⟡ summary: having a bad week couldn't be that bad when you have junmyeon.
⟡ content: mdni, smut, fluff, established relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), so much praising, cum eating, aftercare | pussydrunk!junmyeon x f!reader | wordcount: 2.3k words
⟡ a/note: ugh, let's just ignore that it's only tuesday. i've been in such a soft, romantic mood for domestic!myeon lately and this req from my dear 😼 was literally perfect for writing some soft smut. hope you guys love it !!
“Babe, you home?”
Junmyeon found it odd that the living room lights were off—it seemed as if the apartment were empty. He was about to call out to you again when he noticed a soft, dim glow seeping from under the bedroom door.
He hung up his jacket, set his bag down on the armchair, and walked quietly toward the bedroom. Just as he had thought, you were lying on the bed beneath a warm blanket, fast asleep. A flash of concern crossed his mind when he noticed you were wearing only a robe. Stepping carefully so as not to startle you, he checked that your hair wasn’t wet and gently reached to pull the blanket higher to keep you warm.
Just then, you opened your eyes lazily.
“Myeon?” You blinked several times, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Shit. I fell asleep.”
“Don’t worry, princess. I’m right here.” He smiled warmly, sinking onto the bedside carpet to gently stroke your cheek. “You okay?”
You hesitated, reluctant to worry him, but the faint flicker in your expression gave you away. “I’m just tired.”
“Bad day?” He smoothed a strand of hair behind your ear, coaxing a soft yawn from your lips.
You nodded. “Bad week, actually.” You started to push yourself up, but he gently held you in place. “Babe, wait—I haven’t even put on my pajamas yet.”
“I can get those for you, baby.” Junmyeon pressed a tender kiss to your temple, then stood up and headed toward the closet. “Anything else? Are you cold? Hungry?”
“Oh, no, no.” You sat up sluggishly, rubbing your eyes. “I still need to brush my hair, put on lotion, charge my phone, and—”
“I can do all of that for you.”
A soft smile broke across your face. There was that familiar, devoted tenderness in Junmyeon’s eyes—the very same look he gave you every single day. As he set your pajamas on the edge of the bed, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a sweet, slow kiss.
“You’re so, so sweet,” you murmured against his lips.
He cupped your hands in his, his own smile matching yours. “But I can handle it, Myeon. I’m just tired, not sick.”
“I know you can, love” He pressed a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. “Just lemme take care of you tonight, okay?”
The last of your stubbornness dissolved, replaced by a quiet sigh of relief as you gave a small nod. Shifting to sit on the edge of the bed with your back to him, you felt the mattress give slightly as Junmyeon settled behind you with your hairbrush.
He moved with effortless care, holding the roots of your hair with one hand while drawing the brush through the ends so he wouldn’t pull on any tangles. The slow, rhythmic strokes were so soothing they almost made you drift off again.
“So...” Junmyeon coaxed softly, his warm breath fanning across the nape of your neck before he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your exposed shoulder. “What happened?”
With the tension finally leaving your body, you began recounting the endless week, the unreasonable stress, and the frustration of feeling overworked. Junmyeon listened intently, humming softly in understanding and occasionally pausing his brushing to rest his chin on your shoulder, absorbing every word.
“You worked so hard, baby,” he murmured gently, brushing a soft kiss behind your ear. “Anyone with eyes can see how brilliant your ideas are. You’re the most capable person, and if they can’t appreciate that, it’s entirely their loss.”
His quiet praise warmed you from the inside out. Once your hair was smooth and tangle-free, he set the brush on the nightstand and picked up the lotion.
Remaining behind you, Junmyeon loosened the belt of your robe, letting the plush fabric slip gently down your arms to expose your shoulders and back. He pumped a bit of cream into his hands, warming it between his palms before pressing them against your skin. His thumbs worked in slow, firm circles, smoothing the lotion over your shoulders, down the length of your arms, and across the broad expanse of your back, massaging away every last drop of stress.
“My beautiful girl.”
Every few strokes, he leaned forward to leave a trail of soft, lingering kisses along your spine and the curve of your neck. When he finished with your upper body, Junmyeon quietly shifted, sliding off the bed and sinking back onto his knees on the carpet right between your legs.
He took your feet in his hands first, his warm palms rubbing away the ache of a long week before smoothing the lotion up over your calves and knees. Every movement was slow, deliberate, and worshipful. As his hands slid further up your thighs, he leaned in, pressing a row of tender, deliberate kisses against the soft skin of your inner thighs, sending a sudden wave of shivers straight down your spine.
You let out a soft gasp, your fingers instinctively tangling into his hair.
Junmyeon paused, glancing up through his lashes with a fond, knowing glint in his eyes as he felt you tremble. “Cold?” he asked softly, though the faint smirk on his lips proved he knew better.
“No,” you whispered, your heart fluttering as his hands continued their journey upward, gathering the edges of your robe. “Just... you.”
He chuckled softly, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to your lips before trailing his mouth up to your jawline.
“You deserve to be completely spoiled, babe,” he murmured against your skin, his hands resting gently on your waist. “You survived a nightmare this week; you handled it with so much grace, and… you still look absolutely breathtaking. You knew that?”
The shift in the room was magnetic. As his kisses grew warmer against your skin, a sudden, heavy warmth bloomed deep inside you.
The look in Junmyeon’s eyes softened into a heady mix of pure adoration and burning desire. Slipping his hands up to rest against your hips, he smoothed the last of the lotion over your skin, sending a fresh wave of shivers straight down your spine that pulled a soft moan from your lips.
Junmyeon’s breath hitched at the sound. “Can I…?”
“Y-yes,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper against the quiet of the room, nodding just as the thought of him eating you out.
Junmyeon leaned in closer, his lips tracing a fiery path down your thighs, worshipping every inch of you as if he had been waiting, craving all day just for this exact moment. Junmyeon gently kissed the inside of your thighs before his lips touched your pussy—first a soft kiss, then a firm lick.
Your toes curled, your fingers instinctively tangling into his soft hair as his hands held your legs steady. “Oh—oh my god…”
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “So perfect.”
His tongue slid along your slit; his warm breath seemed to burn where it touched as he whispered intoxicated praises you could barely hear. He was completely insatiable, desperate to drink in every part of you, burying his face deeper as his lips parted against your sensitive folds with a greedy, feverish devotion.
“Let me make you feel good, baby,” he growled, his tongue thrusting rhythmically against your entrance, his fingers slowly sliding upward, exploring more of your skin. “Just relax, love. Leave it all to me.”
“Myeon—” you whimpered in a barely audible whisper, clutching his hair more tightly to anchor yourself against the sudden, overwhelming sensation. Your legs squeezed instinctively around his face, your hips lifting and rocking back and forth in an uneven, helpless rhythm toward him. “You feel so—fuck—so good,” you breathed.
Junmyeon let out a low, gravelly growl against your skin, a dark, satisfied smirk curving his lips before he buried his face completely into you again, his nose grinding. He was utterly drunk on your taste, lost to the sensation as his mouth and tongue worked in seamless tandem—slurping firmly at your clit and pressing deep, wet kisses into your folds. He made sure you felt the absolute weight of his devotion, the relentless heat of his breath, and the endless stream of unraveled worship pouring from his lips.
“So sweet… fuck, baby—you taste so good,” he rasped, his voice thick and breathless, tumbling out in a feverish, intoxicated blur between greedy licks. “So fucking good…”
His hands were everywhere, ghosting over your flushed skin with a needy, possessive touch as they dragged up the curve of your waist to squeeze your hips. When one of his palms slid higher and firmly cupped your breast, your free hand scrambled blindly across the sheets before covering his, clutching his fingers tightly as if trying to anchor yourself to anything solid.
You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The pressure building in your core crashed over you with terrifying speed, giving you barely enough time to gasp out a warning.
“M-Myeon—oh god, wait—I’m—fuck!” you whimpered, your voice cracking into breathless, broken cries as the first sharp wave of your orgasm hit.
Your thighs clamped tightly around his face, trapping him against you in a desperate reflex. A low, muffled moan tore from Junmyeon’s throat at the sudden pressure, but rather than pulling back, his hands locked onto your body to hold you firmly in place, his palm heavy and warm beneath your trembling grip. He refused to let up for even a second, drinking you with a worshipful intensity. His tongue cleaned up every slick drop of your juices, the wet, heavy sounds filling the quiet room alongside your helpless whimpers.
“That’s it, baby… give it all to me,” he murmured against your slick skin, his words muffled against your flesh as he kept lapping at you through every pulse. “Ah… fuck, you’re doing so good.”
“Babe—ah! Myeon, please—” you sobbed out in a high, trembling whisper, your knuckles white as one hand pulled at his hair and the other squeezed his hand against your chest.
Overwhelmed by the sensory overload, your hips continued to buck and rock unevenly against his face. Junmyeon matched your frantic rhythm stroke for stroke, his tongue relentlessly coaxing out every last vibration of your peak until you were left completely unravelled, trembling violently in his hold.
As the overwhelming intensity finally slowed and subsided into a soft, lingering warmth, Junmyeon’s touch never once lost its gentle, deliberate focus. He remained on his knees on the carpet between your legs for a long moment, his chest rising and falling in steady, heavy breaths. When he finally looked up, his lips were visibly swollen and bright.
“You okay, love?” Junmyeon asked softly, his voice a low, raspy purr that sent a fresh wave of warmth straight to your cunt.
“Myeon… I’m more than okay,” you whimpered weakly, your voice still breathless as you stared down at him. “You’re incredible. Seriously.”
A proud, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his red lips. “I told you I was gonna spoil you tonight, didn’t I?”
With breathtaking patience, he reached for a soft tissue. His movements were so gentle and reverent it felt like a silent act of worship, every touch making sure you felt completely cared for, protected, and cherished down to the smallest detail.
“It’s okay, babe,” you murmured, shifting slightly on the mattress. “You don’t have to.”
“Just a second, lemme get you all fresh,” he whispered, leaning up to press a quick, reassuring kiss to your knee.
Only when he knew you were comfortable, he reached for your pajamas on the edge of the bed. Remaining on his knees, he guided you and helped you slip into them. His hands lingered over every seam, his fingers brushing against your skin at every opportunity as if he simply couldn’t bear to break physical contact.
“There, sweet girl,” he coaxed softly, smoothing the fabric over your shoulders and buttoning it up with careful, deliberate fingers. “So cozy.”
“Thank you, Myeonnie,” you whispered, feeling your eyelids grow heavy under his attentive gaze.
Once you were dressed, he gently hooked his arms under your back and knees, lifting you with effortless care to position you comfortably against the pillows.
As he leaned over to pull the warm comforter up to your chin, the sight of his kiss-swollen lips hovering just inches away made a sudden wave of shyness wash over you. Driven by a quiet, spontaneous burst of affection, you reached up, wrapped your arms securely around his neck, and pulled him down into a sweet, lingering kiss—stealing the taste of him right back.
Junmyeon let out a low, muffled sound of surprise and delight against your mouth, his entire body melting as he collapsed onto the mattress beside you.
“Oh? What was that?” he murmured into the tiny space between your lips, a fond, breathtaking smile breaking across his face as he noticed the rosy blush deepening on your cheeks.
“You deserved it,” you mumbled, hiding your face slightly against his shoulder as the sudden shyness settled in. “You took such good care of me.”
“I’ll always take care of you,” he replied fiercely, without a second of hesitation. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest in a sweet embrace. Junmyeon tucked his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and peppering soft, worshipful kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, and the tip of your ear. “You have no idea how much I love doing this for you. You deserve the entire world, but until I can give you that, you’re stuck with me taking care of you like this.”
“I don’t mind being stuck with you,” you giggled softly, the sound muffled against his chest as you tightened your arms around his shoulders.
“Good, because I’m not letting go tonight. Or ever,” he whispered, his thumb stroking soothing, endless circles over your hip beneath the blanket. “Sleep, baby. I’m right here.”
oh im blushing so much :(((((((( you really know how to write soft downbad junmyeon 🥹😭🥹😭🥹😭 like youve got this down to a science that i feel so sad when i finish the story. i need a man like him frl
mdni | baekhyun x f!reader | written on my phone before bed so it’s kind of shit | starts out soft but then becomes hard, lowkey hard dom baek, p in v, somewhat bratty reader, spanking, biting (this really got out of hand really quickly)
baekhyun holds you like you’re his world, his stars, his universe at any time, all the time, but especially like this.
you’re perched in his lap, thighs bracketing his waist, your hands cupped on either side of his face. you kiss him softly, gently, like you have all the time in the world. his arms are wrapped around your waist, lovingly holding you against him like if he lets go, you’ll slip from his grasp.
his hands are restless, though. your skin prickles when you feel his touch slide under the back of your shirt, cold hands leaving goosebumps in their wake. he presses in between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward, your chests touching as you tuck your head under his chin.
his hands slide back down, down, down, breaching the waistband of your sweatpants and cupping your ass with firm, steady hands. you sigh, content, ready for the next stop of his wandering touch.
only.
there isn’t one.
he kneads your skin just as he shifts his hips, rolling your body against his. a shaky gasp tumbles from your lips when you feel just how hard he is.
“b-baek,” you whimper, looking up at him.
“shh.” he rocks up into you, harder this time, the friction of his clothed erection good enough to make your legs twitch but frustratingly not enough. he captures your lips once more, but gone is the unhurried, lazy makeout. no, now there’s some urgency, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you gasp again.
you break apart, and the sight of a single string of saliva connecting the two of your mouths is nearly enough to make you moan. “need you. now,” he grunts.
you nod, and that’s all he needs to pull your sweats and panties off of you, shoving his own bottoms down to his thighs, impatient and frustrated. you sink down onto him, rolling your hips onto his length.
you assumed since you were on top that you’d be setting the pace.
you assumed incorrectly.
he shakes his head at you, eyes glinting wolfishly before he wraps his arms around you once again, pinning your arms to your sides. you fall onto his chest before he slams up into you.
“oh fuck! baekhyun!” you’re powerless like this, biting down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. he groans, a deep, primal sound. he plants his feet on the floor to better drive into you, holding you tight as you bounce on his cock.
“baby-” he pants into your ear harshly. “fuck, i’m gonna cum.”
“already?” you tease.
SMACK! your ass cheek burns where he swatted you and you buck in his hold, your orgasm coming fast and hot. you cry out his name, screwing your eyes shut.
“already?” he mocks, thrusting into you brutally. he cums with a stuttered groan, biting into your shoulder, leaving a mark on your skin that mirrors the one on his own.
“lucky for you,sweetheart,” he huffs, flipping you onto your back. “just because i came doesn’t mean i’m done with you. not even fucking close.”
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believe it or not this was supposed to be a sweet dry humping thing idk what happened i’m in a mood
synopsis: In order to bring glory to his hometown, Baekhyun must bring back the body of a siren. He wasn't expecting the one he met to be so kind (or so beautiful).
word count: 3.9k
content: Baekhyun x f!reader | fantasy au, angsty | siren!reader
warnings: profanity, mention of dead parents but it's not focused on, angsty elements
a/n: day 5 of @k-halloween-week (theme: hunters). ngl i am not super up on this one yall. i think it definitely would benefit from expansion into a larger world that i kind of ran out of time to develop. i may come back to this idea someday in the future!
The air is salty, more water than oxygen at this point. Baekhyun hardly notices it anymore. Nor does he notice the chill that seems to have set deep inside of his bones, or the way that his fingers are permanently pruny and wrinkled from exposure to the sea. The only thing on his mind is how close he is. He can feel it.
Ever since he was old enough to join his grandfather on fishing trips, he’d heard stories of the sirens. Anyone who managed to bring back the body of one would become the pride of the entire country, and the hero’s hometown would be showered in riches for generations. For Baekhyun’s little fishing village, that would mean the end of any hardship, any heartache. That’s why his father had set out to do that very same thing years ago and never returned.
Baekhyun cross-checks his notes with the map twice. Three times. Every reported siren spotting that had occurred in the last hundred years by someone who lived to tell the tale had happened here. Somewhere among the outcropping of rocks that jut out from beneath the vast ocean. He scans the horizon, looking for any sort of movement. Nothing.
“Fuck,” he mutters, looking back down at his calculations. He only has enough provisions for a handful of days before he has to turn back. He can’t waste it waiting for a siren to show up.
If they’re even real, he thinks bitterly. He sails around a significantly large outcropping, looking for any signs of life at all.
Then, a splash.
He whirls around, eyes darting wildly across the sea behind him. Rippling circles betray the otherwise perfect image of stillness. Something’s here.
He scrambles for his plugs and stuffs them into his ears, the sponge molding quickly to the shape, perfectly sealing out any noise. He crosses to the other side of the boat and looks off into the distance at a small skerry. He isn’t completely sure, but he thinks he might see hair floating in the water behind the small rock.
Baekhyun grabs his spear and holds it below the edge of the boat, so that if there were a siren, she wouldn’t see the weapon in his hands. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and does the one thing that he thinks is going to set him apart from all those hopeful heroes that came before him.
He sings.
Baekhyun opens his lips and sings an old song that his mother taught him years ago. He sings it over and over, letting the melody flow from his lungs. After the fifth time, his voice falters. Maybe this was a stupid plan and he’s going to die out here after all. But then, the hair moves. A pair of eyes peeks up the side of the rock. Not murderous, or even malicious at all. Curious.
Baekhyun smiles, kneeling down in the boat, continuing to sing. His free hand stretches out towards the figure, palm turned upward in a sign of goodwill. Come here, he thinks. Come here so I can kill you quickly.
The siren peeks out further, her face now fully visible. Baekhyun stumbles over a word. Of course he had heard about how beautiful sirens are, how their beauty and their voice are exactly what made them so difficult to kill. But that truly hadn’t prepared him for seeing one in person.
The siren starts to float closer, swimming towards Baekhyun’s boat. His grip tightens on his spear. Come on, a little further, that’s it…
Suddenly, the siren gasps, her entire body jerking backwards. Baekhyun almost asks her what’s wrong before a hand bursts out of the water underneath him, grabbing his free wrist. Before he can even take another breath, he’s yanked out of the boat with inhuman strength, and sinks into the deep, dark water below.
The human is handsome, you think.
You watch him as he sleeps on the shore of the cove. He nearly died, would have, if Mother weren’t so angry at you. “You were weak, so he’s your responsibility,” she had said, tossing his limp body towards you. “Take care of it.”
You had swam as fast as you’d ever swam in your life, taking him to a hidden cove that only you knew about. You were almost sure that his lungs wouldn’t have been able to take it, but you’d always been too fast for anyone’s good. You had gotten him up to shore and put your ear against his chest, finding a heartbeat. Faint, slow, but present.
That was hours ago. You thought about leaving him there. Having any sort of interaction with humans was strictly forbidden, punishable by banishment. Just the act alone of saving him could get you in serious trouble, but something about him kept pulling you to stay. You pace in between the rocks, caught between waiting just a while longer and deciding to put him out of his misery. It’s not like you hadn’t seen a human before, hell, it’s not like you hadn’t killed one before. But he was… different.
It was his voice.
His voice could honestly rival one of your own kind. You had been ready, poised to tip over his boat and drag him down to the murky depths just as you had done countless times before. But then he opened his mouth and sang. And as if possessed, all you could do was watch him. He had reached his hand out, looked so friendly, and for the first time in all your years, you thought about maybe reaching back and taking it. Of course, when his boat capsized, you saw the weapon floating past you, a grim reminder that it was a trap, and you had almost fallen for it.
The human stirs, then coughs violently, seawater spilling from the corners of his mouth. His eyes fly open, dark circles of panic as his hands go to grasp at the coarse sand. He sits up, wheezing, his chest heaving as he sucks in gulps of air. You press yourself against the rock but you’re too late — his eyes find yours instantly.
“You —” he croaks. His head turns wildly on the sand, searching for something. “Where’s my stuff — where am I?”
“You swallowed a lot of water, you should calm down,” you say quietly.
He laughs bitterly. “Calm down? You tried to kill me!”
You bristle at his tone. “You tried to kill me. And I actually saved you. If I wasn’t told to take care of you, you’d be at the bottom of the ocean right now. My mother was about to rip you to shreds.”
The human huffs, his nostrils flaring in anger. “Fuck.”
“You could at least thank me,” you say, your eyebrows creasing together. “You’ll be safe here.”
“How am I going to get home?” he asks.
You pause. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
He sighs, wiping his face roughly with the palm of his hand. “You should have let me die,” he mumbles.
Silence settles over the cove, the only noise being the gentle lapping of the tide against the shore. He seems defeated, entirely different from his calm, pleasant demeanor on the boat. An inkling of guilt starts to tug at your throat. Maybe you should have killed him.
“You have a beautiful voice,” you say, finally.
You half-expect to be met with more hostility, but the human looks up from his hands, his eyes less despairing. “Thank you,” he says. “I would say you do too if the sound of it wouldn’t make me want to drown myself.”
Under the surface of the water, your tail flicks self-consciously. “We wouldn’t have to use it if your people didn’t want us dead so badly.”
“We wouldn’t want you dead so badly if our men would return from sea.”
“There aren’t even really fish out here!” you exclaim. “The only reason that you humans need to venture out this far is because you specifically want to hunt us.”
He falls silent, then lays back down, turning his back to you. “I appreciate you trying to save me but I think it’d be better if you just left me here to die now.”
You swallow, staring at the back of his head. He doesn’t move, doesn’t make another sound. You slip back below the surface of the water.
When you’re gone, Baekhyun takes stock of his surroundings.
The island he’s on is tiny. It takes him maybe half an hour to walk around the whole perimeter. Thankfully, there’s enough dry driftwood to make a fire for at least a couple of nights. Other than the cove, which provides some shelter, there isn’t much to speak of in terms of survival resources. Without food or water, he’s fucked.
He thinks of you. Your innocent, curious face twisted up into anger at his words. The shimmering of your tail that he could just make out below the water’s surface. The way that he probably ruined his only chance of making it out of here alive by pissing you off. He sighs, holding his hands out next to his makeshift fire to hopefully ward off some of the chill in his bones. He just hopes that death will be quick and painless.
A thud sounds from close to the shore. Baekhyun strains his eyes against the dark before another thud lands closer to him. It’s a fish, tossed up onto the beach. He stands, going to gather the first one that had been thrown.
“Thank you,” he says, even though he can’t see you. “And… you’re right, you know.”
You don’t answer, but he hears irregular splashing from behind a rock. He continues, “We only ever come out here to do one thing. But we do it because if we manage to… bring one of you back, it will help our families. You understand, right?”
You swim out from the rock’s side. “Did you ever think that we have families too?”
Baekhyun winces. “I know. I’m sorry. Can you please help me get back home?”
You blink. “We will have to pass back through where you came. I can time it so that we’ll leave when my mother and I are supposed to keep watch, and I can set up a distraction. It will be very dangerous for both of us.”
“If you help me get back, I’ll try to get everyone to stop hunting your people. Please. I just want to go home.” His voice cracks unexpectedly on the last word, and suddenly it hits him all at once just how scared he is.
You seem to sense it too. “Okay. We’ll leave in five days time.”
He sighs in relief. “Thank you. My name is Baekhyun.”
You smile, and it’s so dazzlingly beautiful that he forgets how to breathe for a second. You introduce yourself to him. The syllables sound like starlight falling from your lips.
You come to Baekhyun when you can, which ends up mostly being at night. It rains sometime on the second day, and that night when you visit him he’s in much higher spirits. “I collected the rainwater,” he explains. “I feel a lot better now.”
“Why don’t you just drink from the ocean?” you ask, confused.
“Humans can’t drink ocean water. We need it fresh.”
