ᯓ★ writer tag: #madeinmyeon | junmyeon and exo centric | ot9 truther/writer | this blog isn't allowed for minors or rude and hate comments; you will be blocked | my inbox is always open if you wanna yap, request something, or just talk about whatever you need !!
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✧ at the same damn time (w/ chanyeol) ✧ summary: your noisy neighbor and his best friend share everything, even sex. ✧ content: smut, threesome, degradation, oral sex, fingering, raw sex, face fucking, multiple orgasms, junmyeon x f!reader x chanyeol, 2.1k words
✧ 'cause i'm just a half without you ✧ summary: your ex, couldn’t get over you, even when he was playing the most important match of his career. ✧ content: smut, angst, exes to lovers, college au, raw sex, footballplayer!junmyeon x f!reader, 3k words
✧ jump your body to me ✧ summary: you found your boyfriend trying on his new cowboy outfit. ✧ content: smut, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, degradation, dumbification, daddy kink, cum eating, dom!junmyeon x subf!reader, 2.4k words
✧ let your body run your mind — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: he thought he had everything under control, until he saw a small piece of your bra. ✧ content: smut, established relationship, slightly public sex, breast play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), junmyeon x f!reader, 2.3k words
✧ i go back to you, back to you... every time! — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: you never expected he would act completely different after the breakup. ✧ content: smut, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers, angst, oral sex (f. receiving), mirror sex, rough sex, raw sex, idol!junmyeon x idolf!reader, 7.7k words
✧ you're a pain twisted by fate ✧ summary: in the eyes of the castle, he was your knight, the one who protected you with his whole life. ✧ content: royal au, light smut, angst, unforbidden love, raw sex, knight!junmyeon x princess!reader, 2.3k words
✧ [ 12:04am ] ✧ summary: that night, you discovered a new side of junmyeon. ✧ content: smut, age gap, foreplay, oral sex, raw sex, aftercare, dilf!junmyeon x f!reader, 4.4k words
✧ enemies with benefits (pt.1) ✧ summary: you ain’t even friends, just enemies with benefits. ✧ content: smut, plot with porn, office au, enemies to fb, oral sex (both receiving), slight sub and dom leaning, fingering, marathon sex, facesitting, masturbation, raw sex, dirty talking, edging, creampie, overstimulation, junmyeon x f!reader, 11.7k words
✧ ✧ enemies with more benefits (pt.2) ✧ content: smut, enemies to lovers, mention of alcohol, angst, swearing, oral sex (both receiving), sub and dom leaning, brief manhandling, raw sex, dirty talking, creampie, doggy, multiple orgasms, cum eating, junmyeon’s a certified yearner, but reader has evitative attachment, 15.5k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ save a horse, ride a cowboy ✧ content: smut, unprotected sex, cowboy!junmyeon x f!reader, 1k words
✧ fell me breathing ✧ content: smut, phone sex, masturbation, exes to _, veryneedy!junmyeon x f!reader, 1.2k words
✧ can't deny this love — request .ᐟ ✧ content: smut, established relationship, drunk sex, unprotected sex, junmyeon x f!reader, 0.9k words
✧ just take it easy — request .ᐟ ✧ content: sfw, fluff, kinda suggestive, junmyeon x gn!reader, 0.9k words
✧ birthday wishes ✧ content: sfw, fluff, 0.3k words
✧ them conforting you — request .ᐟ ✧ sfw, ot9, a bit angsty
✧ them as ass or boob person — request .ᐟ ✧ nsfw, ot9
ᯓ★ SERIES:
✧ christmas' advent calendar 2025 ✧ 25 days of ot9 content, mostly smut, each drabble/one shot contains its content warning in the description.
