Spark
I have so many different types of me
Now its time, wake up the spark
New spark, spark, throw yourself into the fire
Characters: Doctor!Baekhyun x Reader
Genre: romance, smut, enemies(?) to lovers
Warnings: alcohol consumption, theft, homelessness, minor violence/injury, explicit smut, unprotected sex 18+ only MDNI
WC: 8.4k
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He was cute.
But more importantly, he looked rich.
Though he didn't wear any flashy brand names, it was easy enough to tell how expensive the outfit was. It was the little things, his watch, a necklace, the Italian leather shoes he wore. One might not notice these things right away, but you definitely did.
The perfect target, you just hoped you wouldn't get carried away. He was far, far, prettier than the men you normally stole from.
You started by looking at him from across the bar, making eye contact for just a little longer than what could be considered not flirting, batting your eyelashes. You gave him a little smile, which he returned.
Soon enough he'd taken the empty seat next to you, introducing himself.
“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, and you shook your head, still smiling back at his gorgeous face. “My name is Baekhyun, by the way.”
“I’m Alice.” You lied.
“Alice, I like it, it's cute, it suits you.”
You'd usually have to fake your interest by now but this guy was so cute you really were becoming a bit bashful, blushing and mumbling a ‘thank you’.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Hell yes. Only a little while longer now…
“I'll have a martini.”
The more you talked, the more he (unfortunately) seemed like a great guy. At some points you nearly caught yourself feeling guilty about what you planned to do, and even doubted whether to go through with it at all. But men often put up a front, and you didn't truly know him. Even if he appeared kind and honest, you knew better than to trust a stranger, and your mission for the night was clear.
Halfway through the martini you put one hand on his thigh, leaning into him, and you could tell he was loving it. You hung onto his every word, looking at him with your best, most innocent doe eyes.
After over an hour of genuinely nice conversation, you decided it was best to just get on with it, before you had the chance to change your mind. You checked your phone, and feigned disappointment. “It's getting late, I should really get going.”
He, too, seemed saddened by your announcement, and to your delight, he offered to walk you out.
This is it.
As he stood up from the bar and you watched him head towards the door, you smiled at the outline of his wallet, perfectly hugging the curve of his cute butt from its position in his back pocket.
Once outside, you pull him off to the side of the building for some more privacy.
“I'm really glad I got to meet you here tonight.” You told him, one hand running over his shoulder, and then down his chest. You let one hand rest on the swell of his chest, as you looked back up into his eyes, and then down at his lips. He had such kind looking eyes, it was a shame, truly.
“I'm really glad I met you, too.” He said back softly, his hands slowly moving to rest on your hips. The restraint was clear in the gentle way he touched you, not wanting to cross a line, but too close, too tempted not to at least get his hands on you in some way.
Your eyes went back to his, and the hand not on his chest slowly moved to his waist, before moving down further.
He stared back at you, pink lips slightly parted, waiting for you to lean in, to let your eyes drift shut, any sign that he could finally kiss you.
You stayed looking back at him, hardly moving closer, the hand now slipping behind him, working its way into the back pocket of his pants.
Your lip twitched, barely showing a smile, and then you had it. You slipped the smooth leather out of the pocket, and before he could even realize what had just happened, you were running, sprinting, as fast as you could away from him, giggling to yourself.
Baekhyun stood there for a second, stunned, before he had the bright idea to run after you. He was a strong runner, but so were you, and you got a pretty good head start. However he was determined, and he realized as he kept running that he actually knew where you were headed.
Not far from the well lit main roads were darker, quieter suburbs where you could easily go unseen and find a hiding place. Unfortunately for you, Baekhyun lived in that exact area, and he knew all the shortcuts.
You were still barely within his line of sight when you took a sharp turn, and he knew he'd won. Cutting through a narrow alley between the houses, he was able to cut you off and when you'd just thought you'd lost him and slowed down to a walk, he turned and ran at you, tackling you.
You, in shock, screamed and acted more or less on impulse now that Baekhyun had you pinned to the pavement. You kicked him in the groin as hard as you could.
Pretty much instantaneously, he let go of you, rolling over in pain. But as soon as you tried to get up and start running again, stars clouded your vision and you could do little more than stumble a few steps before his hand was able to catch your wrist.
“What the hell is your problem woman?!” He more or less yelled at you, still slightly hunched over in pain.
“YOU tackled ME!”
“Because you stole my wallet??”
You were still trying to pull your arm away from him, but now that he had you he wasn't going to let you get away again so easily.
“Look, just give me my wallet back and I won't call the cops, okay?”
