go tense, you press your hand on mattress, open your mouth…and just then the dam bursts, spilling over electric magic between your legs, inside you, while you shake and try to smother your whines.
Baekhyun groans mutedly and repeatedly places kisses on the side of your face as he draws big circles with the new fluids.
You find him sitting on the patio, watching the sun between clouds in pinks and lilacs. There's not a sound except the grasshoppers so you almost don't want to go out for fear of disturbing this picture. The patio flooring is damp under your feet and only a tiny squeak here and there is heard, save from the swish of the blanket you've wrapped yourself in. Looking your way, he takes a deep breath and opens his arms for you.
“Hi there.”
“Can I ask you…”, you say, playing with his hair. “Why did you look so sad right before you kissed me? Surely you already knew?”
“But I didn't know. I thought. Suspected. So I thought, if I'm wrong and you turn me away, this might be the last time I see you.”
“But you're happy now. Right?”
“Mm. All I want is you and me.”
Looking at the sun you can tell what time it is, so you sigh.
“I think we have to get going…”
Finding his way under the blanket, his hands gently caress your waist, breast. Cupping your face, he presses his lips onto yours.
Warnings: SMUT 🔞, blowjob, general fucking, slight fetisch
Pairing: Natural Sub Baekhyun x F. Reader
WC: 1,4k
NOTE: Story 2 of Theme BAMBI (yes, a day late). The fetisch isn't anything real freaky. My thinking is they haven't been dating for too long.
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Pressing your pillow into a ball, you savour the pre-dawn stillness with its cool air kissed by the moisture of summer rain. If you didn't hear the drops against the trees you'd hardly know it was raining at all, so masked it falls from the light grey sky into the blue filter of morning.
Today, there's no need to fret; gone are the days which have you thinking "just one hour more", leastways for another two weeks. Should you get up? Be that person who catches the day starting with a strong cup and digging in the garden before sun-up? Should you go back to sleep, comforted by knowing you've got plenty of time and no one to judge you? Or maybe you could-
You prick up your ears. That car you heard far off is closer - much closer. In fact, it's grinding the gravel on your driveway…
You get up to see if they figure it out themselves or need directions (the Lindegaard's house is obscured by vegetation but not far from yours - guests are always trying to go there), but peering out you're taken aback. You look closer, make sure. It is him. Why is he just sitting there?
Whatever he's up to, it's cute, and stepping into some slippers and putting on your macintosh, a flurry of butterflies is released inside your body. Just as you open the front door you see the car backing out; perplexed, you hold up your arm in somewhat of a wave and it comes to a halt.
He looks caught out, but rolls down the window when you get close.
"I thought that was you."
He smiles awkwardly, fidgets with the steering wheel. He's embarrassed.
"I couldn't sleep. I went for a drive and…ended up here, I guess."
"You guess? Were you leaving just now?"
"I know it's not cool to just show up, that's why I was going."
"Without saying hello?"
He laughs, obviously more relaxed.
You're so precious, I can't take it.
"You don't wanna come in?"
His mouth pulls to the side, his eyes zigzag.
"Yeah."
The silence isn't awkward.
This early in the morning silence could never be awkward.
Skipping artificial small talk comes naturally, as if the honesty so prevalent during night still lingers in your house and walking straight to the bedroom - him following without a word - is only the truth.
When you sit on the bed you're comfortable. Baekhyun, he's…hesitant.
"Are you okay? Nothing's the matter?"
"No, I’m okay." Licking his lips, he bites at them, smiles shyly, and looks down, as if he's got something on his mind. "I'm okay. Just…"
You can't help smiling at his timidity, caress the hair behind his ear.
He breathes out quickly, in place of laughing, and throws a glance at you. When you sink to the floor and put your hands on his thighs he undoes the button and zipper of his trousers, then raises himself up so you can wiggle them to his ankles. You only have to look him in the eye for him to breathe deeper, trying to keep calm amidst the suspense. For all his mannerism there is nothing coy about the way he presents; resting against his white shirt in a pink hue, his hardened cock doesn't apologize.
Kissing along his inner thighs makes him hold his breath. When you put your mouth to his balls he stutters, trying to maintain his composure.
Putting his length to your lips, you slide down halfway, slowly sucking at the head as you come back up.
"Uh-h…"
His stomach fills with air from his breath - the deeper you take him the bigger the inhale.
"Don't let me make you come-"
"Ahh, you will…", he mumbles when you press your thumb under his balls, but doesn't stop you from swallowing him again. "Ahh…"
Thick and juicy, with a continuous stream of pre-cum, Baekhyun's cock is a grown-up's candy; sweet, addictive. The fact that he doesn't realise what he's got makes him even more attractive. The fact that he doesn't seek to dictate the terms. He's grateful for the opportunity of having himself inside your mouth, for feeling the pressure of your lips around him. With the rubbing of your thumb he's forced to loosen his restraint, crumple the covers in his hand, moan dazily.
