"This can't be good," you mutter as Sehun excitedly leads you to your parking lot where he's parked his voguish Ferrari F8.
"Ta-da!" the boy proudly takes his hands off your eyes to reveal a very glossy, very sexy car.
"You got it detailed!?" you stand over the hood in awe, flashing your phone light against the car's clean finish.
"Yeah, do you wanna go out for a ride?"
"A ride!? Where? It's almost midnight," you scoff.
"So? We'll go to Junmyeon's place. He won't care," he says as he eagerly opens your side of the door for you.
You hesitantly hop inside, seeing as how your boyfriend was too excited to drive around with you to wait until another day.
It was, in fact, a better time to drive around right now than doing so in broad daylight. There'd be less risks of having any cameras on you, and Junmyeon would have to let you both into his place whether he liked it or not, so why not?
"Drive safely, though," you lean over the middle compartment and place a hand against Sehun's cheek, turning him to face you as you planted a gentle kiss against his lips.
"Don't worry," he giggles, "your safety is my priority."
Not more than ten minutes later, you find yourself in the middle of an otherwise empty highway, and Sehun is slowly increasing the speed of the car.
"Sehun," you clutch your seat belt and grab the side of the car, "you're going...so...FAST!!"
Sehun smirks, bringing the car to almost 100 MPH.
The loud sound of the car's raging engine fills the highway as the boy excitedly swerves to the farthest left lane, the fast lane. He passes a few cars as they honk at him angrily, but he seems to be very comfortable and in-control behind the wheel.
"SEHUN!!"
You shriek in fright and excitement as the boisterous boy laughs at you, but eventually he slows the car back down to the speed limit.
"Sehun, you're so annoying," you say, turning your knees and body away from him.
"C'mon, I'm a good driver," he smirks, turning to you. You instead cross your arms and ignore him.
"You don't trust my driving?" he reaches over and places a hand gently against your thigh, and you really can't ignore him when he's this gentle.
"You worry me when you drive like that," you say, placing your hands above his. "Just be safe."
"Fine, I won't do that anymore," he says, placing his hand over yours and bringing them both on top of the gear shift.
"You know," you say, turning sharply towards him, "you drove like that a little too comfortably. What have you been doing with this car in your free time!?"
He smirks and bites his lower lip, turning his attention to the road in front of him.
"Sehun!"
"Alright, okay, I admit, I like driving fast," he says slyly.
"Yeah, I almost didn't notice," you roll your eyes. "What's the fastest you've gone, anyway?"
"Only 130 MPH," he says, almost defeated.
"SEHUN!!!"
He giggled some more and wraps his hand tight around yours.
"I won't drive fast again," he says.
"You better promise me that!"
The boy smiles, not saying anything.
"Promise me!"
"I promise I won't drive stupidly fast," he says, blowing you a kiss.
At the very least, deep deep down, he loved you enough to mean it.
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This had been a bad idea.
A really, awfully bad idea.
Out of all the bad ideas you’d ever had, this was the worst, actually, dating your bodyguard that is.
There was that time you swallowed a Lego when you were eight-years-old. And the time you tried to bleach your hair in your best friend’s bathroom. Not to mention the slip ‘n slide full of Jell-O in your dorm room hallway. But hair grew out and hallways could be cleaned, but this was one mess that couldn't be fixed.
Staring down at the plastic stick in your hand, you sighed.
Two Lines. Two teeny, tiny lines that seemed so inconsequential, but that would actually change everything.
Pregnant. You tried to quell the rising anxiety of what this meant for you. Was it possible that the test was wrong? Maybe. But looking down at the two other positive pregnancy tests on the floor of the bathroom, you figured that was highly unlikely.
Sitting on the cold tile floor, you took stock of your life. If life were a soccer game, you thankfully had a pretty good field position. You had supportive family and friends, a decent place to live, and money stashed away for a rainy day. You were going to be okay. However, now you worried, would he be okay? How would the man who held your heart react to the news of him being a father? Would he be happy? Or would he be cold and distant? Baekhyun was incredibly hard to read, a fact which made you more nervous than ever.
“Y/N? Is everything okay?”, a deep voice questioned from the other side of the closed door.
Two distinct knocks followed, then silence.
You weren’t ready to face this. Face him. You briefly wondered if he’d go away if you stayed quiet.
Two more sharp knocks broke the silence, more insistent this time.
“Y/N?” The door knob rattled. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” His voice grew more desperate. You heard a tinkling sound, like he was trying to pick the lock.
“Nothing,” you lied through your teeth, “everything’s fine”. You winced, cringing at just how unbelievable you sounded. You cursed your lack of ability to lie convincingly at times like this.
He snorted. “Fine, my ass, Y/N, that’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”
The rattling sound continued, then abruptly stopped, and you heard the click of the lock disengaging. Framed in the doorway stood a stocky, well-built man dressed in all black. He entered the small space, eyes darting around the room to scan for any potential threats, just as his job demanded.
Seeing you slumped against the wall, he rushed towards you, stopping when he felt the crunch of something underneath his boot. He bent to retrieve the slightly-flattened item, freezing in place when he realized what he held in his hand. Looking down at the test in his hand, he frowned, a quizzical look blossomed on his face. He grabbed the box off the counter, scanning the back to look for instructions, clearly unfamiliar with the way pregnancy tests work. Once he’d found the information he wanted, his eyebrows shot up like a rocket.
“Pregnant?”, he said, looking questioningly at you.
You nodded solemnly, stone-still as you wanted for the moment of truth. This man had the power to shatter your heart, if only he knew.
“Pregnant,” he whispered, voice gone soft.
Before you knew it, you were being lifted princess-style and carried out of the bathroom. Strong arms gently deposited you into the center of your bed and you were suddenly grateful for the familiar, softness of your blankets, a stark comparison to the cold, marble tile where you’d been seated moments before.
Feeling a dip in the bed, you turned to find yourself face-to-face with the man who was partially responsible for your current predicament. Baekhyun reached out a calloused hand, stroking the backs of his fingers down your cheek. Pulling you close, he burrowed his face in your hair, as your head rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. As Baekhyun stroked his hand down your back, breaths feathering through your hair, you realized that the stark, serious Baekhyun was trying to comfort you.
Baekhyun, in general, was usually about as cold and serious as they came. Technically, you were his job, so in the beginning, he’d treated you about as warmly as a copy machine that was always broken and forever out of toner. Over time, you two had grown closer, allowing you to see small glimpses of the warm, gentle Baekhyun that you’d come to care for. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts as Baekhyun started to speak.
“We’ll get through this together, Y/N. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.”
You sagged in relief as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you felt soothed by his nearness. As you laid there with him, a companionable silence fell over the room like a curtain. For the second time that day, you assessed your field position, and you were honestly pretty satisfied with where you’d ended up. You hadn’t known what to expect from Baekhyun, but you were happy with where things were headed.
Perhaps starting an illicit affair with your bodyguard-turned-boyfriend was slightly better than swallowing a Lego, you mused with a smile, falling asleep to the gentle rhythm of your lover’s heartbeat.
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It was the day of the release. The release of his magazine cover.
The PR went… mad.
“Listen, sweetie, editor, I don't think we will have enough pieces. The damn thing is literally going to be sold out in a matter of hours.”
You received this call before lunch time. Lunch time was very early on in the day. So why was Baekhyun's magazine cover about to be sold out in the entirety of Korea on the same day of the release date?
“Erm, yeah about that. I am an editor, just like you said. You need to call the-”
“I know, I know,” she interrupted but there wasn't an inch of impatience in her voice. “What I am trying to say is - congratulations! You did a great job!”
It took you a moment to realize what she was saying, because she was right. Your participation in this issue was big; after all you took care of the props and settings and you were looking over his pictures during the photoshoot. Out of nowhere, your heartbeat sped up. “Oh, thank you! That's very kind of you, but I still need to improve a lot-”
In that moment, the happy ding! that never failed to make you all trembly and nervous, sounded on your desk.