You glared, considering your options, but it was clear that you should just listen to him. He was larger than you, clearly pissed off, and if he really did call the police he would have no problem keeping you there till they arrived. It sucked, but it beat getting arrested, so you handed it over with a scowl.
Expecting him to let go of you once you gave it back you started to turn away but he didn't, his grip only tightened.
“What the hell? Let me go.”
“Why did you try to steal from me?”
“Oh my god can you just let me go already I gave you the fucking wallet didn't I?”
It wasn't that you were trying to be a bitch, but your head hurt, you were dirty from the fall, and all you wanted was to get away from him and find help.
“I could still call the cops, you know.” Baekhyun himself wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to keep you there, something just made him feel like he had more to talk to you about.
This asshole. You thought to yourself. “Why do you care why I do what I do?”
He just shrugged, and you grew more and more irritated with him.
“I need money. Not that that's any of your business.”
“It kind of did become my business when you tried to rob me.”
“I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”
“I do appreciate that, yes.”
Still, he wasn't letting go of you, even as you looked at him with pleading eyes. The frown he wore was almost a little pathetic, he just looked so.. disappointed.
“So you only flirted with me cause you wanted my money, huh?”
“I said I was sorry.”
With one hand on the back of his neck, he paced back and forth, as if trying to reason with himself. “I have to admit I'm a little hurt, we really seemed to be hitting it off.”
It seemed like a joke at first but after a few seconds of staring at him in disbelief he still just looked a bit sad.
“You're serious?”
All of the sudden his expression shifted completely to one of what looked like horror and worry, and the hand on your arm finally let go, moving to your forehead. He took a step closer, holding your head in his hands. “You're bleeding.”
“Yeah well you fucking tackled me.” You mumbled. You hadn't noticed anything more than a dull throbbing in your head after realizing he'd caught up to you and you were on the ground.
“Shit, you're really bleeding. Bad. Come with me.”
He started pulling you along with him, and when you touched your own forehead you felt the warm blood running down from somewhere on your scalp. Still, you tried to get away from him. “Where are you going?”
“We're going to my house. I live nearby.”
“No fucking way I'm going anywhere with you.”
He stopped, looking at you, the blood now running freely down the side of your face.
“I'm a doctor.” He said matter of factly, pulling his wallet back out and opening it to show you his hospital ID card. “I can help you, or I can get you to a hospital.”
Going to the hospital wasn't much of an option without insurance or any money to pay the bill afterwards, but you still didn't feel completely safe going with him either.
“How do I know you aren't gonna hurt me? You have every reason to be pissed at me.”
It was the first time since you'd run off that he heard a change in your tone, the prior callousness morphing into something softer. Fear.
“I got my wallet back, didn't I? It's my fault you're hurt and I know how to help.”
The overall softness of his face, and the gentle downturn of his eyes, made it hard to imagine any malicious intent behind them. It would've taken a fantastic actor to fake looking as worried as he did, and he didn't seem like the type to put on a show.
Begrudgingly, you followed him.
He did in fact live just down the street, in a quite nice looking modern house. You followed him in silently, and he sat you down on the living room couch, running up some stairs to get what he needed to fix you up.
You looked around and the house was just as handsome and polished as he was. Leather couches, granite coffee table, and interesting decor here and there. Despite the fact that he clearly liked things to be tidy, it still looked homely and lived in.
By the time he was able to start wiping the blood off your face you looked like something out of a horror movie. The dress you were wearing was covered in blood stains too.
Now with better lighting his face still showed all of his worry and guilt as he got a good look at your injury.
“Fuck I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bust your head open, I just wanted my wallet back. I guess I went a little crazy with the adrenaline and everything, I wasn't thinking, I don't know why the hell I thought tackling you was a good move.”
“Well I hope it was worth it.” You mumbled.
“Alice isn't your real name, is it?”
You hesitated, wanting to make some kind of bitchy remark again, but now that you were on his couch with him carefully tending to your head wound, looking adorably apologetic, you finally decided to give up the attitude and just be glad he was helping you.
You sighed. “No. It's not.”
“So what is it then? If you don't mind me asking.”
You flinched when the antiseptic made contact with the gash on your scalp, the burning sensation making you squeeze your eyes shut.
“I'm sorry I know that stuff burns like hell but it's better than getting an infection.” You opened your eyes again and nodded. “I really would like to know your name.”
“Are you gonna report me if I do tell you?”
Baekhyun chuckled and shook his head. “I feel bad enough that you cracked your head open on the pavement because of me. If I sent you to jail too I'd be the asshole of the century.”
“Y/n.”
