#bbh fic

[local-paranoid-cryptid]

Icy blue

Warnings: none

A/N: this isnt edited and it's kinda short. I just had my ideas and wrote them in my notes really quickly. Also this is as a thank you for 40 followers! enjoy :)

It was a warm day, bad was walking around L’manburg when he stopped and pauses at the crater. Noticing someone coming he tried looking away. “Oh! Hello!” He hears a familiar reverbed British accent greet him. “Oh, Ghostbur! Hi! I thought you would have been resurrected by now!” He tries putting up a facade of his usual tone.

The ghost handed the man some blue as they talked. Bad grew impatient with the ghost, trying to leave in a friendly manner. Eventually he got away and went to take the blue from his pocket but noticed it was gone. He thinks nothing of it and leaves to the badlands.

As he was passing the water he notices his reflection. His once black clothing turned white, he assumed it was from the crimson egg, but also the pale blue accents where the red once was. “What the muffin..?” He mumbles, looking down at the clothing he was wearing. He takes off his gloves and touches the blue fabric, it was so cold and felt so fridged the tips of his finger burned. His hand recoiled, an he ran to the mansion to his room.

He changed into a different pair of clothes and scrubbed the white and blue clothes as hard as he could with warm soapy water. Unfortunately for him, the blue didn’t come out.

He muttered under his breath, just deciding to get rid of them. He tossed them into a ditch and threw a match in it. Although the flame consumed the fabric, it did not burn. The flames were eventually smoldered and bad just opted for a different method, burying. He dug down as far as he could and buried them. “Out of sight out of mind” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair.

[fictionalarsonist]

exo_baekhyun | Hoax pt.10

Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.

Requested by anon

pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 2.9K

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… As it has been said in a song series 04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you know” - But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD

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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 ]

“I’m sorry”, your voice echoed in Baekhyun’s mind as he drove. To nowhere, he never wants to get anywhere, just- he just felt like running away, so maybe he’d make up his mind about you, about himself. What kind of person he became, all of a sudden, for you. Not that he ever strived to be like that, he just couldn’t help himself.

Now, he has to make up his mind and if you’re not gonna let go of him. Maybe he has to do this himself. It’d be the best. When you leave for college, he’s gotta stay. He’ll take the old man Kim business and make the best out of it. You’re not part of the equation in this, you’ll get hurt- or worse. Baekhyun can’t afford having you hurt because of what he decided to be when you tried to make something better out of him.

When Baekhyun pulls over, he’s not quite sure where he is, but when he comes to it, he looks around and finds himself in his old neighborhood. Where he was raised, when Mr. Kim was just a nice single-man next door, Suho’s dad. Back then, he wasn’t wasn’t a complete self-centered jerk. They were friends. The six of them, Jongdae, Minseok, Suho, Yixing, Baekhyun himself and... Chanyeol too.

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But- That’s when Chanyeol was his closest friend, even more than Jongdae. Back then, he wasn’t the worthless bastard who belonged to a family of gangster, people believed he could’ve done well. Baekhyun could handle anyone. There’s so many guys you could choose, Baekhyun would’ve accepted better - or, at least, he likes to think he would. Just not Chanyeol, it’s been enough to pretend Chanyeol’s nothing a classmate and now he has to see you with him, being happy as he wishes he could make you.

Baekhyun tried before, he tried convincing himself to stop this relationship or whatever anyone would call it. Whatever you call it. He sincerely thought it’d be better for you to find someone who could make you happy without having to walk hidden in shadows and corners here and there, but, he knows, he’s too selfish. Maybe as much as you’re being, maybe more because this isn’t him just accepting what you want, this is him not being able to say no because he just can’t let go.

The sound of the keys and the wooden door opening calls Baekhyun attention and he turns his head to see Chanyeol walking in the old house he moved from, the house the six boys use to cause trouble before being called for lunch or dinner, being called out to sit down and study first before playing outside. Chanyeol’s eyes find his, staring from inside the car, somehow and he stops right before going in the house.

Baekhyn can almost see the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s head, but he can’t get himself to do anything about it. He could always simply drive away. Finally, he sees Chanyeol sighing heavily and pulling the door closed.

‘Please, don’t.’ Baekhyun thinks to himself, feeling his body tensing, ‘Just pretend you didn’t see me.’ , Baekhyun pleads, hands clenching on the steering wheel, ‘Just go home and ignore me, Why are you such a-’ 

“What a dumb bastard!” Baekhyun grumply murmurs to himself as he sees Chanyeol approaching him directly.