Waiter: miss editor am I seeing correctly????? wowow ihavenowords
Waiter: did you just make me sell out your magazine?????? ihavenowords
Waiter: did you save yourself at least one piece??? huhuuhuhuuu ihavenowords ><
Waiter: i think someone just made themselves a good name in the mag industry ^^ congratulations!!!
Waiter: does that mean i will get to see you? hmmm maybe to give a congratulatory bouquet of flowers???? 🤭🤭🤭 🌹💐🌺
Biting your lip quickly to suppress the happy grin, you quickly attended to the phone call, chatting a bit more with the PR lady. Honestly, you didn't like to talk to them much as they were all over the place, too demanding and didn’t have a great understanding of a creative mind. Thankfully, you didn't have to deal with them too often.
It hadn't been that long since your last meeting with Baekhyun. His kisses on your cheek and one kiss on your forehead seemed to be still burning on your skin, sometimes making you drag the pad of your index finger over the mentioned places, needing some sort of closure from him that you had yet to receive.
Texting now was a full on habit between you, causing you to become sad, disappointed and even anxious if he wouldn’t reply that soon, worried he changed his mind about you, and his feelings towards you. Because even though you admitted to him that you liked him, he was being still very cautious, still very polite with you, as if there was some sort of invisible line between you two that he was scared to cross, for some reason.
Trying to look at it from his point of view, there were many risks of him wanting a relationship with you, and you couldn't not agree. If anything, you were being thankful for his thoughtfulness and carefulness, for if he messed up even the tiniest bit around you and your secret meetings of a blooming start of a relationship, he would not see the end of the hate, and neither would you. Heck, his career was on the line.
You managed to reply to his playful messages that went on and on, before you would have to dive into another cover magazine plan that you had to start thinking through.
Me: I think I should congratulate YOU! the most wanted man in Korea it seems ;)
Me: these days i have some important meetings… an upcoming cover… im definitely doing overtime today :( when is it good for you? I will try to arrange my schedule with yours
Waiter: ohoh the most wanted man you say? i wonder if the one i want wants me just as much…….???
Waiter: i would like to see you more often before my album drops, you know i will get quite busy and not seeing you for too long doesnt seem to work well with me anymore ><
Waiter: sooo… i will come pick you up from work tonight just shoot me a msg *^
Just as his messages could make your heartbeat go into a crazy overdrive, it seemed he could also make it completely stop. Or so you thought. His flirting and now his proposal to pick you up gave you a huge shock. That would be a first for sure.
Me: sure! have your phone with you Mr Korea
Me: I wonder too if that person wants you as much ;)
You decided not to pay him any more attention after that as much as you were tempted. Your belly was levitating along with your body, feeling high on vitamin Baekhyun. Pressing down the urge to tease him, you put your phone away, your hands slightly trembly from the attention you kept receiving from someone like him.
If your predictions were even close to correct, you wanted to tell him: yes, the one that he wanted, wanted him just as much.
…
You were fast to leave your work that day. Excited butterflies were eating your insides away, and the only way to make them calm down was to finally meet the person who always made their wings flutter.
Baekhyun was already parked in the underground parking lot, his car the only one with the motor on - and the only car of his class. You spotted him sitting in his car in his white jersey shirt, his left elbow propped on the windowsill as his index finger was stuck between his teeth, gnawing at it. When he saw you, he took a double-take and quickly changed his posture which made you giggle.
Baekhyun was following you with his eyes, going even to the length of leaning in over the passenger seat so as not to lose sight of you until he reached over and opened the passenger door for you so you could slide in.
“Why, thank you,” you smiled cheerfully as you sat down. You closed the door and put your bag down in between your legs.
“My pleasure,” he said back with a pleasant smile. “Hand me the bag, I'll put it in the backseat.”
You quickly did as he asked and then reached for your seatbelt.
“How was work today? We should celebrate!” he exclaimed as he put the car into drive and made his way out of the parking lot.
You hummed, gnawing on your lip. “That would be wonderful,” you said but hesitated about offering anything further. It was difficult to read the situation; you wouldn't know what you could afford to do with him and what not; what would be stepping over the line and what wouldn't. But Baekhyun said he liked you. In fact, he even told you to look at him like at any other man. That meant you shouldn't doubt all the possible hang-out ideas you had, right?
“I think it is you who deserves a gift,” you murmured and stole a look at his concentrated face. You reached the outside now, the dark evening slowly changing into night, the light of passing cars illuminating your faces.
“Hmm, I think so, too. Something in lines of - I can pick whatever I want, huh?”
Hiding your smile behind your hand, you nodded. “Yes, I can grant something. But don't make it expensive. Even though you sold out our magazine, it doesn't mean I will get a pay rise right away.”
“Oh, it won't include any monetary value,” he promised and turned to look at you when he stopped at the red light, the line in front of you seemingly going on for at least a mile. “It would be something you can and should be able to do freely.”
Despite the darkness of the car, Baekhyun could still spot that gorgeous, astounding blush colouring your cheeks. He really grew to love it; to make you so flustered you couldn't help but grow all red, just for him. “What do you think?” he asked quietly, still observing you with a small lopsided smile.
First you looked at your connected hands in your lap and then looked up at him through your lashes. “Depends what it is, but I owe you, so…” you trailed off.
He chuckled quietly, causing your heart to skip a beat before he started driving again, the line in front slowly moving. “Wonderful.”
Within forty-five minutes, you found yourself seated in a Korean restaurant, both yours and Baekhyun's shoes left at the entrance. Baekhyun, knowing the owner, asked for a separate room where people usually held business dinners, to ensure you would have full privacy and could enjoy each other.
It was a bit mind-blowing how much he could just do. His authority was admirable but at the same time it reminded you how you could hardly compare. If you would have asked the owner to give you a separate room, you might have had to fight for it or give him some money. Baekhyun seemed to walk in like a prince, confidently talking to people as if it was so natural.
“Can you give me a moment?” he asked suddenly, already standing up. “I forgot something in the car. Choose a meal until then.”
You nodded and saw him shuffling towards the door. Quickly going through the menu, you were thankful it was just an ordinary Korean restaurant that specializes in noodle soups and wasn't pricey. Picking the one that seemed the most special, you put the menu away just in time for Baekhyun to return back. His right hand was behind his back, obviously hiding something.
He had a sheepish smile on his face as he stepped towards you and handed you a beautiful bouquet of colourful flowers, the smell of which instantly hit your nose. You felt your mouth stretch into a wide smile as you stood up to your feet.
“Oh my god, what is this for, Baekhyun?” you asked, looking up into his eyes just to find them sparkling with anticipation.
“I know I never asked you out on an official date, so I might not be dressed up to my best potential, but I really wanted to give you something and today, as I said, I wanted to give you a bouquet. Please, accept it,” he added breathily, watching you with bated breath, nudging the flowers out to you.
You giggled and he smiled right away as you took the bouquet in your hand, careful as to not hold his fingers that were still curled around the stems. “Thank you.”
As you wanted to pull back, he leaned in, grabbing your wrist gently that was holding the flowers, bringing you closer. His lips hovered over your cheek and he eventually pressed them there. “Good job on your first cover,” he murmured and leaned away the slightest to watch your surprised reaction. Your eyes were watching his mouth and he had to restrain himself from going any further. He didn't want to cross the line. Not yet.
Unfortunately, you had to separate when the doors opened and the waiter came in. She was taken aback for the slightest of moments when she noticed you and Baekhyun backing away from each other but both of you recovered quickly and sat down, ready to order.
“This Vietnamese noodle soup is my favourite,” mentioned Baekhyun, looking at you. “So that is your gift to me - eating my favorite food with me.”
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It was late June, the beginning of the most humid weeks of the year with the monsoon season around the corner.
Baekhyun became so busy with the release of his album back in May, that you rarely got to see him afterwards, although he made sure to see you a couple of times per week even if he was on the verge of falling asleep. Besides meeting, you were always chatting on the phone, him updating you about his daily schedules while you would mostly talk and send pictures about the same old stuff - your office, your computer screen or your late lunch. Or a selfie. You were on that basis now, despite a first kiss never happening.
It made you think sometimes if you were the one who was supposed to make the first move. If you grew eager to finally feel him in that way, then he must have also had some similar feelings, right? You had been dying to kiss him since the first time he said he liked you. And it was late June now.
