SUMMARY: You would never call these hook-ups. That term didn’t suit Baekhyun – the gentleman, the prince, always so well-behaved, always on top of his game, sending polite smiles to the by-standers and more enthusiastic ones to the people he entertained with a small talk. Being called a lover despite these being only fleeing moments seemed far more suitable for the elegant man Baekhyun was.
A/N: I will be 100% with you, there is far more yapping than plot, but hey, I enjoyed the yapping! Just that I feel it's not so representative to my usual fics or even smuts in particular. Let me know what you think!
“Good evening, mister Byun” you greeted.
Just like any other time the two of you met publicly, to anyone standing by, it would look like nothing but a polite exchange. You didn’t even use your first names, keeping your interactions civil and businesslike, never out of place, never hinting to any connection deeper than a simple acquaintanceship.
“Good evening. I’m glad you found the time to come. I heard you’ve been pretty busy these days.” His smile was warm, but reserved.
“I managed to make the time” you smiled in response, a bit too widely, before catching yourself and timidly forcing down the enthusiasm. That bit of sincerity often sparkled through, no matter how elegant or refined you tried to act, and Baekhyun’s own smile widened – it was a distinctively you thing among all the trained smiles in the room. Before you met him, you tried far harder to un-learn that habit, to train yourself into a persona that was suitable for official gatherings like this. But, somehow, seeing Baekhyun grow fond of you despite the trait made you far more accepting of it as well. Maybe it was exactly what drew him to you in the first place – but you would never know that for sure.
“How has your work been, then?” he asked casually.
“Please, don’t make me think of it now” you hummed, expressively taking a sip of wine from the glass you were holding, and Baekhyun let out a warm laugh that drew some eyes to the two of you.
Baekhyun’s acquaintance, Jongdae, stood next to the two of you, his own smile never ceasing, although more relaxed as he only listened to the exchange. You wondered if, after knowing Baekhyun all these years, he could see through the politeness and only chose to disregard the signs. Or maybe it was just you thinking there was any way to see through Baekhyun – maybe his politeness was unbreachable. That would explain why, after all this time, the two of you remained unnoticed.
The truth, however, was that your relationship was much deeper than just acquaintanceship. Although, in a way, there was nothing deep about it – only a bit of inappropriateness, one that you were happy to keep away from the public eye. But, truthfully, it was nothing that special. Nothing one of a kind.
You would never call your meetings hook-ups. That term didn’t suit Baekhyun – the gentleman, the prince, always so well-behaved, always on top of his game, sending polite smiles to the by-standers and more enthusiastic ones to the people he entertained with a small talk. He held the wine glass with practiced elegance, never too lavishly, maintaining the perfect balance between modesty and confidence. It drew people in – it made everyone fall in love with him. And you weren’t any different.
But his fondness of you did differ from the one he showed to other people, and you were hyperaware of the lingering glances while the two of you entertained other guests during the fundraising party held in the old mansion that had been currently serving as a museum.
These were parties like this that the two of you met at the most often – a neutral ground, never raising anyone’s suspicions, never inappropriate.
Maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if the two of you had been acknowledged by the public. But it wouldn’t feel right. As if it would mean expecting too much, creating a vision that neither of you wanted to take the responsibility for.
But the parties? They were a playground. They were something you looked forward to. You knew what to expect from him. It wasn’t emotionless; quite the opposite. The fondness was genuine and mutual. And it burned hot.
Every party or gathering, fundraising or not. Every time the fate brought you two together – somehow it happened frequently, the city’s socialite circle not being as broad as one would think. Finding a spot that nobody could find you in, making out until your bodies craved more, indulging in each other as if the two of you were lovers. Maybe you were, in a way. Being called a lover despite these being only fleeing moments seemed far more suitable for the elegant man Baekhyun was.
You wondered, however, if it felt any suitable for you. You lacked the confidence, the elegance that he oozed with. It wasn’t the first time you opted for being casual with someone, avoiding the arrangement that would require thinking too much, sacrificing too much. There was nothing special about you – you weren’t pure, or particularly beautiful, or notably skilled at making others feel good, despite your best efforts. Sometimes, you wondered why, of all people, Baekhyun sought refugee in your embrace.
But then you thought that, if nothing else, you prided yourself in always taking what he was giving, in always being honest about what you were willing or not willing to do, in being sincere with him at all times the two of you spent together.