Baekhyun sighs once again and forces himself off his Baby . Chanyeol’s still in his school uniform, hands stuck in the front pockets of his jacket, he looks nothing but what a high-achieving high schooler would look. ‘The bastard is even good looking and charming’, Baekhyun thinks to himself with a hidden laughter, ‘He suits her’, he adds bitterly to himself soon after.

“It’s been a while.” Chanyeol says awkwardly when he stops. Baekhyun hums and nods positively as he leans on his car.

Baekhyun sees Chanyeol gathering breath, as if he’d say something, but then he just exhales at once, looking away and hisses to himself.

“What?” Baekhyun asks, crooking his head to the side and Chanyeol looks back at him.

“Nothing” Chanyeol replies at first and there’s a pause and Baekhyun allows it because Chanyeol seems to have words stuck in his throat, whatever they are. He’d like to hear it, “Just-”

‘Ah~ There they are-’ Baekyun thinks to himself as Chanyeol starts.

“When-” Chanyeol exhales again in frustration and takes a step closer, hesitantly, “You know, when I got back and saw you in class I thought, ‘well, maybe we could be friends again’ . But, if I tried to get any closer you just disappeared, everyday. You just disappeared from the classroom.”

Baekhyun would keep this secret that’s now dear to him as much as it was back then. He disappeared to meet you, he was always so eager to embrace you. Still is.

“All you do is using Mr. Kim’s fame as a gangster to push people away?”

“This time it’s true, though” Baekhyun says simply.

“Oh, so- You couldn’t even say hello. Just once?”

“What for? Because we played together when we were kids?” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head, “All it’d do is earn you a bad reputation and side-glares for talking to me”, Baekhyun says calmly, “As soon as they heard we used to be close you’d go from top student to gangster minion like this! ” Baekhyun snaps his fingers.

“Oh, I see” Chanyeol laughs to himself, “And here I thought we could still be friends. I’m just that stupid”

“You are.”

Chanyeol hums in reply and takes another step closer and now they’re way too close, so Baekhyun chuckles.

“What’s wrong with the distance we had a moment ago.” Baekhyun mocks, “You miss me so much that you need to take a better look?” He says playfully, mannering his head as if to give Chanyeol a better angle to take a picture, “You’re talking to me now. Is that anything you’d like to say?”

“Yes” Chanyeol replies readily, “There were some things I wanted to tell you. I wanted us to talk about many things, but now- Now! There’s just one thing that I need to ask.”

“What is it?” Baekhyun asked even though he could tell his old friend’s eyes what would it be, so he ready himself to how the question would come along.

“Y/n” Chanyeol started, not knowing how else to do so and licks his lips, uncertain of how to go on, “About Y/n. Actually, this is backwards-”, Chanyeol says the second part more to himself than to Baekhyun and the later waits, “You made a mess in school today. I heard them saying you could get kicked out and we’re almost graduating. So why? Why did you do all of that for Y/n? What’s so wrong about Y/n and I being a couple? Why can’t it be true? Do you like her?”

The words just poured out of Chanyeol’s lips and by the end his eyes prickled with hidden tears, he just didn’t want to have this conversation in the first place. When someone rushed to him to say what was going on he rushed to see what really was it about, then he heard Baekhyun and the desperation, and anger in his friend’s voice pained him somehow in more than one way. He still can’t understand, he can’t grasp, but he knows he didn’t like the fact that Baekhyun just couldn’t like you as someone started gossiping. 

Chanyeol’s last question lingers in the air, tasting bitter on his own tongue as he runs out of breath to speak anymore. Chanyeol likes you- a lot , it’s different than any other times he liked anyone else and he doesn’t want to face anyone who seems willing to have you too. He’s not sure if he’s a coward, maybe he’s unsure of himself. Should he tell you how much he likes you already, the two of you seemed to be moving slowly, you seem to enjoy doing so, but maybe he should pick up a certain pace. Baekhyun isn’t someone to just take things slow, that much Chanyeol’s certain.

Baekhyun stops himself from frowning or exposing how he can read Chanyeol’s thoughts in his expression. Chanyeol just doesn’t change, as he thought. Pulling himself away from the car, Baekhyun straightens his body only making all the more obvious how small he is compared to Chanyeol, thankfully he’s standing on a slightly higher side of the hill. Which is almost nothing, but at least something . Like what you give him.