He teaches you a lot about humans. It turns out that when Baekhyun isn’t nearly drowned, starving, or thirsty, he’s very talkative and pleasant to be around. He tells you about his village, and how when he isn’t fishing he’s teaching music to the children of his community. He wants to save up enough money to travel the world and leave his country, to see mountains and big cities and deserts.
You tell him things too. You tell him about growing up paranoid that one day humans would come and destroy everything you ever loved. Your mother, who was supposed to be the one who made you feel safe, only stoked those fears, trying to harden your heart against the enemy. You were much, much younger than your peers when you started to join the adults on their watches. You dragged your first man down into the depths at only eleven, pulling him down, down, down until his body went limp.
“I lost my father out here. To your kind,” he admits quietly. “I don’t suppose you recognize him in me?”
You scan his face carefully, but the truth is the men have been countless over the years. Even if it was you who killed Baekhyun’s father, there would be no way for you to know, to pick out the distinct features that you purposely try to forget so that the memories of their ghosts don’t haunt you at night. “It must not have been me,” you say instead.
On the fourth night, the night before you plan on bringing Baekhyun back home, Sehun spots you as you are about to swim off to visit Baekhyun again. “Where’re you going?” he calls out. “It’s the Lunaloo festival tonight.”
You curse under your breath. “I can’t this year. Mother has me on the night watch.”
Sehun raises an eyebrow. “Damn, that’s tough. Well, I’ll save you some kelp-cakes.”
“Wait, Sehun.” You swallow, steeling yourself. Once you ask for this favor, there’s no turning back. “Do you still have that sleeping stuff? I’ve just been really having a hard time.”
He nods. “Yeah, I can leave it for you before you come back tonight.”
You swim off, anxiety already forming in your stomach. The plan’s been set in motion.
Baekhyun perks up when he hears you swimming up to the shore. “Thank you,” he says, taking the fish from your hands. “Is everything set for tomorrow?”
You nod, your expression nervous. “Think so. Make sure to be awake as early as possible. We’re going to need all the time we can get.”
His guard is down while he prepares his dinner, chatting away with you about various topics. The sun has long since slipped beyond the horizon, the ocean and sky both an inky black. He misses home, don’t get him wrong, but all things considered he’s grown fond of this: speaking with you, no responsibilities, just the open sky and open sea surrounding him.
“You wanna see something cool?” you ask, smiling softly. “It’s almost time.”
“Time for what?” You merely shush him, and for the first time since meeting you, you hoist yourself onto the shallow edge of the shore. Baekhyun sees your tail fully — colors that swirl against each other in an ethereal pattern, scales adorning your lower half before ending in long, curved fins. He’s never seen anything like it.
“Come sit with me,” you say, patting the wet sand next to you. Almost magnetized, he does so.
He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be looking at exactly, staring out at the vast expanse of dark sea. But then, floating up from the depths, are iridescent spheres emitting a soft, teal glow. Their number grows exponentially, until it seems like an endless amount of them fill the cove.
“Jellyfish?” he asks in awe, his voice coming out in a hushed whisper.
“I suppose that would be your name for them,” you reply. You look gleeful, reaching out a hand into the water to brush the top of one that drifts close enough. “We call them Lunaloos. They migrate every three years, and we always wish them happy travels. I’ve never seen them this close to the surface, though.”
Baekhyun stares at you in wonder. The light from the jellyfish casts a soft glow onto your features, highlighting them just right. His gaze drifts from your bright eyes, the curve of your cheeks, down to your soft lips. He genuinely can’t think of any sight more beautiful than the one before him right now.
You look at him, catching him in his thoughts. You smile shyly, the corners of your lips quirking upward. “Do you not find them beautiful?” you ask.
“Of course I do,” he murmurs. “You’re just… distracting me.”
You exhale sharply in a silent laugh, turning your attention back toward the Lunaloos. “You’re an interesting person, Baekhyun. I’ll miss you.”
Baekhyun’s mood instantly sours. The two of you watch the jellyfish in silence, not a single word exchanged until they depart, plunging you both back into darkness.
You slip back into your home before anyone returns. Carefully, you creep to your bedroom where Sehun had attached a small vial to your windowsill filled with the sleeping drug that you used to take when visions of vengeful sailors plagued your nights. You slip its contents into the vitamin drink that Mother drinks every night before bed, then get into bed for a restless night.
In the morning, you’re relieved to find her still fast asleep an hour past when she’s supposed to have awoken. You swim as fast as you possibly can back towards Baekhyun. Anxiety is settled deep into your stomach, trying desperately to push away any thoughts of what might happen to you, what might happen to Baekhyun, if you’re caught.
“Morning,” he says as soon as you arrive. He’s less cheery today; his nerves displayed plainly on his face.
“You’ll have to ride on my back,” you tell him in lieu of greeting. “It’ll be faster that way.”
Baekhyun’s arms are warm as they lock around your shoulders, his legs wrapping around your hips. The weight of him is strong, sturdy, but nothing that you haven’t carried before. The two of you set off on your journey, your strides strong and steadfast.
An hour slips by. This is the most treacherous part, skimming above your village. You use the cover of the rocks to help you, darting to and from them. All the while, Baekhyun clings to you like a second skin, not daring to let go of you for even a second.
“There!”
The voice, vaguely familiar as belonging to someone from your village, comes from somewhere behind you. Immediately, your body kicks into overdrive, your tail flicking strong, propelling you and Baekhyun forward.
“How long can you hold your breath?” you ask, panicked.
“Maybe a minute?” he stammers. “Is that enough?”
“It’ll be okay. Don’t let go.” You dip below the surface, now using your full strength to swim harder than you ever have in your life. Adrenaline flows through you as easily as the water around you. Baekhyun’s grip remains steady around you, and you do your best to maintain speed with his weight on you. After a minute, you rise to the surface, slowing down as you do but still trying your best.
You’re both heaving — Baekhyun gasping for oxygen and you shuddering as sobs rip through your chest.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
You nod, pushing through it. It wouldn’t do either of you any good to tell him about the implications of what just transpired. “Let’s just get you home.”
The hours pass by, the sun traveling high into the sky and then slipping back down again as the day passes. Your muscles ache, but with nothing but open water around you, you’d have nowhere to set Baekhyun down as you rest. You push on, willing your body to just make it a little while longer. “There it is,” Baekhyun murmurs against your shoulder, exhaustion clear in his voice as well. A large landmass looms ahead, a giant coast that you’d only heard stories of. Baekhyun’s home.
You spot an empty area of beach to set him down. You collapse onto the shore, your arms trembling as you try to push yourself up. Baekhyun scrambles off of you and helps you get to an area that’s covered by rocks, shielded away from prying eyes.
His expression is alarmed, and that’s when you realize that you’re crying again. “What’s the matter?” he asks.
You shake your head, trying to get the words out through tears. “They saw me with you,” you say shakily. “They’ll never let me back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s forbidden. Any sort of interaction with humans. I’m as good as dead.” You fist Baekhyun’s shirt, pulling him down towards you as the idea strikes. “You have to kill me.”
“What?” His eyes widen, grabbing your wrists. “No. I can’t.”
“Please, Baekhyun. You could kill me, take the rewards, and go see the mountains.”
His lips are set in a firm line. He shakes his head decisively. “No. Listen, I’m going to talk to my village. I’ll convince them to stop hunting your people. And then you can tell yours that we stopped because of you. They’ll let you back in.”
“You don’t know them, Baek,” you cry.
“But I know you,” he says softly. He wipes a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “And you were kind enough to me. There has to be some kindness like that with the others.” He licks his lips, his eyes searching the depths of yours. “You saved me. I owe you my life, and I’ll spend the rest of mine repaying you.”
Voices along the beach approach slowly. “We don’t have any more time,” Baekhyun says hurriedly. “Thank you. It’s going to be okay.”
“Baek, I’m scared —”
He interrupts you by pressing his lips against yours. You startle, freezing in his hold before kissing back. His hands cup your face tenderly as you part, his eyes soft and brimming with emotion. “I won’t forget everything you’ve done for me. Go now.”
He helps you back into the ocean and you sink below the surface, watching above as he stands, waving down towards where the voices were. He takes one last look at you through the depths, and then disappears.
Three years pass.
Baekhyun does as he promises. He flags down anyone who will listen, tell his story of how a siren saved his life and brought him back home in one piece. He tells them about you, how the sirens are not malicious, just scared, protecting their home. They’re just like them.
The story slowly spreads. Baekhyun’s village agrees to stop the expeditions. Then, news of nearby villages follow suit. It takes two years for the entire country to agree that the loss from sending people out on siren hunts far exceeds the possibility of any reward. Although not outlawed entirely, the practice falls into obsolescence.
Baekhyun knows not to find you himself. The presence of a human in siren territory would likely put them back on high alert. So, every night, he makes his way down to the beach where he saw you last, staring out at the ocean.
He’s sketching what he remembers of your face one night, the light from his lantern casting his page in a yellow glow, when a different kind of light catches his eye. He sits up fully, squinting out at the distance, where a soft, luminescent glow is slowly making its way to the surface.
And suddenly there you are, swimming among the Lunaloos, approaching him with a shy smile.
Baekhyun stands, running until he’s knee deep in the water. He trips over his own feet in his excitement, falling onto his knees. You laugh. It’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.
“You came back,” he whispers.
“Thanks to you,” you say. “They finally realized I was telling the truth when we hadn’t spotted a human in months.”
He cradles your face, touching you like he’s afraid that you’ll slip away through his fingers. “Are you real?” he asks, just in case.
You grin. “As real as you want me to be.”
He kisses you under the open sky, the stars twinkling above and the ocean glowing below.
i looooooove this!!! im a big fan of the little mermaid so when i saw siren and angst i was preparing for the worst :') but oh goodness this was so beautifully written!! 😫💖💕🩷 the lunaloos scene was breathhhhhtaking i could practically smell the seasalt and feel how blue everything was wooow 🩵💙 i think this might be one of my favourites of your works!! and omfg im so happy with the ending 🥹🥹🥹🥹
+ genre and warnings :: fluff, i always forget to put language as a warning but it’s nothing offensive lol just like,,,, cursing idk, chanyeol is Large and a babie but wbk, descriptions of the reader being physically smaller than chanyeol; i don’t mean to describe them as “thin,” more as just,,, physically smaller/shorter than him lmao
+ notes :: yea so maybe i like chanyeol, too, sue me. very much inspired by own struggles w getting my ears pierced except i didn’t have a stupid boyfriend to help me w it rip. no i will not stop clowning him about his ears i do it out of love
Chanyeol is kind of absent minded. It’s cute, though; endearing in all the right ways. The kind of childish forgetfulness—like asking someone for the time despite wearing a watch and having his phone in his hand, putting his clothes in the dryer only to leave them there for the next four hours, buying food when he’d already cooked dinner the day before.
He seems to also forget that he’s twice your size; evident in the way that he plops his entire body weight on top of yours after he’s showered for the evening.
“Yeol,” you hum, sarcasm peeking through your tone, “Sweetheart, you smell lovely, and your skin is incredibly soft, and I love cuddling with you—truly, I do—but, please try to remember that not all of us six feet tall.”
He chuckles, the reverberations of his laughter resonating throughout your body, and lifts himself up by his arms; maneuvering himself so that he’s on your right side, his left leg draped over your hips, arm splayed across your tummy, and his head resting at the junction of your neck and shoulder.
“Better?” he questions, syllables muffled by your pajamas.
“Yeah,” you laugh, reaching out to stroke his newly blonde hair. He hums at the affection, pressing a kiss to your exposed skin before nestling himself further into your hold.
You stroke through his hair, starting at the top and racking down to his nape. Neither of you speak for a while, the silence comforting and intimate in ways that you can’t describe.
It isn’t until Chanyeol shifts his body that your attention shifts from his hair to his ear. A small, but shiny gold-tone diamond earring gleams in his cartilage. The red skin around the jewelry prompts you to tap him.
“Did you remember to clean your earring after you showered?” you ask, hand falling to his lobe to toy with the much older piercing.
Chanyeol groans, hands flailing childishly at your reminder. “No,” he pouts, “‘M too tired to do it now.”
“Babes, it’ll get infected,” you warn through chuckles, as Chanyeol tries to cuddle your words away.
“One day won’t kill me,” he huffs, looking up at you.
“Okay,” you sing-song, your hand going back to his hair, “But when your ear falls off, I’ll be the first to laugh.”
the house is quiet. too quiet for a sunday morning. jongdae knows you wake up earlier than him on the weekends, but something feels off.
he finds you in the kitchen, making his usual cup of coffee for him. warmth blooms in his chest at your simple action, but something still feels off.
"morning, sweetheart," he mumbles, arms coming to wrap around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck. he can smell his cologne on you from how closely the two of you were cuddled up the night before. the thought makes him smile.
"morning, dae," you say. sing-song, rather. there's a lilt to your voice he doesn't understand. "slept well?"
"mm. head's not hurting too much. i don't think i a lot."
you don't say anything, just continue watching the coffee drip as you go about preparing some cereal.
jongdae tilts his head. did he do something? "you'll tell me if something's wrong, right?" he asks, fingers worrying at his sweater that reaches past his fingertips. "if i said or did something stupid? that hurt you?"
"of course."
"…well?"
"you didn't do anything that hurt me," you say, and he's known you long enough to be able to read between the lines.
"but i did do something stupid."
you turn to face him, palms against the counter. there's a grin on your face too radiant for the morning. it feels like jongdae's looking at the sun.
"maybe."
he sighs. "did i sing and wake up our neighbours again?"
"no."
"did i serenade you?"
you laugh. "no, but i'd like that, i think."
"throw up on the carpet?"
you shake your head. "you just crawled under the covers and slept next to me. you even apologized for waking me up."
that sounds…good, then. what the hell did he do?
"do you really not remember?" you ask, eyes glinting.
jongdae shakes his head, mind drawing blank on the previous night. all he remembers is you being on his mind, from the moment the party wrapped up till minseok dropped him home. he'd been tipsy, but sober enough to unlock the door, slip into his nightclothes and snuggle up behind you in bed.
(and press tens of tiny kisses to every part of your face he could reach because he remembered just how much in love he was with you, even if he had to tone down his affection in favour of your sleep.)
suddenly, one memory pierces his spine enough to make him stand up straight.
no wonder you're looking at him like he just got declared the class clown or something.
"i didn't," he breathes out, mortified, hiding his face in his hands.
"you did," you say, pulling his hands away from his face and replacing them with yours. "you asked me to marry you. even told me what songs you want sung at our wedding."
"that's so…"
"sweet?"
"i was going to say cringey."
"pff. i've been waiting for you to say it again so i know you actually mean it."
jongdae looks at you. of course he meant it. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, filled with silly moments just like this.
a grin breaks out across his lips. he'd holler from the rooftop of your building if you asked him to.
but you're not asking him for any of that.
"marry me," he says, a statement rather than a question. "marry me, sweetheart. i'd love to be your husband forever."
he loves every version of you, but sehun thinks you're the hottest when you're jealous.
he's got you riding him, hands on your ass helping you move on his cock, but you're in a mood of your own.
you lift yourself up only to slam yourself down with a vengeance on his cock, barely letting him take a breath as your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders.
and he loves it. loves being used by you. loves when you love him so much that you need to mark him like you're claiming him. to show the world that he's yours and only yours.
“thought it was funny, did you?” you grit out, pussy squeezing his cock on purpose, making his hips buck up into you. the sudden movement makes you falter for a moment, but you regain your composure. “letting her flirt with you even when i was right there?”
“i didn't—baby—i knew you'd—fuck—step in.”
“and if i didn't?”
“i'd tell her off. you know i would.”
“as if,” you snort. “you just wanted me to react like this. you love when i'm like this.”
you know him too well. sehun's hands slide away from you and come to rest behind his head, watching as you work yourself and him to your climaxes.
to his utter surprise, you pull yourself off just as his abs start twitching, a telltale sign that he's close. he looks at you, jaw dropped, as you settle on his thighs, hands tantalizingly close to his straining cock, but with no intention of touching it.
“baby? why'd you stop?”
“because i don't think you deserve to cum.”
sehun just looks at you for a moment. he could either play this nicely, beg for your pussy like you want him to, beg for you to use him to get yourself off before giving him any gratification, or—he could flip you down with your head down, ass up, and take what he wants.
but he knows in his heart that he'd not be as lenient as you're being if you chatted someone up in front of him with the intention of making him jealous.
so he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your fingers, the way he does when he wants you to melt. he knows it's working when you climb up his body to steal his lips in a kiss he all but gladly gives you. he tangles his hands in your hair, trying to pass every ounce of affection he has for you into your bloodstream.
“i love you,” he says when you pull away. “i love you, and i'm sorry i did that. if it makes you feel better, i can't remember her face. please, let me cum?”
you giggle. “you sound so pathetic, you know that?”
sehun makes his best puppy face at you as his hands trail down your body, thumbing at your nipples before settling on your hips. his long fingers splayed across your skin, feeling the heat of it.
you're all his, the way he's all yours.
“just for you, baby.”
you're still a tease after all his begging, but now that he's in charge of round two, there's no way he's going easy on you.
jealousy makeup sex makes my tummy do that thing!!!!!
and he loves it. loves being used by you. loves when you love him so much that you need to mark him like you're claiming him. to show the world that he's yours and only yours.
⟡ summary: sehun would never turn down a chance to spend his time and money on you—all you had to do was ask.
⟡ content: mdni, smut, sugar daddy au, established relationship, oral sex (m. receiving), facefucking, praising kink, dacryphilia, masturbation, raw sex, cum eating, cumplay, creampie, cockwarming, aftercare, softdom!sehun | ceo!sehun x f!reader | wordcount: 7.2k words
⟡ a/note: omg i'm so sorry for taking so long with this !! it's literally my first time getting 3 similar reqs at once, so here's my contribution for all my besties who wanted ceo!sehun + sugardaddy!sehun hehe. hope you guys enjoy it and tyyy for trusting me to write this. ily all <3
“You like it?”
Sehun looked over your shoulder, his warm, steady breath tickling your skin as his smile lightly brushed against your hair. He slowly looped one of his long arms around your waist, drawing you in until the distance between you completely vanished.
“It’s beautiful.” Your eyes fixed on the necklace with the tiny, glittering diamond on display in the glass showcase. “But it’s really not necessary—you already gave me a—”
“It’s never enough for my princess,” he interrupted, already motioning to the saleswoman to bring it out. Before you could even attempt to protest, Sehun was fastening the cool metal around your neck. “Gorgeous.”
“Sehun…”
“Just a minute, babygirl.”
He pressed a brief kiss to your temple before stepping back—just far enough to settle the bill for your new gift. It became yet another addition to the heavy cluster of shopping bags he had been carrying for you all afternoon, effortlessly bouncing from one luxury brand to the next.
At the office, Sehun was the epitome of an arrogant boss—serious, grumpy, and remarkably cold. He kept his employees at a strict distance and never tolerated a drop in productivity. He knew people considered him cruel, and frankly... he didn’t care. But with you, he had transformed into a completely different person.
No matter how many zeros lined the receipts, his true reward was the look of pure surprise on your face, your delight over the designer accessories, and the way your eyes danced whenever you received something you had been longing for. For Sehun, nothing beat spending his fortune on you, and those quiet, private moments when he finally had you all to himself.
“Ready for dinner?”
In one hand, he balanced the five luxury bags; with the other, he claimed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both walked toward his sleek, black Audi.
You nodded, watching as your boyfriend opened the passenger door, waited for you to slide inside, and carefully placed the bags in the back seat. “It’s your turn to decide the restaurant today, Hunnie,” you said the moment he climbed into the driver’s seat.
Sehun glanced over, a sly, familiar smile playing on his lips. “Today?”
“Uh-huh.” You nodded again, leaning across the console just long enough to steal a quick kiss, leaving a faint burgundy trace of your lipstick on his mouth.
His smile widened as he closed his eyes for a split second, savoring the touch. “Bribing me this early?” When he opened them, he caught the mischievous grin you couldn’t quite hide—the exact expression that always drove him crazy.
“Uh… maybe.”
He chuckled softly before cupping your chin to kiss you properly. His warm hand rested against your bare thigh where your dress parted, his fingers sliding deliberately upward, playing a quiet, wicked game the moment he caught the sound of your soft giggle.
“Cute.”
The atmosphere in the car was thick with contentment. Sehun was humming softly to the radio, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles against your thigh, while your hand rested over his, anchored in the shared quiet of the night. It felt like you were in your own little world, untouchable and serene.
Then, the car’s display screen flickered, shattering the peace. Sehun’s hand went rigid against your skin, his thumb stopping dead in its tracks. He glanced at the dashboard, and you watched as the softness in his features evaporated. His jaw tightened, his features hardening into something jagged and impatient.
He tapped the screen to answer, his voice dropping into that icy, professional tone. “This had better be urgent,” he bit out, his eyes never leaving the road, though the steering wheel was now gripped in a white-knuckled hold.
“S-sir?” The secretary’s voice crackled through the speakers, sounding breathless and terrified. “I-I apologize for the intrusion. I know it’s late, but... the Kim merger... the preliminary contract was leaked, and… and the board is demanding an explanation.”
You could feel the shift in the air. Sehun let out a sharp, incredulous huff—a sound of pure, unadulterated disdain. “The Kim merger?” Sehun repeated, his voice dangerously low. “We went over the security protocols three times this week. How does a confidential document end up in their hands unless someone is incompetent enough to leave it on an unsecured server?”
“We’re trying to trace the source, but—”
“Save the excuses,” he interrupted, his tone cutting through the secretary’s stammering like a razor. “I don’t pay you for trying to do your job. If you haven’t identified the breach and contained the leak by tomorrow morning, don’t bother coming into the office.”
Sehun didn’t wait for a response. With a forceful tap, he killed the call. He just kept his eyes forward; you could see the vein pulsing in his temple. It was the same frustration you’d seen him exhibit before with his employees.
He took a slow, deep breath, struggling to pull the arrogant, cold CEO mask back off and return to being the man you loved. His hand shifted back to your thigh, but his grip was firmer now, more possessive.
“Sorry about that, princess,” Sehun muttered, his voice still edged with lingering irritation. “Some people just refuse to do their jobs without someone treating them.”
You leaned across the console, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his tense jaw, trying to melt away the rigid frustration that had overtaken him. “It’s okay,” you murmured softly. “Breathe, Hunnie. It’s okay.”
You felt the tight muscles in his shoulder give way, a long, weary exhale leaving his lips as he leaned into your touch for a brief second. He knew he had to go back to the office tonight—there was no escaping a mess of this scale—but the thought of cutting your night short clearly irritated him.
“I’ll drop you off at home first, princess.” He glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard. “It will be quick, I promise. I’ll just crack a few heads together and come right back home to you.”
“Hunnie,” you countered softly, shifting in your seat to face him. “Can I come? I can wait for you in your office.”
The car rolled to a stop as the traffic light ahead turned red. Sehun turned his head, staring at you as if he hadn’t quite processed your words. His brow furrowed in genuine confusion, but within a second, that familiar, private smile began to tug at the corner of his lips.
“Come to the office? At this hour?” he asked, his tone laced with amusement. “Sweetheart, you’ll be incredibly bored. I’m going to be dealing with incompetent fools and screaming at them. It’s not exactly a royal reception.”
“I won’t be bored,” you insisted, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I’ll have my phone, and besides, I’d rather be in the same room as you than waiting alone at home. Let me come, please?”
Sehun stared at you for a heartbeat longer, his dark eyes softening completely. The sheer adoration he held for you flooded his expression, replacing every ounce of the anger his secretary had caused.
“You’re far too good to me,” he murmured, turning his hand over to lock his fingers through yours again. He brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently just as the light turned green. “Fine. But the moment you get tired, you tell me, and I’ll clear the room. My couch is yours.”