"You're gonna…"
Even though you're the one who wanted the warning it's not easy letting him out of your mouth.
Taking off his shirt, Baekhyun moves further up on the bed with his cock twitching from eagerness and feverish eyes, waiting for you to join him.
His lips are plush. It's nice to just kiss for a while; make out. His fingertips are smooth as they make their way from your back to your waist. Softly bucking upward, he lets his length press between your legs. Moving your underwear to the side you push back, down - he stutters, but takes a firmer grip around you and raises up. On your fluids he slides in easily, excites your entrance, fills you up.
Moving his hands to your cheeks, he holds - parting them slightly - and slowly rounds his cock into you. Even though his kisses are full, his attention is divided; moving his hands to feel the fabric against his knuckles, trying to sneak a peek, he shyly admits:
"I like when you have them on…"
"Naughty boy…"
He almost shivers, laughs, then presses his lips hard against yours - a way to escape the embarrassment.
Even though being called out seems to tickle him, you're not sure how much he'd be comfortable with so when you sit up to let him indulge in the view, you close your eyes, turn to your own enjoyment.
Dipping and raising slowly to make sure he gets an eyeful means you get the sensory effect of the most delicate teasing as his length confidently squeezes as deep as it can.
Dropping your head, bouncing a little faster gets Baekhyun trying to control his breathing, but he fails in keeping his muted moans in check while you feel the tips of his fingers pressing on your thighs.
You don't want him to come just yet so slowing down, circling, you lean forward again and kiss him. With a hum vibrating on your lips he places his hand on your cheeks again and starts clapping, keeping the thrusts short but still soft. He breaks the kiss to breathe. To just feel. His head presses back in the pillow, his eyes drowsily close.
"Ah……."
The way he moves lets you balance on the line of climbing; just shy of it, you're able to enjoy where you are and not chase an orgasm.
Reaching up, he kisses you twice - shallow and juicy - and looks at you with such innocence, panting while whispering his request.
"I wanna come in you…"
His girth pressing your walls aside gets in the way of words; a moan is enough. His eyes light up, chest heaving.
"Yeah?" He takes an even firmer hold of your cheeks and thrusts harder. "Oh-hh……..chh…….."
Filling his lungs, letting his mouth drop, his jaw quivers,
"Now…I'm-hhh, ah!...mh!", pressing you down, he grinds, billows, flexes that jaw. Unlike his previously timid nature he lets out a long grunt and pushes himself deep, making sure every drop ends up inside you. "Aah……aagh, aagh……."
Letting his body relax, he slumps down on the pillow, brushing away the hair from his dampened forehead, blinking into the ceiling. Just when you wonder if the shy boy has vanished you catch him stealing a glance of what he likes; the way your underwear are shifted to the side and his still rigid cock buried inside. He breaks into the sweetest smile when he realizes you've seen, then pulls you to lay on his chest - yelps when it causes overstimulation - and puts his arms around you.
The cool air eventually feels cold on your back so you pull the sheet up. Cosying up further, purring contentedly, Baekhyun speaks quietly like the morning:
"Did I wake you up when I came?"
"Um, no, not really. I was between sleeps, or deciding if I should go back to sleep."
Warnings: SMUT 🔞, fucking, anal, on the angry and dominant side, some might experience a bit of angst (not terribly much).
Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader
WC: 1,1k
NOTE: First of Theme BAMBI. I hadn't planned for the first one to be a rougher sort, but the other short is not my most typical style, and taking word count and mode into consideration it ended up like this.
Anyway! I hope you like it - the good Lord knows you've waited long enough.
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It's ridiculous.
No, he is ridiculous.
Fights with Baekhyun are few and far between, but sometimes they do happen.
Going over it like a merry-go-round, grinding the irritation, frustration, into your head until you decide to let it go. "Eh, what do I care? If he wants to be the idiot… I don't have to spend my time on it. It'll get sorted soon enough…"
Putting your keys in the little porcelain dish on the hallway counter, this isn't remotely how you'd imagined ending the night - in a home dark and quiet save for the drumming of the rain.
As you run out of things to do your thoughts start creeping back thataway and as the clock keeps going you're subconsciously tallying up the time he lets go by without contacting you, without apologizing.
Now you are ridiculous.
Finding any excuse to look at your phone, pretending to be checking the time, you're secretly disappointed when there's no text from him even though you specifically told him not to; even though you know a single word from him would have incensed you.
The problem with sharing an apartment versus having someone move in is you can't forbid them from coming there. Can't make time for soothing your mind and constructive thinking before seeing him again; it's all willy-nilly, come as it may. And when it does today, you get a knot in your stomach. You don't, you do, want him to come. Regret. Anger.