Once again Baekhyun considers just saying it all. Taking you for himself and get this over with. He’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe, so what’s the matter. It’s just a matter of seconds when a movie goes before his eyes where he can take you with him and everything will work out like a miraculous magic trick. He can do anything as long as you’re there, so why not?

“Yes” Baekhyun replies and Chanyeol breathe is caught in his throat, “I like Y/n”, Baekhyun adds, watching Chanyeol hiccups and step back, much to his pleasure.

Should he say it all now, then. When Chanyeol looks like lost, hurt puppy, eyes wandering everywhere but him.

“I think I should have her instead of you” Baekhyun says boldly, watching Chanyeol look at him with wide eyes, “I got a bastard in my family instead of you. Mr. Kim married my mom instead of yours, so… I got the weak end of the rope on that, so- Just think of Y/n as compensation.” Bekhyun tries sounding as emotionless as he can while Chanyeol watches him in disbelief, “She’ll be the good thing you own me. We’ll be even then”

“Baekhyun, you-” Chanyeol is cut by his own breathless state and as soon as he recoverse he chuckles pathetically, “Who do you think you are to demand to have a person as compensation? You’re just some high schooler! Are you crazy?”

“Some high-schooler” Baekhyun mocks with a sick grin prying his lips, before laughing loudly to himself. Chanyeol looks around, startled and sees a few lights in the neighborhood light up.

“Are you crazy? It’s late! You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood.”

“Why? Afraid to be seen with a gangster?”Baekhyun asks, “Look closely, Yeol! At us! You and me.” Baekhyun mentions to Chanyeol and then his own self, pulling on Chanyeol’s uniform, before tugging on his long coat, the clothes fit him, but they are way too unfitting for a kid his age and Baekhyun knows it well, “ You’re the high-schooler here. I’m a real gangster. Mr. Kim- Ah, no! Dad is giving me a lot of confidence lately, there’s nothing I can’t do~”

“So?” Chanyeol asks, trying to look at Baekhyun’s eyes, “You wanna treat Y/n like Mr. Kim treats the people he used to play around with before discarding like trash? Is that it?”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Baekhyun insists, “I like Y/n.” He says more clearly this time, “If you don’t have the confidence, then just let me have what I deserve.”

Baekhyun pulled the car’s door open and hopped inside. He couldn’t say it afterall, that’s all Baekhyun could think as he watched Chanyeol become smaller as he drove away. It’s better this way, he thinks. Chanyeol watched him drive by with a heavy heart. If only the year just ended and you and him could take off to college right away. Away from Baekhyun.

⇽ part 9 | part 11

[werejusttouchingeachother]

I don't think drugs or anything are off putting, it's not like they're not existing in real life and as you said, it's just a fic! ☺️

Yessss exactly! I just wanted to give a heads up because this wasnt supposed to be a dark fic but it got a lot darker than i planned lol... buuuuut I'm not mad at it tbh so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Nevertheless I'll be putting tw and a/ns for the readers!

[baekhyuq]

“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU | Chapter 1

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)

Warnings: Smut/Language

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming .But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

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Your hand vigorously rubbed your clit till you climaxed with the man on the screen, which has never revealed their face. His username was B-Bear Your only image of him are the pretty collarbones that adorned his chest and the few moles and freckles that scattered across his body. Sometimes, if you were lucky, his lips would show by mistake and you’d catch the pair along with the cutest freckle right above it.

Your obsession with this cam boy had came as far as to you donating to it once in a while giving him up to $10 if you could afford it that night.

“Ah, another donation from ‘Babycupid’. Thank you Baby, you always pull through.” The man on the screen smiled, his voice drained. On this particular night his lips appeared on screen. You typed a reply on your keyboard with one hand, “You’re just so easy to get off to.”

‘B-Bear’ responded by chuckling, “I’m starting to think you donate every time I can make you cum, am I correct?” You blushed but nonetheless typed; “You figured me out so easily.” You yawned, walking away from your laptop to wash up and clean yourself after the mess you’d made.

When you returned you’d seen he had ended the live, perhaps to sleep. You scrolled through the chat, seeing his usual goodnight message he sent to you every time you joined his live. You smiled and closed your laptop, stretching your sore limbs. “All in a days work, isn’t that right Kora?” You scratched the cats back as it hopped onto your bed to crawl up and sleep, you decided you should get at least a third of your algebra homework done before dozing off.