From your spot on his plush leather couch, you watched the chaos unfold.
Sehun was pacing behind his massive desk, his voice echoing sharply off the glass walls, practically screaming into his phone, demanding answers. Nearby, Hyunwoo, his secretary, was pacing nervously, clutching his own device and taking separate calls, his expression pale and visibly shaken. The man was utterly incapable of looking Sehun directly in the eye.
“Ok, Minseok. Call me as soon as you know something,” Sehun barked into the receiver, slamming the phone down on his desk.
His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked as though it might break under the sheer force of his irritation. He didn’t even need to speak directly to his secretary; he just leveled a dark, freezing glare across the room. Hyunwoo understood the unspoken message immediately. Uttering a string of hurried, trembling apologies, the secretary practically vanished from the room, rushing out the door to keep working on the mess before Sehun truly lost his patience with him.
The heavy glass door clicked shut, leaving the expansive office in a sudden, ringing silence.
You debated staying put on the couch, hesitant to interrupt the intense, brooding focus that still visibly gripped your boyfriend. But the second you shifted against the leather cushions, Sehun reacted. The sharp, furious storm in his dark eyes instantly fractured the moment his gaze landed on you. He dropped his head back against his chair, letting out a heavy, exhausted exhale.
“I’m sorry, princess,” he murmured, his voice drained of all its previous venom. “I promised you this would be quick, and instead, you’re sitting in the middle of a war zone.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Hunnie.”
You closed the distance between you, stepping behind his large leather executive chair and placed your hands gently over his broad, rigid shoulders. As he stubbornly tried to continue typing away on his glowing monitor, you began to massage the tight, knotted muscles at the base of his neck.
Almost instantly, the remaining fight drained right out of him. He stopped typing, slumping back into the chair and leaning into your touch. He closed his eyes, his breathing evening out as he allowed you to be his anchor amidst chaos.
After a long moment, he reached up, gently capturing one of your hands. He brought it to his lips, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the center of your palm. With a soft tug, he guided you around the desk and pulled you straight down onto his lap.
You settled over his thighs immediately, wrapping your arms around him and bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. You leaned in, kissing him with a slow, reassuring softness. Beneath your fingertips, you could literally feel the hard, jagged lines of his face melting away.
“You need to relax, baby,” you whispered.
His hands finally came up to hold you properly. His large palms settled firmly on your waist, pulling you closer against his chest as he kissed you back with a deep, desperate kind of relief.
“You’re making it very difficult to care about a multi-million dollar leak,” he whispered against your lips, a low, genuine hum vibrating in his chest.
“Maybe the boss needs a five-minute break,” you whispered back, your thumbs gently brushing across his cheekbones.
Sehun let out a breathy, quiet chuckle, his thumbs drawing slow, possessive circles against the fabric of your dress. “If I keep looking at you like this, a five-minute break is gonna turn into me locking that door, canceling every meeting, and keeping you on my lap until tomorrow morning.”
You let out a soft, amused hum, leaning in close enough that your lips brushed his lips. “Is that a threat, Mr. Oh?” you purred. “Because I remember you have a very strict policy about productivity.”
Sehun caught on instantly. That sly smile returned to his face, his dark eyes instantly flashing with a wicked heat. He pulled you back down for a deep, lingering kiss, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, anchoring you firmly to his lap.
“My rules don’t apply for what’s mine,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice dropping into a low, shameless growl. “And if I remember correctly, the last time you visited me in this office, you weren’t very concerned about my productivity either. Not when you were moaning my name while I fucked you right on top of this desk.”
A flush crept up your neck, and you let out a breathless giggle, swatting his shoulder playfully. You certainly hadn’t forgotten that day—the thrill of the locked glass doors, the cold polished wood against your skin, and the absolute dominance of him.
“You’re a menace,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, your fingers tangling in his dark hair.
“And you love it,” he murmured back, capturing your lips with a slow, possessive hunger that made the rest of the world fade away entirely.
But the private bubble you had built together exploded in an instant.
A sharp, violent vibration rattled across the hardwood desk, the digital buzz cutting through the quiet room like ice. Sehun froze against your lips, a low groan of pure frustration rumbling in his chest. He didn’t want to look, but the flashing screen revealed Minseok’s name once more.
With a heavy, irritated sigh, Sehun reached over your hip and grabbed the phone, pressing it to his ear without breaking his hold on you. “Tell me you have good news.”
“Check your email right now,” Minseok’s voice came through, clipped and urgent. “You need to see this file.”
You already began to shift your weight, intending to slip off his lap so he could focus on the screen, but Sehun’s grip tightened instantly. His large hands flared against your waist, anchoring you firmly in place.
“Stay,” he muttered, his voice thick with a sudden, returning weight. “Please.”
Seeing the familiar shadow of stress creeping back over his handsome features, you didn’t argue. You stayed right where you were, letting him pull you flush against his chest as he clicked open his inbox, ending the call a minute after.
Even though he didn’t say another word, the heavy silence in the room spoke volumes. He mumbled quietly under his breath, his eyes darting across the glowing text of the leaked files, his jaw clenching so hard a small vein pulsed at his temple. You could feel the rigid, furious tension vibrating through his entire frame; he was incredibly angry, exhausted, and completely aware of how catastrophic this situation truly was.
Yet, despite the storm brewing in his chest, he didn’t lose his temper. He swallowed hard, taking a slow, controlled breath as he began opening document after document, deliberately keeping his patience intact—entirely because you were there.
Wanting to ease the burden, you began to help him relax in the only way you could. You reached up, your fingers working gently to loosen the tight knot of his tie, sliding it down just enough to unbutton the top two buttons of his dress shirt. You stroked his broad shoulders, your touch soft and rhythmic.
Then, your hand wandered lower, slowly downward his torso. It started as a brief, accidental brush across his lap—a barely-there touch that you hadn’t entirely planned. But you felt the immediate, sharp hitch in his breathing. Sehun’s entire body went perfectly still for a fraction of a second, his eyes freezing on the monitor as a low, involuntary hum vibrated deep in his throat.
Seeing that visceral reaction, a bold wave of mischief washed over you. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you let your palm rest flat against his thigh; your other hand deliberately traced his bulge through the expensive fabric of his suit pants.
“You need to relax, Hunnie,” you murmured softly against his ear, your breath warm against his skin.
Sehun let out a shaky, ragged breath. “Gonna take care of me?” His voice was raspy, almost a whisper. He was trying desperately to concentrate on the legal documents flashing before his eyes, breathing deeply.
“Of course, love,” you purred, your lips landing on his jaw for a brief contact.
Before Sehun could even attempt to say something, you gracefully slid off his lap. Dropping down onto the plush carpet, you disappeared completely from his line of sight, settling on your knees in the dark, private space beneath his massive desk.
Your fingers unbuckled his heavy belt and unbuttoned his trousers. You parted the fabric along with his underwear, releasing his semi-rigid cock into your waiting hands. You began to stroke him with a slow, deliberate rhythm—no rush, no pressure, just a steady, mesmerizing motion designed to undo every last bit of his stress.
Sehun leaned back slightly in his executive chair, his head tilting down as he looked past the edge of the desk to meet your gaze. He reached down, his long fingers finding your face, his thumb softly tracing the line of your cheekbone.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” Even with the weight of the company on his shoulders, his voice was smooth and laced.
You leaned your head back slightly, keeping your eyes locked onto his as you parted your lips and trapped his thumb inside your mouth. You sucked on it slowly, your tongue swirling around the sensitive pad of his skin in a rhythmic, intoxicating motion that perfectly matched the steady pace of your hand below.
A heavy, deep hum vibrated right out of Sehun’s chest. His eyes darkened, a dangerous, possessive heat flaring in them as his thumb twitched against your tongue.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, his thumb sliding out of your mouth just enough to hook under your chin, tilting your face up.
Sehun leaned down, dropping low enough over the edge of the large desk to press a deep, bruising kiss to your lips. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with a wicked, heavy heat, a familiar smirk playing on his mouth.
“Minseok is about to ring back,” he warned, his voice a low, raspy whisper that vibrated right against your skin. “If he hears you, princess... you’re going to be in serious trouble. Stay quiet.”
You nodded, your expression the absolute picture of innocence, before you slowly leaned in and took a deliberate, teasing taste of his tip with your tongue.
Sehun let out a sharp, ragged breath, his upper body instantly going rigid as his fingers white-knuckled the edge of the desk. He tried to force his focus back to the glowing monitor, but any hope of concentration completely shattered the moment you began to work in earnest. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive crown while your hand formed a tight fist around his length, setting into a rhythmic pace that had his head rolling back against his chair.
The image was too overwhelming. You sucked and squeezed at the same time, finding a perfect, torturous harmony that had him trapped between the corporate crisis on his screen and the absolute bliss beneath his desk.
Sehun gripped the back of your head, his large palm anchoring you firmly as you wrapped your lips around his cock and pulled his heavy length deep into your mouth. A sharp, ragged sigh tore from his throat. Above you, the frantic, rhythmic tapping of the keyboard and the anxious, rapid clicking of the mouse filled the room. Stress and pure, unadulterated eagerness became one. With a sudden, possessive lurch of his hips, his tip buried deep, hitting the back of your throat.
You pulled back just far enough to take a long, desperate breath, the friction leaving you incredibly wet. The sheer intensity of it sent a heavy ache straight to your cunt, the sudden moisture noticeably soaking through your panties. But before you could catch your breath, his fingers tangled tighter into your hair. He guided you back down, forcing you to take him deeper and deeper, until a soft, helpless gag caught in your throat.
Right at that moment, the phone on the desk rang, its loud vibration echoing through the office. The sound gave you a split-second reprieve as Sehun’s grip slackened slightly to answer the call, but he didn’t let you slide away. He immediately pressed himself back into your mouth, his hips beginning to move in a brutal rhythm against your lips, leaving you completely occupied.
He cleared his throat, his thumb hitting the speaker button. When he spoke, his voice was unbelievably steady, masking the heavy friction below the desk with the practiced, chilling calm.
“Minseok,” Sehun said into the line, his tone clipping through the air even as his hips rolled forward, burying his cock to the root. “Tell me the injunction went through.”
“It’s signed,” Minseok’s voice crackled over the speaker, entirely oblivious. “But I need you to authorize the forensic audit on the internal accounts before the board meets at eight. Did you look at the file I sent?”
Sehun let out a low, controlled breath through his nose, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you, watching your eyes water from the depth of him.
“I’m looking at it now,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a dangerously low, raspy register that made Minseok pause on the other end. He shifted his hips again, a deliberate, heavy thrust that forced another muffled gasp from your nose. “Run the audit. I want the names of everyone who had access to that server by morning.”
Sehun’s gaze never left yours. A wicked, shameless smirk flashed across his face despite the tension racking his body. He reached down, his fingers pressing firmly into your cheek to tilt your mouth up just a fraction higher.
“Keep me updated. I’ll be tied up here for a while,” Sehun replied smoothly, his hips giving a tight, possessive twitch against your tongue.
The moment the digital beep signaled the end of the call, he tossed the phone onto the desk.
Sehun didn’t give you a single second to breathe properly. His large hand clamped firmly onto the back of your head, his fingers tangling tightly into your hair as he completely took control of the rhythm. He set a punishing, heavy pace, his hips rolling forward with a deliberate, relentless force that had you pinned beneath his desk, your eyes watering instantly at the sheer intensity of each deep, bruising thrust.
“Good girl,” Sehun growled. He leaned down slightly over the edge of the chair, his dark eyes burning into yours as he watched you take his cock deeper. “Making me feel so good.”
The heat of his praise sent a violent, heavy shiver straight down your spine. Your lips were glistening, bubbling with a messy mix of your own saliva and the thick slick of his precum, but hearing his approval made your pussy ache with a sudden, overwhelming rush of moisture. You were getting absolutely drenched, the fabric of your panties completely soaked through against the plush carpet.
Sehun noticed the shift instantly. He knew your body inside out, knew exactly how helpless you became whenever he looked down at you like you were his entire world—even while treating you so beautifully dirty.
A wicked, arrogant smirk broke through his heavy breathing. “Already wet, angel?” he murmured, his hips giving a tight, possessive twitch that buried him straight to your throat. “You love being my good girl, don’t you?”
“I… I love it, Hunnie,” you gasped out the moment he gave you a brief inch of space, your voice trembling. You wiped a stray tear from your cheek with the back of your hand, tilting your head up to meet his dark, burning gaze. “I really do.”
Sehun let out a low, rough chuckle, the arrogant smirk returning to his lips. Tears were spilling down your flushed cheeks, your lips glistening and wet, but your eyes were wide and full of sharp, teasing heat.
“Yeah?” Sehun growled smoothly, his fingers tightening in your hair. “You’re so wet for me, huh?”
He reached down, his large palm sliding over your thigh, pushing your dress higher until his fingers found the damp, warm fabric of your panties. He pressed firmly against your folds, making you gasp as he felt the heavy moisture clinging to the lace.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly, his voice dropping into a thick, hypnotic drawl. “Do it for me.”
Your free hand slid down, your fingers rubbing against your wetness through the thin fabric, sending a sudden, agonizing wave of pleasure straight to your pussy. The friction made you desperate, and you leaned back in, wrapping your lips around his cock again and sucking with an intense, frantic rhythm.
Sehun’s head rolled back against his chair, a heavy groan tearing from his throat. “Fuck… so obedient.”
He didn’t let you keep your own rhythm for long. Gripping your head firmly, Sehun took over the pace once more, his hips snapping forward with a heavy, unyielding force that buried him straight to the back of your throat. You choked instantly, a muffled, helpless noise catching in your chest as your eyes watered again.
“Goddamn it,” Sehun whispered hoarsely, leaning down over the edge of the desk so his breath fanned over your damp face. “I’m so close, baby.”
The visual made a loud, involuntary moan vibrate against his cock. The scene sent another violent surge of wetness rushing between your legs, your fingers working faster over your swollen cunt. You gagged softly as he pushed deeper again, your lungs burning, practically begging for air, but you held on tight, completely consumed by the relentless, possessive pace he set.
“You want me to cum on your pretty face?” he growled, his voice thick and raspy in the quiet room.
You could only nod in response, coughing softly as you finally pulled back enough to catch a desperate, burning breath of air. Tears spilled over your eyelashes, but your fingers never stopped their frantic, steady rhythm against your wet core beneath your dress.
Sehun’s dark eyes locked onto yours, completely enraptured by the state he had reduced you to. “Open up, baby,” he commanded softly. “Let me see your tongue.”
You obeyed instantly, parting your slick, swollen lips and letting your tongue rest visible as you looked up at him from your knees.
Sehun stood and brought his hand down to his length, his long fingers wrapping tightly around his cock. He began jerking himself off with heavy, fast strokes, his chest heaving as the last of his restraint shattered. He groaned out loud—a deep, visceral sound that echoed off the high glass walls of his empty office.
“Fuck—you look so gorgeous like this,” he gasped out, his jaw clenching as his hips twitched forward. “So fucking pretty.”
With a final, sharp exhale, Sehun came, coating your tongue, your flushed cheeks, and your face—warm, thick threads of cum hit your skin.
“Oh my—Hunnie,” you whimpered, while your hand kept rubbing against your own desperate, swollen heat.
He leaned back against his leather chair, his eyes half-closed as he caught his breath, his thumb coming down to gently stroke your chin.
“So fucking beautiful,” Sehun panted, his dark eyes fixed on your face, taking in every single drop of his mess coating your flushed skin, your cheeks, and the tip of your tongue. His voice dropped into a low, gravelly rasp that sent an immediate shiver straight down your spine. “And so damn mine.”
You let out a soft, shuddering breath. Without breaking eye contact, Sehun slowly uncurled his long frame from his chair and slid down onto his knees directly in front of you. He didn’t care about his wrinkled suit pants—all he cared about was the beautiful, dripping mess he had made of you.
“You did so good for me,” he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your jaw gently, slowly cleaning the white drops with the same thumb you sucked a second later. He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over your damp lips. “Should I clean you?”
“Please.”
You parted your lips willingly, your tongue pressing out just a fraction to offer him every drop. Sehun tilted your head back and leaned in, his warm tongue slowly, deliberately licking a trail up your chin, capturing the thick slick of his cum and pulling it into his own mouth before pressing his lips directly to yours.
He kissed you deeply, sharing the hot, salty taste of his own release with you. You swallowed it eagerly, humming against his mouth, your fingers tangling into his hair to pull him even closer. You craved it, tasting every drop from his tongue, completely insatiable for more of him.
Sehun let out a low, vibrating growl into the kiss. His tongue darted out to lick away a stray drop from your cheek, then your upper lip, taking his sweet time cleaning your face with slow, hot strokes before you kiss him again.
“Fuck, baby… you’re so greedy,” he whispered against your mouth, his smirk pressed against your slick lips as he tasted you again. “You ate every single drop, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes.” You nodded against his mouth, lips curving, letting out a soft, needy moan as his thumb slid under the hem of your dress, finding the completely soaked fabric of your panties and pressing hard against your aching pussy after leaving your hand aside.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered softly, licking a final drop from the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips in another bruising kiss.
Sehun stood up first, his large hands anchoring under your arms to help you up from the floor. He made a move to lift you onto the polished surface of his heavy wooden desk, but you didn’t give him the chance. Completely consumed by the desperate ache between your legs, you bypassed the desk entirely and swung one leg over his lap, sinking straight down onto him as he sat back into his chair.
A sharp, breathless moan spilled into his mouth as your drenched cunt pressed firmly against his thick, rigid length through the thin lace of your panties.
“So fucking impatient, huh?” Sehun growled against your lips with a smirk, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.
His large hands immediately cupped your ass, his fingers gripping you with a firm, possessive strength. He hooked two fingers under the damp fabric of your underwear, shoving it to the side. He guided his tip to your centre, aligning himself before driving upward in one smooth, relentless thrust that buried him completely inside you.
“Ah—Sehun!”
“Oh… fuck,” Sehun hissed, his head falling back for a split second as your tight, incredibly wet inner walls clamped around him.
Your hips began moving instantly, rolling over him in a desperate, frenetic rhythm as you chased the sudden, overwhelming stretch. Sehun’s hands were everywhere at once—palming your hips, tracing your ribs, and reaching behind you to yank the zipper of your dress down just enough to loosen the tight fabric.
“Hunnie… you feel so good,” you panted against his lips.
“Yes, baby?” he groaned against your mouth.
The front of your dress gaped open, exposing the delicate lace of your bra. Sehun lowered his head, his mouth tracking hot, bruising kisses along the sensitive line of your neck down to your collarbone as your frantic movements drove his cock deep against your aching center. Soft, continuous moans echoed through the dark office, every upward pop of his hips hitting that exact, delicate spot that made your toes curl.
His gaze dropped to your chest, his dark eyes instantly locking onto the sheer black lace holding your breasts. A low, wicked hum vibrated in his chest.
“I know this,” he growled, raspy against your skin, his thumb tracing your flushed, hardened nipples. “You wore this exact set for me on my birthday.”
He remembered perfectly—the way you had unbuttoned your shirt for him, the way he had spent hours making love to you. The memory seemed to snap whatever lingering control he had left.
Sehun buried his face straight into your chest, his mouth latching onto your breast over the damp lace, sucking and biting gently while his hands squeezed your bare ass, holding you pinned as he thrust up into you from below. You held his head tightly to your chest, your fingers tangling frantically in his hair as your hips rode him in a wild, unhinged rhythm.
“You remember…?” you gasped, anchoring him against your chest as another brutal, upward thrust rattled your bones.
Sehun’s deep chuckle vibrated directly against your skin, hot and possessive. “How could I forget, princess? You drove me completely out of my mind that night… and you’re doing it exactly the same way right now.”
“I know,” you whimpered in a velvet tone, your hips stuttering over his, completely blinded by the blinding wave of friction and heat. “I wanted you to think about me while you were dealing with your stupid company… I wanted you distracted… all for me.”
“It worked,” he growled. “It fucking worked, baby. Every single second I was dealing with those fools, all I could think about was tearing this dress right off you and making you scream my name.” His breath was hot against your chest, his hands digging harder into your bare flesh, driving his length up with a punishing, relentless rhythm that scrambled your thoughts entirely.
“Oh my… Sehun—ah! Right there, oh my god—!” you choked out, your nails digging into his shoulders as the intense, swirling pressure at your core reached a fever pitch.
“Yes, yes, honey,” he panted, his mouth moving back to yours, swallowing your desperate cries in a deep, bruising kiss. His hips snapped upward again and again, refusing to give you a single second to breathe.
“God—I’m close!” you sobbed against his lips, your vision swimming as your inner walls clenched around him in tight, frantic spasms, pushing you both straight over the edge.
Every upward snap of his hips drove you deeper into a blind, dizzying haze. Your inner walls were practically convulsing around him, completely drenched and clenching down on his rigid cock with every sharp, frantic roll of your hips.
“Give it to me, princess,” Sehun chanted, his hands gripping your hips so tightly his knuckles were white, forcing you to maintain that brutal, perfect depth. “I wanna see you when you cum.”
You forced your heavy eyelids open, your vision blurred with tears of pure pleasure as you met his dark, burning gaze. “I can’t—Hunnie, I’m—”
“I’ve got you,” he growled, his voice breaking into a rough, desperate rasp. “I’ve got you, baby.”
The words were your complete undoing. A sharp, loud whimper tore from your throat as your core shattered, the first violent wave of your orgasm crashing over you and locking your muscles tight around his length. You threw your head back, your fingers digging frantically into his shoulders, completely helpless.
With a guttural, primal groan that echoed off the high glass walls, his hips surged upward one last, punishing time, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go. His entire frame went rigid, his jaw clenching tightly as his own orgasm hit him, spilling his hot, heavy release deep inside you while your body continued to pulse against his.
Sehun buried his face back into the exposed swell of your chest, his lips pressing soft, lingering, open-mouthed kisses over your lace-covered breasts and sensitive skin, unable to stop tasting you even as he fought for air.
His large palms remained anchored tightly to your bare ass, his fingers subtly squeezing the soft flesh, holding you pinned flush against his lap so he didn’t lose a single inch of the lingering, intimate warmth inside you.
“Fuck,” Sehun gasped out against your skin, his voice muffled by your chest as a slow, breathy chuckle vibrated in his throat. He shifted slightly, pressing another deep, worshipful kiss right above your pounding heart. “You’re completely insane… you know that, right?”
You let out a soft, trembling laugh, your fingers weakly running through his messy dark hair, still feeling every tiny, lingering ripple of the orgasm fading through your veins. “You love me.”
“I do, baby.”
Sehun leaned up, capturing your lips once more. His tongue swirled around yours with agonizing patience, tasting the remnants of his own release and your shared heat. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his thumb coming up to stroke the side of your neck, feeling the rapid, erratic fluttering of your pulse beneath his touch. He remained buried deep inside you, his hands gliding up your back to wrap his long arms entirely around your frame, holding you locked against him as if he never intended to let you go.
When he finally broke the kiss with a soft, wet parting sound, he rested his forehead against yours, his dark eyes searching your face. He noticed the heavy droop of your eyelids, the soft flush still warming your cheeks, and the absolute exhaustion settling into your limbs.
“You’re completely exhausted, princess.” Sehun brushed a damp strand of hair behind your ear, his knuckles lingering against your cheek.
“Not really,” you lied, though you let out a soft, contented sigh and leaned forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and resting your cheek against his broad shoulder. You inhaled the familiar, comforting scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the sharp, intoxicating heat of your intimacy.