✧ exo and madeinmyeon's annyversary ✧ april and may scheduler with the 9 members, sfw and nsfw content
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ZHANG YIXING ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ angel in desguise — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: tired of his workaholic agenda, your defiant actions reveal a dominant side of yixing you craved. ✧ content: smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, mirror sex, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 2.1k words
✧ slow dance — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: the nightmare of his students was ready to lose it all before the show, and ended up getting involved too. ✧ content: smut, casual sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, oral sex (m. receiving), mirror sex, cum shot, yixing x f!reader, 2.4k words
✧ let's cut it — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: you had a fight with your boyfriend and things ended up spicy. ✧ content: smut, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 1.5k words
✧ behind the door — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: yixing, your boss and boyfriend, was blind of jealousy. ✧ content: smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, bondage kink, pussy slapping, oral sex (both receiving), overstimulation, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 4k words
✧ on my way to hold you tight — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: things went too far during sex and you couldn't use your safe word ✧ content: mention of sexual and bdsm themes, comfort, after care, yixing x f!reader, 1.5k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ cats, ice creams and... dinner? — request .ᐟ ✧ content: sfw, non idol au, fluff, girldad!yixing x gn!reader, 1.1k words
ᯓ★ HEADCANONS:
✧ type of husband — request .ᐟ ✧ 0.5 words of sfw + 0.6 words after the mdni divider
✧ make a wish ! ✧ content: sfw, pure fluff, 0.9 words
ᯓ★ HEADCANONS:
✧ type of husband — request .ᐟ ✧ 0.5 words of sfw + 0.4 words after the mdni divider
˗ˏˋ ꒰ KIM JONGDAE ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ let's fall in love again — request .ᐟ ✧ content: best friends to lovers, smut, praising kink, unprotected sex, jongdae x f!reader, 1.8k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ put me in a headlock — request .ᐟ ✧ content: smut, fingering, choking kink, jongdae x f!reader, 0.4k words
˗ˏˋ ꒰ PARK CHANYEOL ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ drown in you ✧ summary: you ended up in your ex's bed. ✧ content: smut, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, ex to lovers, chanyeol x f!reader, 4.2k words
✧ at the same damn time (w/ junmyeon) ✧ summary: your noisy neighbor and his best friend share everything, even sex. ✧ content: smut, threesome, degradation, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, face fucking, multiple orgasms, squirting, cumshot, junmyeon x f!reader x chanyeol, 2.1k words
✧ fuck it, now i'm running with you ✧ summary: your best friend accidentally sent you a nude. ✧ content: smut, best friend to fwb, oral sex (both receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, doggy, p i v, messy sex (spit, sweat, cum), cum shot, bigdick!chanyeol x f!reader, 3.1k words
✧ just leave me blind, just lead me blind ✧ summary: chanyeol just wanted to hear your voice… and a little more. ✧ content: smut, phone sex, dirty talking, swearing, masturbation, military!chanyeol x f!reader, 2.5k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ don't dress up ✧ content: smut, established relationship, morning sex, unprotected sex, needy!chanyeol x f!reader, 0.6k words
✧ without you, without me ✧ summary: he was devastated by grief and didn’t want to live anymore ✧ content: angst, mention of grief, su!cide, s/a, mental disorders, 1.8k words
✧ i'm fading away, hold me — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: if he left, there was only an empty space and tears in your apartment. ✧ content: sfw, angst with happy ending, lovers to exes to ___, mention of breakup, comfort, fluff, kyungsoo x gn!reader, 2.4k words
✧ needy. — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: kyungsoo can't say no to you. ✧ content: fwb, angst, smut, drunk sex, messy sex, raw sex, masturbation, cum eating, kyungsoo x gn!reader, 2.4k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ sweet release — request .ᐟ ✧ content: smut, established relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, aftercare, kyungsoo x f!reader, 0.9k words
˗ˏˋ ꒰ OH SEHUN ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ jealousy, jealousy ✧ summary: he just wanted all your attention. ✧ content: smut, oral sex (f. receiving), possessiveness, dom!sehun x sub!reader, 2.8k words
✧ love comes back — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: sehun just wanted to protect you from the media. ✧ content: angst, established relationship, sfw, idol au, idol!sehun x idol!reader, 2.1k words
✧ have everything, all of me — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: sehun would never turn down a chance to spend his time and money on you—all you had to do was ask. ✧ content: smut, sugar daddy au, facefucking, dacryphilia, masturbation, raw sex, cumplay, creampie, cockwarming, softdom!sehun, ceo!sehun x f!reader
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."
⟡ 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.”
↳ 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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Hiiii i had a request but idk if you are taking requests for now but ofc feel free to do it or not !! I just imagined a story with Sehun being a CEO or smtg like this yk?? Kinda in a dominating way LMAOO !! Anyways thank you for your writing you’re truly amazing ❤️❤️🙏
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Anywaysss don’t ever stop writing i’m ur biggest supporter!!!
omg hiii !! so sorry for making you wait, i was hoping to have it ready sooner, but i promise it's definitely dropping tomorrow !!!
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genre: smut, fwb!au, nepo babies kai x reader, just a sweet idiots in love
summary: lichrally everyone knows y/n and jongin should be together except them and i guess y/n's dad lol
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“Oh god, shut up.” Jongin groans before slapping his hand over your mouth. His hips move speedily, slamming into your ass repeatedly. His hair is dripping a mix of sweat and water on your bare back. He has you bent over in the men’s showers. You’re desperately trying to keep it together, only able to hold yourself against the wall as he plummets himself into you from behind.
You’re a complete and utter moaning mess, unable to contain the sounds of pleasure only Jongin is able to release from you. He has you panting in his hand, brows furrowing, knees weakening. His every inch fills you up so nicely that you can’t help but move his hand and moan out his name loudly, earning you a growl from Jongin.