The next day you were wide eyed and bushy tailed after your third cup of coffee, your first day for AP Psych was today and you were not definitely not going to miss it, let alone fall asleep from staying up so late. After jogging in place to wake you up, you finally decided to head off to class. It didn’t start till 4:50, but being a little early wouldn’t hurt anyone, if being 20 minutes early was counted as “a little early.” Your coffee eventually kicked in and you’d figure you would have at least an hour of energy before you would sky rocket off your caffeine high and plummet into the earth.

As soon as you got to the door you felt nervous, nonetheless you pushed the door open letting it fall shut after shuffling in. “Ah, the first study arrives 20 minutes early to class? Is this normal?” The professor joked, your ears turned in the direction of the voice, it sounding oddly familiar. “I had spare time, the caffeine got to my brain now i’m doing some crazy things.” You joked, your eyes met his and you could’ve sworn you almost choked on air. His physical appearance was the most stunning thing you could have imagined, his eyes small and slanted, his nose round, his jaw sharp and his lips set on a permanent pout when he spoke, and just above his lips were a little mole.

You found it cute.

“Haha, I’m Professor Byun, nice to meet you, you are?” He extended his hand, “I’m Y/n, junior.” You smiled politely at him your ears burning, shaking his hand in a greeting manner. “Well I guess since your here early you wouldn’t mind helping me pass out handouts?” Professor Byun asked, your neck craned around to see his smiling eyes. “Yeah, no problem.” You set your books down and took the stack of papers, passing them out as fast as you could so you could return to your seat in the very back. Far, far away from Professor Byun, aka hot pants.

A few minutes later students filled into the room, filling in seats here and there. I could only thank god nobody chose to sit by me. I couldn’t be bothered to make friends. Class started shortly with Byun introducing himself and giving us our first assignment and it’s due date. You read over the paper briefly. You felt intrigued by the Psychology teacher, knowing very little about who he is, it felt as if you’d known him from another life. Something about him just sat well with you, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu.

Your friend rung you up shortly after class ended and you couldn’t be more than excited to go out, it was a friday night and you were in the mood to go clubbing. “You know that club on 5th street right pass that really good pizza place?” You nodded your head but realized she couldn’t see you so you replied with a short “Yeah,” you were in the middle of painting your toenails and didn’t want to mess it up and rage quit. “Chanyeol said he would let us in free there, are you in?” Eve asked enthusiastically.

“Uh, hell yeah. Maybe we’ll get free drinks too.” You held the phone between your shoulder and cheek. Eve let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t even think about it you know how stingy Chanyeol is with his alcohol.” You scrunched your nose “True.” You finished your toenails and reassured Eve you would make it there around 7-ish.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your clubbing outfit seemed a little too revealing but you were reassured there would be worse than you on a night like this. “Lets go!” You shouted, grabbing your purse and slipping out your slippers into your comfortable low heels. “Kora please behave!” You called out to the cat before walking to your destination. The night was a little chilly you could’ve brought a throw on jacket just incase but you were to suffer because you looked good. The clubs bright lights caught your attention and you entered right in slipping past the security guard who gave you a simple nod. You spotted Eve by the bar, sipping on a drink her hair tied up and her body clad in a black dress. “Eve!” you grabbed her drink from her hand and took a sip. “You know you cant hold alcohol well.” She lectured you. “Yeah yeah, i’m lightweight I know.” I took a few more sips before sitting it down. “Where’s Chanyeol?” I asked, the tall freak would usually be dancing in the huge crowd or behind the bar making weird drink concoctions. Your question was answered with a hand smacking your shoulder, “Here.” His smirk emerged from behind you, “I didn’t think you two would make it.” You shook your head and Eve scoffed “Being in college doesn’t take all your fun away.” She rolled her eyes, “And you should know.”

Chanyeol and Eve has a flirting thing where one insults the other and so on and so forth. It’s pretty much been going on since high school. You don’t know how they’ve kept it up this long. “The DJ tonight is a special one, hes from out of town, so you know there’s going to be many opportunities for you guys to dance with me.” Chanyeol winked, we both hit his arms and Chanyeol glared playfully.

A few more drinks and a few songs later you felt as if nothing could stop you, your body was just dancing freely under the lights of the club and you wanted none of it to end. The alcohol in your system made your worries melt into nothing. That is until somebody bumped into you oh so rudely and you had to turn around and try to tell them off just to be cut off by your own hand. “Professor Byun?”