Sehun smiled softly. “Come on, let me move you to the couch so you can rest while I wrap this up.” He made a subtle motion to lift you off his lap, but you immediately tightened your grip, shaking your head against his shoulder.
“No, no, no!” you mumbled softly. “Don’t move.”
Sehun paused, a quiet, disarming laugh slipping from his lips. “Princess, I’m still inside you, and you’re completely soaked through. It can’t be comfortable sitting on me like this.”
“I don’t care,” you whispered, nuzzling deeper into the crook of his neck, your fingers tightening in the fabric of his suit jacket. “I wanna stay right here. With you.”
A soft, utterly defenseless smile broke across Sehun’s face. Truthfully, the thought of pulling out of your warm, tight depth and putting distance between your bodies was the last thing he wanted. He loved this—loved the possessive, intimate reality of having you pinned against him, feeling every quiet breath you took, anchored together even in the middle of a corporate nightmare.
Sehun wrapped his arms around you even tighter, his hands resting on your bare lower back, pulling you flush against his chest so you felt completely safe. He leaned down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to the side of your temple, then another to your jawline, his lips soft and full of an overwhelming warmth.
“Gorgeous, stubborn, and completely spoiled,” he cooed softly, his tone dripping with pure adoration. “Alright. Stay right here, then.” Without disturbing the gentle rhythm of your breathing, he reached back over his shoulder with his free hand, blindly snagging his heavy, structured suit jacket from the back of his executive chair. With practiced care, he draped the dark fabric over your bare shoulders and lower back, completely enveloping your frame.
You let out a soft, satisfied sigh against his neck, pulling the lapels tighter around your chest. “It smells like you,” you whispered softly, your eyes remaining closed as you nuzzled deeper into his skin.
Sehun smiled against your hair, his lips brushing your hairline as he spoke. “It better. It’s mine,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, affectionate register. “And right now, so are you.”
“I’m always yours, Hunnie,” you murmured back, your hand lightly tracing small, aimless circles over his chest, feeling the steady, calming thump of his heart. “Even when you’re acting bossy.”
A soft chuckle vibrated through his ribs, his long fingers gently smoothing down the back of your hair. “Someone has to keep it in line. Though, considering you just took total advantage of me during a severe corporate crisis, I think my authority here is severely compromised.”
“You loved every second of it,” you teased softly, a faint, tired smirk touching your lips against his collarbone. “Don’t pretend you didn’t.”
“I didn’t deny it, princess,” Sehun replied, his thumb lightly stroking your hip beneath the heavy jacket, keeping you anchored right where he wanted you. “I’m just pointing out that you’re terrifyingly good at getting whatever you want from me.”
“Only because you let me,” you whispered, the heavy exhaustion finally catching up to your voice as your body settled completely into his warmth.
“Yeah…” Sehun softly admitted, his voice softening into something undeniably sweet and vulnerable as he pressed another gentle kiss to your temple. “About that…”
You shifted slightly on his lap, blinking sleepily as you looked up at him. “Mm?”
Sehun didn’t look away from his monitor, but the corner of his lips twitched upward into a sharp, knowing smirk. “About that purse you’ve been staring at for the past two weeks,” he said smoothly, his voice dropping into a low, playful drawl. “The one you had bookmarked on my ipad and left open on the vanity yesterday morning.”
Your eyes went wide, your tiredness instantly vanishing as a flush of heat hit your cheeks. You stared at him, bewildered, wondering how on earth he had noticed that while he was supposedly buried under a mountain of crisis management and high-stakes legal files.
“How did you—I was just looking,” you stammered, your mouth opening and closing in utter surprise. “I wasn’t asking you to—”
“I saw it while I was going through the legal briefs before Minseok called,” Sehun interrupted smoothly, finally turning his head to look down at you. His dark eyes glinted with a mix of fond adoration and quiet, unyielding dominance. He reached up, his thumb gently tracing your lower lip. “So, here’s how we’re doing this. You can order it online right now, or I’m taking you to the boutique tomorrow afternoon to pick it up in person. Your choice.”
You felt completely mesmerized, a dizzying mix of shock and fluttery sweetness washing over you. Sehun was sitting here, dealing with a massive leak that could ruin his next investment, and he was still keeping track of the little things you silently wished for.
“Hunnie, no! That’s crazy,” you protested softly, trying to sound firm even as your heart thudded against your ribs. “You don’t need to buy me that. It’s too expensive, and besides, you’re dealing with enough stress right now—”
“Princess,” Sehun cut in softly, his tone making it abundantly clear that the conversation was already over. His hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers resting warmly against your nape as he pulled you back down against his chest. “It’s already decided. You took care of my stress… now let me take care of you. Pick a color before I just order all three.”
You let out a helpless, breathless laugh, completely defeated by his quiet, generous arrogance. Nuzzling your face back into the crook of his neck, you pulled his heavy suit jacket tighter around your shoulders, your heart ridiculously full.
“I love you,” you whispered, your voice quiet, sincere, and heavy with affection, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw.
His features melted away in an instant—an expression so soft and full of devotion it made your breath catch. “I love you too, princess,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Sehun leaned down and captured your lips in one last tender, lingering kiss—warm, deep, and utterly devoid of rush. When he finally pulled away, he went right back to typing with one hand, holding you firmly in place with the other.
“Rest, baby. Your boyfriend needs to fix this to get back home.”
holy mf shit dude this was the best facef*cking scene i have ever read ooooohhh my god. i lowkey have aphantasia but the way i could visualize it oh god 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i need that in my life!!!!!
and omfg SEHUN IF U DONT BUY ME THOSE THREE BAGSSSS 🥊💥
a/n: inspired by the post @chananyeolbong reblogged, this is about you and your man fr
chanyeol hates getting out of bed.
he's wide awake already, having set his alarm ten minutes before he actually needs to wake up because he likes spending that time just looking at you. looking at how peaceful you look when all the inevitable stress and work of the day don't consume you.
more importantly, he feels so proud of the fact that you feel comfortable enough around him to fall asleep like this—even if you hate that he makes fun of you for drooling a little in your sleep. it's not something he ever takes for granted even though you've been together for so long.
it might sound creepy, but chanyeol really loves looking at you. when you're sleeping, when you're eating, when you're telling him about something funny you saw happening with those hand gestures he can't always keep up with.
he loves you, plain as day.
and even though he loves you so much, he knows your sleep is pretty important to you. so he lets his love for you pull him out of your shared bed and go about his routine, without making too much noise.
even though he's gotten used to mornings like this, part of him wishes you'd kiss him goodbye. but the rest of him knows you're going to text him a thousand times during the day anyways, little updates about what's happening at work and planning impromptu lunch dates, and that's enough for him.
there's something magnetic about the way you look right now. hair splayed messily across the pillow, hands next to your head, body curled towards's chanyeol's side of the bed like like you're seeking warmth from where he no longer is.
chanyeol could watch you like this forever. if he didn't have work, this would be what he'd be doing all day long. but then his phone rings with a message. a reminder from the outside world that he needs to start moving soon.
just like he has been doing for the past so many weeks, he bends down to press a light kiss to the top of your head. if he kisses your face you'll wake up, and he knows your beauty sleep will be ruined even if you insist you don't really need it. he rests a large hand gently on top of your head like he's cradling it, like he's willing for all his love to be passed on to your sleeping form. leaving you is always the hardest thing he does every morning, but the blow is sweetened by the fact that he gets to welcome you back home every single day.
and just like you've been doing for the past so many weeks, he gets a text from you by the time he's finished with his breakfast.
you didn't even kiss me this morning.
“i did,” he says, laughing as he picks up your call. “i always do.”
“but i wasn't awake to feel it.”
“i'll make it up with extra kisses when i get back home, is that better?”
“i'll think about it.”
“baby....” he whines.
you giggle, and the sound warms his heart. “come back home safely. let's cook something new tonight.”
Synopsis: Kyungsoo really likes that one armchair (and just came back from tour) (Idol!Soo w/ Fem!Reader - long-term relationship)
MDNI (18+ ONLY)
Warnings: Smut (too shy to list the specifics, bye)
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: I blame this one pic...but the chair in this pic doesn't even work for the story...it was really his posture and the luggage in the back lol I actually cannot even believe I wrote this. Been sitting in my drafts cause I'm shy as hell but came home, saw Ksoo in a tank top at a fansign, and cracked. This is my first time writing since coming back to tumblr and my first time writing for Ksoo (so if this sucks, I'm sorry) I'm p sure my soul is burning in hell now. I'd appreciate validation cause this was actually so embarrassing and difficult to write lmao I can never look Ksoo in the face now T___T
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You feel the stress of the day start to drain from your shoulders as the automatic lock sounds behind you. As you remove one shoe, you spot another pair; practically spotless, lined up neatly, and certainly not yours.
With a gasp, you hurriedly kick off your other shoe. You crane your neck around the wall and almost trip on the step into the apartment.
"Kyungsoo?!"
A startled, yet sleepy Kyungsoo lounges in the armchair by the window. He's already starting to smile, though his eyes are still adjusting to being woken up. You almost feel bad for waking him but then you remember that you haven't seen him in almost a month. Even though he's come back to Korea in between stops on their Asia tour, it's only for a few days at most and his schedule has been absolutely packed.
You immediately speed walk over to him and bend at the waist, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel the vibration of his chuckle against your skin. "I missed you, too," he mumbles into your shoulder as his arms come around your waist.
You melt into the hug, your knees coming down to the floor as you take in the all-too familiar scent of Kyungsoo. He releases the hold around you but keeps his hands on your waist. "I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you but as soon as I sat down...I fell asleep," he admits with a lopsided smile. You can still hear the sleep in his voice. It's heavy and slightly scratchy.
You grin back. "This is a surprise, silly."
"So...did you miss me?"
"Of course I did, you idiot."
Kyungsoo smiles wider at you, one hand coming up to brush your cheek. His fingers ghost over your jaw before pulling your face up just slightly. He keeps you there as he leans forward and kisses you. It's slow and soft but intentional. His lips fit effortlessly between yours and you exhale through your nose, already weak.
When you separate, you keep your foreheads together, soaking in the moment. Remembering that this is all happening. The sun is just setting outside, basking the room in a glow of amber. You can hear the very distant sound of the leaky bathroom faucet. You can still smell citrus in the air from this morning's orange for breakfast. Kyungsoo feels soft and warm as his other hand comes up from your waist. He cradles your face and your small smile widens. Both of you are breathing slow and calm. Finally reunited with the only other person who keeps you at bay and drives you crazy at the same time.
Reality feels hazy as all the synapses in your brain fire. You're with him for less than ten minutes and you're already a puddle of goo, how gross.
You turn your head just slightly and raise your face to kiss his cheek. Then his nose. Then his other cheek. Kyungsoo breathes a laugh. You linger near his lips. "I really missed you," you whisper.
You risk your heart rate and open your eyes to look at him. Kyungsoo is already staring back.
"Come here," he breathes. You feel his words ghost over your cheeks.
Slowly, you raise from you knees to stand in front of him. Kyungsoo moves to place his hands on the back of your thighs, urging you in between his legs. He sits up straight to look at you from below. You let your own hands settle on his shoulders. His white shirt is so soft, his hair lazily pushed back. His bare face putting all of his beauty marks on display. Kyungsoo's beauty is always so effortless. You run your fingers through his hair, giving him a small smile.
Kyungsoo glides his hands down to the backs of your knees and up again, stopping at your upper thighs. "Are you hungry yet?" he asks.
You know he's asking if you're up for it. You shake your head. "But I could use a shower..." you admit, trailing off. You did just get back from work, after all.
"You'll need that shower more after," Kyungsoo quips. Your mouth falls open at how direct he is. Kyungsoo's smile turns to a growing smirk. His grip on your thighs tightens ever so slightly as he pulls you in and ushers each of your legs to the outside of his on the chair. He's making you straddle him.
The motions are seamless, everything connected as your hands work in tandem to remind yourselves of every muscle, every bit of skin. Your lips find each other easily and you hold Kyungsoo by the jaw, making sure he knows just how much you missed him. His lips are undeniably soft. You softly bite down on his lower lip and he immediately opens up, his tongue coming out to meet yours.
Kyungsoo's hands move from under your thighs, his fingers spreading as he works his way up your hips and around to your lower back. It allows you to sit on his thighs more directly and you can feel warmth radiating off of him. You're already as close to him as possible but he holds you in place anyways. He's even trying to sit up more, to deepen your kiss, and you're giggling because of it. When you try to move away to laugh, Kyungsoo places his hand firmly on the back of your head and audibly whines. Now you're really laughing against his lips. "You're needy," you accuse.
He shushes you as he opts for your neck instead. His fingers tangle in your hair and pull your head back just slightly. It sends tingles down your spine. Your thighs tense involuntarily and you know Kyungsoo feels it. He smirks against your throat and slowly slides his tongue up. A quiet moan escapes you and your back arches. Kyungsoo pulls at your shirt with his other hand, exposing your collarbone as he begins to leave a mark. The first of many, you suspect. He sucks until he's satisfied with the mark and licks over it to soothe you.
When he moves to the other side, he bites down. You hum in approval and he bites harder. Kyungsoo leaves another mark under your collarbone, as far down as he can reach. While he likes marking you, he's usually mindful of where he's leaving them. Your hands begin to roam his chest, making their way down. Perhaps you're just as needy as he is.
You reach the end of his shirt and tug twice on the bottom of it. "You first," Kyungsoo teases. You pout but merely accept your fate when his hands begin pulling your shirt over your head. You help him the last bit, slightly leaning back. Kyungsoo takes each of your hands in his and intertwines your fingers as he takes his time soaking you in. You're grateful that you're actually wearing a matching set today. The simple black fabric of your bra hugs you, with a lace trimming that you know is Kyungsoo's favorite. Apparently it's your turn to smirk as Kyungsoo's tongue comes out to wet his lips. He leans forward to kiss in between your breasts and over them. He bites the lace trim of your bra and tugs it away from you skin.
Your hands still in his, he guides you to the bottom of his own shirt, which you waste no time in pulling off. Then he hugs you to him, humming at the feeling of your skin touching. He runs his hands down your back and dips his fingers into the back of your pants. The fabric is loose enough that Kyungsoo is able to continue his descent, fully groping you and pulling your hips to meet his. Some things just don't need to be said aloud.
You move your hips down, grinding onto him. Kyungsoo moans against your neck as you continue working him up. You can feel his arousal growing and it makes your cheeks flush. The building heat in your own core is impossible to ignore.
Kyungsoo's hands continue to help you move against him. Your eyes close in the moment but you can feel him staring at you, practically burning into your skin.
Eventually, Kyungsoo trails his hand up your spine, reaching your nape and threads his fingers in your hair. He gently urges your head down, your lips connecting and his tongue claiming yours with zero hesitation. You can feel his breathing has picked up, mirroring your own. Kyungsoo ghosts over your lips, wet from your kiss, and stops next to your ear.
"Will you ride me?" Your entire body reacts before you can even think, a shiver running down your spine and a shaky breath leaving you. He knows he doesn't have to ask. He also knows that you like hearing him talk dirty.
Wordlessly, you slip off the chair. You lean forward and dip a finger into Kyungsoo's waistband, lightly tugging it forward. With a small laugh, Kyungsoo unbuttons his pants and lets you help him out of them. You get on your knees to get them off his ankles and let your eyes wander up his body. Kyungsoo is staring intently at you, his eyes lidded with lust. You let your hands run from his ankles up to his knees, giving a light squeeze before continuing up his thighs as you lean slightly forward. Kyungsoo's eyes flicker down to your chest, just for a moment. You resist the urge to tease him. Instead, your fingers pause at the edge of his briefs.
"Do you want me?" you whisper.
He nods, bringing his hand to your jaw and pushing his thumb against your lips. "Open up."
You comply, feeling the pad of his thumb glide over your tongue. You close your lips around his digit and suck, watching as Kyungsoo's lips part. He's still staring you down.
You slide your lips up his thumb and make your way back down. You swear you see his member twitch. His briefs outline him perfectly and you're already imagining his length replacing his digit. The next time you come up, you let go of his thumb with a soft pop. He brushes over your lips once more and slowly guides your jaw down. You know what he wants...but you still want him to admit it.
You give him a questioning hum and the slight tint to his cheeks is undeniable. "Babe..."
"What?"
Kyungsoo pouts ever so slightly, lowering himself even more on the chair, offering his clothed member to you. "Please..."
You think about teasing him some more but Kyungsoo speaks before you can. "You were just doing it to my thumb," he jokes. You smile at one another before you move his hands from your jaw to you cheek.
You lean all the way forward, your fingers finally reaching under his briefs. His thighs are so warm. You kiss up his member through the fabric. He's leaking already, a wet spot forming on his briefs. You remove your fingers and reach for the band as you let your teeth graze over his length. He sighs and when you look up, Kyungsoo is letting his head fall to the rail of the chair. When you begin to tug the band down, Kyungsoo lifts his hips and you gently bring the fabric over his member and down his legs. He's fully hard and you steal a glance at his face, flushed pink with a slight sheen just starting to form along his forehead. His thumb strokes you cheek gently as his eyes flutter open.
You break the eye contact, suddenly shy, and reach out to wrap your fingers around his length. As you pump once, twice, Kyungsoo lets a trapped, low groan leave him, lips pressed together. You always love hearing him but a little groan just won't do.
When you lean forward, holding him in one hand and licking his entire length up, you're rewarded with an open-mouthed moan. You swirl your tongue around his tip and dig into his slit. You feel Kyungsoo's thigh constrict under your hand and smirk at how sensitive he is. You lick him down and back up once more before wrapping your lips around his tip entirely. You suck just there, barely moving down. Kyungsoo lets out a shaky breath and his hand moves to the back of your head instead. He's resisting the urge to force you down.
Slowly, ever so teasingly, you take more of his length in. You make sure your tongue is completely flat, feeling every part of him. As you come back up, you feel Kyungsoo's other hand also come up to hold your head. You flutter your eyes open in curiosity. You're surprised to find Kyungsoo's head resting on the chair, his lips parted. But his eyes are closed, he's not staring at you. He really must be tired. You resist the urge to smile, heart warm at the thought that he's really letting himself just enjoy this and speed your pace up. You take more of him in with each pass, relishing each time he moans for you.
You feel his member twitch against your tongue and his hands move to your face, lifting you off of him. Kyungsoo says your name softly. You make eye contact and he's bringing your face to his as he sits up. You come up from your knees as he tastes himself on your lips.
Kyungsoo undoes your button with ease and you help him remove your pants. When you go to take off your panties, his hands stop you. "Leave them on," he instructs. You give him a shy smile as his hands roam your ass, appreciating the lace trim and how cheeky this pair of underwear really is. He squeezes you in both of his hands and brings you forward with a soft tap.
You go to straddle him again, the warmth of his member seeping into your panties. You're so aroused, it's like you're not even wearing them. Kyungsoo immediately reacts to the presence of you, grabbing your hips. You glide over him, adding pressure each time.
Kyungsoo has always imagined this. Secretly, and not so innocently. When the two of you first went furniture shopping for your new apartment three months ago, Kyungsoo was insistent on this arm chair. The fabric wasn't too rough, the color wouldn't stain too easily, it could handle the weight... He could practically feel your thighs lined up next to his, snug but still comfortable. He had pictured pulling you onto himself, his hands running up your thighs. He had wanted you. From the moment he saw the armchair, he knew he wanted you in all the dirtiest ways he could imagine. Vulnerable and panting and looking oh-so spent in that chair.
He tightens his grip on your hips and thrusts up. Then one hand pulls your panties to the side, his thumb immediately rubbing over your clit. You both moan simultaneously. "Fuck," Kyungsoo breathes. You shudder at the combination of his voice and the pad of his thumb, stimulating you. Kyungsoo slides two digits over you, collecting your arousal on him. He moans again. You're practically melting in his hands.
He teases your entrance with the tips of his fingers and you grind onto him with a soft whine. He pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. Every centimeter feels like so much more. You drape your arms around Kyungsoo's neck and lay your head on top of your arm. You're panting against his neck as his other hand continues to knead your ass. He's pumping you slow, so you feel everything he has to give you. When you start to rock on his fingers, Kyungsoo holds you in place with his other hand. "Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Yes," you plead without hesitation.
Kyungsoo removes his fingers and you gasp at the sudden emptiness. You lift your hips slightly and come down to grind over him. The both of you watch as you get impossibly wetter, his member slick with your arousal.
You sit back on his thighs as Kyungsoo pumps himself a few times. He's staring into your eyes as you lift yourself onto your knees, move your panties aside once more, and take his length in your own hands. You sink down on him slowly. Kyungsoo's eyebrows furrow as he lets out a moan, low and raspy. You curse, reminded of how well he fills you.
You move on him, arms naturally finding purchase on his shoulders as Kyungsoo's hands roam. He slides them up and down your back, whispering how good you feel. You feel every part of him when you ride him this slow and it's almost unbearable. As you pick up the pace, Kyungsoo stutters on his words and his forehead goes into your shoulder. You feel the heat of his breath, the perspiration along your back begin to form, and the bundle of nerves within you all at once. Kyungsoo floats his hands to your forearms resting on his shoulders and gingerly brings them behind you. You catch his eyes and they've gone dark with lust. A moan unconsciously leaves you when his grip tightens. You shift your weight back to accommodate the new position and it allows you to take him all the way to the base of his length. The two of you collectively moan at the sensation. Kyungsoo holds you in position as you ride him faster. You feel yourself unraveling. Eventually, you slow as your thighs lose momentum. Kyungsoo releases his hold on you. He tilts his head up, framing your lips with his own in a heated kiss.
With two gentle taps of his hand on your hip, you knew he wanted you to move. "My turn, baby." He places his palms under you, helping you off of him as he gets up with you. His lips find yours, kissing you softly as he brings you around him. He moves to kiss your shoulder, the warmth of his hands radiating into your hips. He gently turns you, distracting you with yet another mark as he hooks one finger in your underwear and pulls down. They fall around your ankles with ease and you step out of them. Kyungsoo moves you onto your knees on the chair. He leaves a trail of kisses up your shoulder to the shell of your ear.
"Bend over for me, baby."
It was as if Kyungsoo was running through a checklist that had been growing for far too long. Having you on your knees in front of him while he rested his head on the back of the chair...check. Your ass exposed while you were practically dripping for him all over the seat...check. Your knuckles white from your grip on the rail...check. He groans out loud before running his hands up and down your spine one more time.
"You look so good like this...so wet for me."
He keeps his left hand over your ass while his right ghosts down over you skin. Two digits gently rub over you, causing you to shiver. You hear Kyungsoo sigh shakily behind you before he gently inserts a finger. You immediately crave more, resisting the urge to sit back onto him. Did he really think his one finger compared to his entire length? He pumps you slowly but you're quite past the point of wanting to be teased.
"Kyungsoo.." you whisper. You sense him take a step forward. He leans down and completely removes his finger. He hums a questioning tone in your ear. You back up until you hit his hips and you can feel his length behind you. When you try to rub up against him, he pulls away again. You whine out loud until Kyungsoo pushes you further into the chair with his hand on your ass. He bends down and leave a sloppy kiss on your other ass cheek. When he's done, he brings his hand down with a soft slap. You jolt in surprise. Kyungsoo's not usually one for that.
You're blushing absolutely everywhere. While things always felt good in this position, you struggle with being on such full display. Kyungsoo can quite literally see everything and you can't see so much as his hands.
"Tell me what you want."
You feel like your thighs are shaking and embarrassment is creeping in the longer you're silent. "Please..I want you so badly."