This, for once, was not an act – even if the scenes or plays that the two of you engaged in sometimes were, just for the joy, for the variety of it, there was something genuine about the two of you never pretending to be something you were not. Maybe that was what the two of you needed – the safe place to act out the fantasy without wondering what the other may want from you at the end of the day. The trust. The compatibility that was not based on restraining yourself or hiding the true needs and wants, but on accepting what the other needed or wanted at the moment, and giving yourself to each other – without a worry or shame.
And there was, truly, no room for shame, because, despite the gentleman that he was, Baekhyun’s pace was always relentless. And, although you could predict the deed itself, you were still awestruck by the fact that of all places, he guided you to the art curator’s office and had you bent you over the desk of the kind elderly man that, less than twenty minutes ago, talked to you about the vegetables he was growing in his backyard. Carrots and pumpkins.
He chose this place deliberately, you knew. It wasn’t accidental. It couldn’t be, and Baekhyun was never accidental. Because right ahead of you, behind the curator’s leather office chair, hung an oil painting of a middle-aged lady looking at you with disdain and borderline disgust. Judging you. But never ceasing to watch.
Your stomach coiled with something feral, something that made you clench around Baekhyun’s cock as he moved at a fast, but deliberate pace, fingers tangled in your hair that surely didn’t hold the shape of the elegant updo that you entered the estate with. His other arm was wrapped around your waist, preventing you from falling against the desk – making sure that you never stopped the eye contact with the painting.
“Look at you… You’re going to go out there in that fancy dress and with cum leaking down your thighs. What a slut you have to be to get fucked at a fundraising party?”
His voice pierced through your very being. The meaning of it, the tone of his voice matched what you imagined the painting to think. Shameless. But careful all the while, so conscious of your comfort, making sure to never pull your hair in a way that would hurt, holding you well so that your pubic bone wouldn’t bruise against the desk you were pressed to.
“That’s what you’re good for. Being used like that…” His voice trailed off when you clenched around him, his own body quivering ever so slightly. “You’re so good for me” he all but moaned, his tone softening so suddenly that it gave you a whiplash. It was so him. Praise overlapping with degradation, the mood shifting but the pace never ceasing. And you swallowed up every single drop of it. He knew how to have you wrapped around his finger.
There was something cleansing about the way Baekhyun degraded you. About the ways he found to humiliate you, making the gap between of you grow to the size where it no longer mattered. Not trying to make you feel better about yourself. Making you feel so pathetic instead, so lowly and unworthy, that with his single touch, he made you ascend, setting your soul ablaze, giving your existence a purpose.
And then something utterly blessing in the way he praised you. As if only his approval mattered, as if of all things in the world, only his acknowledgement made any sense.
All these words tangled together with your own thoughts, mending so much that you no longer remembered what your insecurity was. A mush of perception, now commanded by him, last bits of your autonomy – gone without a trace.
Your mind melted away and you didn’t even realize you forgot to hold back on the sounds you were making until Baekhyun’s hand let go of your hair and clamped around your mouth instead, two fingers pushing between your lips, too frantic for you to even focus on anything but the salty taste on your tongue.
“Stay quiet, angel. I don’t want them to hear how much you like being ruined.”
You loved every bit of him. And he, undeniably and sincerely, loved every bit of you.
And as the world right outside the door continued to run, the two of you took the sweet time to indulge in the moments you allowed yourself to feel.
“Where did you learn to braid?”
Baekhyun’s fingers combed through your hair with practiced ease, untangling the knots and making sure nothing stood out as he tried to recreate your previous updo to his best capability. It surely wouldn’t look like straight from the hairdresser you visited earlier today, but he still seemed pretty comfortable in the way he brought the strands together, and, spotting yourself in the reflection of the glass cabinet nearby, you were certain no one would even notice the change.
“I used to share an apartment as a student” he admitted, a hue of shyness lacing his voice. “Me and two girls. It just came handy.”
You blinked.
“You? Shared an apartment?” You turned around to face him, now genuinely curious.
Baekhyun let out a small giggle. The sound was precious in your ears.
“I rebelled against my family a lot when I was younger. I moved out to study arts. Unimaginable in my bloodline. But it worked well for me.”
You nodded slowly, but still stared at him in awe, pondering over what you just learned.
“I’m not done yet” he suddenly scolded you, gently putting hands on the sides of your head and turning you to face away from him again.