“Oh! Hey Y/n!”

Your heart starting beating ten times it’s normal speed you were sure you were going to have a heart attack. “What b-brings you here?” You awkwardly try to make conversation, he has a drink in his hand and his attire has changed quite a bit, a loose white tee and a pair of black pants clad to his legs. A simple gold chain adorns his neck and lays over his collarbones slightly. You couldn’t help but stare at this complete 180 from your Professor. “My friend owns this place,” He shouts over the music, cupping his hand around his mouth. “Chanyeol?? He’s my friend too? How old are you?” You ask two questions hoping for at least one answer without sounding like a creep. “Yeah, me and Chanyeol go way back. And i’m only 27 how old did you think I was?” His face shows no sign of offense so you continue with you continue with you questions. “I didn’t think you were much older than me, seeing as you teach a college class-I wouldn’t expect to see you in a place like this. Is this a normal thing for you?” His mouth rose to a smirk, “It could be a normal thing, and it could not. It’s up to you.” His response left your ears red and if it weren’t for the clubs awful lights you would feel ten times for embarrassed. “I-I, I’ll see you around Professor.” You felt embarrassment over come you. “See you around Miss.Y/n.”

You stumbled through your front door, leaving your shoes at your closet. You were absolutely spent, nothing could have prepared you for the many drinks you went through after your encounter with your psychology professor. “I could honestly throw up.”

And you did.

After getting cleaned up and brushing your teeth, your phone buzzed indicating a notification. You checked to see “B-Bear is now online.” Your cheeks rose with a smile and you instantly became giddy. You finished brushing your teeth and jumped into your bed before getting yet another buzz. “B-Bear is now live.” You quickly pulled up the live on your laptop and saw that he had his clothes on, his cute lips exposed. His sweater was black and had a small logo on the front, his hand rested on his stomach. He began to speak after a short few moments. “And...Babycupid is here! The usual gang has officially joined, shall we begin?” His mouth rose into a smirk, his hand traveling under his sweater and pushing it out the way. His member resting in his hands and you could see he was very hard. “Guys, I had an experience today that i’d like to share.”

Everybody responded with a eagerness to know, the chat being flooded with replies. B-bear smiled before he pumped himself a few times, “I met somebody, at this club I frequently go to.” He started. You giggled at the odd coincidence, you just left a club. “That’s funny I just came back from a club.” You typed, he paused to read it before laughing as well. “There was this girl, her whole aura was so enchanting. The dress she wore made her ass look great,” He groaned at the thought, his hand stroking himself slowly. “I met this girl....before. And I just wish I could get a taste of her. Just once, a little slice of what’s between her thighs would satisfy me for the rest of my days.” His voice was so smooth and calming, there was a pause and

you could see him visibly shudder. “Fuck.” He spilt his load over his hand and sweater. “Sorry this was a short one guys, i’ve been hard for quite some time.” He chuckled at his own words. You felt sad that he would have to go so soon. You left a small donation of $5, showing your gratitude. “And thank you Babycupid for your donation.” He signed as we wiped his hand off with a tissue and tried to dab his sweater. A follower in the chat asked a question about the girl and B-bear read it, his voice above a whisper. “Is this girl anything special to you?” He paused, he seemed to be thinking hard before shaking his head slightly. “I’ve only known her for about a day. We first met today, it was-you could say-love at first sight. She was wearing a cute bear sweater and little mary jane shoes. She looked so adorable.”

Your heart dropped. You looked over to your dirty pile of clothes, seeing your outfit you wore to class earlier. This man knew who you were. And you had absolutely no clue who he was. “Do you know what her name is?” You typed quickly, your anxiety had kicked in overdrive and you couldn’t help but breathe loudly. He read your message his mouth slightly agape, he hummed in response. “Should I say it? I don’t think I’d get in trouble.” You typed a quick “Yes!!” eager to have the answer as quick as humanly possible.

His lips curled into a smirk, “Hm, maybe I wont. I’ll save it as a secret.”

[werejusttouchingeachother]

currently making moodboards for every chapter of the fic and as nice as it is to see my gallery suddenly flooded with seven billion random aesthetic pics, its fun to make them lmao

also how many of y'all listen to playlist recs for chapters and/or like them? cause I DO have songs that i listened to on loop while writing every chapter but I've never done playlist recs before so I'm not sure... let me know!