He took his eyes off of your wound for a second to meet yours, and smiled. “Y/n. Nice to meet you.”
You half scoffed, half laughed, “Yeah right, first I try to rob you, then I kick you in the balls, and now you're having to patch up my busted up head.”
He just kept smiling. “That really did hurt by the way, I thought I was gonna throw up for a second. But I guess that's what I get for tackling you. Probably not the best idea either, in hindsight.”
“How bad is it?”
“The cut on your head? Or getting kicked in the nuts?”
“My head.” You laughed.
“It'll be fine, but you need a few stitches and should try to lay down for the next few days since you're probably mildly concussed.”
“Shit.”
“I know. I'm really sorry, again. Gonna try my best to keep from tackling people from now on.”
As he put numbing cream on your scalp and started to stitch it up, you began to realize how close he was to you. The lower part of his face was right at eye level, and it hit you again just how breathtaking he was. The clear bright lighting in his living room gave you a far better view of him than the dimly lit bar or darkened streets, and it almost felt silly to you that he was a doctor of all things. His skin was too perfect, his lips too pink, his eyes too easy to get lost in. He could've easily been a model, you thought.
It was getting embarrassing, seeing him so close as he tended to the gash on your head. That would be plenty uncomfortable in a regular setting with a different doctor, but you were in his house on his couch after trying to rob him. And even worse, you still thought he was incredibly cute.
It was impossible not to cringe at your own ridiculous misfortune.
You endured a few more seconds of burning from the antiseptic, and soon Baekhyun was done. As he leaned back, you let out a sigh of relief, not even realizing that you'd been holding your breath.
“Be careful around the cut, try not to get it wet for a few days, and again, get lots of rest.”
You nodded, but knew that you probably wouldn't be able to do that. “I don't know how I didn't feel it at first, my head just kinda hurt.”
“Does it still hurt pretty bad?”
You shook your head no. It was getting late however, and you were starting to get tired, turning away from him as you let out a yawn. “I should get going, thank you for helping me,” you pointed at your head, “and not calling the cops. And I'm sorry again that I tried to rob you.”
Baekhyun laughed, “No worries. I'm sorry I tackled you so I guess we're even. Do you need a ride home?”
You shook your head. You figured you'd just make the short walk to your car and sleep there. It had started to rain and you knew it was going to be a long night, but you were just going to have to deal with it. At least it wasn't too cold.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah I'll be fine. I don't have anywhere for you to take me anyways.”
“What?”
“Don't worry about it.” You started to get up off the couch, but right away got pretty dizzy, bracing yourself against the armrest to keep from falling. “Shit.”
Taking your hand he sat you back down. “What do you mean you don’t have anywhere for me to take you?”
You groaned, the last thing you wanted was to explain to this guy that you were technically homeless at the moment.
All you did was shake your head. “You really don’t need to worry about me. I have a plan.”
Again you stood up, getting even dizzier this time but you just powered through it, nearly falling as you made your way towards the door.
“What, you're just gonna stumble around in the rain all night?”
“I have a plan.” You repeated as you braced yourself against a wall for a second.
Annoyed but more so worried, Baekhyun got up off the couch and stood himself between you and the door. “You definitely have a concussion. If there isn’t anywhere else for you to stay tonight, you can stay here.”
You whined and tried to get past him but it wasn’t gonna happen. “Baekhyun, really, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah, I do. If you don’t get a good night’s sleep you’ll feel much worse in the morning. You need to rest, trust me. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. In the morning I'll take you somewhere to get help.”
The way he looked at you made a lump form in your throat. He’d just met you that night and definitely didn’t owe you anything after you tried to steal from him, yet he was offering you a warm bed. His pretty features were painted with a look of genuine worry, and all at once, it became too much, and you felt your eyes start to water.
It was also just embarrassing. Baekhyun seemed so put together, and he was being so kind to you, while you were clearly a huge mess.
Baekhyun could see it in your eyes. He watched as they glazed over, and just before the first tear was able to fall, he pulled you in.
Your hold on the bottom of his t-shirt was strong, twisting the fabric in your fist, keeping him close. The gentle motion of his hand running up and down your back was surprisingly comforting, along with the gentle reassurances being whispered in your ear. It was okay, you were going to be okay.
Once the tears had come to a halt, he led you back to the couch, sitting you down before getting you a glass of water. You took it from him gratefully as he sat down with you.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked, painfully aware of the quiver in your voice and your red, puffy, eyes and cheeks.