Here, in the night, his motorcycle approaching is easy to hear. Isn't it curious how, now that you're fighting, the sound of his bike infuriates you? It's barely that you can make anything out through the rain curtain on the window, but the figure down there is him alright, his grey hair soaked in return for not wearing a helmet.
Idiot…
A short acknowledgement that someone entered is all he gets when you pass the hallway, noting that the leather jacket he dumps on the chair is full of water beads. Riding in rain is hellish and by the expression on his face it hasn't exactly eased his tension. He says nothing - you say nothing. Stalemate.
Whatever pinch of regret you had when he wasn't there gets pushed aside by cold rage when he is, so when you see his back in the doorway to the bedroom - his realization that he's been expelled to the guestroom - you're filled with a perverted sense of satisfaction, yet note the rancid kickback of him walking by without so much as a glance.
The fight will be over soon enough, but it's nonetheless awkward sharing space. Intently listening to hear his door close before going up to brush your teeth, hoping he won't be waiting outside when you're done, whether he's there to resume arguing or actually wants to go in there. Ultimately the second scenario is the worst. Arguing is "easy"; you know your mind and stick to your guns. But having someone you're in love with not try for contact inspires cracks in your cold foundation.
Tippy-toe is a straining emotional position to be in.
Eventually retiring to the bedroom it feels like you're going into a safe cocoon. Like you've managed to zigzag through dangerous turf, come out unscathed and can rest easy - but down the door handle goes and in he walks.
Bunched up in his arms are the bedlinen he took with him not long ago and when he drops them on his side of the bed you know he ain't leaving. Really?
"Baekhyun, you're out of your damn mind if you think you're sleeping in here…"
Walking along the foot of the bed, he disappears in the corner of your eye since you refuse to give him the attention of turning - but what you won't give, Baekhyun will apparently get.
A sudden cold and rustling of covers; a dip of the mattress behind. At first you're too something to say anything, only irritably move to pull the cover back, but he grabs your wrist, tightly. Putting his head to the side of yours, his still damp hair falls on your ear, his deceptively calm breath barely audible. The wish to be had drowns whatever notion of pride or anger you've felt up till now - you ease the tension and when he roughly yanks your underwear down, he can't do it quickly enough, can't pull them from your feet quickly enough. As if he's never been gentle, his arm locks around your throat while the other forces your backside towards him; spitting in his hand, searching for your entrance, you can tell he's keyed up differently than normal.
The spit does little for the friction, but it feels good, feels like he won't wait like a good boy. A firm grip on your side, an unfettered snap.
"Uhm!"
You choke, clutching his arm. Can't wait for him to do it again.
"Mhh!"
His thrusts are hard, as if he gathers all his energy before slamming his cock in. Over and over, grunting, sucking air through his teeth.
A mix of arousal and desire to physically portray his frustration drives his pace up; his jackhammering forcing you to press your palm to the mattress to prevent you from going forward and missing the severity of his thrusts, his flesh pounding against yours.
He takes a deep breath and you feel his chest trembling against your back when he exhales.
Slowing down, he turns your head by the chin and presses mouth and tongue onto yours then delivers another punishing snap. It turns him on when you yelp into his mouth. His excessive need for dominance turns you on too. His kissing grows deeper, his breath huskier, while he keeps at it.
Sliding your hand to your ass you spread your cheeks - Baekhyun looks down, pulls out, and with his jaw hanging, pushes his stiff cock against your anal, stretching it to open for him.
Holding onto your thigh, he slowly rounds his hips against you, moaning at this base show of dominance: fucking you who turned him away, in the ass.
Bringing his hand up to lock your waist in place, he emits the lewdest sounds to match the enthralling pleasure of bouncing against your cheeks.
His cock sliding in-and-out, his hold around your throat, his grunt, whine, breath - him. Fuck.
"Uh-hh……shhh…..uhh, uhh……..a-hh…." A deep breath, then he smacks faster, tighter…….groans, while erratically rolling against your cheeks, emptying himself inside.
He lets go of your waist to drape his arm around you and exhales hotly against your back. A soft grunt and he slips out, closely followed by his cum as he kisses your shoulder blade. After a few moments in silence he slowly shakes his head with a sigh:
Warnings: see note below, also SMUT 🔞, but I won't spoil. (No red siren).
Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader
NOTE: This is the least halloweeny piece I've ever done. In fact, there is Nothing. I was going to - DID - but whichever way I turned it I couldn't get it to match with the smut, and I really like that part in this. So I decided to skip, instead of dragging the smut stock down.
WC: 1,2k
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Looking up at the ceiling (the diffuse part of it you can make out), you think how funny things sometimes turn out. That side is still warm so he hasn't been gone for ages, but nevertheless the whole time you've been awake. What was it he said?