[baekhyuq]

“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU |Chapter 5:

Surprise!! This was the last update for Valentine’s week with a very witty title. Hope you enjoyed these short stories, I worked hard to try to get these up at a reasonable time. And will also try to have another update for this series!

Title: “Valenwine and dined.”

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)

Warnings: Smut/Language

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming . But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

[this gif is so goddamn hot, I couldn’t just not use it]

“So you won’t let me?” You giggled as you held Baekhyun’s hand that was down between your legs.

“Did I say that?” He whispered as he curled his fingers and made you squeeze your thighs around his hand. He could make you cum any second and you’d be happy.

“F-fuck.” You choked out, you wanted to cum, no, you needed to cum. Baekhyun was holding out on you through this whole movie. It was thursday night and you both were getting each other off in the cinema on the back row where you guys usually sit. You’re pretty sure somebody has caught on to what you both do when the lights are off, it’s no secret when Baekhyun’s grunts and moans are as loud as the giant silver screen.

You’ve always found his moans gorgeous, they were breathtakingly beautiful. The sound was always music to you ears when you would rub over the tip of his cock as he tried not to buck his hips. His adorable moans sounding only for you.

Your stomach twisted as Baekhyun’s fingers sped up their motions. You could hear the suggestive words Baekhyun was mumbling into your ear as he leaned his head on your shoulder as he always did. His words were absolute filth at this point, saying anything and everything on his mind to get you off.

“You’re such a good little whore aren’t you?”

“Your little cunt can’t take this much abuse can it?”

“When I get you alone you’re in for it, you slut.”

“I’m gonna make you feel really good, would you like that, baby?”

His mindless dirty talk could go for hours, and you wouldn’t be tired of it. You found it an attractive trait of Baekhyun’s, his dedication to anything was admirable.

“I’m going to cum, oh my god. Baekhyun please.” You grabbed ahold of his wrist and came undone on his hand. Your legs jolted and you whined quietly as the cinema was silent.

“Fuck me.” You breathed out in exhaustion.

Baekhyun curled his fingers that remained and you almost choked on your own spit.

“Language, sweetheart.” He smiled at you sweetly, his eyes showing how much he was enjoying this control over you. Like he could play you like a flute to charm any snake.

He pulled out his fingers and sucked on each one and the sight made your mouth water. He got to his middle finger and before he lifted it to his mouth you grabbed his hand and sucked on it suggestively.

Baekhyun’s mouth fell open and you giggle, tapping on his chin.

“Close your mouth hun, a fly might choke you up.” And with that you got up and proceeded to the exit of the cinema. The movie now being over without either of you realizing.

Baekhyun dropped you off at your apartment and asked if he could come up.

“Sorry, I have a lot of work to do and you’re the perfect distraction. Come back another time lover boy.” You blew him a kiss and he oh-so-lovingly caught it and placed it in his pocket.

“Call me then.” He smiled and waved goodbye, you did the same and took the elevator up to your floor.

For a Valentine’s treat you offer Baekhyun a cup of coffee at his favorite spot. And for some reason you both decide to walk to the shop on a very cold day, he offers you a hand warmer and you happily take it. The weather still as cold as it could be outside.

“How has it become so cold in the last few weeks!” Baekhyun shutters, he hates the cold and you know it for a fact. You smile at his cute whiny attitude he displayed when he was complaining about anything. To think this man could be the exact opposite of himself at one second made you question reality, how lucky did you get.

“Its so cold your nose is even red, you’re too cute Baek.” You tapped his nose with your gloved hand, giggling. Baekhyun responded with a huff.

“Cute my ass, this cold weather is going to be the end of me.” He scoffs, opening the door for you to enter the coffee shop.

Typically you didn’t drink coffee but since Baekhyun did it became another ritual to get coffee at least one day out of the week. You smiled to yourself thinking about how much you both see each other and how nice it is to spend time with somebody who loves and understands you.

Baekhyun stands in line while you pick a spot, the shop actually quite empty. You have no problem finding an empty table in a comfortable spot by the window in the back. Baekhyun soon comes to join you with his coffee and your hot chocolate.

You didn’t notice the pink envelope under your hot chocolate till you picked up the cup. You curiously gaze at Baekhyun who’s eyes are set on whatever’s happening outside the window. You smile and open the envelope with care, you pull out a card that’s decorated with pink hearts and cursive writing. You couldn’t help but to imagine Baekhyun going to a store to pick out a card and your heart swelled with adoration.