It's enough for Kyungsoo. He rubs himself against your heat, collecting your wetness. He doesn't waste time in lining up and pushing past your walls after that. Your head falls against your arm as you moan, drawn out and needy. His hands hold you in place as he picks up his speed. You feel Kyungsoo place his knee next to yours on the chair, deepening his thrusts. He's going so hard, your body is thrust forward each time.
You're beginning to come undone faster than you realize. As you tighten around him, Kyungsoo groans and feels up your back with one hand. He comes around to the front of your neck and gently urges your body up. You're brought against his chest as his grip on your neck tightens slightly. You cry out when his other hand sneaks to the front of you and he starts to rub your clit. It pushes you over the edge as you let out a choked moan and you release all over him. He moans into your ear. Kyungsoo continues to rub you, thrusting slower to help you ride out your end. You're shaking against Kyungsoo's chest but he doesn't let go of your neck.
You reach up and place your hand over his, forcing him to tighten his grip. Kyungsoo falters in his thrusts. He leans down slightly to bite down on your shoulder. You leave his hand at your neck and reach behind you to tug on his hair. He's groaning into your ear and neck as he repositions his hands at your hips, instead. You fall forward onto the chair again. Sensing his desperation, you push yourself back to meet his thrusts. They grow more shallow and less consistent as Kyungsoo curses under his breath. He tells you he's close as he pulls out of you and pumps himself quickly. You feel his release along your back and you arch even more, trying to keep it from getting all over the chair.
Kyungsoo re-evaluates. Cum all over you as you arch your back on the seat....check.
Kyungsoo comes down from his high and trails his fingers along your side as he admires the curves in your body, the feel of your skin. "Sorry," he whispers breathlessly. He immediately reaches for the tissues on the coffee table to help you clean up. It's not like you can move much in this position. Kyungsoo wipes up after himself and you gingerly turn over to sit on the arm of the chair. You pat the seat next to you.
Chuckling, Kyungsoo sits and brings your legs into his lap. "You know," you start, "This is a really nice chair."
Kyungsoo laughs out loud and you look at him, puzzled.
"What! I mean it!"
"Come on," Kyungsoo says between laughs. "Time for that shower."
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A/N Pt. 2: Bro I honestly might delete this because wtffff I can't believe I wrote this. Also I deadass couldn't come up with a better title, sorry. P.S. You will never catch me writing Y/N, it's my pet peeve. Nothing takes you out of a story like "Y/N" lmao
synopsis: No one knows, but the only way you’d been able to get off these past six months has been Baek100, a budding audio porn creator known for his elaborate scenes and duality. No one knows, but Baekhyun is the number one viewer of your cozy-game streams, supporting you from afar while also not always having innocent intentions when watching you. As a celebration for hitting 10k subs, you decide to host a private video call with one random, lucky viewer…
word count: 9.9k (an all-time high for me i think)
genres and content: Baekhyun x f!reader | nonidol!au, extremely explicit smut (mdni mdni mdni mdni), mutual pining and obsession, original character (side character), Kyungsoo (side character), Mongryong (lol), light alcohol consumption
18+ warnings and content: some generally pervy vibes, masturbation (f and m), excessive dirty talk, swearing, etc., dominant!baekhyun, fingering, oral sex (both f and m receiving), face-fucking, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, light spanking, p in v, crying (not from pain), somewhat unsafe sex (reader is on the pill), creampie
a/n: this is so fucking explicit and dirty and barely has enough plot to be called a fic. please be aware before continuing to read. do not read if you are under the age of 18. i'm serious. you have been warmed.
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“I think it’s time for me to go to sleep now,” you say, hitting the minus button on your Switch. While you save your file, you look over at the chat to see the series of protesting messages, various exclamations of noooo and just a little longer pls!!
“You guys are sweet,” you laugh. “But I have some appointments tomorrow so I should be getting some shut-eye. Remember that I stream again on Wednesday night, so I look forward to seeing you all then!” You wave at the camera, reading the chat as the messages change to goodbyes as well, different goodnight! and see u soon! scrolling by. One message is longer compared to the rest and it catches your eye. “Have a good rest. See you on Wednesday!” In a flash, it’s gone, swallowed by the rolling sea of text. You end the stream and sit back in your chair, breathing out a sigh of relief.
You do have appointments tomorrow, but that wasn’t the reason why you decided to end the stream a little earlier than usual. The real reason was a notification that had arrived about 20 minutes ago. The quiet ping! from your phone caught your attention, and you had skimmed the text right before it disappeared: [New Audio] 18+... You began to feel the familiar flicker of heat coiling low in your stomach, and suddenly collecting bugs for Blathers in Animal Crossing was the furthest thing on your mind.
You rush through your bedtime routine, turn out the lights, and slip under your covers, finally tapping on that notification. The post pops up and you skim the body of text.
Baek100:
[New Audio with sfx]: 18+ only. Childhood best friends to lovers. Soft mdom, praise, pet names, oral (listener receiving), intercourse, creampie
Hi everyone! Back again with a new audio, I’m sorry I missed last week’s ;-; The last few have been a little hardcore and I’ve been in the mood for something sweet lately. I hope you don’t mind! Enjoy~
Baek <3
Click here for audio: [25:42]
You settle back onto your pillows, pop in your earbuds, and click the link, closing your eyes. The scenario begins with the sound of knocking, then a door swinging open.
“Hi!” You catch yourself smiling at Baek100’s cheerful voice, in spite of yourself. “Long time no see.”
The audio continues for some minutes innocently, and you let yourself get caught up in the elaborate fantasy of it. Some people might call Baek100 boring (and some have, from the few times you’ve looked in his comment section), but that’s because he actually takes some time to get to the porn parts. You can’t get enough of it, ever since you stumbled on his account a few months ago after your roommate drunkenly admitted that audio porn was the only way she could get off. It honestly piqued your interest — who doesn’t find moaning hot? After filtering through different audios of guys lazily jerking off into a mic, finding his account was like a breath of fresh air. The way he cares enough to craft a narrative, making sure each and every audio is different from the last. And he’s good at voice acting too, always putting the right amount of fondness, or desire, or jealousy, or whatever emotion is called for in his voice.
You drift your hand slowly down your body, dipping under the band of your pajama shorts as the action begins to pick up. “I’m sorry if you hate me after this, but I need to tell you or else I’ll regret it forever. I’m so in love with you. I always have been.” You imagine him kissing you, as the voice in your ear does the same, whispering sweet nothings, like “You’re so beautiful,” and “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Then he says, brokenly, desperately, “Can I taste you? Please, I need it.”
Arousal surges through you as you dip your fingers into your folds, already coming away wet. You can see the scene so clearly in your mind’s eye: being gently pushed back onto your bed, a man with indistinguishable features kissing down your body. He spreads your legs and gives your clit a soft, open-mouthed kiss before diving in, tongue delving into you, hands keeping your thighs apart. Aside from his elaborate scenes, Baek100 is also known for almost always recording some sort of oral scene. He has them down to a science at this point, moaning and whimpering into the microphone alongside the wet sound effects that he adds in. You rub your clit lazily, fingers circling the nub unhurriedly to match the audio’s pace.
It doesn’t take long to get you completely riled up with him praising you like this, slipping two fingers into your cunt when he asks, no, begs, to fuck you. You imagine him pounding into you, kissing you all over, groaning into your ear. You teeter on the edge of orgasm but you stop, stilling your hand inside yourself. You always, always wait for the moment, waiting for —
“Fuck, are you gonna cum for me, angel?” he grunts. “That’s it, cum all over my cock, my gorgeous girl.”
You resume your pace furiously, orgasm crashing into you as you imagine his teeth pulling on your earlobe, fingers pressing indents into your hips as he chases his own high. He comes with a choked moan, spilling himself inside of you, laughing breathlessly as his breathing slows. You could just turn the audio off now that you’re finished and sated, but instead you finish out the last few minutes of the scene as he kisses you gently, relieved that you accepted his confession. “I love you,” he whispers. “So much.”
Instead of just heading to sleep like you usually do, you decide to scroll through the comments of his post. Even though it’s just been uploaded, there are already a couple. One that calls him the most overrated creator on the site, but a couple of thirsty ones praising his voice, saying how hard they came just from listening. No one even says anything about the sweetness of it, just a bunch of filthy desires. You can’t help yourself — you feel a twinge of jealousy reading those words. Even though you’re technically just like them, just another person getting off to his voice, you can’t help but think that he’s yours, your little secret. You haven’t even told your roommate about him, and she’s the reason why you even got here in the first place.
You snort at yourself and roll over, placing your phone facedown on your nightstand. How could you be getting possessive over someone that’s just a voice to you? You close your eyes and drift into a restful sleep.
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It’s Wednesday, and Baekhyun’s eating dinner when he gets the notification.
[LIVE]: more SDV tonight! braving skull cavern (again) ₍^. .^₎⟆
Immediately, he clicks on the notification and smiles when he sees you, still setting up your game. You have the cutest focused expression on your face, not even paying attention to the camera or chat in the slightest. He types out a comment anyways. Good evening! How was your appointment? He sets his phone back on the table and shovels down another mouthful of noodles. To his surprise, your eyes flit to the screen just in time to catch his message.
“Oh, it was alright!” you say. “Pretty boring. Just my annual checkup and I had to pick up some prescriptions from the pharmacy.” Baekhyun doesn’t reply, but others fill in with their messages of concern. “Nothing serious, don’t worry. I’m good and healthy. Anyways, I think we can get started now. So we’re trying to get to floor 100 of Skull Cavern…”
Baekhyun’s been watching your streams for the better part of a year now, and every day he kicks himself for not interacting with you before. While you aren’t a huge streaming celebrity, you’re big enough now to be unable to catch every single message as they scroll by, and you also have a set of dedicated fans that watch almost every one of your streams. Of course, by definition Baekhyun would be one of those people, but he feels different, separate from them. Not hounding you for your attention, badgering you to play certain games, or straight up harassing you in chat. But watching quietly, listening to the small details of your life that you let slip, chiming in when there’s a moment to do so.
He has you on in the background as he goes about his night, cleaning up dinner, taking Mongryong out for a walk, tidying up around his apartment. He’s editing the latest audio cut for work when there’s the sound of knocking on your stream. He glances at his phone to see you sighing. “I hope my roommate gets that,” you say. The knock repeats, insistent. “Ah, sorry guys, let me go see who that is.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widen when you get up from your chair to reveal that you’re wearing the tiniest little cotton shorts. They hug you like a second skin and when you turn away, he can’t help but notice the curve of your ass as you walk. He swallows, looking away and tries in vain to focus on his laptop in front of him, which is easier said than done when his cock is stirring with interest underneath his sweats.
You return shortly after, quickly settling into your seat before Baekhyun can catch another good glimpse of your body. “It was just our neighbor,” you say. “My roommate was napping.” You continue to play as if nothing happened, as if you haven’t just left Baekhyun hard and aching. He stares at the screen again, gaze roaming your body — the dip of your collarbone, the column of your neck, your lips… God, how many times has he stared at your lips, thinking about all the things you could do with them.
He stares down at his now fully-formed erection and sighs, tossing his laptop to the side and pulling out his leaking cock. He wraps his hand around the base and pumps himself, closing his eyes. He’s done this so many times, endlessly imagining you under him, on top of him, your pretty lips wrapped around his dick. He would give it to you nicely, if you wanted, fucking you sweet and gentle with your hands interlaced. But if you asked… he’d pin you down and slam his hips into you until you were shaking and begging underneath him, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re incoherent. Just how pretty your face would look, jaw slack and eyes glassy and needy, tears streaming down your face. He’d coax out every single moan, every gasp, every whimper until the only word you remembered how to say was his name.
He opens his eyes, jerking himself off with more urgency now, seeking the image of you on his phone. You’re worrying your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration, battling monsters in Skull Cavern. “No, no, no,” you mumble as your health bar rapidly depletes. There’s the telltale chime of your death, and the sigh that leaves your lips afterwards is borderline pornographic. “Fuck,” you whine, throwing your head back.
That tips Baekhyun over the edge and he’s cumming, spilling over his fingers and his stomach, your name leaving his mouth in a hushed whisper. He stays like that for a few beats, breathing heavily as his heart rate settles. He grimaces as he’s brought back to reality by your laughter, having read something funny in chat. A tidal wave of shame washes over him as he reaches for a tissue to clean himself off.
Of course, he doesn’t know you, doesn’t know anything at all about your personal life or what you get up to, but based on your streams you seem like such a wholesome, innocent person. Your cutesy persona wasn’t overdone in an artificial way, but was ever-present, with your pink setup, emoticon usage, and choice in games. Even if that weren’t the case, Baekhyun feels a little guilty having such depraved images flash in his mind’s eye whenever he sees you. It was this guilt that had led him to start posting audios after all — just some way for him to pour out his sexual fantasies about you, make them feel a little more tangible, a little more real. He was already competent with audio editing from work, and hey, the little bit of Patreon money he made on the side was a nice bonus. But in any case, the bottom line is that you definitely don’t deserve some perv like Baekhyun jerking off to you. Not when you’re so nice and sweet.
“We’re reaching the end of the stream but I wanted to make a little announcement before I go,” you say, smiling cheerfully into the camera. “I’m going to make a post on Instagram right now as a celebration of reaching 10k subs! Don’t think I didn’t notice.” You laugh, and the sound makes Baekhyun’s heart melt, just a little bit. “If you comment on it with how long you’ve been watching my streams, you can enter to randomly win a one-on-one call with me! We can play games together or just hang out, whatever you want to do. And since you’re watching this live, you can get a head start.”
Baekhyun practically dives for his phone, pulling up your Instagram profile. He refreshes, then again, then again, until the post pops up. I’ve been watching you for almost a year! he comments. He hears you giggling again on stream. “You guys are fast, huh?” you tease, and it almost feels like you’re talking directly to him. “Anyways, I’ll release the results during Monday’s stream! See you all very soon.” The stream ends, and Baekhyun’s apartment suddenly feels more empty than it was before it started. He refreshes the post again, seeing more and more comments appear, his chances of speaking to you privately sinking lower and lower. He shakes his head at himself. It’s random anyways. Better not get his hopes up.
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“Okay, so can everyone see my screen?” You look for confirmation in chat that the random number generator is visible to everyone else. After reading the resounding yes’s, you hover your mouse over the button. “Alright, so I don’t want anyone to have any hard feelings or feel upset. It’s all just fun and games, and you have my word that this is randomly picked. Are we ready?” You hit the button and watch the numbers spin before finally landing on 4. Humming to yourself, you pull up the document that assigned the Instagram usernames of everyone who entered in the order of when they commented. You look for the fourth username and highlight the text, bolding it.
“Congratulations, bhyunbyun!” you say cheerfully. “If you’re watching this, I will be dm’ing you with details very soon.” You read through chat for the remaining minutes on stream, trying not to take too much stock in some of the more aggressive messages of disappointment. You try to stay unbothered by it, but you can feel that your smile is forced, stretched around the edges when you end the stream.
You head out to the living room and sigh.“Ugh, some of these people are so entitled.” You flop onto the couch next to your roommate, Selina, who scooches over to give you room.
“I’m telling you, it’s those gamer guys. They’re a different breed.” She blows on her nails that she’s currently painting a deep burgundy. “They think that you’re their Ramona Flowers or something.”
“I just can’t believe that they think I rigged it. I did the whole thing right in front of their faces.” You sigh, pulling out your phone. “Lemme message the winner, I need your help vetting him to make sure it’s not one of those.” You type in the username and pass your phone off to Selina.
Her eyes widen as she scrolls through his posts. “Dude, he’s so hot. Like seriously, I think this might be a catfish.” She hums thoughtfully but then her lips purse in surprise. “No wait. If this is a catfish, he’s a really convincing one. There’s posts that go back until like 2017.”
You groan, taking your phone back from her. “I’ll just message him and get him to send me some proof.” You let Selina chat your ear off about her day at work while you send the first message.
hi! congrats, you are the lucky winner of the private call with me :D. for safety reasons, would you be willing to send a photo of yourself making a thumbs up with smth that shows today’s date? like a laptop screen or something?
You’re not expecting a response right away, but it’s only a couple of minutes before your phone chimes.
Hey! I was watching the stream but I wanted to let you message me first. Thanks so much for the opportunity >.< Here’s the pic~
It’s definitely the same guy, though softer and unfiltered than in his perfectly curated posts. Closed-lip smile, soft brown bangs hanging just above his eyes, thumb pointed upwards in the gesture you requested. He’s posing with his laptop screen that shows today’s date and time, with an endearing photo of a corgi as his screensaver. He’s really cute.
You flip your screen to show Selina, who nods in approval. “Damn, I might want to be out of the apartment when you two have your call. Give you some alone time.”
“Shut up,” you mutter, cheeks burning. “Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he isn’t a creep.”
It turns out that bhyunbyun is not a creep. In fact, on top of being infuriatingly attractive, he’s super polite and accommodating of your schedule, working with you to find something that works for the both of you instead of demanding a certain date (and yes, you’re aware that the bar is in hell, but being a woman online means having some horror stories). In the nights leading up to the call, you find yourself lurking on his posts, drawn to him for some inexplicable reason. You scroll through pictures of vacations, fit checks, and the adorable dog from his laptop that the caption identifies as Mongryong.
It’s this newfound fascination that leads to you finally putting a face to your Baek100 audio fantasies. Something must be up with him, because he’s been pumping out a new audio every day for the past week (not that you’re complaining). He also has been more rough lately, sometimes foregoing plot details in favor of just straight up filthy talk (again — who’s complaining?) But before, where your fantasies had involved an unknown male figure, there are now very specific features that come to your mind.
“You’re so fucking slutty when you beg like that,” he growls into your ear. It’s a rare afternoon that you get to actually use your vibrator with the apartment to yourself. You fuck yourself with it on the max setting, your whole body trembling and writhing. “Why don’t you beg for me a little more, angel?”
You bite down on the back of your hand as you keen, hips bucking up to meet the toy. “That’s right, beg for my fingers, you fucking slut.” His voice is sharp and sticky like honey. In your mind, it’s bhyunbyun’s face hovering over yours, smirking down at you as he plunges his fingers into your pussy. It’s his lips in a condescending pout, cooing in faux-concern as you ache for him. “Don’t look away,” he growls. “I want you to look at me when you cum all over these fucking fingers. Cum for me.”
The tension snaps, and you cum harder than you have in a long time, back arching off the mattress, clenching around the toy. Spent and still floating on the high of your ecstasy, you stay lying there staring up at the ceiling, just trying to catch your breath. And then…
[CALENDAR] Call with bhyunbyun - 5 minutes
“Shit.” You scramble out of bed, heading to your desk to set up everything for the call. With the few minutes left slipping away through your fingers like sand through an hourglass, you do a once-over of your appearance in the Zoom preview window. You frantically brush the top of your hair down with your fingers and frown. You don’t look bad, but your cheeks are still a little flushed, and you can’t tell if your face looks guilty. As if, Hi, fan of my streams, I just got off to your face a couple of minutes ago. Nice to meet you! is written all over it.
The clock turns to 2pm, and you enter the call. It takes a couple of seconds for his face to appear, slightly backlit from sitting with his back to a window. His face is soft as he grins and oh yes you definitely are starting to feel a little bit of shame now because this guy just looks so… kind and well-meaning.
“Hello!” you say, hoping that you’re just imagining the shake in your voice.
“Hi,” he replies. “I’m Baekhyun. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.” Now that the adrenaline from earlier is starting to ebb away, you feel yourself relaxing a little more. “So, you mentioned that you didn’t want to play any games but just so you know, I can set up really quickly if you change your mind.”
“Nah, that’s okay.” Baekhyun runs a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs up to show off his forehead for a moment. He’s so hot. Fuck. “I don’t really play the kind of games you do.”
“You don’t?” You raise your eyebrows. “Why do you watch me then, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Baekhyun clears his throat, looking a little sheepish like you caught him. “Well, I like to play games like League, Valorant, you know. Not really ideal for having in the background when I’m trying to relax after work. So I randomly stumbled onto your streams and I thought your whole vibe was really calming and I’ve been watching ever since.”
“Ah. You have a stressful job then?”
“Honestly, not really, but who doesn’t get stressed about work sometimes?” He laughs. “I do freelance audio design, editing, sound mixing, that sort of thing. Mostly for commercials or music videos. The current company I’m working for right now is good, and they’ve given me some steady employment but when I was going from gig to gig it was pretty stressful.”
Huh. Something about Baekhyun seems familiar somehow, and the thought sticks to the back of your head like an annoying itch the longer he talks. The conversation flows naturally — Baekhyun asks about what your streaming plans are for the future, you ask him what he’d like to see on your channel — but that nagging feeling never quite goes away.
A high pitched bark snaps you from your thoughts as Baekhyun looks off the side of the camera, grinning widely. “Hey, Mongryongie! Look who woke up from his nap.” The corgi pokes its head into frame, peering at the laptop screen curiously. “Look, this is my new friend.”
Mongryong barks, louder this time. “Hey, don’t be rude,” Baekhyun scolds. Another bark. “Hey!” He picks the dog up in his arms. “We can’t bark like that inside, the neighbors got mad last time, remember?” Mongryong cutely turns his head, as if trying to ignore his owner, to which Baekhyun replies sternly, “Don’t look away.”
And it’s as if the world stops turning and time stills, because all of a sudden you realize why Baekhyun seems familiar to you. With those three words, he’s managed to turn this whole entire thing upside down.
Those same three words that you had just cum to minutes ago.
You gasp, and when Baekhyun turns to look at you, you try your best to turn it into a cough. “Sorry,” you choke, “One sec.” You take a sip from your water bottle. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
Except you can’t really calm down because Baekhyun is Baek100. Because why wouldn’t the universe be so cruel?
If you look especially flustered, Baekhyun doesn’t say anything about it. He continues the call with a now subdued and calm Mongryong in his arms, who occasionally looks at you judgementally as if to say, I know your dirty secret, you WHORE. By some miracle, you manage to keep up the conversation, as if this sweet, polite man in front of you is not only the main character of your wet dreams, but the whole damn architect who built them with his own voice.
Baekhyun’s just asked what kind of food you’ve been into lately. You bite back the urge to say You, obviously, and instead say, “There’s this new Korean restaurant that opened near my place, actually. It’s very good, I went there with my roommate the other day.”
“That’s funny,” Baekhyun says. “My friend actually just opened a Korean restaurant. I’ve been helping out. Only with the decor and stuff, though, I’m basically as helpful as a rock in the kitchen.” He laughs when Mongryong snuffles in his arms in agreement. “Did a lot of taste testing, which was fun.”
“Now that you mention it,” you hum, “the owner seems to be about our age. He was very friendly, but intimidating. He actually glared at us but it turns out that he wasn’t wearing his glasses and he couldn’t see. He was very apologetic.”
Baekhyun’s smile drops. “Wait… you’re not talking about Restaurant SooSoo are you?”
Your heart freezes. Now the universe is getting a little fucking ridiculous. “Um… Yes. It’s literally a five minute drive from me.”
“Holy shit,” Baekhyun breathes. “That’s my friend Kyungsoo. We’re in the same city.”
You both laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, because what are the odds that the guy you’ve been jerking off to is the same guy who happens to watch your streams, and who happens to live in the same city as you? “I can’t believe I’ve never seen you around,” he says in disbelief. “I feel like I definitely would have recognized you on the spot.”
And the way he says it, so full of fondness and maybe something else, if you were to believe your delusional thoughts, pushes you to take the plunge.
“Hey, what are you doing Friday night?”
“This Friday?” Baekhyun scratches Mongryong’s head thoughtfully. “Nothing, really. I was just gonna go bother Kyungsoo at the restaurant. Why?”
You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “There’s this bar that I really like called Heaven. Heard of it?”
“Yeah, think so.” He pauses for a beat. “What, so, is this a date?”