“Fuck Y/N, stay quiet.” He slaps your ass as punishment.
You whimper when he removes himself from you and spins you around. He slams his lips onto yours to shut you up. He reaches for your leg and holds it up so its wrapped around his hip while his other hand grips onto your ass cheek. He slams you back onto his cock, moving you up and down as he kisses you quiet. Your arms are locked around his neck, holding on for dear life as he fucks you senseless.
“Nini, you feel too fucking good inside of me.” You whisper against his lips. He doesn’t want to hear any of it. His brows are knit together, trying to get you both to finish as quickly as possible before anyone walks into the showers and hears your loud mouth. He lifts your other leg and has you in the air in a second. Your feet find the wall to balance yourself as Jongin continues to thrust into you, pace growing quicker and quicker.
Jongin has given up on being quiet because clearly, you don’t fucking listen. The showers echo with the mixed sounds of your moans and Jongin’s grunts. If someone walked in right now, he would not hear the end of it from his father.
“Fuck, cum for me, Y/N.” Jongin hits that spot inside of you desperately. “I’m so close.” He admits before finding your lips again, sucking onto your bottom lip hungrily.
“Come on baby,” Jongin calls you by a pet name, knowing how much you love to pretend to be his. Your eyes shut tightly as you come undone on his cock, screaming out his name for the whole country club to hear. You groan when you feel Jongin’s grip on your ass tighten and his cum fills you up, member pulsing inside of you.
“You never shut up, huh?” Jongin says out of breath as he lets you down gently. You hiss when he pulls out of you and you both watch as his cum falls out of you. Jongin turns the shower on to clean you once more, gently handling you.
“You’re the only one that can get me like that.” You say, looking down at him as he washes the remainder of himself on you. He glances up at you, not believing a single word you say.
“Mhm.” He hums, skeptical.
You shrug, if he didn’t want to believe you, then that’s on him.
“Believe what you want, Nini. I’m all yours.”
He disregards you, completely ignoring what you said.
“Come on, let’s go before they start looking for us.” Jongin stands back up and hands you a towel, all while avoiding eye contact with you. You frown.
Your relationship with Jongin wasn’t complicated to you. You grew up in the same world. Your parents were good friends and encouraged you to spend lots of time together growing up. You were each other’s firsts: first kiss, first fuck, first everything. He was your person and you were his.
Jongin had found out this morning that you let Chanyeol take you out for dinner on the night you didn’t want to hang out with him and he has been acting all moody and mean to you ever since. If you had known it would bother him this much, you would have never agreed to go in the first place. You’ve both been on dates with other people before. You’re not sure why Chanyeol is any different.
He doesn’t talk to you as you both get dressed. Your hair is still wet but you’re too paranoid to stay any longer. The locker room has been empty for a suspiciously long time. You didn’t want to risk your luck any further.
“I’ll see you later?” You ask, hoping Jongin would just let it go so you can have your sweet Nini back.
“Mhm.”
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Jongin makes it so painfully obvious that he is very upset with you.
There’s an event tonight back at the country club and you were both expected to be there. You had texted him multiple times asking if you would be taking one car there. Frustratingly, he would read your messages and not reply. The time to leave was approaching and you were getting anxious every time you looked back on your phone at the sad little blue bubbles.
You sigh, calling your chauffeur. Alone, it is.
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You do end up seeing Jongin later that evening but he isn’t alone. Your mood turns horribly sour and awful when you see his hand resting on Gayoung’s lower back. What the fuck?
Jongin catches your eye and doesn’t react to the way your jaw tightens or to the way you down the champagne.
He hated that you went on that stupid date and was now punishing you for it.
You turn around and search the crowd for that giant who caused this mess in the first place. It was irrational to seek him out like this but Jongin was playing dirty. It shouldn’t be hard to spot him. Yet, for some reason, he is nowhere to be seen. You throw your head back and groan.
“Woah, what’s your problem?” Baekhyun approaches you with two champagne flutes. You grab one and replace it with the empty one. “Do I look like a server to you?”
“You’re acting like one.” You cheers your glass with his before taking another sip.
“Oh, you’re in a sour mood.” You shoot him a look, glaring holes into his head. He throws his hands up with a grin. “Just an observation! Seriously, what’s wrong?”
“Nini’s here with Gayoung.”
“Okay? And?” Baekhyun doesn’t seem to see the problem. Because again, it shouldn’t be complicated. Jongin was just making it extremely difficult. “Were you guys exclusive or something?”
“No!” You exclaim. “I mean, maybe? I don’t know. But I think he’s punishing me for going on a date with Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun laughs, taking a smug sip of his champagne.