Late June meant that the music awards show was happening just this particular night. Baekhyun had been texting you eager messages to double-check that you would really be attending like you told him you would.
While you quickly looked yourself over in the mirror in your office - you worked even today, a Saturday - you checked your phone's screen, seeing the previews of his messages.
Waiter: finally our schedules overlap ❤️
Waiter: i cant actually believe it
Waiter: huhuhuhu missy are you done with preparing? im curious to see....
Waiter: its just that it would be difficult to do so without it…
Hastily checking your earrings, you read the previews with a large smile. It would be an exciting night.
When you arrived at the event along with your colleagues, you couldn't help feeling clammy from the excitement. The possibility of spotting Baekhyun was making you sick with anticipation. It wasn't even the amount of people attending the event, it was just him; just the idea that he was somewhere there and hopefully he was looking for you just like you were looking for him.
Your colleagues hurried to sit down as the ceremony was about to start. Since you were busy in the office, you ended up leaving the headquarters much later than planned, but there was nothing you could do about it anymore.
The lights dimmed just when you made yourself comfortable, making it too difficult to look around and recognize faces. Deciding to quickly check the messages you didn't have time to look at before, you finally saw what Baekhyun was bombarding you so much about.
Waiter: finally our schedules overlap
Waiter: i cant actually believe it
Waiter: huhuhuhu missy are you done with preparing? im curious to see how you look so you could send me a selfie and so then i can recognize you at the event hm? without having to stare everywhere and become suspicious
Waiter: its just that it would be difficult to do so without it sooooo ?????
Waiter: yah!! where did you go??
Waiter: ex...excuse me? ehm ehm!!!
Waiter: wow okay…
Waiter: Y/N … disappeared...
Waiter: i guess you are busy >< im arriving at the venue soon update me so i know where you attttttt okiiii??? ㅎㅅㅎ
You hid your smile behind your hand and quickly typed him a message to update him like he demanded. You couldn't send a selfie anymore because of the silly lights and your superiors being at the same table, you couldn't afford to be on your phone all the time. Hyeri, as much as she was kind, didn't like it when the job was not done properly, so you made sure to pay attention to the performances while you felt your phone vibrate with messages most probably from Baekhyun.
You bit your lip to keep in the smile, your heart fluttering. How was he able to be this… gorgeous even through messages? How was he able to make your heart beat frantically even when he was not around you? Unknowingly, your desire for him grew by tenfold, the sudden urge to meet him almost overtaking your actions, but one strict stare from Hyeri and you stopped squirming in your chair as you realized you did with a horrified look. Wow. You had to do something about this, and it had to be very soon.
To your big misfortune, you never spotted Baekhyun until it was his turn to overtake the stage. As much as you expected something huge, it was anything but that. No props, just a simple mic stand and then, a Baekhyun in a ready-to-go-for-a-date look, plus four dancers and he was able to fill the huge stage to the brim with his presence. That was it. Simple as that.
You inhaled his entire performance, the loud screamings of crazy fans not enough to pull you out of your reverie that consisted of Byun Baekhyun and Byun Baekhyun only. His movements, so sharp yet so smooth, his flirting with the camera, his lip bites, and that crazy happy smile; all of it. He was changing images from lethal sexy, through lazily suggestive, then sweetly gorgeous until becoming cute and ready to pet on the head. Without anything more to add, he had each flavor of a candy to offer and you had never been this addicted to candies in your life.
...
You met him accidentally when you were leaving the toilets that were meant for the VIPs. Closing the door behind you, you felt its cold surface press to your bare back when Baekyun appeared in front of you, freezing momentarily when he recognized you.
He smiled instantly, happy to finally see you, before he let his eyes wander. Finally, he let you know that he was looking. Oh he was. Your dress was revealing on the back, which he had yet to witness, but the front was completely covered, hugging your chest and waist, telling Baekhyun that there was something to look at for sure. The long, wavy skirt that stopped just above the floor was bunched up in your hand, showing sparkly high-heeled shoes that were the cause of the pain in your ankles.
None of you said a word as you took a note of his fancy suit, the simple stage outfit now gone. It was fully black, but once again you couldn't comprehend how broad his shoulders and chest were despite his shirt that was tucked into his pants being black, too.
“Good performance,” you broke the silence finally, meeting his somewhat eager gaze. “I have to admit, I was swooning with the other girls, too.”
That got Baekhyun's attention. His eyebrow rose in question and he stepped closer but not before making sure there were no prying eyes in the small corridor. His body covered yours from anyone, were you to be disturbed. “Oh, were you, really?”
You nodded, your smile teasing. “Yeah.”
He smiled gently, his gaze running over your features that were touched up with make-up. “I'm glad. If I wanted to impress someone, it was you.”
“You did that a long time ago,” you admitted shyly, averting your eyes so he wouldn't catch you shyness.
You heard him letting out a laugh through his nose. “So cute,” he muttered, stepping even closer. “I have to run back but let me drive you home tonight.”
His words made your head snap up though you weren't that much smaller from him anymore thanks to the heels. His words ignited something inside of you. “You came with your car?”
“I asked my friend to bring it over to the venue,” he said. “I am not going back to my company after this. I finally found you here and-” he sighed softly, shaking his head as he looked at you, “I want to spend some time with you. Alone.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, his look making you all itchy and needy. Without much thinking, you found yourself nodding a tad too eagerly which made Baekhyun smile. “Alright,” you whispered, “text me. But I can't leave before my superiors do.”
“Can I just steal you?”
Giggling, you shook your head and suppressed the need to hold his hand. “I'm afraid no. But I will try my best to get out of it quickly.”
His smile was so gentle as he nodded slowly, closing his eyes for a second before stepping even closer, his fingertips running over your clothed forearm in the most feather-like way. “Okay. I'll be waiting for you,” sweetheart.
…
The car came to a complete stop in front of your small apartment building. Audi had quite the silent engine anyway, but now with it being turned off, you felt like silence had a physical form and was growing in on you, making the tension between you and Baekhyun the more difficult to withstand.
Given his silence, you knew that you should say something, and you also knew what you were supposed to do. It was now or never. “Would you maybe… like to come in?”
He glanced over, checking your expression to see if you were serious. He parted his lips but hesitation stole the words away from him. You chuckled when he opened his mouth again and smiled abashedly. “'I’d love to.”
Oh my god, you thought as the both of you made your way towards your apartment. In panic, you tried to quickly think over what state you left your flat in exactly, but it seemed that your mind was clogged up, unable to come up with anything that could possibly explain what was happening in that very moment. Byun Baekhyun, the superstar, was coming inside your apartment. And he seemed to be rather quiet.
Was he overthinking this? Maybe he would realise this was all a mistake and that you weren't good enough for him. Maybe you did something off-putting today?
As you were typing in the code to your house, you felt his strong presence behind you, his gaze on your naked back, and you swore the tension just grew even more when you let him enter your little safety den first. Surely, it was no luxury like he must have been used to by then, given the many years of singing career, but you could only hope it would be enough.
You had been far too gone for him. If he were to dump you, you might end up hurt and heartbroken.
Letting the door close behind you, you wanted to follow him only to see him standing just a couple of steps ahead of you, looking into the apartment but not moving further inside. “You can enter, Baekyhun.”
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he said softly out of nowhere, catching you off guard with his honest words. Letting them sink in, you bit your lip, feeling your heartbeat accelerate again. It wasn't possible to get a heart attack, right?
He was standing in front of you while your back was pressed to the front door you just closed behind you. “Thank you,” you whispered, matching his intimate tone and feeling like you were about to combust. “You look really handsome tonight.” And everyday.
He smiled, which you couldn't see as he still had his back on you. Just then, he turned and with that pleasant expression on his face made those separating two steps towards you until he stood right in front of you, causing you to look up. “Thank you.”
You nodded, feeling the terrible blush creeping up into your cheeks. Actually your entire body was suddenly on a heat wave, feeling the prickles of sweat to form under your dress as he stared at you affectionately. God, you wanted him so much it was really becoming unbearable.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You just asked one,” you replied mischievously, grinning, just to be rewarded with a wide smile from him as he stepped even closer, your heart clenching painfully. Was it the chemistry that was so painful?