Baekhyun shrugged, “I like to see the best in people, I guess. And I like to be helpful, I did dedicate my whole career to that after all.” And I still hope that maybe some of the flirting from the bar wasn’t completely fake cause I was really starting to like you. He thought to himself, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“I promise I’m not a terrible person, things are just really hard right now and it's the only way to get a roof over my head at night. I wouldn’t steal if I didn’t have to, and I hope that I can get back on my feet soon and be done with it.”
“I assumed as much, I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear this from, but I'm sorry you're going through that.”
Finally, you managed a smile. “Thank you.”
You finished your glass of water and Baekhyun got up, putting it away before returning to the living room. “I can help you up the stairs, and give you some clean clothes. You’re probably tired.”
“I can sleep on the couch, I don’t want to kick you out of your bed, the fact that you’re letting me stay at your house at all is more than I deserve.”
“For your concussion to get better you need to lay down, like flat on your back, ideally. So you’re gonna take the bed. I’ll be fine. I assume you still want some clothes without blood on them, right?”
You nodded and started to get up, and he ran to your side to let you hold onto him in case you got dizzy again. Your hand was on his bicep, and it felt nice, strong and firm. The broadness of his shoulders made your skin heat up as he walked you up the stairs to his bedroom, and sat you onto the edge of his king sized bed.
“I won't have anything that'll fit you very well, but it's still better than a dress with blood on it.” He started rummaging through a drawer until he handed you a tshirt and some sweats to change into, before turning to leave.
“Wait-”
Baekhyun froze, throwing you a confused look. “Don’t you wanna change in peace?”
“No- well, yes, but I was gonna say, you don’t have to sleep on the couch. I mean, there’s room for us both.” You said, scooting to one end of the large mattress.
Maybe a part of you liked the idea of having someone to sleep next to, especially him, but you also just felt bad about him otherwise sleeping on the couch in his own home because of you.
He looked surprised, “Are you sure? The couch isn’t that bad and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You won’t, I promise.”
“If you say so, I'm gonna go get more water and let you change.”
His clothes were big on you, but they were cozy. Soft and warm and smelled like fancy laundry detergent. You settled into the plush sheets, feeling much more comfortable than you had in a while. His bed easily beat your friends' couches and the cheap hotels you stayed at on the nights you had the money to.
Eventually he also changed and joined you, making himself comfortable on the other side. You turned to face him, and he did the same.
“Thank you again for letting me stay here. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this.”
“Don't mention it, it's actually nice to have some company.”
You looked into his pretty brown eyes as he said it, his pretty eyes and pretty face and pretty words making you blush.
He scooted a bit closer, still looking at you, testing the water. For a second you swore he looked down at your lips.
Your heart was already racing and you worried it would give out if you kept going, so, you turned to look at the ceiling, instead of at him.
“You're blushing.”
As you gave him your best side eye, you saw the shit-eating grin on his face.
“It really did hurt a little.” He said.
“Huh?”
“I know this is gonna sound really dumb, but I was honestly more upset about you faking being into me than the attempted robbery, for some reason. I guess I can understand why someone might steal but faking interest just really… I don't know.. hurt my feelings?”
You raised your eyebrows, and turned back onto your side to look at him, not expecting that at all.
Something in his expression shifted, “I'm sorry, you can tell me to shut up if I'm making you uncomfortable, or send me downstairs to the couch.”
“Who says I was faking? I just acted like I would've anyway.”
You watched as a smile crept its way onto his face. “Yeah?”
You just gave a small nod and a shrug, and this time, you were sure he'd had his eyes on your lips.
Baekhyun made it clear that he was interested, even after everything, and you were surprised, to say the least. You knew you could turn him down at any point and he'd respect it, but you didn't want to. Not only was he gorgeous, he'd shown you more genuine kindness than anyone had in a while, when he had absolutely no obligation to. You just liked him.
You seemed to gravitate toward him. He looked so inviting, so you moved in even closer, expecting him to finally kiss you, but he didn't.
That was when you realized that he wasn't going to kiss you, you were going to have to kiss him. You were in his house, in his bed, already feeling indebted to him and he didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything for him in return. If something was going to happen between you and him, you would have to initiate it.
And so, you did. You let your eyes flutter shut and closed the gap, kissing him. Immediately he responded, kissing you back, taking one hand to your jaw.
His lips were soft and sweet and you easily melted into him, feeling your heart flutter at the way he smiled into the kiss.
Gently, his other hand came to rest on the curve of your waist, though he didn’t move any further. The kisses, too, were still delicate, even as the minutes passed. Baekhyun was simply enjoying the softness of your skin and your lips, without wanting you to feel any pressure to do more.