“Ahh, it’s finally biting you two in the ass.” He exhales, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. Annoyed, you roll your eyes and shove the glass back into his hand so he was now stuck holding three. You storm out of the room before you hear Baekhyun frustratedly call a server to take the empty glasses from him.
You head out of the room and speed dial your driver. You can’t stay here. Not when Jongin had his hands on Gayoung. You didn’t know what you would do if you saw them touch each other again.
"Hi, can you please take me home?” You ask your driver on the other line who gladly accepts with a quick “on my way, mam”.
“What? You’re not staying?” Jongin’s voice is behind you, low and smug. You turn around to find his hands are shoved in his pockets, head tilted with a grin. He looks good. He’s wearing a blue vest over a white dress shirt. He’s wearing glasses that you know for a fact aren’t even prescribed. His hair is gelled slightly to make it look wet and romantic (the way he knows you swoon over). He approaches you with a shit-eating grin, absolutely loving that he got to you. His hand snakes their way to your lower back, the same way it was for Gayoung.
“No, I’m not feeling well.” But you don’t feel like playing his little game. You cross your arms over your chest, adding space between you. You’re wearing a spaghetti strap maxi dress with sequin beads on it. Jongin plays with the beads on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Are you mad at me?” He’s teasing you at this point. His eyes chase after yours as you attempt to avoid eye contact with him. “Come on, don’t be upset with me.”
“Of course I’m upset. What the fuck, Jongin?” You push him off you and storm off to wait for your driver outside. Jongin quickly follows. He adores it when you get pouty with him but this felt a bit different. He might have taken it a bit too far.
“Wait, wait, wait-” His hand reaches for your wrist but quickly lets go when you shoot him a glare. His stomach twists seeing you so angry. “I’m sorry.”
“You know how my dad is, Nini. I couldn’t just say no to Chanyeol.” You suck in a cheek to prevent yourself from tearing up. “Why would you punish me for this?”
Jongin feels like he just got hit by a truck when he realizes what an absolute idiot he’s been for thinking you were genuinely interested in Chanyeol. Of course, your dad had something to do with it. This wasn’t the first time either. Jongin wasn’t upset you went on a date. He was jealous that Chanyeol might actually be the one to break up whatever you two had going on. He came from a good family. He was a gentleman. He was next in line to take over his father’s company. And if you didn’t think that was impressive, Jongin was sure you’d find his little side hustle as a drummer of a band attractive - just to make things a little more frustrating for Jongin.
If things didn’t work out between you, Chanyeol was the kind of guy he always envisioned you’d end up with.
“I’m so sorry.” He pouts when you do, mirroring your expression. You two have been so in sync that every time your expression changes, his would too. He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tightly, hoping you’d forgive him for being so stupid. “I thought that you were letting me go.”
He feels you shake your head in his chest. And he can’t believe he’s even wanted to hurt you. You felt so small in his arms. He wants to spend the rest of his life protecting you and dedicating it to being entirely yours, no matter who you end up with.
“You’re my best friend, Nini.”
When your dad mentioned Chanyeol was interested in you and thought he’d be good for you and the family, you accepted his offer to take you out to dinner. You couldn’t disappoint your father. You’d give Chanyeol a chance, despite what you felt for Jongin.
The date was nice. It was a candlelit dinner at an exclusive restaurant only those with the right connections could book. Chanyeol was more than lovely, a true gentleman. He let you ramble on about your interests and random conspiracy theories. He loved seeing the little glint in your eye when you talked endlessly about the things you loved.
Nothing compared to the way you lit up when he asked you about Jongin. You beamed at the opportunity to talk about your best friend. That’s when he gently thanked you for the evening and dropped you off back home. There were no hard feelings. Just a mutual understanding that your heart had already been taken.
Your family’s car pulls up in front of you two and you look up at him with a knowing look. He’s quick to open the door for you, sliding into the backseat right after you.
“Good evening. Did you two have fun?” Your driver smiles seeing you two together. You can tell in the way he looks at you that he still sees the little children who used to play “disco-disco” with the lights in the backseat.
“Yes, we did. Thank you, sir.” Jongin politely responds, letting you rest on his shoulder. His arm rests behind you, his fingers softly sifting against your skin. He wishes he could just have you all to himself already. That they could skip this weird phase of will they or won’t they and go to the end where they live happily ever after.
The car ride home was quiet. Your driver played some soft jazz to end the night on a peaceful note. You slowly fall asleep, unable to fight the drowsiness that overcame you every time you listen to jazz. Before you know it, Jongin was lightly stroking your arm to wake you. You look up at him from his lap and smile, your mind already forgetting all about Gayoung and Chanyeol.
“Good evenin’” Jongin grins at you, finding you the cutest when you were sleepy.