“Cheeky,” he whispered, his breath almost hitting your cheek. You kept his eye contact before you nudged him with a go on.
What, do you want to kiss me on the cheek again? you desperately wanted to ask, to tease him. Or would this finally be it? Would he finally just... kiss you?
“May I kiss you, sweetheart. On the lips.” His intonation was far from that of a question. He was so hot, goodness. And your knees were suddenly jelly-like as you couldn’t stop staring into his eyes when you nodded.
He let out a breathy laugh when he almost pressed his body into yours. Almost. “You don’t like to confirm things out loud with me, do you, beauty?”
“Yes, you may kiss me, Baekhyun. Please, just finally kiss me.”
It was almost as if he wouldn't wait for your approval anyway, as he was leaning in before your words even left your mouth, his hands coming to gently rest against the door; caging you in, yet making you feel even more safe. He was carefully watching your features as he pressed his lips to yours, one hand coming to cradle your face gently before he finally captured your upper lip and you melted.
Closing your eyes, you sighed as you let your hands slide up his toned chest and around his neck when he pressed himself into you just a little bit closer, a very much satisfied hum coming out of his throat that sent shock waves down your body. That deadly hum. It could really do anything to you, it was that attractive to you.
You dared to run your fingers through his hair that had gel in it, but still felt so cutely soft under your touch. You played with his pillows, prolonging the gentle sucking as you dragged his lower lip towards you, feeling the wetness of his mouth. He leaned in as you separated for the slightest of moments, tilting his head to the other side, unconsciously making one step closer so you felt him on your chest and the surface of the door on your back.
Smooch after smooch, you soon realized he was a loud kisser that liked the licking sounds and the responses from you as you breathed out softly while his thumb caressed your blushed cheek.
Another loud smooch, and this time he was the one who dragged your lower lip towards him with his teeth, as he bumped his nose with yours, tilting his head to the opposite side again while both of his hands cradled your face with utmost care.
Eventually, he kissed you one last time, ending it with him pressing his forehead to yours, not opening his eyes just yet. You didn’t either, relishing in the lingering feeling of him around your mouth as his warm pants pushed in through your parted lips. Slowly, he nuzzled your nose and you giggled softly which prompted him to open his eyes to meet yours already on him.
“That was better than I could ever imagine,” he whispered and smiled handsomely.
You blushed even more, if that was possible. “Ditto.”
His eyes widened and he leaned away a bit. “Don’t tell me you fantasized about kissing me?”
You shrugged but didn’t meet his eye. “How could I not? I’m a human, aren’t I? And you know I like to be straightforward.”
He smirked, knowingly nodding to himself. “Oh yeah, right. The straightforward business.”
You chuckled. “You’re too good of a kisser.”
“Only the best for you,” he winked and those words made you feel things. Before you could reply, he blurted: “Can I be your boyfriend?”
Smiling widely, you nodded, feeling absolutely elated. This was really happening. “Yes, you can be my boyfriend, Baekhyun.”
He sweeped you in his arms, bringing you in for another kiss. “That means,” he murmured between the kisses, “that I can kiss you just like that. And I can finally call you sweetheart,” he breathed the nickname before opening his mouth and devouring you, showing how passionate of a kisser he could be.
You never doubted him, of course, but in situations like these, reality was always better than your poor imagination, for your brain could never produce the exceptional feeling of having Byun Baekhyun’s lips on yours, feeling the moisture and his playful tongue, his creativity of teasing you with it astonishing. No. Nothing could ever compare.
There was only one Byun Baekhyun and he was a superstar. Off-limits to almost everyone. But not to you. Not anymore.
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A/N: And that is the end! This is the final part, so with this, I am also saying goodbye to this story that made my heart flutter a wee bit... ^^ Thank you to whomever sent me support via comments/reblogs, dms, I was glad this story could bring something enjoyable to the table! ❤
--- As you know, these 3 chapters were supposed to be about how our characters met and became a couple. So I hope I delivered well! I know I put the M sign in the beginning way back in May, but while plotting, I realized it wasnt suitable for these 3 parts. It would take me more chapters to write to bring it to that point (hint: if you request it as a standalone oneshot later, I am willing to write it but otherwise it would need more relationship building).
I hope this explains it!
Thank you again!
Please let me know what you thought, it would mean a lot and its free!
As requested by @angelkjd ‘Junmyeon scenario where you have a crush on him and confess but he rejects you because he thinks you annoy him and are immature all the time and so you change and become boring then as time passes he realizes that he misses you and your personality and starts liking you too.’
Canon!AU/Angst/Fluff/Romance
Suho x reader
Masterlist
“More, more, more!” Yelled Baekhyun and Chanyeol until puff! The chewing gum bursted in your face making both males crack up laughing. Chanyeol threw himself in the floor like he always did laughing loudly tearing up, while Baekhyun kept hitting your forearm and Chanyeol’s, also laughing just as loudly.
“Look at you! It’s all over your face!”
“Help her Baekhyun, poor ___.”
That’s when Baekhyun came closer to try and clean the mess. The pink chewing gum decorating more than half of your face. You were still laughing because of these guys’ reaction. You loved working with EXO this close, it gave you access to enjoy the real them, and they all loved you just as much as you loved them.
“What’s going on here?” Thundered Junmyeon standing at the door, arms crossed over his chest and frown visible.
“Ah hyung! ___ was just-”
“She was just asked to bring us lunch.” Junmyeon interrupted. “Am I right ___? What are you still doing here?” He looked at you walking towards you giving you the weak knees.
“Ah yes- I was just-”
“Being ever so childish and giving these pair of dorks some entertainment.”
“No, Junmyeon hyung! We were just playing. Nothing wrong with that.” Cried Chanyeol.
“How old are you three? Are you seven? Is this a primary school yard?” Continued Junmyeon.
He was right. But you couldn’t help it, you enjoyed being this close to Baekhyun and Chanyeol.
Being this close to Junmyeon...
“I’ll get your food. I apologise.” You said standing up almost running away from getting more scolded.
Junmyeon held your wrist turning you to face him. When your eyes were at his same level you gulped scanning his face shamelessly, landing your eyes on his upper lip mole that drove you crazy. You were certain this little beauty spot was the one to blame for your feelings.
“You still have chewing gum.” He stated pulling you even closer. He scratched the remaining with his nail rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You are lucky your skin is this good and you don’t need makeup, imagine having to do your makeup again for this nonsense you were doing.”
“Ah hyung~~~” Whined Baekhyun. “It’s not ___’s fault. We were all doing it!”
“Great! That just makes it alright at age twenty-five.” Applauded Junmyeon.
“I’ll get going Junmyeon-ssi.” You bowed freeing yourself from his hold.
*****
You entered EXO’s dorm knocking the door to give them today’s lunch. You got startled like you always did when Junmyeon was the one to open.
“Thank you ___.” Junmyeon took the bags placing them behind him to face you again.
“I’m sorry for today... I didn’t mean to upset you.” You started shyly.
He shook his head running his hands over his face. “Look, I really think that you being here all these hours... isn’t even appropriate anymore. Thanks for what you do, and... well the guys are really hungry and... thanks again.” He tried closing the door giving you a joker smile.
“Wait!” You cried gathering some courage placing your foot so he wouldn’t close it. It was too late to regret your blunt action. “Junmyeon-ssi, I- I- I- well I-”
“You you you, you what ___?”
“I-”
“Yes ___?” he questioned puzzled.
“I would like to talk to you. In private. Better than just me standing here at the corridor.”
“___, we have nothing to talk about. You are very kind and go the extra mile to please us, but really that’s it. We can’t be talking about anything that is not work related, you know how busy my schedule is. The musical, the comeback. Just-”
“Please” You begged. “Please, and it will be the last time I bother you like you say.”
Junmyeon sighed looking inside the dorm hearing the guys getting anxious for their food. He turned to face you and nodded. “I guess it’s ok. I can get out of my chest what I have to tell you also.”