"I can't wait."
"Can't wait..? For this to be ov-"
"For you."
He was something indeed, just like the colleagues who knew him or of him had said - although you got the strong impression they didn't mean it as a compliment and there was more than a grain of envy in their voices while saying it.
Either way, they way he had said that, "for you" didn't sound sleazy. Maybe because he didn't finish the sentence? Either way, you found - find - him to be quite sensual.
"But where the hell is he…", you whisper, pushing the sheets to the side and walk out into the living room. It's almost as dark here, but the big window lets in more light from the street below so you make your way around quite easily. Walking a few steps towards the bathroom you definitely hear his voice from in there, so you gather he just stepped away to take a call so he wouldn't wake you up. Nothing to do but wait.
Gazing out the window is not an excuse, just something to do while you wait. But seeing as you are looking out the window you might as well lean a little, arch a bit, twist your knees a pinch.
When he finally comes out he doesn't immediately spot you; you can tell by the pause in his steps that he's seen you just now and is walking back behind the sofa.
The flutter of waiting for him to come close is divine, not knowing which millisecond he'll reach out. His hands start at your waist, moving upwards to your breasts then down again.
"What are you doing up…", he asks seductively, kissing you on the shoulder, already looking for your entrance.
"Enjoying the-mhh....the view."
As soon as he starts, he starts. And when you're built like him, why pace and wait? You couldn't believe how he stayed up last time, but somehow he did, and he's already making your bodies clap, digging his fingers in a little deeper.
You've been with feral men before - you've been feral. But whatever this is, it's different. A vicious need reverberating inside your body; taking Baekhyun's energy, him taking yours. He cannot smack hard enough, can't go deep enough, grip and claw savagely enough, yet everything he does is teetering on being too hard, deep and savage.
The window pane bangs and shutters when you put your hand up, but the marble sill stays quiet when it meets your foot. No questions asked he grabs the underside of your thigh, moaning to welcome the open access and rams straight up to electrify your core with the pressing of his tight balls as the icing on the cake.
God, why do you hope everyone down there can see you? Hope all those apartments with turned down lights hide people, looking from the shadows?
Growling, he puts his knee on the sill as well, letting it rest just under your thigh, snapping himself into you, crushing your ribcage, burying his face in your neck.
"U-hh……….u-hh……….u-hh………uh, you're draining me…." Biting your neck, he groans and slaps your clit. "Turn around……a-hh………chh…turn around…"
"I can't."
It's his wish, but he nonetheless pulls out with great reluctance, gripping your thigh hard, running his hand to rest, stroke, between your legs, snapping one, two, final times.
Hoisting you up on the ledge, putting one of his arms in the crook of your knee he leans forward, maybe for you to feel the pressure. Of course it's not comfortable, but that is part of the allure, especially with Baekhyun. The pure, wanton, vulgar.
"Can you take me like this?"
"I'll take you anyway you want me to."
Groaning with delight, he envelops his mouth over your lips, sliding his tongue over yours, moaning while steering himself right. After aligning, he slowly presses in, making you shiver with thrill. The cold window gives you a jolt - and well-needed cool down. Then he steadies himself with his other arm under your knee and starts. Rolling without a glitch, he goes from fast to faster, the faint lights from below illuminating his damp body and wet forehead. And, even though shadowed, his length is mouthwatering as it - covered in slick shine and veins - slides in-and-out, pressing to the shaft. The position is taxing, balancing takes a toll and he knows, so the crushing grip you have on the hair on the back of his head to keep steady doesn't seem to faze him. If anything it serves as pleasure, a raw reaction that further ignites him, makes him go from rolling to a straight, no-holds-barred, beat.
His palm hits the window with a louder pang than yours did - with a wail he pounds all his weight into you - he'll break my back - coming, dousing your insides with semen.
Grabbing your waist with both hands he thrusts.
"Aghh!" And again. Leaning into a hug - again.
Coming down his kisses trail your collarbone, neck, lips with his touch over back, waist, face.
In his soft hand, under his caressing thumb, your nipple tingles. Sounding like he's using the last bit of power he breathes in your ear.
"Mh, you're so fucking sexy…"
Baekhyun being someone you just met doesn't matter; you know he means it. And that makes you feel sexy.
"Don't fall, I'm lifting you", he says, putting his arm around your lower back.
"You'll drop me. I'll walk."
Shaking his head he goes for it, backing up 'til he feels the armchair against his calf then sits down. Still hard, he makes sure you go back on, even though it makes him knit his brows. You don't know if you could get tired of this feeling, but he…
"You're a bonafide freak…", you whisper above his lips.
Smiling, you think he's reaching to cover your mouth but slipping the middle finger in he lets you wet it and goes round; parts, strokes, then pushes.