“Good evening, Nini.” Your hand reaches for his face, gently caressing the soft skin on the apple of his cheeks. He leans into it, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Let’s go before my mom sees you.”
Jongin nods, getting out of the car to open the door for you. “What a gentleman” You say, grinning from ear to ear at his sudden chivalry.
“Only the best for my girl.” Your body melts when he says those words because although you haven’t labelled anything; you are his girl. Jongin can see the light in your eyes shine brightly when he says them. He makes it his goal to make you smile like this for as long as you’ll have him.
You basically drag him through the front door, panties practically soaking for him. Jongin has no idea what he’s in for but he’s just smiling like a fucking idiot, loving the way you pull him recklessly.
Unbeknownst to you, your mother was already waiting for you in the kitchen, seemingly gossiping with a maid over tea.
“Darling, are you with Jongin?” Your mother yells out from the kitchen when you try and sneak you both to your room. You groan when Jongin stops you and pulls you towards your mom.
“Hi Auntie!” He exclaims, letting you go and greeting her with a hug. He even smiles at the maid and gives her a quick side hug. “I miss you! You look great. Is this all pickleball?”
You roll your eyes, standing at the doorframe to the kitchen. You can feel yourself get dry the longer he stays out here and sweet talk your mother.
“Oh, Jongin! You always know what to say. You should convince Y/N to play a round or two. Get her body moving.” Your mother slaps his shoulder, easily flattered by him.
“I’m trying! But you know that tough skull of hers!” Jongin laughs at your expense. He always does this. He charms your mom and doesn’t think about how you feel. Annoyed, you groan and stomp out of the kitchen and head to your room. He can stay with your mom for all you care.
“Uh oh, someone’s throwing a temper tantrum.” Your mom says as you walk out of the kitchen. You can hear Jongin’s laughter burst out as he chuckles at your mother’s little comment. It wasn’t even that funny, you sulk, entering your room and laying on the mountain of plushies
Jongin greets the two ladies a good night before chasing after you.
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“Those two are the sweetest, aren’t they Minnie?” Your mother says, looking fondly in Jongin’s direction.
“Just like a married couple.” Minnie responds with the same loving gaze.
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“You always have to entertain my mom?” You sit on your red silk sheets to take off your heels. You grab them and head to your walk-in barefoot.
“I enjoy our conversations.” Jongin trails behind you. Without having to ask, he unzips the back of your dress, letting your straps fall seamlessly with the heavy beaded dress.
“She’s an older you.” He kisses your bare shoulder. “I like it.”
“You like my mom?” You turn with a concerned look on your face, unbuttoning his vest and dress shirt to return the favour.
“Don’t be weird. I like how she reminds me of you.” Jongin tsks playfully as he removes his shirt. His comment is quick to escape your mind when you see his abs. You ogle at his body, almost drooling at how perfect he is. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”
“Last time, there were 6.” You mumble as you run your fingers on his abs lightly, counting them again.
“Oh yeah?” Jongin smirks, pulling you closer by the waist. “How many do you count now?”
His lips tickle your ear, kissing your lobe teasingly.
“8.” You respond with a sigh when he swipes his tongue across your sensitive ear. He sends shivers down your spine when he nibbles on the cartilage lightly, other hand already grazing your hip.
He moves his lips to your neck and pulls you in closer so you feel his hardened member against your thigh. He squeezes your ass cheek, making you moan in his ear.
“Jongin,” His name slips out of your mouth in a long breath when he grabs your other cheek and hoists you up. You wrap your arms around him quickly, careful not to fall. Your eyes fall on his lips, tackling them as soon as he cracks a smile.
“Nini. I’m your Nini.” He says between breaths. The butterflies in your stomach multiply at hearing the nickname you gave him come from his mouth.
“Your Nini.” You repeat with a sheepish smile. He places you on the glass top island.
“Y/N.” Jongin kisses you lightly before situating himself between you. Despite his serious tone, he’s peppering your cheeks, jaw, neck with light and wet kisses.
“I want to be your boyfriend.” He surprises you when he reaches your ear. He peeks at you from the corner of his eye. When you don’t immediately respond, he does what his first instincts tell him to do: kiss your stunned face. You feel his trembling hands on your body.
When he leaves your lips, your eyes are fluttering open in a daze but you don’t miss how his chest is moving noticeably faster. He’s nervous. You bite back a smile.
“Your dad likes me. I know I’m not his first choice. But he does like me. Your mom likes me.” He goes on a tangent when you stay quiet, rubbing your thighs nervously. You feel how clammy his hands are getting. You should put him out of his misery, but he always teases you.
You’re not exactly as cool as you’re pretending to be either. Your finger taps on his hand without thinking, anticipating what he has to say next. You both don’t realize you’re doing it. You’re too busy fighting your lips from stretching and giving away how much you love this. And he’s too occupied talking, trying to justify his case.