You smiled playing with your braids nervously thinking, maybe, maybe if you confessed he’d see you in a different way. Sure it wasn’t possible that he knew you liked him this much and not say anything about it.
“Meet me at the rooftop in 5 minutes. Let me just give the guys their food before they eat each other alive.” Suggested Junmyeon.
You scrunched your nose and run towards the elevator thinking this was going to be the best day of your life. Confessing to Kim Junmyeon, the man you liked since rookie days. You were lucky to have gotten to work with EXO hand to hand and see him almost every day.
You were in charge of bringing them anything they needed from outside the dorms. Of course your direct treatment was always with the leader. The guys always wanted and needed things. From fried chicken to video games to limited edition cosmetics. That was your job, and you enjoyed it as long as it was Junmyeon calling you.
You waited fixing your braids and your beanie, dusting your oversized hoodie and the shoe laces of your over-worn Converse sneakers. You checked if your breath was acceptable because your fantasising took you to finally tasting Junmyeon’s raspberry lips.
“Hi!” He greeted startling you.
“Hi! Junmyeon-ssi.” You jumped in excitement.
“What is it ___. You've been acting so strange lately. Not that you haven’t been strange all these past almost decade that I know you. But lately... Something is up.”
“Junmyeon-ssi. I- I think I- well- you- I like you. I know you are the best man I could ever meet, I knew it from way back, but I guess now that we’re grownups-”
Junmyeon snorted stoping you mid-speech “Grownups? Are you kidding me ___?” He asked changing his laughing expression to an aggressive look you barely seen on his gentle face.
“Yes-” You tried again.
“What made you think I could remotely think of someone like you? Not that you aren’t attractive and appealing to any man. But certainly not me. You can check with Baekhyun or Chanyeol. You’re certainly what they like. You can do pillow fights and gaming competitions. But me?”
You looked from your sneakers to his face, your lips quivering not believing that this genuine person you’ve known for so long could break your heart the way he was right now.
“Is that all you wanted to say? I can’t believe you ruined the professional relationship we have for this childish crush.”
“It’s not a childish crush Junmyeon-ssi. I thought that you could see me with different eyes. I apologise.”
“Don’t apologise, don’t be silly. Don’t use this serious tone now. We’re friends. Just don’t ruin things. We’re good the way we are, comfortable, professionally comfortable. Just don’t cross that line ___, and... grow up if you want to call yourself a grownup like you’re claiming.”
He wanted to leave but you held his wrist. “I got so many chances to move within the company, grow within the company, and I’ve always refused and stayed by your side. For you.”
“Well wrong. If you get a better job just take it.”
“I guess I will. Thanks for the advise Junmyeon-ssi.”
“Don’t be upset, come on ___.” He pulled you to his chest and gave you a nice hug. The first time he’s ever hugged you. But when you fantasied about being hugged by him, you didn’t plan it to be while he refused your love. “Silly girl.” He continued rubbing the crown of your head with your beanie still on.
“I’m fine.” You pushed him lightly when his cologne hit your nostrils making you uneasy thinking it would be really hard to let him go if you stayed in his embrace for too long. “Goodbye Junmyeon-ssi, I’ll just go tell the guys that I’m leaving to work for Lee Sooman’s office, I hope they replace me with a less childish person that is of your liking.”
“___! Come on! Don’t be like that!”
You left him standing, you didn’t see his face but you did hear a laugh...
You were nothing to Kim Junmyeon, EXO’s Suho.
*****
“We want ___, this guy you got us is lame, and he won’t bring us fried chicken!” Whined Jongin.
“Well better! You shouldn't eat fried chicken in comeback season.” Replied Junmyeon not even looking from his comic book to the source of complain.
“We don’t want him. He’s boring.” Added Sehun.
“You are acting like a bunch of preschoolers. She moved on and she’s taken a better position. I can’t ask her to downgrade.”
“But you want her back? At least tell us that much Junmyeon hyung.” Asked Jongdae really curious.
“My opinion is not relevant.” Roared Junmyeon in response, he was feeling cornered by the youngsters and he didn’t like it.
“Guys leave Junmyeon alone. Come on. Goodbye. Get out!” Interjected Minseok pushing the guys outside of Junmyeon’s room. “You really impossible to deal with. Come on out!”
When Minseok closed the door he sighed looking at Junmyeon.
“Don’t you even start Minseok hyung. I don’t want to talk about it.” Threatened Junmyeon with his forefinger.
“The guys are just teasing you, you know Myeon-ah? They know that you miss ___ too, like dude, you can’t even hide it.”
“Minseok hyung. It’s really not relevant anymore please.”
“I saw her the other day at the offices. With her super over the top outfit to match the place. Wow... she’s really attractive.”
“I don’t care hyung.”Lied Junmyeon.
“Well, anyways. You are supposed to meet with the managers at the offices, you should go say hi to ___. You won’t miss her.” Suggested Minseok patting on Junmyeon’s thigh before leaving the room.
*****
Of course he missed you. Junmyeon kept huffing, tossing and turning all night.
Just glad that the sun was out and was ready to meet you. He wanted to see you. Where you doing as good as everyone was commenting? Were you doing better without them? Without him? Did you miss him?
He was going insane. He did actually miss your silliness. He enjoyed it. To be honest with himself Junmyeon always dreamt to have a girl next to him that was very similar to you. You were just his type, you had everything he liked look-wise. You also were really funny, most times he had to swallow his laughter to look professional, but hell, he missed it. He missed scolding you, he missed your presence.
Kim Junmyeon missed you and he wanted to let you know, even try and give what you suggested, a chance. After all he was allowed to date within SM.
He fantasied about your smile when he told you that maybe you should try and get closer, obviously ask you to come back, ask you to be as silly as you are used to around the guys and him. Just the way you are. Never change and go back to being like you were just days ago.
He was awoken from his fantasies when the elevator indicated he had a arrived to the floor where he had the meeting at. Junmyeon was nervous, so nervous that he felt even his palms sweating. He was thinking all this about how wonderful it would be to have you near him again, but he never thought of how to tell you, what to tell you.
An then... you just passed past him, you bowed politely and way too distantly for his liking. You now were wearing makeup, dressed formally, acted politely and maturely matching your new job. He would of loved to see you this way before but now, he absolutely hated it. Being like this meant not being you, not being the girl he acted so naturally around.
“___! Hi!” He exclaimed making you stop walking.
You held the files you were carrying at your chest tightly before turning around.
“You look... wow, so different. You look amazing.” Confessed Junmyeon.
“I look mature. I’m happy that you see me with better eyes.”
“Listen, I- I- I-” He stuttered.
“Amazing how a pencil skirt and some makeup can make the ever so perfect Kim Junmyeon this nervous. It reminds me when I told you about my feelings towards you. The same day you rejected me crudely.”
“Can we- I need to talk to you. I’m sorry about that day. We miss you.” He almost whispered, his features softening making you want to embrace him the way he did before.
“I have work now. I’m sorry.”
“___, please. I never meant to hurt you the way I did.”
“I actually have a date after I’m finished with Jung Seungwoo.” You confirmed.
“You wh- with NCT’s manager Seungwoo? The Seungwoo? Ho- when-”
“Oh well, I guess it was time to stop turning down all the guys that kept asking me out. There’s no one holding me anymore.”
Junmyeon widened his eyes as his mouth fell open in surprise. When and how did all this happen?
“What? You thought I was single all this time because no one would look at someone as childish as me?”
“No... I just-” Junmyeon didn’t know what to say really.
“Well who cares anyways. I know you don’t, and so I can’t see you. Say hi to the guys Kim Junmyeon-ssi, now if you’ll excuse me.”
You bowed again turning on your heels walking away. It felt so good and so bad at the same time. You had returned the slap, but you were lying to yourself because you will never get over Junmyeon.
You didn’t lie however about the fact that there were guys that had asked you out, and all for Junmyeon, thinking that one day he’ll admit that he likes you just as much as you like him. Daydreaming for over seven years, thinking it was enough seeing him every day through work.
When you took the elevator you noticed that he was still standing where you had left him, not moving a muscle watching him till the door had completely closed. Shattering your heart to pieces.