As nice as it was, you quickly wanted more than just to kiss him. It had been a long time since you’d been in bed with a man at all, let alone one as enticing as him, and it was definitely affecting you. When you moved closer, pressing your chest to his, he welcomed it.
His touches remained tender as he shifted, allowing you to lay on your back, though you were disappointed that he still remained next to you, for the most part. You wanted to feel the weight of him, to wrap your legs around his waist and draw him in even closer.
When he pulled away, your brows furrowed and you pouted up at him.
“What?” He asked, his thumb softly running across your cheekbone.
“Why’d you stop?”
The way he smiled melted your heart even further, so soft and sincere. “You need to rest.”
You pouted even harder, whining, “I don’t want to, though.”
Baekhyun knew that you really, really did need to rest, but when you looked at him like that, he couldn’t just deny you, either.
You sighed with relief when his lips made contact with your neck, though he aired on the side of caution, still. Every kiss brought you further from your sanity, wanting more with every passing second. When the opportunity presented itself, you untangled your legs from his and wrapped them around his waist, finally getting the pressure you needed. However, he once again pulled away.
“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think we should be doing this.”
This time, you weren’t just pouting, you looked genuinely hurt, and it made him frown.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
You just shook your head, detaching yourself and turning your back to him.
“Whoa, hey, what is it?” His hand on your shoulder turned you back to look at him, and he once again looked worried.
You shut your eyes, gathering your thoughts for a second, “You're right, I’m just... embarrassed. I shouldn't even be here.”
His brows furrowed, “That's not what I mean, I’m just worried about your head, I don't want to keep you up, or accidentally do something that could make it worse.”
You sighed, “You don't have to make excuses.”
His eyes met yours and held them, refusing to look away. “You really think I don't want to fuck you right now?”
He watched as your eyes widened in surprise, and he chuckled.
“Sorry if that was a little forward but it's true. I just don't want to hurt you more than I already have. If I got carried away and your head bumped into the wall or something I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. And you really need to get a solid night's sleep, too.”
His fingers ghosted over the skin just below the cut on your head, at the left side of your hairline. It was so tender, the way he ghosted across the surface of your skin, just barely touching. His hands were steady, careful, making you feel like something precious.
“You really are so, so beautiful.”
You just rolled your eyes and refused to meet his again.
“I'm serious. I mean, you definitely tried to rob me and I think I'm a pretty reasonable guy most of the time but I for sure still want you. You make me throw all rationality to the wind. It's remarkable.”
“There's plenty of pretty girls out there.”
“Sure. But there's more to making a connection with someone than just physical attraction.”
“You think we have a connection?”
“Sure. I had a great time at the bar with you. Hell, with another hour or two I probably would've invited you over anyway.”
You let out a half laugh, half scoff. It had occurred to you too of course, to try and sleep with him and get a roof over your head that way. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to steal from him after spending a whole night with him, you’d already liked him too much. If you hadn't needed money so badly you probably would've ended up in his bed anyway.
“You really mean that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous, and we have chemistry. I know you feel it too.”
The way your cheeks burned surprised you, it felt unfair, how easily he could affect you.
“You are pretty cute.” You finally admitted, “And charming, and kind, and I still can’t believe you want anything at all to do with me.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
You frowned a little, and so did he, seeing the way your face fell. “With how much of a mess my life is right now it's hard not to be.”
“You obviously don't have to divulge any personal details you aren't comfortable sharing, but if you want to talk to me, I'll listen. It's hard for me to imagine how you might've ended up in such a bad situation.”
A long sigh left your lips. It wasn't something you enjoyed talking about, but you felt that context might help him forgive you for your previous actions.
“I was sharing an apartment with my ex, and when I found out he was cheating he just disappeared. We were both on the lease even though he paid the majority of it since I was in school. I tried to find a different place I could afford but I couldn't get out of the lease and couldn't pay it myself so I got evicted and now nowhere will accept me as a tenant. I had to quit school and have been trying to find work but it hasn't been easy without a real address.”
Baekhyun didn't say anything, he just pulled you in closer, letting you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest.
“I just feel like such a failure.”
“Why? You got screwed over. None of that sounds like it was your fault.”
You lifted your head, meeting his eyes and the look on his face made something twist up in your gut. He just looked so… indignant. He hated what had happened to you, clearly. He hated the unfairness of it all.
With one hand on your chin he brought you in for a kiss, this time soft, almost like an apology.
“You deserve so much more.” He whispered, playing with your hair when you again made yourself comfortable in his embrace, using his chest as your pillow.