You opened the card and read the question out loud.

“Dear Y/n, you’ve gotten me through this semester. Will you be my love and get me through next semester?”

You saw Baekhyun’s sides of his mouth turn up into a smile as he turned his head to face you. Your cheeky smile answered the question for him, but you knew he wanted to hear it.

“Yes.” You whispered for him to only hear, the hair on his neck stood straight up. You sat back in your seat before sipping your hot chocolate, satisfied.

“I must be dreaming, you said yes?” Baekhyun’s expression was so surprised it made you laugh.

“Is it so hard to believe I like you?” You hit his arm playfully.

“I-I just-“

“Just shut up you fool.” You laughed and kissed his cheek, he placed his hand on his cheek acting bashful.

The day carried on with you both being as lovey dovey as possible, watching cheesy rom com’s. Eating chocolates and giving each other kisses here and there.

You didn’t want to tell him what you had planned but the night was leading up to this moment. With all the touches, the kisses, the whispers. Something’s bound to happen.

You went out yesterday and bought a set of lingerie. You knew Baekhyun loved the color black, so when you knew you would be ‘getting some’ on Valentine’s you thought you would take the opportunity to play dress up.

What was your motive? To get Baekhyun fired up enough to rip your clothes off and reveal that you were trying to impress him with your choice of lingerie.

Baekhyun was starting to get touchy, really touchy. You could feel his hand sliding up and down your thigh, and pinching you cheekily. You would look over at him but he would pretend to not know what we was doing. You figured you would have to take the lead if he wasn’t going to this time.

“Baekhyun-“

Baekhyun cut you off with a rough kiss, with his hand in your hair and another on your jaw. You couldn’t have been more surprised, kissing him back with as much passion as you received.

Your hands pulled on the bottom of his shirt and he instantly got rid of it. And in return he laid you on the couch and began to strip you. Piece by piece your black lingerie set was revealed to him and man did you love the way his eyes scanned your body like a barcode.

The look in his eyes was more than ravenous, his eyes were dark and filled with cupidity. He ran his hand up your side gingerly, soaking in every centimeter of your body.

How much could you take? He thought, how long could you go until you begged him to stop. How many spankings could you take until your ass turned raw and red. Baekhyun thought of all the ways he could touch you and it just fueled his fire.

Baekhyun wanted to ruin you in every way he knew how and it started with taking off your carefully selected lingerie set. He knew you bought it, he saw the bag at the entrance of the door. How silly, he thought. To leave such a big surprise like that from him.

Baekhyun pushed the strap of your bra down your shoulder slowly— sexily. He slid the straps down and let your breasts slowly peak out from the constricting bra. You sighed at the feeling of the cold air hitting your chest.

Baekhyun kissed down your chest, placing one on each breast, on your torso and on the sides of your hips. He wanted to worship you.

He pushed your panties down your legs and tossed them onto the floor carelessly. He slid a finger over your skin, letting goosebumps rise.

The tip of his finger as cold as he air, he let his eyes take in your lying figure. Every inch of every curve and edge. He wish he had a photographic memory but he would only be able to remember your first fuck from his laptop recording.

“Baekhyun, hurry.” You whined, Baekhyun delivered your request, striping you out of your sexy attire and he couldn’t be more happy to see your naked body before him once again.

But this time he didn’t want to be slow, he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to please you as fast as he possibly could.

Baekhyun kissed you deeply and sighed at the feeling that overwhelmed him. The feeling of loving somebody so deeply your heart throbs.

And oh boy were you a heart throb.

He’s pulling your core closer to his hardened cock and you can’t help but to crave him in every way possible. You feel dirty, you feel like a sex hungry woman and you can’t deny any of it.

“Y/n, you’re so fucking tight, every time.” Baekhyun grunts as he slides in slowly, saving the rest of his length for a surprise later he begins thrusting in and out. You moan lightly, the feeling of being full not quite there yet, and you were happy.

This night couldn’t have gone anymore right. You thought.

Baekhyun was biting on your neck, sucking, kissing, slobbering, he was all over you like raindrops on roses. You felt your senses become heightened and you craved only Baekhyun in this moment.

You begged for him to pleasure you until you came and he did. He didn’t hold back, snapping his hips accordingly. Your climax left as soon as it came. You were sure Baekhyun came in you but you didn’t care enough to stay awake to find out. You were fast asleep after hearing Baekhyun confess his love for your cunt.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”