*****
Junmyeon went crazy, after the meeting he couldn’t stop thinking about you and Seungwoo. He wanted to see you before leaving but you were already gone. He didn’t want to go back to the dorms like the loser he was, and so he found himself driving to your place. He didn’t know how explain his presence at your door, but he didn’t care, even if Seungwoo saw him, Junmyeon just didn’t care.
It was late, and after almost three hours sitting at your doorstep he saw Seungwoo’s car. It wasn’t a lie, you did have a date with one of the most nicest most handsomest managers in SM.
Junmyeon hid behind the bush watching you get out of the car after Seungwoo opened it for you. Junmyeon’s blood was boiling surprising even himself that his feelings for you were that defined to feel this jealous. It culminated when Seungwoo tugged a strand of your hair behind your ear trying to kiss you. Junmyeon bit his lower lip so hard that he tasted the metal taste of his own blood. Just when you avoided Seungwoo’s lips that landed on your cheek instead, Junmyeon could exhale in relief. He wanted to pull you to himself and end this agony. Tell Seungwoo that you were his, you were his silly girl for himself. All these feelings that surged after your cold encounter and the scene in front of him.
Finally! Finally you waved at Seungwoo and walked towards your house where you found Junmyeon coming from behind the bushes.
“Junmyeon-ssi! What are you doing here?”
“Let me in your apartment. We can’t have this conversation in the street and I’m kind of sick of wearing this face mask.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and climbed the stairs opening the door letting him in before you. As soon as you closed the door he took off his face mask and brought you towards his chest hugging you tightly. Like never before. His hands holding you firmly and his head on the crock of your neck. You felt his breath on your skin and you knew that by now he felt how your legs couldn’t hold you.
“What’s going on? Why are you here?”
He detached himself holding your shoulders looking at you in the eye, wanting to say so many things but unable to at the same time.
“Junmyeon-ssi! Why are you acting like this?”
“___, don’t date Seungwoo hyung. Please.” He begged with difficulty.
“And why is that?” You asked pretty annoyed.
“I want you, just the way you are. Just the silly way you were last week, playing and being spontaneous and being... close to us. To me.”
“I thought you didn’t like it. You woke me up and you were right. Your advise gave me a better job and a man that likes me. A good handsome, funny and kind man that is.”
“No, don’t talk like that.” Junmyeon bit his lower lip again opening the little wound on his lip. “You are perfect the way you were, the way you are. ___, I like you too, I realised I can’t, I actually can’t live without you.”
“Is the new person that took my place not doing their job properly? Is that it? How selfish are you that you are willing to tell me these things to make me sway just to make me go back to the dorms? Who is actually being childish now Junmyeon-ssi?”
“No! No! That’s not it! I’m telling you ___ that I like you too.”
“And I like Seungwoo.” You lied. “Please leave.” You demanded pushing his hands away from you.
Junmyeon gulped, it felt like thorns going down his throat. His heart tightening. This alien feeling that he thought he must of caused you that day at the rooftop. He wanted you to feel how sorry he was, how much he loved you at this point. Imagining the rest of his life without seeing you cheerful, making noise with the younger ones.
“___.” He tried again to touch you but you flinched. “When did you get this distant? I’m really the stupidest for letting you go.”
“I’m going to be dating Seungwoo, this is not fair on him.” You snarled looking away.
“That’s right, I’m not a person to do something like this to hyung anyways. I’m sorry ___. If it makes you feel any better, know that I am completely heartbroken.”
With that Junmyeon turned the door handle and left. When you closed the door behind him you released that breath you were holding. You couldn’t understand why and how and from where you got the ability to do what you did to the only man you’ve ever liked and waited for. You out of all people breaking Kim Junmyeon.
Your Suho...
*****
“___! You came?” Exclaimed Sehun lifting you off the ground. “I hope forever! What’s with these clothes?”
“Sehun-ssi. How are you? Where are the rest?”
“The rest you mean Junmyeon hyung?” He smirked winking at you.
“How do you know- is it that obvious?” You asked in panic.
“___, we all know you love him. Even hyung knew. Anyways. They’re all at practise. Of course you don’t know anything about our schedules now.”
“I’ll call in later so, Sehun-ssi thanks.”
“Wait a minute.” Sehun stopped you holding your wrist. “Hyung is actually asleep. He wasn’t feeling well yesterday so he’s skipping practise today. I was just with him because he felt a bit feverish. I guess I can leave you to it.” Waved Sehun.
“No! Wait! What do you mean- I can’t do this!”
“Oh yes you can, you did it for Jongin-ah before. It was your old job before remember? Bye~~~” Teased Sehun closing the door behind him.
You inhaled nervously walking in circles for over a minute, you then took off your shoes leaving your bag at the kitchen counter walking towards Junmyeon’s room. You’ve been inside all the guys’ rooms except for Minseok’s and Junmyeon’s when they gave them individual rooms. As you walked, your heart raced ringing in your ears. You knocked lightly before entering the dark room, you noticed Junmyeon’s form shivering under the duvet. You didn’t know what to do and nothing came into your mind other than removing your blazer and crouch in front on him placing your hand on his warm forehead.
“Yah! Hun-ah! Your hand is so cold.” Whined Junmyeon with his eyes shut tuning the other way.
You noticed that he was only wearing his boxers and undershirt, you reached for the duvet covering him back. He looked angelical, Junmyeon was the cutest yet sleeping in a foetal position. You couldn’t handle it anymore and all that came to your mind was to lay down next to him bringing your arm to his belly hugging him from behind. Junmyeon the little spoon was your every day dream.
“Yah! Oh Sehun! Get the fuck out of my bed. Like won’t you even leave me when I’m sick?”
“That’s some information I was doubting and you have now confirmed it Kim Junmyeon-ssi.” You whispered on the crock of his neck.
He turned around rubbing his eyes trying to sit but you pulled him back down.
“Am I dreaming? Delirios? Is my fever so high that I now can see and feel ___ next to me in bed in an empty dorm?”
“Junmyeon-ssi. You are not dreaming nor delirious. And your fever is not even that high. Are you love sick?”
“___!” He breathed out bringing you to his chest. “You came back? For me?”
“I did. I love you. I have loved you for so long.”
“Yesterday you wouldn’t even let me talk and now you are in my bed. Not so hard to get after all.” He joked.
“Well someone told me you are sick because I rejected you. I didn’t get sick when you rejected me.”
“You silly girl. I realised I truly can’t live without you. No one is laughing at my puns anymore. I need support to come up with new ones, you’ll be of great help.”
“I was just trying to be nice, your puns are horrible. You’re a 60-year-old man trapped in the body of a young and- well...”
“Young and?” He propped himself supporting himself with an elbow. “Please continue.” Junmyeon smiled down at you caressing your hair making you melt.
“I lost the ability to talk. I think I’m the one who has fever now.” You managed to verbalise looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights.
“I guess no need to talk.” He whispered before nudging your nose landing his lips on yours. “I love you ___. Please do me the honour of coming back to me and share the journey. Be the way you were, but this time for me and with me.”
You encircled your arms around his neck bringing back to your lips. “I can’t wait.” You spoke on his lips before taking them again.
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A/N: Thanks for reading... This fluffy scenarios when it’s about THE bias... Thanks so much for requesting ^_^
Description: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member, in particular, Do Kyungsoo.
A/N: THIS IS NOT THE END YET. sorry. also sorry it took so long to update this. the next chapter will most likely be the final. :D
All His [M]: Canon AU - Fluff / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 FINAL
A comfortable silence settled inside the vehicle and Kyungsoo was fishing through his bag, pulling on his boxers and finding a plain white t-shirt, identical to the one ruined by the mud. Of course, he had another white shirt.
Had you dreamed the last hour that had transpired between you and him? Perhaps the stress from the trip coupled with your intense love for the man, who fished through his bag pulling on something from the bottom with a grunt, had lead to an intense daydream. Had that really just happened? It must have..you could still feel him, smell him, practically taste him all over your skin and you felt a soreness in your body that told you the sex had been very real.