"Tsh-ahh…"
You can't help arching, circling, when he rounds his finger upwards-
"Don't move", he asks, not so much because of overstimulation, more dominant. Placing his hand on the side of your neck he gently fixes it towards himself. "Just look at me."
Even if it weren't for the night his eyes would've been jet-black, but somehow deep. Intimidating, yet comforting to meet.
The leather feels nice and cool against your shins, being in a seated, normal, position feels nice, feeling Baekhyun's finger darting in-and-out of your ass feels nice.
So when he pulls out and lifts you by the waist you're disappointed, but steering his cock back he puts it against your ring.
"Can you..?"
Raising himself up to show he's serious is enough - with the slip of his own cum you press down and let him in. Inhaling deeply, he cups your face and covers your mouth with his juicy lips and a whisper:
Pairing: Alpha!Baekhyun x Omega!OC
AU: Wolf/ABO
Genres: Romance, Supernatural
Warnings: Violence, smut in later chapters
Click here to read the first chapter: Link
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The natural hierarchy among werewolves is based on a simple concept. Alphas are the strongest, ruling over betas and omegas, the rarest and weakest wolves in society.
Life as an omega is difficult, as Chohee knows from experience. Exposed to the whims of her callous alpha, Yejun, she decides to risk everything in a dangerous escape from his pack, breaking his power over her. She flees through several territories, injured and alone, until a fateful encounter changes her plans. Chohee runs right into her soulmate, Baekhyun, an alpha she fears from the very first moment.
When she ends up at Baekhyun’s home, dependent on his protection to survive, the young omega struggles against her fate. She refuses to submit to another alpha, fearing history to repeat itself. A single bite from her soulmate would seal their bond and leave her chained to him forever…
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Author's Note:
This is my most recent story concept! If you've read my vampire AU Spellbound, you'll probably enjoy Wolfbound as well.
The characters' appearances in this AU are inspired by the Exist photoshoot. <3 I can't wait to explore the alpha/omega dynamic with this fic! I wrote a wolf AU before, but not involving a wolf OC, so this will be interesting.
The first chapter is already online and can be read on Asianfanfics: Wolfbound. As usual, I won't post individual chapters of my longer stories on tumblr.
How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?
“Let me get this straight.” Shea takes a long sip of her tea, staring you down from across the living room. She sits back and crosses her legs, her intense gaze and her arched brow leaving you feeling chastised even before she says what she is about to say.
“Let’s recap so that I make sure I got everything straight: you went on vacation together, skinny dipped, rubbed each other down under the pretense of ‘needing sunscreen’, came back home, got drunk, kissed him, many times, went on a date, got head, finally talked about everything with him and now you’re freaking out?”
You flush at her words despite your best efforts. Well, when you put it like that… You cough, hastily sipping your own herbal tea to give yourself time to respond. She hit the bull’s eye as always; her words are brief yet her message is effective. Leave it to Shea to get straight to the point; all facts and no bullshit, compiling your problems into a concise and cohesive way that eases up your worries, even if just a little, from how confidently she breeches the issue. “Yep,” you reply after a moment. She’s got everything down and out in the open, after all. What else is there to say?
—a lot, but you can’t even begin to put your feelings into words.
“That’s pretty ass backwards,” May mumbles from your left, followed by the quiet sounds of her munching on food and the crinkle of plastic containers.
“May!” you exclaim at her words, turning to her in surprise. You immediately freeze when you meet her gaze. The look in her gray eyes has you sliding down on the couch as if you could disappear if you tried. The bubbly woman has paused in her quest to sample the newest flavor of donuts from your favorite pastry shop downtown to regard you with an unwavering stare, similar to the woman sitting elegantly across from you both. You know it’s serious when your normally cheerful friend has stopped mid-bite to give you a pensive glance, studying the expressions on your face like an abstract painting hung up in a gallery. Very fitting, considering the fact that you feel very much like a well-preserved piece of organic material being pinned against a wall underneath your best friends’ pointed stares.
—Okay, maybe you are being a little dramatic with that statement. Just a little bit.
…
You rub the back of your neck, resisting the urge to wipe away the bead of sweat lingering on the edge of your eyebrow. Okay, okay, I take it all back. I feel hella intimidated right now.
‘Intimidated’ is the perfect word to sum up how you feel about this entire situation.
“She’s right. It is ass backwards,” Shea sighs, making you snort despite your racing heart. “But you guys talked it out, at least.”
“Yeah…” you trail off, looking at the far wall in the room as if it could give you all the answers to all the questions that you have in your heart yet can’t even decipher in your mind. Your hands curl tightly around the warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to slow your breathing by inhaling the familiar lemon and ginger scent. Citrus and spice. Just like—you stop that train of thought right in its tracks, but it’s already too late. The damage has been done. The memory of messy black hair and soulful brown eyes plays vividly behind your retinas.