He began to hum something vaguely familiar, and in no time at all, you were fast asleep. Baekhyun slowly and carefully detached himself from you, laying you on your back, and resting your head gently on the pillow next to his own.
For longer than he might like to admit, he just enjoyed the sight of your sleeping face. You looked so much more peaceful this way, he thought. He wished you could feel that kind of peace more often when you were awake. He could easily make out the hollowness, the evidence of all you’d been through, on your face. You were still beautiful to him, without a doubt, but there was something there, serving as a permanent reminder of how unfairly life had treated you. More than anything, Baekhyun wished he could somehow be the one to make it go away, to restore you to the woman he imagined you could be.
~
You awoke to find the bed vacant aside from yourself, and as the minutes passed, there wasn’t a peep from anywhere else in the house either. Slowly, you got yourself out of bed, and wandered downstairs to find that Baekhyun had, in fact, left you alone in his house.
Not sure what else to do with yourself, you got a glass of water and went back upstairs. He couldn’t be working, right? It didn’t make any sense, for him to just leave you alone. Did he want you to leave? That didn’t make sense either, after he said he’d get you help in the morning. More than anything, you were shocked that he trusted you alone in his house full of expensive (and easily stolen) possessions.
Before you could dwell on it any longer the front door opened, and you heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. You made your way back downstairs, and he lit up as soon as he saw you, his smile wide and dazzling.
“Good morning.” He said, his good mood easily rubbing off on you. “I got us breakfast. Did you sleep okay? How does your head feel?”
“I did, and fine, actually. Now that you mention it the cut is still a little tender but I don’t even have a headache or anything. And thank you.”
He started taking various baked goods out of a large paper bag, “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got a bunch of different stuff.”
It all looked amazing. You’d missed being able to stop by a bakery to get yourself a little treat. You just couldn't afford that kind of thing anymore.
“Baekhyun…” The words trailed off as he just kept smiling back at you, now holding a large plate piled high with all sorts of pastries. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
He just shrugged. “I probably would’ve gotten breakfast there today anyway. Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad your concussion isn’t too bad, a good night's sleep does wonders ”
You shuddered at the thought of how your night could've gone, had you slept alone in your car.
He pulled out a chair and you and him both made yourselves comfortable at his kitchen counter.
“I was really surprised that you were gone when I woke up, I mean, leaving me alone in your house is kind of a bad idea is it not?”
“Why?” He asked simply, looking genuinely confused.
“I don't take any joy in reminding you, but I did try to steal from you like, twelve hours ago.”
“So? You're here now. It's not like you woke up, grabbed my jewels and ran for it.” He said, smiling, putting extra emphasis on jewels and wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Here, try this.”
He held a chocolate croissant up to your face, beckoning you to take a bite.
“Baekhyun, you really didn't need to get me anything I'm okay-”
“Just try it. I know the guy who makes these, they're fucking incredible. Think of it like you're doing a favor for my baker friend.”
He just looked so sweet and excited for you to participate in something he liked so much, it was hard not to give in, especially when the scent of butter and chocolate was making its way into your sinuses. You leaned forward, taking a bite.
The delicate crispy exterior shattered as it touched your lips, and your mouth filled with the soft buttery pastry and creamy chocolate. You nearly moaned. You couldn't remember the last time you'd gotten the opportunity to enjoy a food so perfect.
Your hums of approval made him smile even wider, and he just watched in complete contentment as you enjoyed the croissant.
“Your friend is a fucking wizard.” You finally said once you'd devoured the thing, already a bit sad at how quickly it was gone.
When you finally met Baekhyun's eyes again, he wore a gentle, dreamy smile, and you could easily tell how his gaze ran all across your face, as if trying to memorize every feature individually. He didn't say anything as he leaned closer, until his thumb touched the corner of your lip.
He wiped away a bit of chocolate that had lingered, bringing it to his own lips, all the while keeping his eyes fixated on you.
The way you'd hummed blissfully at the taste of the pastry had been enough to send his mind spiraling into less innocent thoughts, now fixated on the view of your soft, pastry scented lips. When you ran your tongue across them, checking for any more crumbs, or leftover chocolate, he couldn't help himself.
He was on you, one hand gently cradling the back of your head and neck as his lips met yours with a surprising tenderness. After a short second of stunned surprise you kissed him back eagerly, growing breathless as his hands wandered down your body, gripping first your waist, then thighs, until he pulled away, panting with need. You were no better off, the kiss leaving your lips pink, swollen, and needing more of him.
“Sorry…” He mumbled. “It isn't exactly easy for me to keep my hands to myself around you.”
Without breaking eye contact you stood up, taking hold of his hand. “So don't.”