Here he was and here you were watching as his plump lips pursed with the effort and you watched those pretty lips pull into a wide smile that killed you inside when he pulled the garment loose. It sprung free from the dark confines of his bag.
A garment that looked strangely familiar. You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes at the pants he had just pulled from the bottom of his bag.
“Ahah! I found them,” he smiled triumphantly in your direction and you recognized big pockets and the familiar looking fabric.
To your complete fucking disbelief, and to his great amusement, you watched in horror as he pulled on the same pair of khakis as the pants he wore earlier. The ones ruined by the mud. The ones you hated deep down inside your soul and the ones for whose demise you had planned a toast to later. You already had the speech planned. "Gone not soon enough…to the ugly pants graveyard…”
You couldn’t believe it. There he sat, on his butt in the back of this truck, wearing the exact same outfit he wore when he went to the back of the truck to push it out of the mud. Only this time, a strange look on his face. What was that? Satisfaction? He seemed…lighter now. Happier.
Beautiful. And real.
You wanted to kiss him. It was a feeling you had experienced many times in your life as you looked at his face, yet this time was infinitely different. This time you weren’t zooming in on a fan taken photo. He was sitting in front of you with his heart beating inside his chest and the warmth of his skin yours for the touching.
Before you could miss the chance, with his face close enough for you to reach out and touch, you reached for him with both hands, pulling his face down into yours, lips connecting with his own, he was surprised by the kiss at first, before you heard an appreciative moan from his throat and his hands were on your face, holding you close, lips moving against yours slowly and sweetly.
“I can’t believe you have more of those pants.” You said against his lips when you pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes opened first and you watched him close up. His eyes were still closed tight as he breathed through moistened lips. He pulled his lips into his mouth, licking them with his tongue before he sighed and opened his eyes to look at you.
“You know I have several. Don’t lie. I know a lot about you too, remember?”
You captured your breath within your lips and quickly closed up your mouth, pouting away at the truth of his words.
Because dammit he was right. You knew about the several pairs of khakis in different shades of ugly…but you hadn’t realized there were more of the exact same color. Perhaps you could spill something on these that wouldn’t come out.
“Come on. You have to get dressed before–” his eyes were on your neck and your shoulders and you felt his fingertips running down your bare skin. You held the blanket over your breasts but you felt his fingertip lightly pulling down at the fleece, uncovering the top mound where the suction of his mouth had made a small mark on your skin. A bruise caused by his teeth, “–before the tow truck driver comes.” His voice sounded farther away from the topic he had been discussing and he bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes slowly pulled up from the mark he had been examining with a dark look.
“Are you sure we need to go?” You whined, somewhat affected again by the very recent memory of his mouth and his teeth on your skin, and the little reminders all over your skin would surely make your next shower quite an exercise in self-restraint.
Kyungsoo was silent for a moment as he looked into your eyes and he blinked slowly, his eyes roaming over your face.
“I…only had the one.” His confession came out quietly and you ticked an eyebrow up.
So his mind was still on you. This man who had driven you crazy all fucking day was now struggling with keeping his hands off of you, just as you had been struggling with the idea of putting your clothes on and getting back into the company of others. Into the company of people who would surely know..right? Wasn’t it written all over both of your faces? The looks, the touches, the swollen lips and the marks between your legs, high up on your thighs, all over your breasts. The traces of him were all over you. Had you left similar traces on him? Perhaps your marks had been made deeper. With the way he was looking at you with those dark eyes, surely you had left an impression.
You looked up to see that his hair was a mess. Tugged this way and that by your hands as he tasted you, as he had driven you crazy, made you cum earlier, the sinful sight reminded you and you lifted your hand to run it through his dark short hair. You felt a bit of some product in his hair that made it bend and move where you tugged.
“Won’t you be a good girl and put your clothes back on, hmm?” You could hear the low quiet frustration in his voice and his hands lifted the panties and the bra he had handed you earlier from your bag that you pointedly ignored. Did he have to ask you that way? You could practically feel the challenge behind the words, begging you to be bad and keep them off and… and… he only had the one condom.
You pouted at the clothes as you grabbed them and tossed the blanket away from you, exposing yourself again. He was watching you quietly as you moved to pull on your panties and put your arms through the straps of your bra, adjusting your breasts so you sat in it comfortably before you fastened the back hooks.
You had to admit. This felt sexy, his eyes on you like this as you got dressed and you heat on your skin burned, yet you didn’t mind the attention one bit.
He leaned into you as you began to reach for the t-shirt and shorts and you felt the warmth of his body overtake you suddenly. His lips were back, plump and soft and addicting. he kissed your lips and your hands went to his neck, falling back into it again…into him and his wonderful mouth that you swore you could spend hours kissing. This kiss was deeper, needier and more intense. He had also liked watching you pull your clothes back on over the lovemarks he had made on your skin.
You gasped for air when he pulled away and you felt a strong hand gripping behind your neck and a deep whisper breathed out against your neck, whispering past your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
“I promise I will take them off of you tonight when I get you into my bed.”
You had to close your eyes for that one. You felt dizzy with the powerful words that he whispered into your ear so easily. When you recovered enough to risk looking into his face, His eyes were even darker and his lids half closed. You could see it on his face, just how affected he was. Just how much of a mark you had left on Do Kyungsoo.
The sound of an engine outside of the truck broke the enchantment and his eyes widened as he looked out the window.
“Clothes now,” he growled with urgency under his voice and you were already pulling your shirt over your head as soon as you heard that low rumble that sounded nothing like the comfortable quiet that lived within this truck with just the two of you as it’s tenants.
You smoothed your hair as you buttoned your shorts and quickly found your socks and shoes from inside the bag in the passenger seat. You hoped your mad scramble to dress wasn’t too obvious to the old man that emerged from the tow truck and was now outside trying to talk to Kyungsoo.
Only it wasn’t happening. Kyungsoo knew no Spanish and the old man rambled off questions louder and slower the longer the dazed Korean man stared at him with a blank look on his face.
You suddenly heard a few words in Kyungsoo’s low voice that surprised you.
”I’m sorry, please wait.” Kyungsoo said in decent enough Spanish and you opened the door to the back of the truck and climbed out carefully, trying not to step right in all of the mud the truck’s tires had dug up and tried even harder not to look like your skin still burned where Kyungsoo’s fingertips had possessed you so completely before the old man had arrived.
You smiled as innocently as you possibly could and felt the steady rain landing on your head, soaking your hair as you spoke easily to the old man. An instant calm washed over both men as you communicated the problem that the tow truck driver had already gathered by taking one look at the stuck SUV.
He gave quick instructions for you both to get back inside and you put the truck into neutral as the man easily did his job, freeing you both from your quiet sanctuary that had been stuck in the mud. After paying the man, you both drove on in silence, seeking out a car wash to get rid of the thick mud that had nearly completely covered the back window of the truck so you could see the traffic behind you.
The mud was gone from the outside of the truck and the evidence inside was cleared out when Kyungsoo disappeared into the car wash bathroom, emerging empty-handed and stepping light on his feet.
The rest of the drive to Montserrat had an airy harmony to it. The only voice that spoke out loud came from the navigation. Within your mind was a drifting sea; as unnamed emotions colored by the recent memories of him floated along its tranquil waters with an innocuous pop music soundtrack that he would occasionally sing along with; under his breath, for himself only as he looked out the window.
As you drew closer to your destination, he found the back of your hand with his fingertips. You followed the signs and you turned along cobblestone pathways where arrows pointed, promising parking and access to the cable cars way up in the sky or the railway that carried passengers along the ground.
Outside of the truck, you looked up into the sky at the bright yellow cable cars suspended on microscopically thin threads of string that looked like they would surely snap if you even thought about jumping inside the thing. What if there was a strong gust of wind up on the mountain and the entire car came tumbling down?
You could feel your stomach churning and clenching just looking up at the terrifying thing.
“We can take the train if you want.” Kyungsoo’s low voice rang around in your ear, startling you out of your temporary stay of terror and you felt the warmth of his chest collide with your back when you moved.
The closeness with which he stood behind you felt comfortable. It felt intimate and inviting and you closed your eyes and absorbed it for a second before you had to move away from him.