You love how nervous he is asking you to be his girlfriend.
“I’m doing well at my dad’s firm. I can take care of you now, Y/N. Whatever you like, I’ve got you.” Jongin’s looking up at you with glossy eyes. He can’t stop moving his lips, alternating between biting them, licking them, and pouting nonstop.
“Nini... What happens if it doesn’t work out? You’re my best friend. I don’t want to hate you.” You finally respond, to take him out of his misery mostly, searching his eyes for any sign that he’s messing with you and this is not just some weird foreplay.
“Y/N. I know my parents love each other now, but I don’t want to grow old like them still thinking about their first loves. I want to grow old with you and live a life without regret.” He cups your cheek and you lean into his warmth. You’re basically his already. How many times were you going to go on dates that would never measure up to your best friend?
“But if we’re in this, you have to be in it.” You’re looking down at him, watching the smile slowly return to his face and his hands gradually calming down.
“I promise.” He affirms, still waiting for you to say it.
“Ok.” You say in a playful tone.
“Ok? You’re gonna be my girlfriend? That ok?” He asks with a chuckle and a raised brow.
“You didn’t even ask me.” You wrap your arms around him and lightly peck his lips. He scoffs at you in disbelief but indulges you anyway.
“Okay, Miss YF/N. Will you be my girlfriend?”
You burst into giggles and kiss him immediately, pushing yourself off your glass counter and jumping into his arms instead. His reflexes are quick to catch you and your lips.
“Is that a yes?” Jongin asks between breaths with the biggest grin on his face.
“Yes!!” You squeal as you hug him, still in the air.
“Fuck. I didn’t know what I would do if you said no.” His lips are back on yours in an instant. You play with his hair as he carries you out of your closet and drops you on your bed. Jongin works fast, pulling your thong off and sliding himself between your legs. You gasp when his tongue laps your slit without warning.
“Nini, slow down.” You arch your back and feel your toes curl when Jongin slips his fingers in.
“Can’t.” He doesn’t even look up to check on you, going straight to sucking and slurping your clit. You say slow down, but the way you’re gripping his hair and moving his head says otherwise. Before you knew it, you were squeezing around his fingers to Jongin’s content.
“Fuck, what was that for?” You ask with your chest heaving. Jongin laughs, coming up to make out with you – maybe to shut you up too.
“I need to be inside of you.” He says desperately against your lips, already taking himself out of his boxers – his pants still on and lazily opened. You almost laugh at the image until Jongin slides inside of you with ease and he has you moaning in an instant instead.
“Fuck, see how much I needed you? I’m so hard for you, baby.” He says in the crook of your neck. He’s not moving yet, wanting to feel you pulse around him some more from your orgasm. He’s in there for a while, twitching and slightly thrusting into you, but not actually fucking you.
“Nini, please.” You whine under him, moving your hips to feel him a lot deeper from the generous yet teasing little thrusts he was giving you.
“Just a little longer... So warm...” Jongin distracts you with his lips and sucks on your tongue unhurriedly. You let him make out with you to ease your mind as he torturously makes you wait for him. You even wrap your legs around him to encourage him to fuck you senseless. You were getting so impatient.
“Nini.” You warn, hand to his chest so he can see how serious you are. It doesn’t seem to help you though when you feel his cock twitch again. He’s looking at you with sleepy eyes, drunk off having his cock buried deep in your pussy.
“Hm?” He hums, not even aware that you’re going crazy under him.
“Fuck. Me. Now.” You spell it out for him. He laughs, kissing your nose as if you aren’t so serious right now. “Fuck me now or I won’t be your girlfriend.”
That seems to wake him up.
“Ah fuck no.” His brows furrow and he’s quick to prop himself up, hands planted near your face. He plummets into you as if you just offended his entire ancestry line. He has you gripping the sheets again and squeezing your eyes shut.
“Uh uh” He taps your cheeks lightly to get you to open your eyes. He then holds your chin in between two fingers. “Watch your boyfriend fuck you like you asked, pretty.”
His eyes are set on you as he buries himself into you repeatedly, building the perfect rhythm and hitting that spot without so much as a stutter in his hips. He lowers himself so his forearms are the ones holding him up and he has your face between his hands. You bite your lip, seeing the sweat form on his forehead.
“So fucking hot.” You moan as you tighten your legs around his hips and turn your head to kiss his fingers. Jongin chuckles, bringing himself down to feast on your lips. His hips thrust into you quicker. He reaches under to circle your clit until you’re a wet mess under him, clenching around him for the second time tonight.
“Fuckkkkk” He whispers against your lips when he cums deep inside you. He falls beside you, moves the sweaty strands of hair and kisses the side of your face.