Inhale. Exhale. You hold your breath for a moment and sigh deeply. Really? Is this who you are now? You have a lot going on in your life lately between school and work. There always seems to be so much to do in so little time. All the long hours bent over counters and laptops. Your bathroom sink has been added to the mix as well. The bags under your eyes call for a half-hour dedicated to concealing your sleepless nights in front of the mirror. Are you really about to add your social life to your endless list of stress too? I mean it wouldn’t be the first time — but you haven’t had it this bad since high school!
Shea’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts before you can fall into that rabbit hole. Seriously, the last thing you need is to dive into those memories right now. Thank you, next.
“But you still have questions?” Shea states the obvious, reading you like an open book.
Yeah, 7 years of friendship will do that to you. All you can do is nod slowly. You can play cool and nonchalant all you want. You’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. Even if you mask it behind a dozen layers of steel, one good hit to your feelings and all your walls shatter like fragile glass. If anyone knows that, it’s the two other women in this room. There’s no point in hiding how you feel. “He’s so- I don’t know how to put it… Guarded?”
Shea nods in understanding and May lets out an exaggerated sigh followed by a quietly uttered “men” in a voice full of disdain.
“I can see both sides,” Shea admits, forever the voice of reason in your friend group. “The Fashion Industry is cutthroat. It is in everyone’s best interest to keep their personal lives separated from business.”
“But she is his personal life!” May interjects, emphasizing her point with a wave of her hands.
“I’m his girlfriend, not his entire life, May,” you gently remind her. You rarely jump in when she gets this fired up, but even if you’ve daydreamed about being the center of Baekhyun’s world in your youth, you knew better than to think that in your 20s now.
“Yes, which is why I can see why he’s cautious about where and how you guys meet up together.” Shea goes to take another sip of her tea but then pauses. “However, there is a difference between trying to keep your relationship private and safe behind closed doors, and trying to keep you held back at arm’s reach in an emotional aspect.” A brief look of irritation passes over her beautiful features, but the expression is gone in a flash.
“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” you mumble, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.
“Yes, but is that what you have been saying?” Shea pointedly raises her eyebrow, taking a long sip of her tea. Even May takes a ridiculously long time chewing on the sprinkled donut in her hand, her gray eyes piercing into the side of your face.
“...No.” You’ve known Baekhyun since you were kids, but there is still a lot about him you don’t know about — especially in a relationship context. Wait, has Baekhyun ever had a serious girlfriend before? Maybe one, or something close, but you can’t remember her name…
“You have to communicate with him, girl.” Shea sighs.
“Yeah, Baekhyun is amazing, but he isn’t a mind reader,” May points out, her cheeks puffed up with a honey-glazed donut.
“You… have a point.” Of course they do, as usual, but you’ve never been good at having these types of conversations. You’re learning. You’re trying your best but things still manage to fall through the cracks and it never seems like your efforts are enough.
“What is stopping you from communicating with him...? Has he been giving you the cold shoulder?”
Your eyes widen in horror at the dark expressions that flicker over your friends’ faces. “No!” you nearly shout, not wanting them to go there. “I-it’s not that at all.” They have good reasons to make that assumption based on your past, but it isn’t like that now.
“Then what is it?” May tilts her head, peering at you with curiosity.
“What is the issue?” Shea reiterates, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.
Again, they do have a point and make a pretty strong argument. But why are you so anxious? It’s just Baekhyun. Baekhyun, who protected you when you couldn’t look out for yourself. Who pushes you to be a better version of yourself every day, not just for everyone around you but for yourself as well. Even when he isn’t around, he is forever on your mind. Living rent fucking free. It frustrates you as much as it comforts you to constantly be thinking about him. He is one of the few people who has stuck by your side for all these years, through the thick and thin… and dammit, the thought of losing him keeps you up at night so often that you might just die a little inside — if you aren’t already.
“You’re scared.” Shea’s strong and crisp voice rings across the silent living room without an ounce of doubt.
“I…” you take a deep breath, running a shaky hand through your hair. “Yeah.” Once you admit it aloud, it feels so much more real. You hold onto the cold cup of tea in your hands for dear life, hugging it to your chest.
The dead silence in the room is crushing until Shea stands up from the couch. “Alright, cancel all your plans.” She’s already on her phone, crossing out the list of errands that she mentioned about completing earlier today. “We’re going out tonight.”
And that’s how you find yourself at the newest club in town hours later, skipping the mile-long line outside thanks to May and her networking connections.
“Oh?” The happy-go-lucky woman acted surprised when you mentioned the odd look on the bouncer’s face before he hastily let you three walk in. “I may have tapped that,” May admitted in a cheerful tone, hiding her coy smile behind the glass in her hand.