You drum your fingers on your knee nervously. “I really liked talking to you today, Baekhyun. And I wanna get to know you better. So, yes, I’d like it to be a date.”
Baekhyun’s lips form an ‘o’ in surprise, but then he beams, his cheeks turning pink. Cute. “Sure — I mean, yes! I’d love to!”
“Okay great,” you smile. “I’ll message you the details later?”
“Sounds good.” He licks his lips and then adds, “Hey, thanks for this, by the way. And I hope you don’t feel like you have to meet up with me just because we’re close by. If you’re not comfortable I really wouldn’t mind canceling.”
“That’s very sweet of you, but I want to.” You hover your mouse over the End call button. “Talk to you soon?”
“Definitely.” Baekhyun smiles. “See you soon!”
The screen goes black and you let out an exhale that you didn’t know you’d been holding.
What the fuck?
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Baekhyun fiddles with the zipper of his jacket with one hand, holding his phone up with the other. “Is this a terrible idea?” he asks. He leans back against the brick wall, the music from inside Heaven faintly thumping away. He stands outside the bar, waiting for you. He doesn’t know which direction you’re coming from, but he tries to not stand there, swiveling his head both ways like an anxious child crossing the street.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo deadpans. There’s some shuffling on the other line as he finishes up inventory for the night. “Like I said the last five times you’ve asked, I think this is not a good idea.”
“I know I just asked for your opinion and all, but I’m choosing to ignore it.” A group of voices across the street gets his attention, but none of them are you. “This isn’t like… ethically or morally bad, right?”
Kyungsoo sighs. “No, Baekhyun, I guess it isn’t ethically or morally bad to go on a date with someone that you’ve been having constant fantasies about after she’s literally just met you, but something doesn’t have to be ethically or morally bad for me to dislike it.”
“She asked me out, anyways,” Baekhyun says, petulantly. “And she likes your food.”
“Fine, I won’t say anything else about it then. Even if I’m just agreeing to ease your conscience,” Kyungsoo replies. “Is she there yet?”
“Um…” He looks across the street again and then suddenly he sees you. Your gaze locks onto his and you positively light up, lifting a hand to wave at him. Baekhyun feels his heart squeeze in his chest and maybe this isn’t a great idea, maybe an Internet crush is just meant to be an Internet crush, but it’s too late now. “Yeah, she just got here. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“In as little detail as possible please.” Baekhyun can hear Kyungsoo’s grimace over the phone. “But stay safe. Text me if you need anything.”
“Hi!” Baekhyun greets you, shoving his phone in his back pocket. “Nice to see you.” You look fucking incredible, he thinks, looking you over in your short, black dress. All dolled up just for him.
“Hello,” you reply, smiling shyly. “Thanks for agreeing to meet me here. It’s just a walk from my apartment but I hope it wasn’t a long drive for you.”
“Not at all. We’re pretty close to my place too.”
“Who could’ve guessed that we’d be so close?” you laugh.
You’re telling me, Baekhyun thinks. This whole time, he could have ran into you at any moment — on the street, on the bus, just fucking grocery shopping for God’s sake. The universe truly had such a cruel sense of humor.
“Shall we?” you ask, tilting your head in the direction of the entrance.
He reaches out and swings the door open, putting on what he hopes is his most charming smile. “After you.” The bar isn’t too packed for a Friday night, and you’re able to pick out a cozy booth in the back while he orders some drinks. He tries not to stare too hard at your perfectly glossed lips or the curve of your neck when he returns. His fingers brush against yours lightly as he hands you your drink.
“Thank you,” you grin. You scoot over in the booth and pat the spot next to you. “Sit next to me so it’s easier to hear each other.”
Sitting this close to you, Baekhyun can smell your perfume and oh, fuck, this is going to be difficult. In a different life he would be tempted to hike up the short skirt of your dress and take you right here in the dark corner of the bar, covering your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet. But he wills himself into composure. He has to be on his best behavior, starting now.
You tip your head back and he watches you swallow the first sip of your drink. His traitorous mind imagines you swallowing down his cock like that, drinking his cum. Then you smile at him gratefully and the pang of guilt nearly takes his breath away.
Okay. Starting now.
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A couple of drinks in, Selina’s words from earlier start to echo in your head.
“Girl, this is crazy,” she said. “You look so hot, but this is crazy.”
You finally stopped fiddling with your eyeliner, satisfied, and looked back at her. “I know,” you sighed. “Should I just tell him?”
“Mm… not yet.” A mischievous grin settled in on her lips. “Get to know him, wine and dine him, and then maybe you can hit him with the, by the way I know you make audio porn and I get off to you on the regular.”
You groaned, putting your head in your hands. When Selina had returned from her outing that day of your call with Baekhyun, she had come home to the sight of you strewn about the couch, lamenting your predicament. You had explained everything, from finding the Baek100 account months ago to impulsively asking Baekhyun out on a date. She consoled you and gave you pep talks the whole week leading up to the date, and only made fun of you a little bit. “Is this wrong?” you asked. “Am I like… taking advantage of him? He’s a viewer, isn’t he?”
“It’s not like you’re gonna hit it and quit it,” Selina said. She put her hands on your shoulders and looked at you seriously. “You like him, don’t you?”
“I do,” you admitted. “He’s really nice and super cute. He’s not what I expected, you know? He just seems like a down to earth guy. That’s why I don’t want to ruin it by being…” You waved your hands helplessly.
“A horny freak?” Selina supplied, raising an eyebrow.
“Selina.”
“I’m kidding, my love.” She planted a kiss on your cheek. “And you know what, he made the audios in the first place. He can’t 100% be this virginal boy-next-door that you keep describing. Be safe, be genuine with him, and the rest will fall into place.” She turned toward the door, putting her purse over her shoulder. “I’ll be back around noon tomorrow. Call me if you need me, I’ll be leaving my ringer on.” She gave you another look over before she left. “And seriously, you look so good.”
It’s obvious now that Baekhyun thinks so too (You might be a little nervous but you’re not blind). You can feel his heated gaze whenever he thinks you aren’t paying attention, his eyes snapping back up to meet yours when you turn towards him. Your desire for him is thick and heady, strengthened every time he leans his head in close to hear you better or tips his head back to take a sip of his drink. Tucked next to each other in the booth, you can smell his cologne, can see the freckle on the side of his nose from this close. The more time that passes, the more that you’re sure that you want him. You’re not drunk by any means, but the alcohol in your system is making you bolder, braver. They don’t call it liquid courage for nothing.
You lean over and place a hand on his knee, your lips just barely hovering next to his ear. “I told you that my place is nearby, right?”
You feel him stiffen under you, and then he pulls away, searching your eyes for something. Permission, maybe. “Are you drunk?”
You shake your head, smiling coyly. “Are you?”
“Not really. I mean, no. I’m not.” He runs a hand through his hair, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “I just don’t want to do something that you’ll regret.”
You tilt your head to one side and you catch the way his eyes lock on to the strap of your dress sliding down your shoulder. “Do you want me, Baekhyun?”
He swallows, then nods, eyes dark. “Yes,” he breathes. “Since the moment I saw — since the moment you got here.”
You slide impossibly closer, practically straddling him in the booth. You lean forward as if to kiss him, but pull away at the last second, ghosting your lips on top of his. “Then take me home,” you whisper.
The next several minutes pass in a blur, as Baekhyun pays the check and leads you out to his car. You give him the short directions to your apartment, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel as he drives. You’re barely aware of anything other than your heart thudding in your ears until you’re both in the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, Baekhyun has you pressed against the wall, his lips hurriedly devouring yours.
You let out a whimper against him, your hands seeking somewhere to land and settling on the hair curling at the nape of his neck. He kisses you like a man starved, all scorching and breathless, pulling you closer by your waist. He pulls away as the elevator doors open, chest heaving. You take his hand and lead him down the hallway to your apartment and hurriedly unlock the door. When it clicks shut behind you, he’s on you once more, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, your back pressed against the wall.
“Fuck,” he groans, and you feel your arousal deep in the pit of your stomach at the sound of his voice. He’s here, he’s actually here, kissing you and minutes away from (hopefully) fucking you. “I don’t — fuck — I don’t think I can control myself.” He presses his forehead against yours, pupils blown and eyes desperate. “Tell me again that you want this.”
“I want this so bad.” You tangle your fingers in his hair. “Please, Baekhyun, I want you.”
“Shit,” he whispers, awestruck. You move to kiss him but he stills. “Wait —” He sighs and steps away. “This isn’t right.”
The rejection stings and you cross your arms in front of you as if it can ward away the pit in your stomach. “What do you mean? You don’t want to?”
“No, I want to.” He looks guilty all of a sudden, not able to meet your eyes. “I want it really badly and I guess that’s… kind of the problem?” He runs a hand through his hair, already messy from where you’ve pulled it. “Look, I’ve… pretty much had a thing for you since I started watching you, and it wasn’t like… totally innocent.” He huffs, turning pink. “I guess I’m just saying that I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and you seem really nice, genuinely, and I don’t want to… corrupt you?”
“Corrupt me? Baekhyun…” You raise an eyebrow. “You know I’m a grown woman, right?”
He throws his hands up, spluttering. “Yes, I know that! But your whole thing with the cozy games and the pink everything and… you know.” He sighs. “I guess I just don’t want to scare you with how badly I want what I want.”
You shake your head, smiling at him reassuringly. “You won’t. And since we’re admitting things to each other…” You steel yourself, the words dying on your tongue. Baekhyun looks at you expectantly, still slightly on guard but starting to relax. Fuck it. “I know that you’re Baek100.”
Now Baekhyun flushes bright red.
“What the fuck?!”
“It was before we ever met, I swear!” You hug your arms around yourself tighter. “I’ve been listening to your… audios for a while. Months. The raffle was truly random and I didn’t know who you were until we spoke. So really, I should be the one apologizing because I asked you out knowing who you were without telling you.”
Baekhyun stares at you like you’ve grown a second head, stunned into complete silence. “So now that you know,” you continue, “you should also know that since I’m into that and I’m into you that you can’t scare me with anything that you possibly could want to do to me right now.”
He blinks, then puts his head in his hands. For a moment, you think that you truly fucked it up, that he’s seconds away from turning around and leaving you, probably going to delete his account and tell everyone that you’re a fucking freak (goodbye streaming career). He groans loudly. “How the fuck am I about to have sex with the hottest fucking woman alive right now?”
A laugh bubbles up out of your throat. “So we’re still about to have sex?”
He peeks at you between his fingers. “Obviously?”
You reach out and grab his wrists, gently pulling him towards you. “Then why don’t you continue what you were doing then?” you murmur, pressing your lips against his. It starts out a little awkwardly, then sweetly before he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He presses you against the wall, slotting his knee between your thighs as he leaves bites down the length of your neck.
“Do you touch yourself listening to me?” he asks.
“Yes,” you whisper. The admission feels like a release on its own and you shudder against him. “Ever since I saw your face I’ve been picturing you, too.”
Baekhyun bites down harder at that, earning a yelp. “Funny, because ever since I started making those stupid things I only ever thought of you.” Your hips buck up, grinding against his leg and he squeezes your ass hard in response. “Which ones were your favorite? The ones where I’m nice and sweet? Or the ones where I call you a slut and fuck you until you cry?” The whimper you let out is an answer enough and he chuckles. “So you like being degraded? Who knew that under that cute persona you were getting off to the idea of being my fucktoy.”
He gets down on his knees in front of you and reaches underneath your dress, sliding your panties down. He coaxes one of your legs over his shoulder and bunches the hem of your dress around your hips, pressing a kiss to your aching clit.
“You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this. I’m serious. All those things I said all those times, they were always about you.” He brushes a finger in between your folds and he swears under his breath. “You’re so wet, fuck.” He slips two fingers inside of you as his lips latch onto your clit and sucks.
“Fuck!” you cry out, grabbing a fistful of his hair. You throw your head back, the pleasure sudden and overwhelming, overtaking you. He alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking your clit, his fingers steadily pumping into you. He curls them and you sob, trying to pull away from the intensity to no avail.
Baekhyun grips your hip hard with his free hand. “Don’t run away from me now,” he murmurs, continuing to thrust his fingers into you. “I thought you wanted this so bad.” And fuck, you can’t help but think that the sweet boy over Instagram DMs is gone now, replaced by the voice that you’ve cum to countless times. All those nights alone in your room, stifling your moans, to this, the same man now coaxing them out of you with his words, his fingers, his tongue.
“Baek, I’m gonna —” He’s off of you in an instant, pulling his fingers out of you. The buildup of your orgasm withers away, unsatisfying and empty. You whine, trying to push his face back against you but he pulls your hand off of his hair.
“Not yet, angel,” he says, standing up. His lips are wet and shiny with you. “I want the first time you cum to be on my cock.”
“I wanna taste you first,” you whisper, before sinking to your knees in front of him. He exhales softly when you undo his belt, hisses when you free his cock and suck lightly on the tip, the salty tang of his precum on your tongue. You hollow your cheeks and sink down lower, taking the rest with your hand, coating his cock with your spit.
Baekhyun’s eyes flutter closed and he tips his head back, his jaw slack, soft pants leaving his mouth. He looks down at you and groans when your eyes meet. “You look so fucking good like this.” He rests his hand on your cheek. “You look like you belong there.” You moan around his length and reach for his wrist, placing his hand on top of your head. His eyes widen in understanding. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
He holds your head in place as he rocks into your mouth, gingerly at first but gathering strength with each stroke. You focus on breathing steadily through your nose, looking up at him even as your vision goes watery. He grunts when the tip brushes the back of your throat, making you gag. “So sloppy,” he murmurs. “You’re drooling all over yourself.”
The wet sounds of Baekhyun’s cock sliding into your mouth and the heavy weight of it on your tongue go straight to your core, and you can’t help but to rub light circles on your clit with your fingers. He pulls out of you abruptly and slaps your cheek with his cock, leaving a trail of spit and precum on your skin. “Uh, uh, stop that,” he commands. “Or I’m leaving right now.”
You whine and cease touching yourself, resting your hand on your thigh. He cups your chin in his hand. “Good girl. Now show me where the bedroom is.” You start to stand but he holds you in place. “I didn’t say to get up. I think you can get there just fine on all fours.”
You hesitate, your breath catching in your throat, and his gaze softens. He crouches down in front of you. “Too much?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ear.
You shake your head. “I think I’m just so turned on I froze for a second.”
Baekhyun grins at you, a real smile, and your heart tumbles for a second. But just as quick as the moment happened, it passes, and he stands up again. “Get on with it then.”
You lead him to the bedroom on all fours, your ears burning from embarrassment. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror as you pass it — makeup runny, hair disheveled, spit running down your chin. The straps of your dress fallen past your shoulders, exposing the top of your breasts. Baekhyun follows closely behind you, and you can feel his eyes devouring your body hungrily. “Fucking look at yourself. Have you ever done this before? Ever crawled on your hands and knees for dick?”
“N-no,” you whimper.
He barks out a laugh. “You probably love this. You love having me tell you what to do and then you just do it. Mindless cock-hungry slut. Those assholes in your chat would fucking lose it if they knew just how quick you got on your knees for me.” His words leave you breathless, dizzy and shaky with need.
You reach the bedroom and he opens the door for you. Somewhere along the way, he had discarded his remaining clothing, revealing his toned chest and the long, long lines of his broad shoulders. You wait for him at the foot of the bed, watching as he takes in your room. “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you and seen your bed in the background and wondered what you would look like getting fucked on it?” Baekhyun says. “I used to feel so bad thinking about you like that, but the whole time you were thinking about me like that.” He laughs to himself in disbelief. “Un-fucking-believable.”
“Please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, Baekhyun. I can’t take it anymore.”
He hums, as if considering it. “Take off your clothes.” His eyes are glued to your body as you shrug off your dress, the fabric hitting the floor with a quiet thud. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He takes you in his arms and kisses you, hands roaming your body appreciatively. “Condom?” he murmurs against your lips.
“I — um — I’m on the pill,” you admit. “So we don’t… have to…”
Baekhyun stares at you, eyes wide, his dominant persona cracking for a second. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You stroke his cock once, relishing in the way his hips pulse forward. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
His eyes flutter shut for a moment, a groan leaving his lips. He spins you around and lightly shoves you onto the bed, coaxing you onto all fours for him. You feel the mattress dip when he joins you, brushing the tip of his cock in your folds. “Can’t you beg for me a little more, angel? It’s unfair that you’ve been listening to me for so long and this is my first time hearing you.”
“Please,” you moan brokenly. You try to fuck yourself back onto him but he holds you in place with one steady hand on your hip.
“Please what?” He smacks your ass cheek sharply, your back bowing under the sting. “Be more specific.”
“Please fuck me. I want your cock in me, I want to cum.”
“Good fucking girl,” he groans, squeezing your ass one last time before sliding home. He waits, hips flush against yours to give you a second to breathe, before snapping into you again and again, setting a brutal pace. The force of it immediately shunts you forward, and you just barely brace yourself before your face hits the pillows.
Baekhyun moans, leaning forward to place a hand on the back of your neck. Not hard enough to restrict your airflow, but with just enough pressure to keep you in place. “Fuck — your pussy feels so fucking good, baby. You’re so wet, shit.”
A symphony of moans pours from your mouth, unbridled and shameless. Even as your arms give out under you and your face hits the pillows, he makes sure your head is turned to the side so your sounds remain unmuffled. “Let me hear you,” he grunts, delivering another sharp slap to your ass. “Tell everyone in this building just how good you’re getting fucked.”
“Baek —” You try your best to keep up with his pace, fucking backwards onto him, but it’s just too much — the buildup from all night, the pleasure from all sides, even just the knowledge that you’re living out your fantasy right here in your bed. It’s all too much all at once, and you feel yourself about to tip over the edge, clenching around Baekhyun’s cock.
He pulls out, ignoring your sob of protest. He flips you over on your back and you quiver under him, hips bucking up and searching for something, anything, to help you reach your peak. You feel the tears flowing freely now, running down your cheeks and onto the sheets below. He pouts, teasing and mean, his thumb brushing the tears away.
“Don’t cry, angel,” he coos. “I got you.”
“I want to cum,” you wail. “Please, fuck.”
He pushes his thumb into your mouth, salty from your tears. “Soon,” he promises, kissing your forehead as he slides back inside your aching cunt. “Just give me a little more, gorgeous.”
You’re thoughtless now, the need for release being the only thing on your mind as Baekhyun fucks into you mercilessly. His eyes are screwed shut in concentration, sweat beading on his temples, his chrome necklace swinging above you in time with his thrusts. You grab onto his shoulders, because if you don’t, you fear that you’ll lose yourself entirely, disintegrating into a puddle of overwhelming pleasure.
“How badly do you want to cum?” he grunts.
“I need it so bad,” you babble, unseeing. “Please, I’ve been good, I’ve been so fucking good for you.”
“Yes, baby, you have.” He plants his hands on either side of your waist and pounds into you, the corners of his lips curving upwards when you cry out even louder. “Cum for me, angel. Cum all over me.”
As if your body is wired to obey him, you cum, your back arching off the bed. Your movements have a mind of their own as you writhe against him, screaming as you splinter into infinite pieces. It feels so good, so fucking good after so long, you let yourself dissolve into bliss as your senses turn to static.
Distantly, you feel Baekhyun pulling out and you have half a mind to ask where he’s going before your thighs are being pushed apart. His mouth descends on your messy cunt, lapping up your wetness with renewed hunger.
“Baekhyun.” Your voice sounds foreign even to you, cracked and hoarse. You weakly raise a hand to halfheartedly push him away but he pins your wrist to your side, delving his tongue inside your pussy. “Baek, I can’t — fuck —”
“You can,” he says, slipping two fingers inside you, immediately finding that spot that makes you shake. “You look so good cumming, I want to see it again. Can’t you cum for me again, sweetheart?”
He pumps his fingers inside of you until you cum again, clamping your thighs around his head, the waves overtaking you until you’re sobbing. He climbs back on top of you and sinks into your aching, sore pussy, silencing your whimper with his lips. You twitch against him, the overstimulation taking you over. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, brushing your damp hair off of your forehead. His thrusts are slower now, but deep, burying himself all the way inside of you before sliding back out again. The sound of it is filthy and raw, your thighs damp with your wetness, spilling out each time he retreats. “My angel.”
You reach up and urge him downwards, tucking his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m yours,” you choke out. “I’m yours, Baek.”
He moans, guttural and needy, slamming into you once more. “Say that again, fuck, baby, please.”
“I’m all yours,” you breathe. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. “And you’re mine.”
He keens once and then he’s gone, rutting into you frantically as he bites down on your shoulder. His pace stutters, erratic, spilling inside of you. He continues to fuck you through it, shaking, his cum splattering between your thighs. “Yours,” he whispers. “I’m yours.”
You cool down against each other, trying to find the will and strength to compose yourself. Your body has other ideas, sinking against the mattress underneath Baekhyun’s weight. He props himself up to look at you, his eyes gentle. He kisses you once, twice.
“Hi,” he says softly.
“Hey, yourself,” you reply, smiling at him.
He pulls out, both of you wincing at the ache. You can’t help but feel the edges of sleep creeping in, your body exhausted. He brushes his thumb against your cheek. “I’ll clean up,” he whispers. “Get some sleep.”
And again, as if your body is wired to obey, your eyes flutter shut.
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You wake up alone, cold and sore.
You think for a second that maybe you dreamed it all, but the slight stickiness between your thighs and the used tissues in the trash can next to your bed say otherwise. You reach for your phone and there’s no new messages except for a check in from Selina.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You sit up, trying to blink the sleep away from your eyes as you open your messages with Baekhyun. He hasn’t blocked you, so that’s good, but he hasn’t said anything either. Surely he wouldn’t… ghost, right? You feel the sting of tears pricking behind your eyes, and you take a couple of deep breaths to steel yourself.
You hear your front door clicking open and you wipe a couple of stray tears from your face. Thank God, you and Selina can get some food and talk shit and forget this whole thing ever happened. But then you hear his hushed voice, just barely audible from outside your closed bedroom door.
“Yes, I’m doing it right now.” A pause. “I really hope so.” Another pause, and then a huff of laughter. “Okay, I’ll let you get back to work. Thanks, Kyungsoo.” The sound of footsteps leads up to your door and then it swings open gently.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Baekhyun smiles warmly at you and holds up a paper bag and a drink carrier with two iced coffees. “I ordered breakfast.” He sets the items down on your nightstand and sits next to you. He’s wearing last night’s slightly wrinkled clothes and his hair looks haphazardly kept, like he just frantically brushed his fingers through it, but he still looks handsome as ever. He reaches for your hand and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. “I wasn’t sure what you liked,” he admits sheepishly. “So one of the coffees is sweet and the other’s plain, and one of the pastries is sweet and the other is savory.”
“Thank you.” You smile at him, but it drops when a thought occurs to you. “How did you get back in the apartment?”
“I might have, well —” He winces slightly. “I might have left the door unlocked when I went downstairs to pick up the order?”
“Baekhyun.”
“I was only gone for like five minutes, I swear! Besides, if anyone broke in I could handle it. I have a black belt in hapkido, you know.”
You snort, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”
He gazes at you with such fondness for a second that it takes your breath away. The expression quickly morphs into one of concern. “I wanted to check and make sure that you’re okay after last night. I’m sorry, I know that I got a little carried away.”
“No, I liked it a lot.” Your ears grow hot at the memories. “Honestly, that was probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Oh!” Baekhyun’s cheeks turn pink. “Well… I’m glad. Same — same for me.”
You settle into comfortable silence for a few beats, Baekhyun absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of your hand, before he says what’s on both of your minds. “So, what happens now?”