His fingers worked so gently, so carefully. They massaged your scalp as they went on, and the sensation made you melt a little. For a brief moment, you thought that this is even nicer than any sex the two of you had. That you wouldn’t mind feeling this every day.
“I want to learn more about you” you suddenly announced.
Baekhyun’s fingers stilled. In the glass cabinet’s reflection, your eyes met. You stuttered, looking down at your hands, folded neatly in your lap.
“I- I mean, just, you know, out of curiosity.”
Slowly, uncertainly, he resumed the work. A silence fell upon the two of you. You let it last.
Somewhere in the middle, Baekhyun stood up to close the window he left ajar to refresh the office air. Nobody still found you here, and you wondered if it was just a matter of time or if the curator was simply not going to come. Not like anyone else had any business coming in here.
Giving your renewed updo the last glance and pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, Baekhyun patted your shoulder.
“Here you go, pretty girl. Are you cold?”
Your thoughts hung onto the casual praise for a moment before you replied.
“Just a little.” You turned around again, facing him, more confidently this time, with more certainty and intent. Your head tilted to the side, wordlessly inquiring, asking him the unspoken question. The tension between the two of you was sharp. Baekhyun’s lips parted for a moment, taking you in with hesitation.
“We can meet sometime.”
This, for once, sounded unpracticed. Baekhyun’s eyes slipped to your lips for a brief moment before moving back up, not in the usual way that made you weak in the knees, but rather yearning softly, as if his control slipped for a moment.
“If you would like.”
For a few moments, he sat there, bared from the usual demeanor, more vulnerable than you had ever seen him be. Real. Like he was doing it for the first time and worried about messing things up. You cherished this moment in your heart for as long as it took before you realized that his gaze, searching yours, pleaded for an answer.
“I would love that. Anytime you want. Anywhere…” He hushed you, pressing his lips against yours.
Like a lover. Like he usually did. Only now, it meant just a little bit more.
You broke the kiss, feeling your face burn up and covering the shyness with a cough that made the corner of Baekhyun’s lips lift smugly as he pressed the last, chaste kiss into your cheek.
“We should probably return to the party,” you spoke quickly, “someone might be looking for us.” Hopefully not the curator.
“It should be warmer there” he nodded.
He helped you to your feet and his hands smoothened the fabric of your dress.
The party continued throughout the night. Things that sprouted during, however, lasted much, much longer.
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⤑ pairing: byun baekhyun x reader
⤑ prompt: how to kiss a boy: 1.) grab his waist, 2.) slip your hand in his pocket, 3.) steal his wallet, 4.) don't even kiss him, just run
⤑ warnings: none
⤑ word count: 1.3k
You had always been a hopeless romantic constantly daydreaming about the perfect kiss with the person you like. However, when it came to actually mustering the courage to make a move, especially on your crush, you found yourself at a complete and utter loss. You truly put the hopeless in hopeless romantic. That was until you stumbled upon a TikTok titled with "How to Kiss a Boy" which sparked an idea in your mischievous mind.
Determined to put your newfound knowledge to the test, you set your sights on your best friend, Baekhyun, a charming and cheeky guy who you’ve been friends with since middle school. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you plotted your plan.
One sunny afternoon at the Han River, you and Baekhyun decided to hang out. You were setting up the table and fixing your things when Baekhyun came back from buying ramen and beer at the convenience store. A must-have for when you spend a lovely afternoon by the river. He greeted you with a warm smile that can instantly light up the atmosphere wherever he goes and you couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in your chest. This was it, this was your chance to try the "How to Kiss a Boy" steps.
As Baekhyun approached, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself and stood up to help him with the items he was carrying. Upon safely placing the food and beverages at the picnic table, you called for Baekhyun’s attention stepping closer to him.
Tucking a stray hair back, hands in your pocket, your voice slightly shook as you spoke. "Hey, Baekhyun…” you trail off. “You know, I read this interesting thing on TikTok about how to kiss a boy.” Baekhyun’s eyes met yours in a warm gaze and hummed in interest to urge you to continue with what you had to say.
“Would you like to be my volunteer?"
You tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible but your flushed cheeks betrayed you.
Baekhyun's eyes widened in surprise, his playful grin widening. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually wanted to kiss me, sweetheart.” You groaned at his cheeky reply and the pet name almost regretting asking him in the first place. You were about to take it back and walk away in embarrassment until he cut you off with a chuckle. “But that sounds like a proposal I can't refuse. I'm all ears…and lips."