You and Shea locked eyes and hid matching smiles, sipping alcohol-free drinks. That bouncer was quite the looker though…
What can you say? Great minds think alike — you’ve all been friends for almost a decade for a reason.
Let’s make it clear though; you only came out here tonight to let loose and spend quality time with your friends and only your friends. Girl’s night only. After this, you all will most likely go back to Shea’s place and crash on her comfortable couch until the morning. But right now? You indulge in crowd-watching, your eyes zeroed in on the dancefloor.
You lean back on your barstool and cross your legs, observing the suave men and seductive women going full out during a popular pop song. The flashing lights and disco balls make the nightclub look like something you would see in a 70s Motown music video. You’re not surprised that Shea wanted to check this place out. It’s lively with a nostalgic feeling in the air, plus the juice they serve is great and the DJ has played nothing but back-to-back bangers all evening.
You spot May in the middle of the dancefloor, dirty dancing with a tall woman in a little black dress. The stranger’s classic attire contrasts with the neon green dress that your bubbly friend manages to pull off flawlessly. You can hear May’s twinkling laughter from all the way over here in the brief transition between songs.
At least she’s having fun, you smile. The sight reminds you of that one time you told Baekhyun that you don’t dance, which was a half-truth. You have rhythm; you know how to read the room and catch a vibe. But that’s the problem, you get too into it and then the next thing you know some guy’s jealous girlfriend is pouring her drink down your dress because her man decided to glue himself to your backside like a leech — but we digress.
Your smile slowly fades with a deep sigh. There you go again. Like clockwork, once you think of Baekhyun you can’t get him out of your mind. You made sure to text him earlier today to tell him that you would be out with your friends tonight. Doing it made you feel uneasy, but it was necessary, right? Aren’t you supposed to let your significant other know when you are going out to a nightclub in your not-so-freakdum-but-not-completely-modest-either dress with your best girl friends by your side?
You don’t know. You don’t know and hours later you are still worried about it.
It’s not like Baekhyun reacted badly to you telling him. He told you to be safe and have fun, the usual reaction when you told him the same thing in the past — he has a life-long habit of showing up unannounced at your place — but that’s the problem. It was the same as usual. The usual as in how he responded back when you were just friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.
Does he not care? What if he doesn’t? What if he does? — your endless stream of worried thoughts is relentless tonight.
Honestly, the fact that you keep thinking about it has you upset. It’s girls’ night! You’re supposed to be having fun, yet here you are, sitting alone at the bar, sipping at a drink that is more melted ice than citrus juice while worrying about whether you’ll go home to a screaming match in the morning, which is absurd! Why is your mind so set on comparing Baekhyun to the partners of your past?
Your ex’s face flashes through your mind, a vivid image of his face as he gave you that ultimatum: him or Baekhyun.
Oh brother. Fuck it. You clench your teeth and order a fruity cocktail. You need to be buzzed to get through the rest of the night after that memory pops up. Actually, scratch that — you need to be buzzed and shake off this feeling of dread. So you take your drink, chug it, set the empty glass on the counter, and make your way to the dancefloor to meet your two best friends.
Shea’s red bottom heels and May’s gray eyes reflect the club lights, leading you straight to them through the crowd of sweaty bodies. You smooth down the front of your loose yet form-fitting dress and stride right up to them. They take one look at you and pull you closer with one goal in mind: dance the night away until your makeup smears and you want to kick your heels off.
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A few days later you find yourself at Baekhyun’s door. You’ve only seen him once since the day you established your relationship. The summer months are always jam-packed with runway shows and elite events, but as the end of August draws nearer, he gets a few days off before the fall fashion season gets its claws dug into him.
Your baggy t-shirt slips off of your shoulder and you don’t bother readjusting it. It’s no use anyway, the oversized material will just fall down again like it has the other 100 times you’ve fixed it. You smooth down the front of your athletic shorts that sit loosely around your waist yet snug against your hips and thighs. Normally wearing an all-black outfit this time of year would be a death sentence, but with a cold front blowing in from the ocean, the nights have been cooler lately. Pair that with your slip-on running shoes and you are the embodiment of casual — which is ideal, considering the fact that you saw a camera flash on your walk into the apartment building.
You shuffle on your feet, nervously shifting your weight from side to side while having a staring contest with Baekhyun’s front door. The oakwood merely stares back, and if an inanimate object could judge you, you believe that his door would be at the top of the list from the number of times you have come here for one young adult crisis or another. Just remembering the amount of petty stuff you’ve bothered him about at 1 a.m. over the past 2 years has you flushing. God, why? Of all men to fall for, why did it have to be your best friend who knows practically everything about you?