“Well… I really want to see you again,” you say, smiling softly. “I really like you, Baekhyun. And last night was incredible but I also want to get to know you outside of… situations like last night.”
“I agree,” he replies. He then sighs lightheartedly. “As hard as it’ll be for me to keep my hands to myself, I agree.”
You smack his hand lightly and he yelps. He pouts at you until you kiss it away, smiling against your lips. You both have to stop yourselves before the kiss goes any further, but, you note with a bit of exasperation and glee, that it takes the both of you considerable conscious effort to do so.
“By the way,” Baekhyun says, “Since we’re gonna start seeing each other, I’ll delete the account.”
Your eyebrows knit together in concern. “Oh. I do appreciate it but I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
“I want to.” He grins cheekily. “I only ever wanted it to be for you, anyways.”
You hum in thought, and then nod. “Okay. But on one condition.”
“Anything, angel.”
You can’t help the grin that forms on your lips. “You have to make some private recordings. Just for me.”
Baekhyun laughs, like windchimes on a sunny day. When he beams at you it’s as if the sky opens up, bathing you in his warmth. He kisses you one last time, sealing his promise. “Deal.”
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man. i have no excuse for this. for real. lmaoooo
thank u to everyone who encouraged this. i hope it met ur expectations <3
Kyungsoo returns from his tour early and, wanting to surprise you, heads home to wait for your work shift to end.
Your day, however, is long and fraught, made worse by how much you miss Kyungsoo… and his total lack of correspondence all day.
“Warnings”;;
Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort? (lowkey), a little sappy (as all my romance pieces tend to be).
Two people who are so focused on their partner they forget to take care of themselves.
Summary sucks but it’s hard to write about slice of life pieces… like what happened, you asked? They had feelings and thoughts and then they expressed those feelings and thoughts with one another through subtle action.
Told in both 2nd Person (from Reader’s POV) and 3rd Person (from Kyungsoo’s POV) but not at the same time.
Request;;
“Hi author-nim! Recently came back to tumblr and discovered your Kyungsoo fics; thank you for writing content of our king <33 Are you taking requests right now? If so, may I request a suggestive/mild smut of being reunited with Kyungsoo after he finishes his tour or something where there's mutual pining/missing each other?” – @deetaedoh
I didn’t quite hit the smut aspect – it’s a little suggestive though? Hopefully it’s still good!
Notes;;
Written: May 19th, July 2nd, July 3rd.
Time: 3hrs
and uhh yeah I totally didn't post this on the wrong account initially lmfao
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It's a little after midday when Kyungsoo enters your shared flat. He's earlier than planned and you're at work. If he has to wait to see you he might as well recuperate, the tour having taken its toll. He places his bags in the bedroom and sits on the edge of the mattress. A minute passes. The luggage waits almost tauntingly. He checks the time – a few hours until you're home. With a small sigh he gets to work unpacking.
—
Not even an hour later and he’s fidgeting, his body tells him to rest but his mind races loops around the image of you. The luggage is taken care of but there's laundry in the hamper and dinner to prep. You've been doing everything the last few months–taking care of the place and yourself–alone. Tidying up would make for a nice surprise. Besides, it won't take long.
He can rest after.
—
Kyungsoo collapses into the lounger by the balcony window, a heavy sigh on his lips and a book in hand, and stares out the window. The city is a grey metropolis of skyscrapers and parking complexes. The sun lowers, edging toward sunset but not yet dark enough to justify living room lights or trigger streetlamps.
The apartment grows colder as the day passes.
The city moves on, but you're not home.
—
Another day gone by, another shift worked. Most of the time you enjoy work (as much as anyone can enjoy it, at least) but today slogged by. It wasn't any specific task or project, and it wasn't the trainings or impromptu meetings; you just hadn't heard from Kyungsoo. Radio silence. Not a peep all day, and you worried. You checked the news a little too frequently, fearing the worst, but found nothing significant. The tour, in its last leg, was going well. No mishaps, no disasters. You could investigate further, but respected the boundary between persona and personal. Idol D.O. was theirs; Kyungsoo was yours. Besides, fandom could get messy. Peace of mind is best achieved through separation of social media and reality.
... though your peace of mind wasn't particularly great right now.
Assuaging your worries over his well-being did nothing to address the real root of your discomfort: you missed him. A single day apart is torturous, let alone an entire tour. The calls and daily texts eased the ache, but paled in comparison to his physical presence. Warm, strong, caring – you yearn for his return.
But another gloomy thought crosses your mind: if he hasn't text, he's too tired to reach out. Exhausted and so far away from home. You resolve to contact his manager first thing tomorrow morning to arrange a care package. It's during this last stretch of tour that he'll need a boost the most. Some flowers and treats to say, ‘I miss you and I understand’.
Solution prepared, you drive home a mix of anticipation and relief.
—
It's dark by the time you park and enter the elevator. Your mind is racing, wide awake and making plans for tomorrow, while your body is already falling asleep. You rest your head back against the cold metal of the elevator, watching the numbers increase as you ascend floor after floor. A warm bath might help you sleep, or some herbal tea. Perhaps reading by the window? Nestled up in Kyungsoo's favourite chair...
The elevator dings and you depart, walking the short distance to your front door. There's a light on inside, its cool light spilling into the hallway as you enter. You frown. Were you really that out of it when you left this morning? Slowly pulling off your shawl and tossing your belongings on the entryway table, you make your way to the living room and instantly brighten.
Dozing on his recliner is Kyungsoo. He's the epitome of serenity; not a modicum of tension on his face. Soft hair bounces as he readjusts his position. You know he'd be more comfortable in bed, but the thought of waking him seems egregious. Instead you find a blanket and cover him. With a ghost of a kiss on his cheek, you take the chair opposite him, promising you won't fall asleep.
Just a few minutes to decompress…
—
When Kyungsoo wakes, the first thing he notices is you. Beautiful in your sleep, angelic even. His body moves before he processes the blanket draped over him – a testament of your affection. He scoops you up into his arms, too tired to realize the action isn't as soft as he envisioned. You startle awake, eyes wondrously alert before your gaze locks onto him and you instantly relax, melting into his embrace.
"You're awake," you say, your tone warm and fuzzy.
"Let's get you to bed," he says, voice low and quiet, as if he hasn’t already woken you.
"No." You squirm in his arms and he helps you stand straight, hands remaining perched around your waist. "I was going to take a bath..." You trail off as you look around. "What time is it?"
"It's pretty late. I'll run the bath."
"No, no, no. I think I'd fall asleep the moment I got in. I'll just shower – you go rest, okay?"
You kiss him on the lips, chaste and sweet, before stumbling toward the bathroom.
Kyungsoo has no intention of leaving your side, especially when you're five seconds from collapsing. Like a stalwart guardian he follows in your shadow, always ready to catch you should you fall.
—
Water drips from your hair and chin into the sudsy bubbles of the bath. Despite the late hour, Kyungsoo insisted you take one, saying you earned one after your long day. You'd barely mentioned how your day went before he pulled out the salts and soaps. Selfishly, you didn't tell him what truly made your day unbearable: how you needed more than anything to see him. Selfishly, you wanted every moment with him to last forever.
It isn't until he pulls you close, his chin resting on your shoulder, that you realize some of the droplets running down your cheeks are tears.
"What's wrong?" he asks, the words a deep rumble you feel through his chest.
You don't reply; there's no words to convey what you're feeling. Instead you sidle just far enough away to give yourself the room to turn and take him in. Gentle eyes watch you in turn, and it’s in those eyes you capture the emotions you've bottled up over the months: yearning, scattered across a thousand small moments, shining like stars.
Sitting up, you lean toward him. He meets you halfway, his lips plush against your own. Your eyes flutter close and you let your body speak for you, chest pressed to his as you chase his heartbeat, slow and steady, relaxed in the way only lovers with eternity ahead of them can be. Your heart syncs with his, calm now that it's reunited with its other half.
He's warm, so much warmer than the steaming water, as you wrap yourself up within his arms. He’s quick to reciprocate, holding tight like you're no more than a dream he might lose in the morning. You deepen the kiss, hungry for him, desperate in your need to have him. It's been so long since he was here with you and you've missed him – every aspect of him, of the intimacy not just emotional, but physical as well, you’ve missed him.
When you break the kiss with a single thought ready to pour forth he says it first, tender yet unshakeable, as if his words are a universal certainty.
"I love you,"
and you know no matter time nor distance that you’ll always find your way back to one another.
↳ summary: five years after your divorce, you reunite with your ex husband at an old friend's wedding.
↳ wc: 6k
↳ baekhyun x f!reader | angst, smut | exes (divorced) au, nonidol!au. smut warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v. the character jun is not junmyeon! just an oc
↳ a/n: i've been in such an angst mood and i've never written anything like a divorced au, so when this request put the idea into my brain i knew i just had to write it.
The wedding venue sits outside the sanctuary of the Uber, flocks of people dressed in their finest wear heading towards those heavy double doors. Your body betrays you, instantly searching the faces of the men before you even realize that you’re doing it, looking for those all too familiar features.
“Is… this the right stop?” the Uber driver asks, looking with concern at your expression. You’re sure that your face displays all of the emotion you’re feeling at once: anxiety, stress, straight up fear. None of the emotions that you should be feeling before attending the wedding.
“Yes, thank you. Sorry.” You shoot him a shaky smile that you’re sure does nothing to convince him that you’re fine. Lucky for you, you’ll have all the opportunity in the world tonight to practice this expression.
You let yourself out of the car, your legs feeling shaky and unstable beneath you as you walk towards the venue. Truth be told, you could probably have gotten away with bailing on this wedding. The married couple-to-be were two of your old college friends, ones that you kept in touch with enough to tell each other happy birthday, or to let each other know when you were in town, but not close enough anymore that you thought that your attendance to the wedding would be expected in any way. But, you didn’t have a good enough excuse, and after all, they came to yours once upon a time.
You don’t particularly recognize anyone when you make it inside, seating yourself at the very edge of the row in the back. Your eyes start to do that thing again, the scanning. You can’t help yourself. If you could just see if he’s here or not, then maybe the anxious pit in your stomach would finally settle, and it wouldn’t feel like you’re about to jump out of your skin whenever a new person walks through the doors.
Minutes pass. He doesn’t seem to be seated, and for a second you can delude yourself into thinking that he isn’t coming. An overwhelming part of you is relieved, but a small part hurts still, even after all this time. Baekhyun loved weddings. If he doesn’t come, then maybe it’s because he couldn’t face you after all.
And of course, as soon as the thought occurs to you, he walks in through the doors.
Time has been kind to him. While his features have softened slightly over the years, he’s still as effortlessly handsome as ever. You had heard through the grapevine that he had dyed his hair blonde at some point, but if he did, it’s back to its natural black now, falling softly over his forehead.
He’s alone, you realize with relief, which is immediately followed by guilt. Why should it matter if he’s with someone or not? It’s been five years, after all. If you had found someone new by now, it wouldn’t have been unreasonable.
Baekhyun scans the room for somewhere to sit, and before you can prepare yourself you realize that he’s locked eyes with you. He freezes, an unreadable mixture of emotions passing through his face. His entire body locks up, unsure in which direction it wants to go.
You don’t know why you do it. Maybe a part of you deep within your marrow will always call out to him. But you smile at him, tilting your head invitingly towards the empty chair next to you. It takes him a second to decide, but he starts to walk towards you. You wonder if the decision comes easily to him as easily as it had come to you.
“Hi,” he says quietly, smiling softly. “Been a long time.”
You stand and hug him in greeting, a friendly, indifferent hug that you might give to a distant relative you haven’t seen since childhood. He smells different: a cologne you don’t recognize, but he feels the same in your arms. If you closed your eyes, tuned out the world and the events of the last five years, you could have convinced yourself that you were standing in your first shared apartment together, back when it felt like you had eternity in front of you.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to come,” he admits, sitting down next to you.
“For Isa and Jun? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“After all, they came to ours,” Baekhyun smiles wide at the memory. “Did you ever get confirmation from them if they hooked up or not?”
You laugh. “Oh yeah. Isa made me swear not to tell you.”
“Funny,” he replies. “Jun would never give me a straight answer.”
The two of you settle into an awkward silence. The back of your neck prickles with self-consciousness: you always thought that if you saw Baekhyun again you would know what to do. That age or the passing years would impart you with some wisdom that would tell you exactly what to say or not say. But you still feel as clueless and helpless as ever, and when you catch your gaze drifting towards him you can’t help but break eye contact before it really has a chance to hold.
“How’s your mom?” he asks.
“She’s good,” you reply. “Finally retired. Yours?”
“She’s okay,” he says carefully. “She’s getting kind of forgetful. She asks about you sometimes.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s as if you never left.” You’re not sure if the bitterness underneath his voice is real or a projection of your guilt. “She asks why I don’t bring you around every time I go to visit her.”
“Oh.” You stare down at the floor, fidgeting with the fabric of your dress. “I’m sorry. About your mom.”
“Thanks.” He pauses for a second, then says, “Are you seeing anyone?”
You nearly snort in surprise. When you meet his gaze he’s smiling slightly, even though the bright red shade of the tips of his ears give him away. “That’s quite confrontational,” you say.
He shrugs. “I’ve always wondered. Didn’t want to beat around the bush any longer.”
“It’s not any of your business,” you say, “but no. I’m not.”
“Me neither,” he replies, a bit too quickly.
You laugh. “And just what am I supposed to do with that information?”
“You don’t have to do anything with it.” He nudges your side. “But knowing you, I know you’ve been wondering about it too. You just never would’ve asked.”
The wedding procession begins, halting all conversation between the two of you. It’s a beautiful ceremony, one that you can’t help comparing with your own, especially with Baekhyun by your side. Isa and Jun look as happy and nervous as you and Baekhyun did that day, and when they kiss you remember the way that Baekhyun tucked a strand of hair behind your ear right before he leaned in, his hand cupping your chin gently, reverently. A sudden welling of emotion surges through your chest as you applaud, and you have to fight the wave of tears that threaten to spring free from your eyes.
The reception is on the second floor of the venue, and you walk by Baekhyun’s side up the stairs. You talk a little, polite chatter with no substance, vague commentary about the ceremony. Finally, you make it to the seating arrangement and find that you’re seated on opposite ends of the room. You’re not surprised; you know that Isa and Jun didn’t want to cause a scene between the two of you, but somehow you still feel vaguely disappointed.
“So I guess this is where we part ways,” Baekhyun says.
‘Come find me later,’ you want to say. But you already feel like you’re overstaying the niceties, and you don’t want to push on the walls that you’ve carefully built up over so many years.
“I guess so,” you say instead.
Dinner is a pleasant if not somewhat boring affair. You’re seated with some old friends from college, and you spend the hour catching up with them. It’s all nonsense, conversations that loop in circles, until finally one of them says,
“So, I saw you were sitting with Baekhyun earlier.”
The entire table shuts up. The girl’s friend elbows her underneath the table and her face goes bright red. “I-I’m sorry, I just mentioned it because I thought maybe you had gotten back together—”
“It’s okay,” you interrupt. “No, we’re not back together. We were just catching up.”
“Have you read his latest novel?” someone else asks.
You shake your head sadly. “I haven’t read any of his work since the— since we broke up,” you admit.
“Oh. I think he wrote it for you.”
Across the room, you see him engaged in a lively conversation with his tablemates, a stark contrast to the awkward sludge you find yourself in. It’s always been like this, hasn’t it? Always the star in the center of the room, dazzling anyone caught in his orbit.
“I wouldn’t know, sorry,” you say, voice tense.
“Hey, let’s talk about something else, yeah?”
The night continues to unfold. You finally get to catch up with Isa after the dance floor opens, gushing over how beautiful she is and how lovely the ceremony was. She clasps your hands and looks at you with wide concerned eyes.
“You’re okay, though? I heard you sat next to Baekhyun during the ceremony.”
“Jeez, it’s your wedding, why are people talking about me?” you joke, rolling your eyes. “It’s okay, Isa. I invited him to sit with me.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You invited him? Did you sneak in any alcohol?”
“No. To be honest, I don’t know what came over me. But… I don’t regret it? I guess? It ended up being okay.”
“Okayy…” Isa drops her concerned expression but still squeezes your hands reassuringly. “Be safe tonight, let me know if you need anything. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, okay?”
After some dancing and a glass or two of wine, you find yourself slipping into the hallway to find the bathroom. A set of double doors leading out to an empty balcony catches your attention, and you let yourself out. The night air is cool against your face, finally free from the humidity of the day. You lay your elbows against the balcony railing, staring out at the calm night. Behind you, the soft click of the door opening is barely enough to shake the sense of peace that’s washed over you, even as you instinctively know who is standing behind you.
“It’s cold,” Baekhyun says softly.
You shake your head, eyes still trained onto the dark horizon even as he sidles up next to you. “It’s not. It feels nice.” You fall silent for a moment. “I heard you wrote a new book.”
“I did. Did you read it?”
“What do you think?”
Baekhyun laughs. “I don’t blame you. It feels weird, though. It’s the first thing I’ve written that you’ve never even read a little bit of.”
“It probably was easier for you without all my edits,” you quip. “All that red ink I’ve used over the years.”
“I feel like you wouldn’t have needed it this time.” The corner of his lips quirk upwards in a crooked smile. “I only used ‘indeed’ to start a sentence fifteen times. I counted.”
“Wow,” you laugh. “You’ve changed so much.”
“And you haven’t changed at all.”
The tone with which he made the sentence hangs between you, heavy and damp in the air. You swallow. “Baek—”
“Don’t take that tone with me,” he huffs, voice already weary.
“What tone?”
“Like you’re about to scold me.”
Your eyebrows draw together, a tinge of annoyance sparking in your gut. “I wasn’t going to scold you.”
Baekhyun chuckles, staring back out at the night. “We were together for twelve years,” he says. “You think I don’t know you?”
“You don’t know me. Not anymore.”
“Maybe,” he replies, sighing. His voice is tinged with a deep, tired sadness, one that makes him sound older than he actually is. “But I like to think that I did, once upon a time.”
Your voice comes out hushed. “Do you really want to do this here?”
“Well. When will we see each other again?” Baekhyun asks, suddenly turning towards you. “Look, I understand that you didn’t want to be married anymore. But… But did you have to just disappear?”
“I needed a clean break, Baekhyun,” you say. “It would be too hard to be around you after everything.” You still remember the way he looked the day those words tumbled out of your mouth as if it was yesterday: his dark eyes round and glassy with hurt, lips stretched thin, trembling slightly.
He didn’t cry. Didn’t scream at you. Didn’t beg. He just looked down at the breakfast table silently with his hands clenched together, letting your words hang heavy in the air. I want a divorce. I can’t do this anymore. You knew then that you had broken his heart. You couldn’t bear to be around to witness the fallout.
“Do you think…” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “...after all this time you can give me a straight answer about why you did it?”
You wince. You had been cagey about it back then, dodging his requests for clarity, even though he never asked with any hostility, any malice. He simply wanted to understand, wanted to get back inside of your head after finding himself suddenly shut out. You never gave him a direct answer, couldn’t articulate the messy feelings that you felt, couldn’t put into words the years of disappointment.
“I just… We’ve been together since high school, Baek. We were kids! I needed to grow up, y’know? Find out who I was as an adult.”
“And you needed to leave me in order to do that?” His voice sounds small, cowering like a wounded animal. “You don’t think I was also finding myself? We could’ve done that together.”
“I guess I needed to find out who I was without you. I felt stuck.”
“I never meant to make you feel stuck,” he says. “What did you need from me then? How could I have made it better?”
You scoff. “What difference does it make now?”
Baekhyun swallows. “I just want to know. I just need to know what I did wrong.”
Your eyes close on their own accord, your body’s attempts to shield yourself from the memories. But they come flooding back anyways, the repressed emotions rushing to the surface with ease. All those nights alone while Baekhyun wrote, sleeping in a bed that felt too large, even when he eventually came to your side. Following him to all of his publicity events you never wanted to go to. He never asked if you were free, never asked if you were having a good time. It was just… expected. Anniversaries and birthdays turned impersonal: he no longer wrote you silly love sonnets or surprised you by renting out a movie theater just for the two of you to watch your favorite romcoms, replaced instead with a bouquet of roses and dinner at the latest fancy restaurant.
Minus the few nights when you flew into a rage, your dissatisfaction rising like bile in your throat, tears trailing paths of fire down your face while Baekhyun held your broken, crumpled form on the ground and mumbled apologies against your temple until your sobs finally withered off, your relationship was fine on paper. He was good with words after all; he built his whole life around painting pretty pictures with them. It was in the actions, in the follow through, where he failed.
Baekhyun’s words were so good at making people feel seen. That’s why it hurt so bad when you knew you that he could no longer see you.
You turn to leave but he steps to the side, partially standing in your path. “Please,” he begs. “Please don’t go.”
“I want to go inside now,” you mumble.
“Please just answer me.” Baekhyun’s voice trembles. “Just tell me what I did wrong and then I’ll let you go.”
You take in a shaky breath, averting your eyes from the heat of his stare. “It’s just…” He stays silent while you trail off, waiting patiently for you to continue.
“You didn’t love me,” you whisper.
Baekhyun doesn’t say anything for a moment, just lets the words sink in. His face morphs into an expression of confusion and devastation.
“What?”
“Towards the end, I just didn’t feel like you loved me anymore.”
“I loved you so fucking much,” he exhales, voice wet with emotion. “I loved you so much that I forgot how to breathe sometimes with how badly it hurt.”
“I begged you to love me!” you sob. Your outburst surprises you, and you feel the tears, sticky on your face, before you even feel them falling from your eyes. “You don’t remember? You don’t remember me falling to my fucking knees, night after night, sobbing?”
“Of course, I remember.” His jaw is clenched, bottom lip wobbling as he’s taken back to that night. When he closes his eyes he can see it, can practically hear the desperation clawing your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m as sorry now as I was every day that I apologized.”
“It was too late,” you whisper. “It shouldn’t have come to that.”
“I know.” He looks back out at the horizon. “I know.”
“You let your work come between us. I felt like an accessory. You did everything that checked off the boxes of a perfect husband without thinking if it was something that I wanted.”
Baekhyun’s jaw tenses. “And that made you feel unloved?”
“I felt unseen. Isn’t that the same thing?”
He flinches. He drums his fingers against his thigh restlessly in that way he always did when he knew you were winning an argument.
“What are my favorite flowers, Baekhyun?”
“Orchids,” he says instantly.
“And what flowers did you get me for our last two anniversaries?”
Baekhyun opens his mouth silently before closing it, the realization hitting him all at once. “Roses,” he whispers.
“Romance became a routine to you,” you reply, your voice thick and heavy. “It wasn’t about me anymore, I was just another thing to check off your list.”
“You’re being a little unfair,” he says hoarsely. “Those were some of the worst years of my professional life. I hated what I was writing, and my agent was always on my ass. People were hounding me for a sequel to the worst thing I’ve ever written. I’m sorry that I neglected you, but I wasn’t doing it on purpose. I wasn’t trying to be cruel.”
“You don’t have to do it on purpose for it to be cruel, Baekhyun,” you spit. “Accidents can hurt just as much.”
Silence falls between you two. Now that the words are out in the open, your vulnerability feels ugly and raw, stripped bare. You resist the urge to curl in on yourself, steeling your resolve before opening your mouth again. It’s not fair that only Baekhyun gets to walk away with some answers.
“Can you do me a favor?” you ask.
He perks up. “Anything.”
“Can you… tell me one honest thing? Just tell me something that’s true so I feel like seeing you wasn’t just a massive waste of my time.”
The sharpness of your remark doesn’t seem to hurt him. Or maybe he’s just good at hiding his hurt. “Something honest?”