He let out an exhale of a laugh and shook his head before looking back up at you. A gentle tug on your hand brought you in closer. “I can't- I don't want to hurt you, you still need to re-”
“Baekhyun, please?”
You stood yourself between his spread legs, giving him your most innocent doe eyes, pressing your body against him, feeling the way his breath shook in response to the closeness. He looked wrecked. When your lips met his neck the tension in his body seemed to melt away in an instant, his hands again holding onto your waist as he brought his lips back to your own. Even in the lustful haze of it all, he still knew exactly what he was doing, pulling on your bottom lip, smirking at the knowledge that you were just as down bad as he was.
It wasn’t long until he stood, hoisting you up with him, walking up the stairs towards his bedroom with you clinging to him.
This time when he laid you down, he didn't waste even a second before parting your thighs and letting you wrap yourself around him. He knew he still needed to be careful with you, but you'd gotten plenty of sleep, and he'd never been so sure of his body and heart's desires as he was in that moment.
His hands were everywhere, hastily yanking up his own too-big clothes in a desperate search for more skin. The way he kissed you grew equally as needy, barely even stopping for air. As much as he wanted to play coy, to tease you, to leave you wanting and yearning for more, he was too far gone. He couldn’t remember the last time he'd felt this dizzy and crazed.
For you, the weight of him between your thighs was enough to make your stomach twist with a kind of need you weren't used to at all. You’d found yourself in similar positions before, but none of those men came anywhere close to this. Baekhyun fit into the space between your legs so perfectly, you were both convinced he’d been made to exist just there.
As the kisses and touches grew heavier, your clothes became less and less. When both your tops were finally discarded, the feel of his hot skin pressed to yours was electric.
His hand reached for the waistband of the sweats he’d leant you, but before moving further, he paused.
“Y/n? Baby?” His lips left a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling back to meet your gaze.
“Mmhmm?”
“You’re sure you want this?”
You nod, smiling, taking his face in your hands to bring him in for another kiss, this one sweeter than the many that came before it. You hoped it conveyed just how much you wanted him, not only now, but hopefully for a long time in the future, too, even if that seemed like a silly fantasy.
His lips made their way to your neck, kissing and biting in all the right places to make you gasp and moan for him. Soon he moved down your body, taking his time to worship the soft skin of your bare chest before eventually going further. As he took off your last remaining clothing, his lips barely lost contact with your skin, as if he needed your touch to breathe.
The second he finished undressing you, he sat back, staring, just taking in the sight before him. You looked so soft, every curve tempting him to grab and squeeze and bite and mark you as his own. He had no idea why he suddenly became so possessive, but he didn't fight it.
He made himself comfortable between your thighs, lips pulling into a smirk at the sight of your pussy, already slick and wet for him. As much as he wanted to dive in, he first wanted to appreciate you in earnest.
He loved how plush your thighs felt beneath his palms as he spread you further apart, lips latching onto the soft skin mere inches from where you needed him most.
“Please.” You whimpered, impatient, desperate, but Baekhyun just smiled and continued to leave marks on your inner thighs, sucking, biting, only encouraged by your begging for more.
At last he pulled away, looking back up at you with a smug grin before finally giving you what you wanted.
The first touch of his tongue to your clit was barely there, barely dipping between your folds to get a taste. He pressed a soft kiss, still teasing, relishing the way your hands ran through his hair, grabbing onto the strands in a feeble attempt at more contact. He gave you a little more, running his tongue up and down your clit, flicking, before sealing his mouth over your heat and diving in completely.
You were gasping, letting out whines and moans at the way he made out with your pussy. He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much, groaning in delight at the way you flooded his tongue, so wet and needy for him.
When he flattened his tongue against your clit, licking and sucking incessantly as two fingers pushed inside you, you were done for. It only took a few pumps for you to shatter apart, gushing on his fingers, squeezing them, crying out his name as your hands wound themselves even tighter into his silky hair.
The way your pussy clenched around him, tight and wet and just begging for his cock, made his eyes roll back as he lapped up the last of the wetness spilling out of you.
When he finally detached himself, wiping your juices off his chin with the back of his hand, he melted.
You looked divine. Your chest, damp with sweat and flushed deep red as your deep, heavy breaths moved it up and down. Your thighs, still spread wide, wet with your release and covered in purple marks. Your lips, swollen from biting them as you unsuccessfully held back the sounds of your pleasure. And your eyes, blown wide and glassy as you looked back up at him, silently begging for more. Everything about you was somehow beyond perfect, he felt his heart twist and clench and he knew that he wanted you, that he needed you, all of you, in every possible way.