Suddenly, the door opens and Baekhyun regards you with such a knowing look that you find the answer to your question within 15 seconds flat. This man knows you better than you know yourself in so many ways, and the familiarity in that, the comfort of being known for who you are and not what you can be is such a relief on your weary shoulders. You don’t have to make pretenses with him. He knows it all.
As a friend.
It strikes you right in the heart at that moment while you look into his warm brown eyes that reflect the brightly lit hallway lights, shimmers of stars sparkling in those soulful irises that you could spend lifetimes admiring. Baekhyun has accepted you as a friend time and time again. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse. But… will he do the same with you now? As the woman he is committed to?
“Hey.” Baekhyun’s low timbre pulls you from your thoughts. Just a single word from his lips has you filing away your worries to think about later. You take a good look at him as he braces his arm on the wall and leans against the doorframe. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that matches your own, but while yours is oversized, his fits snugly on his broad shoulders and defined biceps, stealing your breath away. Not like you have much breath in the first place when you’re standing in front of him, but still. Between that and the sweatpants resting low on his hips, you have half the mind to turn on your heel and run back home. Home date be dammed.
“Hi,” you utter in a small voice before hastily clearing your throat and standing up a little taller.
“I noticed you standing out here.” Baekhyun leans closer, his brown eyes scanning over you like an X-ray machine.
“Oh,” you reply, as smart as always under his unwavering gaze, “yeah, yeah I was.”
He hums and you think you are scot-free until he opens his mouth again. “Care to elaborate?” he tilts his head, his eyes dancing in amusement while he backs out of the doorway.
You sigh loudly as you step into his apartment. Dammit, you can’t get anything past this man. “I… might have been debating on whether to run away or not,” you admit in a guilty murmur, readjusting the collar of your shirt.
“Why? If I may ask.”
His words make you freeze in the middle of taking off your shoes. Baekhyun doesn’t usually ask if he can ask a question. He just asks. You glance over your shoulder at him, your running shoes still in your hand, and something about his earnest expression and the way his hands are in his pockets makes you lower your guard.
“I’m lost,” you admit quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact. “I know that we established our relationship and what we are to each other but I…” you take a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what I’m doing. Please tell me what dating and a relationship means to you because I-I,” your voice cracks as you stand up and look at him with a helpless expression. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
You bite your lip in an attempt to mask your vulnerability, surprised by how open you were just now. Usually, you would brush things off and downplay your stress and worries, not lay out all your cards on the table like this. It makes you feel raw and exposed. A sensation that you hate from all the times you’ve been dismissed in the past. If expressing fragile emotions was a chess game, you would keep your strategy under lock and key. But right here, right now, you’re willing to take that risk. Like your friends told you before, how will Baekhyun ever know what you are thinking if you don’t tell him about it? You just hope that he will take you seriously.
Baekhyun calls your name, his voice no louder than a whisper. He steps closer to you and cups your face in his hand, his brown irises gazing over your features. “You’re overthinking this,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “What does dating mean to me?” he tilts his head before kissing your cheek. “Spoiling you, taking you on dates, exploring places we’ve never been to before.”
Your skin tingles and flushes as he brushes his lips over your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose. “What’s a relationship to me?” Baekhyun pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and your breath hitches at the fond expression written all over his handsome features. His lips brush over your temple before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, slipping his fingers into your hair as he cradles the back of your head in his hands. “Spending time together, holding you close, and talking with you like this when you get stuck in your head like the little idiot you are.”
“Hey!” you immediately protest and pull away from him, giving him a halfhearted glare.
“Come here.” Baekhyun chuckles and takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. His brown eyes shimmer brightly like midnight stars while he guides you further into his home and to his living room. You gasp at the amount of snacks scattered across the coffee table and one of your favorite movies on the TV, waiting in the streaming service queue. And you gasp again when Baekhyun plops down on the couch and pulls up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you. His citrus shampoo lingers in his hair, his clothes smell like French vanilla, and the mint on his breath leaves you speechless when he firmly presses his lips to yours.
In that moment, you finally let yourself relax, leaning back against his firm chest while taking a bite of the candy he holds up to your mouth. Baekhyun’s eyes crinkle with one of his rarest sweet smiles and you just live in the moment and block out the rest of the world for a while.
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A/N:
Hello! I’m up to my chin with schoolwork, but I pulled a few all-nighters to get this chapter done and I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome. This chapter will serve as a bridge between the first 7 chapters and the next 20+ chapters. And yes, there will be multiple parts to chapter 8 (those decimals shall strike again!) I just really needed to add more character and thought behind showing our OC’s thought process because for 3 whole years she even had me confused and I’m like??? Girl me too lmao.
This author’s note probably makes little sense (2am type of brain power right here) but I just want to say thank you for all the support you loves and readers have given this story. Thank you, Infinity team! Part 2 of chapter 8 will have more fluff between our couple, so look forward to that! See you next time~ (^-^)