“Yes. Just… something that you never told me.”
“Okay.” He turns, open eyes earnestly searching yours. “I still love you. I never stopped.”
You can practically hear your heart breaking in half, a sharp, ragged pain that tears through your chest. You feel tears welling up in your eyes again and you break his stare, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Don’t be mean. Please.”
“I would never be mean to you.” His eyes are dark, brimming with unshed tears. “I was a lot of things to you. Stupid, immature, neglectful. But I was never, ever mean.”
“You still hurt me, though.” You swallow around the lump in your throat. “You hurt me more than you could imagine.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” He takes a step forward and grabs your hands. They’re freezing, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away. Not now. “I would have listened. I would have fixed it. You didn’t give me a fucking chance!”
“I gave you plenty of chances,” you say bitterly. “I seem to remember a lot of crying and asking you to fix it.”
He shakes his head firmly. “No. You cried, and I apologized, and I asked you what was wrong and you just closed off. You never told me. You would pretend the next day that everything was fine, like I couldn’t feel the sadness coming off of you.”
“Maybe I just didn’t want a love that needed fixing,” you whisper. “Isn’t it supposed to be easy? Loving someone?”
“So that’s why you didn’t want to fix it? Because it wasn’t easy?” He looks at you with wide eyes, bewildered. “Love is a choice. It’s not some passive thing. I woke up every day and I chose you, I chose you when it was easy and I chose you when it was hard.”
“So, what, are you saying you would still choose me now?”
“Yes.” Baekhyun’s bottom lip trembles. “Yes, fuck, yes. I would choose you every single day of my life. I choose all of you, your anger, your spite, your tears. I would choose you even on the days that you don’t choose me, on the days when you don’t want anything to do with me.”
“But why?”
“Because I love you.” He says it like it’s so simple. Some irrevocable, unshakeable fact of the universe.
“Then why did you let me go? Why say that you would have fixed it now, huh? Why didn’t you beg for me to stay then?”
Baekhyun goes silent. You see the moment he disappears, retreating back into the memory of the day you asked for the divorce. “It was your eyes. They were so… sad. If letting you leave me meant that that sadness could go away… then I would do it.”
Your voice comes out nothing more than a ragged hoarse whisper. “What are you doing here, Baekhyun? Why did you follow me out here? Why won’t you let me go like you did back then?”
He reaches out slowly, giving you the chance to dodge his touch as he goes to cup your cheek, the same way he did on your wedding day. You don’t. You let his touch ghost across your face, until his thumb is caressing your bottom lip.
Your breath feels stuck in your throat, and you barely dare to move even an inch. His eyes search yours, gaze broken wide open. Vulnerable.
“You’re still sad,” he whispers. “I saw it from the moment I laid eyes on you today.”
You’re trembling, shaking in the cool night air. You don’t dare look away.
“You regret it,” he says. “You regret leaving.”
“Stop,” you whisper.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“I—” You swallow, gazing up at him, your heart thudding in your chest and hammering against your ribcage. He looks at you expectantly, unwavering.
“Tell me,” he sobs, his voice a rough, desperate thing.
Your voice breaks, fresh tears falling down your face as you reach up to place your hand on top of his.
“I can’t.”
When he kisses you, it feels like home.
He doesn’t devour you. Doesn’t claim your lips with the all-encompassing hunger that only comes from being apart for half a decade. He kisses you with reverence, devotion, like you’re some delicate thing made of porcelain that he can’t bear to break again. His hands are shaking, trembling as he cups both sides of your face, thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks like he can’t believe that you’re real.
“Baek,” you whimper, pulling him closer towards you.
He pulls away slightly, eyes closed, to whisper your name, eyelashes fanned out across his upper cheekbones. You realize with a start that it’s the first time you’ve heard him speak your name in five years, the first time since the day you left that you’ve heard your own name spoken with such overflowing love.
It’s fucking terrifying.
You take a step back, wobbling in your heels. Baekhyun reaches out as if to catch you but then stops himself at the last second.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes wide as if he’s seen a ghost (he has). “I know, I overstepped—”
He makes a noise of surprise, maybe relief, when you press him against the balcony railing, hands gliding into place, tangling in his hair before your lips descend onto his. Your kisses have more energy, five years of the regret that you never allowed yourself to feel bubbling towards the surface. His hands settle on the small of your back, drawing you in impossibly closer as he matches your intensity.
You know it’s a terrible idea, but you let your tongue glide across his bottom lip anyways, sparks flying low in your stomach when he groans, needy and desperate. He shifts, and you feel him growing hard in his slacks, pressing insistently against your thigh.
“Not here,” he whispers frantically, cupping your face with both hands once again. “Not… Not like this.”
“I— I could call an Uber,” you say. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, lips and fingers tingling. “We could go to my hotel.”
“I drove here. I don’t live too far away, if you prefer that.”
You manage to sneak away from the wedding, making a mental note to apologize to your friends in the morning. The drive to Baekhyun’s place is short, and you barely have time to take in everything new and unfamiliar to you (new car, new house) before he’s ushering you through the front door, through darkened, unfamiliar hallways, into an unfamiliar bedroom.
“Are you sure?” he pants against your lips, shrugging off his suit jacket and letting it fall to the ground unceremoniously.
“I’m sure.” Your fingers are trembling as you reach out to undo his shirt buttons. You shiver as he unzips your dress, eyeing your body as you become bare for him.
“Fuck,” he whispers. He stands there, motionless for a few moments, taking time to drink in your image. You shift self-consciously, thinking about the ways in which your body has changed since the last time Baekhyun’s seen you, your arms going to cover yourself on instinct. His eyes narrow, pinning your arms by your side as he walks you back against the bed.
“Don’t do that,” he says, voice strained as if the thought of you covering up physically pains him. “You’re so… You’re so beautiful.”
The rest of both of your clothing gets removed until you’re both fully bare in front of each other, Baekhyun’s fingers hovering, unsure at your entrance. “I-It’s been a while since I’ve… since anyone’s…” you stammer, ears turning hot.
“For me too,” Baekhyun admits. “I’m a little out of practice.”
“Take your time,” you breathe, settling your head against the pillow. You close your eyes, heart pounding in your ears.
The first touch of Baekhyun’s plush lips against your clit makes you jolt in surprise, and your mouth falls open when he slides both fingers inside. He starts off hesitant at first before his confidence steadily grows, his fingers curling inside of you right as he sucks.
“Baek!” you gasp, clutching the sheets with your fists. You dare to look down at him and almost regret it immediately: his expression can only be described as pure bliss, staring up at your face with raw want. The sight makes you clench around his fingers, already coming undone underneath him.
Baekhyun growls, parting from you with one last noisy suck, scooting up the bed so that he’s already lining himself up with you.
“‘M sorry,” he gasps desperately, the tip of his cock dipping shallowly into your folds. “I’ll make you cum again with my mouth later, I just fucking need to be inside you right now.”
In another lifetime when things went right, you might have teased him for his desperation, but here you can’t do anything but hook your leg around his waist, drawing him even closer. “I know,” you whimper, locking your arms around his neck. “I know, Baek, it’s okay.”
When he slips inside you, you nearly have to bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out. It feels good, too good, and your fingers scramble for purchase on his back just to ground yourself. Baekhyun holds back, letting you adjust to the stretch, but the way that his eyes are screwed shut tells you that it’s not so easy for him to stay still.
“F-Fuck,” he whimpers, tucking his chin to his chest. “I missed you.”
The broken way he says it tears a hole in your chest. The admission builds on your tongue, so strong and earth-shattering from being repressed for so long that you can’t even think to stop it.
“I missed you too.”
He sobs, hips pitching forward of their own accord as his gaze breaks wide open, looking at you with every single emotion— love, lust, longing— on full display. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of hearing you say that.”
He doesn’t— can’t maintain a slow pace for long. Not when you’re sprawled like this underneath him, squeezing around him like you were made for him. It feels too good, but he can’t let himself close his eyes, needs to remember what you look like right now just in case it’s the last time.
You brush your thumbs over his cheekbones, cradling his face as he fucks you, emotions and pleasure mixing messily in your chest. “Feels so good,” you gasp. “Don’t stop, please.”
Baekhyun groans, slipping one hand in between you to rub your clit. “Need to feel you,” he babbles, almost incoherently. “Need to feel you cum on me… please, baby.”
The unexpected term of endearment makes you gasp, back arching into his touch as your orgasm crashes into you suddenly, overtaking you from the inside out. Baekhyun moans shakily, going down onto his elbows and cradling your head in between his arms, stroking your hair affectionately as you tremble through it. He’s close enough for you to press your lips against his collarbone, throwing your arms around his back and pulling him even closer.
He thrusts in you deep, every inch of his cock sending pulses of electricity up your spine, your sensitive walls still twitching through the aftershocks. He whispers words of affection against your temple, endless praise flowing freely from his lips. You mouth at his sweat-damp skin, pleasure clouding your mind, your better judgement, and you whisper the one thing, the only thing, that you know to be true after tonight.
“I love you.”
Baekhyun shudders. “Say it again,” he whispers desperately.
You pull back so that he can look deep into your eyes, so he knows. Knows just how much it scares you, how badly the words shake you to your core, but also just how much you mean it.
“I love you.”
Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, rutting inside of you with a primal need until he cums, spilling inside of you with a low groan. “Fuck, I love you,” he says, voice shaking. “I love you.”
The afterglow is devastating.
After cleaning up, the two of you lay side by side in the darkness just like you used to. Baekhyun plays with your hair, twirling the strands between his fingers silently. The expression on his face betrays his worry; while he smiles at you and indulges you with kisses, his eyes show worry.
“Please don’t leave before I wake up tomorrow,” he murmurs.
Your eyebrows crease together. “You think that I would?”
“I don’t know,” Baekhyun whispers. “You’ve left me before.”
“Baek…” You swallow. “I’m not going to say that we should get back together right now, but… you were right. I do regret the way that I handled things. But it’s a lot to think about, okay?”
“I know. I don’t expect you to make any sort of decisions right now. Just… don’t disappear again.”
“I won’t.”
Baekhyun gives you a watery smile, tracing the curve of your face with his thumb. “My love, my sun who floats by and by,” he whispers.
“Shines brighter than all the stars in my sky,” you whisper back. A nonsense sort of couplet that he had written for you back in the early years of your relationship, one that he would sing to you on nights just like this. “I haven’t heard that in years.”
“It’s so silly,” he laughs. “I thought I was a real poet back then.” His expression sours suddenly. “I’m sorry. For how horribly I treated you.”
“I’m sorry for how I left you,” you say. “I should have fought for us. I shouldn’t have given up.”
Baekhyun interlaces your fingers with his, holding it close to his chest. “You’re here now. And for now, that’s enough.”
You swallow around the lump in your throat. "And I'm sorry that it took so long. I feel like I just wasted so much time."
He shakes his head, bringing your hands towards his mouth to press a kiss to the back of your hand. "No such thing. No time's wasted if it's you."
"We were happy for a while though," you smile. "Weren't we?"
Baekhyun smiles back. "The happiest."
When he wakes, you’re already seated at the edge of the bed, fully dressed in last night’s clothes. You smile at him, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Morning,” you say quietly.
He swallows, studying your closed off expression. “Heading out?”
“My flight is this afternoon,” you reply. “I should get back to the hotel.”
“At least let me drive you back?” And really, you can’t bring yourself to say no.
The drive is silent, heavy with all the words that are still left unsaid. Baekhyun’s fingers are tense around the steering wheel, eyes locked straight ahead as if he can’t bear to watch you go. He pulls up to the hotel driveway and stops the car.
“I guess—”
“So I—”
You laugh at the interruption. “You go first.”
Baekhyun reaches into his jacket and brings out a paperback novel, his name embossed on the cover. “I just… thought you could use some reading for your flight. And I’d really like to know what you think.”
“Oh. Thank you.” You take the book from him and settle it unsteadily in your lap. “And I just wanted to say…”
Your tongue fails you. When last night it was so easy for you to say those three words, it feels different here in the daylight, out in the open.
Baekhyun smiles, reaching over the center console to put his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay. I know.” He squeezes before pulling back, letting you get out of the car.
He doesn’t leave until you’re inside the lobby and you watch him go until his car is out of sight. Once he’s gone, you flip open the cover of his novel. On the inside cover, his scrawled, messy handwriting, his phone number followed by a single line of words:
I still would choose you. Every single day.
Your eyes flit over to the dedication, and emotion crawls into your throat for the hundredth time in the last twelve hours. You wipe your thumb over the printed ink, and for the first time in a long time, you’re able to think of him without holding back, without hiding your emotions from yourself. For the first time in a long time, your heart feels right.
Until the day comes when I hear the second line to our rhyme
For my love, my sun, who floats by and by
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your relationship was fine on paper. He was good with words after all; he built his whole life around painting pretty pictures with them. It was in the actions, in the follow through, where he failed.
this was so beautifully written 😭😩❤️🩹 this is why you gotta love someone in their love language 😞
when he got her roses instead of orchids (my actual favourite flower too </3), i felt my lips go even more ☹️ like duuuuuuudeeee 😭😩💔
"Yes." Baekhyun's bottom lip trembles. "Yes, fuck, yes. I would choose you every single day of my life. I choose all of you, your anger, your spite, your tears. I would choose you even on the days that you don't choose me, on the days when you don't want anything to do with me."
cut me open to bleed!!! 😩😩😩😩
but the way they’re both right :( choosing to love her was the easiest thing for him but he forgot how to love her the way she wanted to be loved 😭 and she was choosing him every single day until she couldn’t anymore 😩😞❤️🩹
ooooooh my goodness her eyes were still sad !!!!! of course she regrets itttttt i’m gonna cryyyyy !!!!! (one of my fave dialogues is when the guy is all like look at me and tell me you don’t love me anymore so i LOVEEEE this part 🥹)
"My love, my sun who floats by and by," he whispers.
"Shines brighter than all the stars in my sky,"
and the freaking poem?!!!!???? it was beautiful 🥲❤️🩹 like of course you are a poet too???? how else would you be able to make me cry like this
oh god oh god and the ending!!!! “i still would choose you. every single day.” and the “until the days comes when i hear the second line to your rhyme” i was in literal tears mai
this was a beaaaaautifulllll read!! i’m happy this was a happy ending kinda but wow am i still devastateddddd
SYNOPSIS: A TikTok prank should've been easy... All you had to do was tell your boyfriend that you found his best friend on Tinder and wait for his reaction ... right !- byun baekhyun x reader
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Late in the evening the apartment was quiet except for the soft sounds of Baekhyun's humming while scrolling through his phone.
You looked up from the other end of the couch, already fighting a smile.
Perfect
You'd seen this TikTok trend that have been going around. You'd been waiting all day for the right moment to try it
"Baekhyun." you called.
"Hm?"
"I found Yusung on Tinder."
That got his attention immediately. A little too fast even
His head snapped up. Almost giving himself a whiplash "You found Yusung on Tinder?"
"Yeah."
For a second, you braced yourself for his reaction
Then Baekhyun's face lit up "No way."
He sat up straighter, phone forgotten "Seriously?"
You nodded, barely containing your grin
"Finally!" he exclaimed
You blinked. Once, twice trying to understand the situation. "What?" You exclaimed confusingly
"I've been trying to set that man up since high school!"
He sounded genuinely delighted.
"You don't understand. Do you know how many blind dates I've arranged for him?"
"Baekhy-"
"Twelve. Twelve failed attempts."
"Why do you even know the exact number?"
"Because I keep score."
You stared at him.
He looked personally victimized.
"I even made him a dating profile once."
"You did what?"
"He deleted it after two days. Said and I quote ‘Meeting strangers sounds exhausting.’ "
A laugh threatened to escape you.
Baekhyun, meanwhile, looked like he'd just been told he'd won the lottery.
"Wait, did he actually make an account this time? What pictures did he use? Please tell me he didn't use the camping one."
"The camping one?"
"The one where he blinked in every single photo."
"How do you have multiple pictures of him blinking?"
"Talent."
You snorted.
He was smiling to himself now, looking absurdly proud.
"I can't believe it. My boy is finally putting himself out there."
"Baekhyun."
"Hm?"
"You don't have… any questions?"
He frowned.
"About what?"
You crossed your arms.
"About I don't know why I was on Tinder for example."
Silence.
A beat passed.
Then another.
He looked at you.
You looked back, waiting for the next course of action.
Slowly, his expression changed.
"Oh."
There it was.
You tried not to smile.
"Oh?" You repeated.
He pointed at you.
"You're pranking me."
Your smile faltered.
"What?"
"Nice try."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
He leaned back against the couch, grinning now.
"You forgot one thing."
"What?"
"If Yusung made a Tinder account, I would've known."
"You would've… known?"
"He would've called me."
You blinked.
"Called you?"
"Immediately. Like it was breaking news."
Despite youself, you laughed.
Baekhyun's grin widened.
"And secondly ..."
He scooted closer.
"You hate dating apps."
"...I do not."
"You literally said swiping left and right feels like online shopping."
You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Failing to find the right words to say
"I remember things," he said smugly.
You narrowed your eyes.
"So you knew?"
"I suspected."
"Since when?"
"Since the suspicious little smile you had before saying 'I found Yusung on Tinder.'"
You covered your face with your hands.
He burst out laughing.
"You were so confident!" he said between laughs. "You really thought you had me."
"You were supposed to panic!"
"I know!" he laughed. "But you said Yunsung was on Tinder and my first thought was, 'Thank God, it's about time.'"
You threw a pillow at him.
He caught it effortlessly, still laughing.
"Poor Yunsung," you muttered.
"Poor nothing. For thirty seconds I thought he'd finally entered society."
You laughed despite herself.
Baekhyun wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer.
"You know what?"
"No."
"I'm calling him."
You looked up in horror.
"Absolutely not."
"I'm telling him he almost had a dating life today."
"Baekhyun, don't you dare."
He was already reaching for his phone.
You lunged for it.
He held it above his head, laughing.
"Baekhyun!"
"Yusung deserves to know there was a universe where he downloaded Tinder."
"Give me the phone!"
"No, this is important information."
You dissolved into laughter again as he grinned triumphantly.
Only Byun Baekhyun could turn a relationship prank into excitement over his best friend's completely fictional dating life.
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The day after , your phone buzzed.
Yusung: Why did Baekhyun just text me, "I'm proud of you"? What did I do?
Notes: ALOT of humor, sfw but suggestive in a joking way, y/n is interested in his friends, you could lwk say they have chemistry n flirt a LITTLE bit, ermm enjoy!
I’ve been obsessed with your works recently. They are soooooo good I cannot get enough!!! 😫Dreaming about slow morning sex with baekhyun. Could you please grace us with something slow and sweet 🫣 I imagined the fl being sleepy and and baekhyun waking her up for breakfast, but she asks for 5 more minutes and baekhyun just can’t help himself
↳ baekhyun x f!reader | 959 words | smut — good old fashioned sweet and loving p in v
↳ ty for requesting kaia and ty for your patience! he is so fluffy and bf in this ughhhh it was so fun to write
You feel the gentle press of lips against your temple before you even know that you’re awake. Turning towards the touch, you bury your face against the warmth of Baekhyun’s solid chest.
“Honey,” he says softly, the warm timbre of his voice filling the small space. “Do you want me to make breakfast?”
You let out a noise that’s halfway between a groan and a mumble, nuzzling deeper into his warmth without opening your eyes. “Five more minutes,” you manage to say, still fighting through the clutches of sleep. “Wanna… stay here.”
Baekhyun has to stop himself from cooing in adoration. You’re beautiful no matter what, in every situation, but he finds his heart squeezing the most in moments like these: eyes bleary and soft with sleep, hair sticking up adorably, snuggling deeper into him like he’s your only source of warmth. You mumble his name softly and he tucks you in closer to his chest.
And if his hands roam, sliding gently underneath your t-shirt down the expanse of your back, up the softness of your stomach, dipping with the curve of your hip, it’s not with any devious intent. He merely glides his touch across your skin, worshipping you in that quiet way of his, touching you with reverence. You hum, content, turning over onto your back to give him more room to work with.
He can’t help draping himself over you, tucking his head in the crook of your neck, splaying his hands on either side of your waist. Your body is soft and warm underneath him, and he could stay like this forever, could drink in your early morning glow as if there wasn’t a world outside, errands to attend to.
You shift slightly underneath him and exhale out a laugh when you feel him, half-hard against your thigh. “What’s that?” you murmur, eyes still closed.
“I can’t help it,” he says quietly against your skin. “Just happens around you.”
Arousal flickers inside of you, dim and languid. Nothing like the hot desperation that takes hold of you most nights, but still a force of interest all the same. It takes some maneuvering, but you manage to rid your lower bodies of your clothing, laying bare against each other. Baekhyun moves with more purpose, shifting until he lays in between your legs. His cock is fully hard now, laying thick and heavy against your inner thigh while he drags the tips of his fingers lazily through your slit.
“You’re so wet in the mornings,” he mumbles with a teasing lilt, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.
“Just happens around you,” you say, considerably more awake now. You drape your arms around his neck and look him in the eye with a mischievous gleam. “Aren’t you going to fuck me now?”
He tsks his tongue at you, but lines himself up with your entrance all the same. “You make it sound so vulgar. Can’t I just show you how much I love you?”
“Can you show me faster, then?”
He shuts you up with a kiss, slipping inside of you slowly, inch by inch. It’s unhurried, gentle, lazily rolling his hips into you as you moan softly beneath him. His hands never stop moving, from the side of your face to your hip. He slides your t-shirt up over your tits, eyes roving over your body appreciatively.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs, ducking his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, panting softly against your skin.
“Even after a full night of sleep?” you say teasingly, gasping when he tilts his hips slightly and hits you at a whole new angle.
“Especially then,” he replies. He props himself up onto his elbows and smiles, eyes droopy and sincere, before kissing you. You melt into it, tangling your fingers in the back of his head, parting only to whisper his name against his lips. He groans, hips pitching forward on their own accord, his body weak to the sound of your voice.
“Ah.” His voice cracks, eyes fluttering shut when you tug on his hair. “Baby…”
It’s too fast, the way you get worked up, but who can blame you when you have this view: his hair, tousled with sleep and from where you’ve worked it between your fingers, lips puffy and kiss-swollen, eyes that are filled with endless depths of love and longing when they open and meet yours. Your hips rise up to meet his steadily quickening thrusts, your soft cries growing louder.
Baekhyun gently pulls your hand from where you’re twisting it in the sheets and interlaces your fingers with his, tangling them together as he bends down to plant a kiss on your lips once more. “With me,” he whispers, voice strained. “I’m close, please baby, cum for me.”
With a touch of his thumb against your clit, you’re gone, clenching around him as you release. You muffle your cry against his jaw as he shudders through his own orgasm, spilling into you with a shaky groan of your name.
He can’t stop kissing you, lazily stamping your skin with his lips, tracing circles into your hip while he softens inside of you. You hum, content, your fingers lightly dragging against the small of his back.
He stifles a giggle, the muscles in his back twitching. “That tickles,” he says before collapsing on top of you. “I’m sleepy again. G’night.”
“Hey.” You tap him again on his ticklish spot. “I was promised breakfast.”
“Kitchen’s closed,” he mumbles, eyes closing. “Missed your chance.”
You pout noisily until he cracks open one eye, unable to drag himself out of bed until you promise to pay him in kisses while he cooks, a promise that you keep a hundred times over.
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oh my goooodnesssss i’m so soft for this domesticity <3333 these two are also really funny lool “just happens around you” “can you show me faster then?” and “kitchens closed” 🤭💓 when i tell you i was giiiiiiiggling 🙂↕️🙆🏻♀️💕