“Love you so much. Wan’ make you cum again.” He mumbles like he’s in a daze. He turns you to your side, his dick falling out with a pop. His cum slides out of you, but he’s quick to push it back in, making you both hiss when he does. You moan out his name, resting the back of your head on his chest. His lips are at your neck as soon as you expose it to him.
“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.” You practically chant when his tongue plays with your ear and he’s fucking you from behind. Your eyes shut this time, letting yourself feel every inch of him. Jongin takes his time, lazily playing with your clit without pressure, just wanting to touch you in any way you let him.
But you’re impatient and you want him to make you cum.
“Mmph, faster Nini.”
Jongin speeds up to your request.
“Deeper, Nini.”
He pulls your hips closer and buries himself inside of you.
“Harder, Nini.”
Jongin fucks you harder, deeper, faster into your cervix. His forehead was coated in sweat. He was biting onto your shoulder from how hard he was trying to please you. He’s convinced the biting brings you a step closer to cumming.
“Fuck, cum for me again, baby. One more for me, please.” His grip on your hip is strong. He’s moving you and himself as fast as he can so he can feel you clench around him a third time. He’s getting tire, but he would do anything for you if it meant you continued to make those melodious moans and whimpers for him.
You come undone soon after – your eyes shutting so hard you were seeing stars. Jongin turns your head so he can kiss you sloppily, using all the energy left in his body to do so.
You lay there, both heaving and catching your breath, in silence.
“Jongin?” You reach for his head and Jongin helps you find his face, giving your palm a quick kiss beofre he lets you play with his hair.
“Hm?” He hums, resting his eyes as you massage his head.
“Can I ride you now?”
Jongin laughs tiredly, but feeling him get hard in you gives you your answer.
chananyeol bong: i was going to just make this a quickie smut of 2 entitled brats being bratty together but then nini <333 my sweet sweet boy!!! i had to give him a 'happy ending'. its so hard writing him as a 'mean' guy when hes just the cutest lil cinnamon bun to ever exist!!!! 🧸🩷 i started this a while back but only finished it bc kim kais been looking extra cozy and cute lately 🥹💕 i love him so much!!! anywaysssss, heres to remembering who my #1 bias is in exo loool
ok so life has been tiring lately, and maybe some bff!jm will help 👀 like just him coming over and suggesting things to, well, comfort you.. ill leave it to your magic ‼️
(p.s. i rly enjoyed ewb and ewmb, i cant help but to want a enemies with more and more benefits /j)
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hiiii. i missed youuu !!! i genuinely hope you find time to rest, bestie, and i absolutely loveeee that idea. i can give it a try and write something... 👀
tyyyy for enjoying ewb !!! i'd love to write a pt 3, but honestly i'm worried it won't hit the same now that they aren't enemies anymore </3 like where is the tension going to come from !!!!
Omg WHEN U DROPPING THAT SEHUN FIC 🙏🗣 dont leave us starving
i'm gonna try to do it this week !!! i completely failed at romanticizing the idea of writing while it was raining. it turned out to be A REAL STORM and the power went out 😭😭
tw: making out, fingering, handjob, overstim | junmyeon x f!reader
the mattress felt like you were floating on clouds. your body felt so exhausted, sweaty, limp.
junmyeon kept moving; he didn’t want to stop. his fingers were in no hurry, moving with a slow pace against your pussy. his mouth followed the same rhythm against your lips; his tongue slid deep, finding yours.
you didn’t want to stop either. your fingers remained firmly wrapped around his cock, squeezing harder enough as you could, enough to make him groan.
“shit.”
junmyeon slid his two fingers inside you, trapping your lower lip between his teeth, swallowing a whimper from your mouth.
your fist began moving faster up and down his cock. he bucked his hips, fighting it... and losing it, driving sloppy into your palm while his fingers were thrusting deeper into that sweet spot you ache. your fingers tangled into his hair, gripping tightly as you pulled him closer.
the slow pace completely shattered. it was a messy, breathless clash of lips, tongues, mixed with your heavy pants.
junmyeon groaned your name directly into your mouth, pleading for more, trying to hold you closer, his thumb grazing in circles against your swollen clit.
a choked whimper escaped your throat, making you squirm violently. your thighs clamped tightly against his hand, your inner muscles instinctively clenching and squeezing down around his fingers.
“myeon, please—” you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your head tilting back.
desperate, he leaned down to capture your mouth again, swallowing your plea into another messy kiss. “just one more time. yes, love? can you do that for me?”
no matter how many times you two had sex, it was clear that neither of you knew when to stop until you were completely exhausted and satisfied.
“y-yes.”
junmyeon’s tongue drove deep, tasting your moans. he was panting directly into your mouth, his fingers pumped inside you, matching the frantic speed of your hand jerking him off.