You felt it too. It was more than just regular attraction or pleasure. This was completely unlike any sexual experience you'd ever had, and he wasn't even inside you yet. He just understood you, without even needing to ask. He knew your body like it was an extension of his own, taking you apart and putting you back together effortlessly.
When he leaned in, taking your face in his hand, your eyes locked. He was asking, making sure you still wanted more, even though that seemed silly in your desperate state. His thumb ran gently over your bottom lip, and you took the opportunity to suck it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his finger in a way that made him shudder.
You nodded up at him, and that was all he needed. You let out a sharp gasp, grabbing onto his shoulder with all your strength at the first nudge of his tip between your folds. You moaned around his finger, eyes still on his, lashes fluttering, tears almost spilling over when he finally pushed inside.
He started out slow, filling you completely with every push, getting so deep and stretching you so perfectly you saw stars. When your eyes squeezed shut he took your face in his hand, pressing a kiss to your lips before demanding, “Eyes on me, angel.”
You did as he said, looking back up at him as he rolled his hips just right, every ridge and vein hitting the most sensitive spot perfectly. His thumb stayed between your lips, moaning around it helplessly as he began to pick up the pace.
The way he looked down at you, eyes so full of admiration and lust and need brought you even closer to the edge. You both knew in that moment, that there was no way this could just be a fleeting, one time thing, you needed more of each other, the connection, the electricity, that spark was too intense.
“You're taking me so well baby, so fucking perfect.”
“And all yours.” You mumbled, without a second thought.
You watched Baekhyun's eyes roll back, shoulders tensing, leaning back to fuck you at a slightly different angle that had you screaming his name.
He threw your legs over his shoulders, fully sitting up and fucking you hard into the mattress. Every time he bottomed out he felt the way your whole body shook, and he knew it wouldn't be long until you reached your peak. His eyes traveled down your body, from your tits that bounced in time with his punishing thrusts down to your swollen pussy as it swallowed his length greedily, leaving his cock wet with your arousal. He saw the slight bulge in your belly when he was sheathed fully inside you, and something in him snapped, the last of his self control being thrown to the wind.
He pressed a hand to your lower belly, fucking you deeper, harder, and all at once, you came apart, mind splintering, gasping his name as you came on his length. He kept fucking you through it, groaning at the way your cunt fluttered and squeezed and somehow got even wetter, even more perfect.
He slowed down when he saw the tears spill over, not wanting to overwhelm you. He was kissing you, whispering praises into your skin as he kept rolling his hips, slow but deep.
“Your pussy feels like fucking paradise.”
“Such a good girl, cumming on my cock, so fucking tight and wet and perfect.”
“Baekhyun..” you mumbled, mindless, completely spent, and somehow still desperate for more of him.
After a few moments of his slower, more calculated thrusts, you began to push your hips back up into him, chasing more contact. You could tell he was getting close too, feeling the way he throbbed inside you, no longer keeping up a steady rhythm.
Before you could even react to his movements he rolled his body to have you on top, straddling him as you sat in his lap with him still deep inside.
“Ride me.” He said, and you planted both hands on his chest, sliding him out of you, only leaving the tip just barely inside before sinking all the way down, letting your body weight push him into you even deeper than before. When you started bouncing, impaling yourself on his cock over and over he reached out for you, grabbing at your hips and chest, kneading the soft skin. He sat up, sucking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and driving you even closer to the edge of insanity, for the third time that morning.
He left even more marks, your bouncing tits now bruised just like your thighs, the sight of his marks on you blooming something needy and possessive inside him. He rolled you onto your back once more, folding you in half, his thumb going down to your clit to push you even closer, now that he was so close to falling himself.
“With me, baby, cum with me.” Your eyes met his and you nodded, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter, until it was crashing over you once more.
“Say my name baby, tell me who makes you feel this fucking good.”
“You, Baekhyun, fuck.”
This orgasm was somehow even stronger than the last two, washing over you in wave after wave, prolonged by his last few thrusts, pushing as deep as he could get before filling you with his release.
He shook, overtaken by how tightly you squeezed him as he came, nearly delirious at the intensity of it all. You were no better off as he took in the sight of you, writhing, arching, at the overstimulation. Your cheeks were a deep red and wet with tears, lips quivering and chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat sticking to your skin making you positively glow in the morning light.
He collapsed on top of you, lips pressing themselves to your neck, worshipping you in his post orgasmic haze.
“Stay.” He found himself mumbling, “Please stay.”
You just nodded, and you both knew, this was only the beginning.