Ignoring the smug grin he had plastered on his face, you cleared your throat trying to hide your nervousness. Why were you even nervous in the first place? It’s just Baekhyun! Your best friend Baekhyun!!
"Step One,” you announce, “Grab his waist." With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you reached out and gently placed both of your hands on Baekhyun's slim waist, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through you. Unbeknownst to you, Baekhyun’s heart starts to race at this simple action.
Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by what you were about to do next. "Step Two: Slip your hand in his back pocket."
Although confused at the next step, Baekhyun allowed you to continue with your ministrations. You slid your right hand into his back pocket as if urging him to move closer, your chests merely centimeters apart. With this distance, or lack therefore, you can feel Baekhyun’s warmth radiating off of him. You suddenly had a traitorous thought of succumbing to the comfort of his warmth, allowing yourself to be completely enveloped by it.
As your fingers brush against the fabric of his pants, you subtly feel the outline of his wallet. It was a bold move and you felt your heart beat wildly in your chest in anticipation. At the same time, you look into his brown twinkling eyes trying to decipher the thoughts behind them. Is he feeling nervous too? Is his heart beating just as fast as yours? Does he want to kiss you just as much as you want to kiss him? How would it feel if you felt his soft lips against yours? The last thought unconsciously makes you dart your tongue out to wet your lips. An action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Baekhyun—the man whose lips you were just thinking of.
Baekhyun thickly swallows, sweat starting to form in the palms of his hands. He doesn’t know what to do with them! His hands lay awkwardly on his sides unsure if he should be placing them on your hips or cupping your face or leaning closer to ki—
Dismissing your thoughts about lips and kissing Baekhyun’s lips specifically, you decide to take the opportunity to catch Baekhyun off guard instead, skillfully and quickly grabbing his wallet and dashing away from him. Your laughter echoed as the distance between you and Baekhyun grew larger as you escaped from him.
Left confused but amused, Baekhyun realized that you were no longer in front of him when he glanced toward the sound of your laugh where he saw you teasingly waving his wallet that you stole in the air. Dumbfounded, Baekhyun shook his head and almost did a facepalm at how foolish he must have looked. But that was something to dwell on at another time, he needed to chase after your first.
"Hey! You can't leave me hanging like that," Baekhyun called out, a mix of amusement and determination in his voice.
You tried to widen the distance between you both but Baekhyun was much more agile and athletic than you are. As he caught up to you and grabbed you by your waist, you can’t help but squeal in delight, your laugh slowly subsiding.
“I can’t believe you did that just to steal my wallet.” Baekhyun chuckles and shakes his head at your novelty, still in disbelief that he didn’t feel you stealing his wallet from his pocket.
“You always have to be prepared 24/7, Baek.” you tease as you catch your breath from running around. “But it was fun though!”
Baekhyun’s expression softened, his eyes meeting yours. “You really are full of surprises, huh?”
“It is one of my many hidden talents.” you retort, playfully winking at him which earned you an eye roll.
“You’re lucky you’re my best friend or I would have called the cops on you.” You were about to playfully shove him and put him in a headlock for the ridiculous idea, not that he would actually dare to do that to you anyway, when he abruptly cut you off.
“But I have a proposal of my own."
You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "Oh, do tell."
Repeating earlier’s actions, Baekhyun took a step closer and tenderly placed both of his warm hands on your waist, his voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "Instead of running away, how about we stay right here? How about we try that TikTok thing you talked about, and maybe, just maybe, I kiss you instead?"
You felt your heart flutter at his words, your mischievous side giving way to a newfound excitement. You slowly nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "But Baekhyun,” you paused and Baekhyun waited for you to continue with bated breath.
You lean close to his ear and almost in a whisper you said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually wanted to kiss me."
As if it was deja vu, Baekhyun groaned at you for throwing his words back at him. He hid his head in the crook of your neck which had you cackling back.
“Sounds like a plan.”
And upon hearing that confirmation, Baekhyun wastes no time so he lightly cups your flushed cheek, brushes his soft plump lips on yours, and finally, gives you that kiss that Baekhyun has been wanting to give you.
Baekhyun is always at heart a troll, based on the album previews we thought it was gonna be a cute concept and then he drops dark concept pics of himself on fire