“fuck—’m close,” he groaned.
you jerked your hand faster, your palm burning against his cock, and that final stroke broke him. a loud groan ripped from his chest as he came hard—shooting thick, scorching ropes of semen over your hand, across your stomach, everywhere—heavy twitching, burying his length into your fist as his release poured out of him.
that sent a massive shockwave straight to your pussy. your inner muscles spasmed violently, clenching down onto his buried fingers with a crushing grip, moaning desperately against his lips, your back arching, your own climax hitting you like a wave.
“oh my god...” your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and every moan that escaped your lips seemed to sound louder. “ah—myeon!”
“you’re doing so good, baby,” he panted. even though he had just come, he kept his thumb grinding ruthlessly against your clit, driving his fingers deep, riding the wave of your release. “one more time? for me?”
gm besties !! it's been raining since yesterday and looks like it won't stop until sunday. luckily i have zero reasons to leave the house, so guess who's finally gonna sit down and finish that sugar daddy/ceo!sehun fic ☕️
Hey! I’ve been reading your stories for weeks and they’re really good!
I’d love it if you wrote more about Baekhyun, Chanyeol or Kyungsoo, I mean, the most popular members. I know that a lot of people don’t see Suho the same way they used to after everything that’s happened with CBX dispute. I don’t blame them, I feel the same way! That’s why your posts might not reach as many people as other accounts do... But don’t get me wrong, you’re a very talented writer, and I’m sure a lot of people would read your stories more often if you did.
Byeee! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
i tried to just ignore this when i first saw it, but when it popped back up in my inbox just now, i got mad again.
idk what you expected from me when my entire blog is literally just junmyeon's face and name everywhere. if you don't like him, what are you doing here? it's pretty obvious i don't fall for that false narrative from twt.
honestly i don't care if fewer people read my stuff. i write because i enjoy it, and i'll always choose my peace, my people, and my ot9 over assholes who only believe whatever they see on their tl and just talk shit.
you know what? just block me and get lost. ofc that goes for anyone else who wants to spread hate about the members, especially jm. :)
a/n: warnings: boss x secretary relationship, they're fwbs? (don't do this with your boss i beg)
you never thought this would happen, but here you are, being fucked to high heaven against the window of the biggest boardroom in your office by none other than your boss, junmyeon.
it's yet another late night at the office, finishing reports, adding finishing touches to your presentation and scheduling some emails for tomorrow. it's been your schedule for a couple weeks now.
so has the presence of junmyeon.
what started as a lust-fuelled, one time thing has somehow spiralled into a daily occurrence for the two of you.
he's been staying back recently, under the pretense of keeping you company as you finish your work so that you don't feel alone in the large office this late at night.
no one else knows that he's been keeping you company in more ways than one.
so when junmyeon proposes you take a break for a little while, it doesn't take much for you to accept his proposal.
you've done quite a few things with him—hurried blowjobs under the desk before his meetings, cockwarming him when he's reading contracts, letting him spread you open against his desk and eat you out when he's fed up with work.
but this?
being pushed against the large glass window overlooking the bright lights of the city that are oblivious to what the two of you are doing, hours after everyone else has left? your breasts pressed against the cold glass, your entire body naked and exposed for anyone to look at while junmyeon's almost fully dressed behind you, peppering your neck with slow, sensual kisses that do not match the pace with which he's working his cock in and out of you?
it's a first. and it turns you on as much as it makes you nervous.
“make all the noise you want to, baby. no one's going to hear you.”
your head is spinning from the filthy sounds in the room, skin slapping against skin and the grunts junmyeon is letting out.
“r-right there,” you manage to pant out, hands scrabbling for purchase as junmyeon drills into that one spot that makes you see stars. “fuck, myeon.”
“you looked so good in the meeting today,” he whispers, voice a low, hot growl against your ear. “i saw chanyeol staring at you the whole time. is that why you wore that tight little shirt? you wanted to get a reaction out of me?”
“no, myeon, i—ah, fuck—of course not!”
“could've fooled me,” he says, nipping at your earlobe. “made me want to take you right there, against the table, with everyone watching. park should know what's not his.”
“’m yours,” you exhale mindlessly, only focused on chasing your high. you push yourself back against him to feel him go even deeper. “not his. not anyone else's.”
“mhm.” junmyeon snakes a hand down to rub your clit as he speeds up his strokes, rhythm uneven, the way it is when you know he's close. “going to take all of me like the good girl you are?”
P.S. I think I forgot to mention that every time I see that there’s more to the story, I become relieved because I would get sad any time I think I’ve reached the ending. 😂😭🥰
omgg really?? i honestly thought it might be too long for everyone, but i'm so happy to hear you feel that way haha. mwaahh 💓💓