Just one second longer. You could have this right? It was only one second. Maybe two.
When you didn’t move away from him, when you didn’t instantly look around for onlookers and distance yourself, he didn’t move either. The truck was at your back, the crowds of tourists that made their way through the parking lot were too far, too preoccupied, too many light years away from the whisper into your ear and the slow inch of his hand that wrapped around your waist.
He leaned into you, or you leaned back against him and you looked up again, into the air, letting your head just fall against his shoulder as you looked up into the sky at your certain demise.
What if you got so scared you peed your pants up there? Could your brand new, very fresh and scary relationship with the man of your dreams really survive something so horrific?
“Or we can ride the cable car and I can hold you if you’re scared. I promise I won’t let you go until we both get off.”
His hand around your waist had traveled as his fingers dug into the space just below your breasts and his thumb was discrete where it caressed the curve of your breast.
His words were suggestive enough to team up with the high altitude and make your mind go hazy. Hazy enough to move your hand over his, encouraging the exploration of the softness of your breasts over your shirt. Hazy enough to pivot within his arms just enough to turn your face toward him and be met with the softness of his lips against yours when you kissed him. The kiss felt beyond your control. The air you were inhaling up here had to be spiked with something making you do these brazen things.
The brush of his warm tongue against yours fought against the nagging voice in your head telling you to stop; telling you to pull away from him and turn back around and possibly take three or four giant steps away from him. The voice shouted against the way his fingers dug into you and pulled you in closer. This was dangerous on so many levels. Perhaps that only served to fuel the excitement you felt pulsing within your veins.
The nagging in your brain was a quiet whisper in a rowdy frat party and it was no match for the quiet gasp you heard coming from somewhere behind you.
You pulled away from Kyungsoo’s lips, glancing up to catch the wetness that remained on his mouth in your wake. The pink in his cheeks spread with the widening of his big eyes as he looked behind you toward the source of the gasp.
You almost couldn’t do it. Your feet didn’t want to turn and face the person who had caught you both red-handed, touching each other, kissing each other, obviously deeply involved with each other in a physical way. Would they know instantly just how far you both had already taken this? Would it be written all over your face?
“You— what—“ the voice was speaking now. Already familiar to your ears you forced your legs and looked up into the face of the young man with the wide surprised eyes on his pointed face. Mouth open. Breathing all but stopped.
“Baekhyun—uhh…” Kyungsoo didn’t seem to really have anything to say although the look on Byun Baekhyun’s face was hard to take in silence. “Shit.” He finally settled on and you had to agree.
The look of surprise on Baekhyun’s face shifted as the wheels turned and realizations hit him hard. His mouth pulled into a wide smile. Knowing what you knew about Byun Baekhyun sent alarms blaring.
“Wait a minute, you?” The warmth and firmness of Kyungsoo’s skin which had so completely blanketed your back moments prior left you entirely. You felt the cool air of a mountain breeze at your back and your legs prickled where your shorts failed to cover. Why had you worn such short shorts on a trip like this? Why had you allowed yourself to get so used to the warmth of the man who held you in his arms?
“You were the one who opened the box of condoms?” Loud. “Shit! I’ve been carrying that box around since last fucking spring and no one has ever touched it. I was worried they would expire before one of you losers got some action.” Everything about this man felt too loud and you could feel a very definite sinking feeling in your chest with the high pitched laugh that left his face. Even though he didn’t even seem to be looking at you as he did it.
Not at first. Not until the bright smile that pulled against his face act set in hard and heavy as he looked at Kyungsoo like a kid on Christmas morning. He had certainly been hoping for a gift such as this all year long. He looked positively crazed with excitement and when he looked into your face for a moment you felt like someone had hit you with a water hose.
Would this be it? Would he tell your bosses and everyone you work with what you had done, what you had let happen…with a client; with a person who you were supposed to have a professional relationship with?
“Wow— I can’t believe this. You and your translator—AHH!” Whatever Baekhyun was about to say was cut off by his scream when Kyungsoo’s hand reached up to him and grabbed tightly at the back of his neck. The giggling stopped, the laughter turned to quiet cries of pain and Baekhyun hunched over as the muscles in Kyungsoo’s forearm tensed and flexed in a way that told you just how hard he must be holding the man.
They were moving away, further away from where you stood and just out of your earshot and you watched as Kyungsoo leaned down, over Baekhyun’s back to whisper something against his face. Baekhyun nodded his head with screwed together eyes and his lips pulled tight into a grimace. He nodded harder, and even more earnestly and you could hear him shout “Okay—okay!” In a high pitched strained voice.
When Kyungsoo finally released him, the sigh of relief from Baekhyun was loud and he rubbed the back of his neck with a pout on his face. The two men glared at each other. One rubbing at his neck still having taken two steps away, and the other simply standing at attention with his arms over his chest and a heavy movement in his chest as he breathed in and out in full annoyance.
“Fine!” Baekhyun shouted in full on petulant child mode and Kyungsoo took a step back and away from the man who was retreating now. “Don’t look at me like that, I said fine!” The worry lines on Baekhyun’s face danced along his brow and he licked his lips and swallowed once with the quickest glance in your direction.
“Are you both riding the train?” He said after what felt like a few tense moments of staring into Kyungsoo’s eyes deep in thought.
Beside you, Kyungsoo had somewhat returned himself and to your side and you felt the tips of his warm fingers along the small of your back; ghosting along over the too thin fabric of your shirt. Each pass felt like a message that you couldn’t quite decode the meaning of and when you risked a look in his direction he was watching your profile in silence. His wide eyes met yours briefly before looking up into the air over your head and then back down again into your eyes. There was a tiny nod of his head and you turned to look behind you up into the air at the swaying yellow cable car that was threaded through a string, no thicker than something you’d see vibrating on a guitar.
There was a sinking feeling, not unlike the feeling of being caught making out with a member of popular kpop idol group EXO in a crowded parking lot by his own teammate, only this sinking feeling that surged inside of your chest went further and went deeper, pulling your internal organs inward with such a force that upon their release you thought you might just vomit from the recoil.
Kyungsoo wanted you to go up in the cable car. Kyungsoo wanted to get away from Baekhyun and going on the train meant riding beside the noisy group mate who now knew your dark dirty secret.
Kyungsoo’s eyes were pleading as they watched your face and you realized you were now taking too long to answer Baekhyun’s question as the silence that loomed over your heads lingered and pulsed; its fingers poking you in the ribs.
“No, we are going to ride u-up t-there?” Your voice came out funny sounding. Once it reached your own ears it sounded as if it had been fed through a funnel and you lifted a trembling finger straight up, pointing somewhere into the sky where you knew that death trap on a shoelace waited to fall with a snap, sending its passengers careening down and crashing amongst the rocks below in a fiery explosion of pain and death.
Baekhyun’s eyes followed your pointed finger and beyond to the space above your head almost too slowly.
“You sure you don’t wanna ride on the train? You can sit next to me and we can have a nice long chat,” he said with a sweet smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Your mouth felt too dry and you fought the urge to clear your throat noisily, settling for a small cough instead.
“We’re taking t-that,” your insistence was minuscule and hardly believable to even yourself. And you were the one who said it. The tickling fingertips that massaged against the small of your back, urging you to just go along for the ride opened up to lay a hot palm flat against you now. Kyungsoo rubbed small calming circles over your back and you kind of wished he would just stop the constant comfort. You kinda just wanted to…run.
.
Baekhyun was buying his ticket for the train and not even giving you a second glance as he stepped aboard.
This would probably be the last time you saw him.
The breaths coming into your lungs were speeding up and you were pretty sure that wobbling in your knees had nothing to do with the man who held your hand and guided you up the steps to the highest little room that sat up on the side of a hill and everything to do with the fact that the next five minutes would probably be your last.
You hadn’t even said goodbye to your best friends yet. You were going to die too young. And for what? Because Do Kyungsoo fucked you in the back of a truck and now he didn’t want Baekhyun to tease him about it?
There was a gap between the cable car floor and the platform you stood on and Kyungsoo had a vice-like grip on your arms which you had extended out toward him as he slowly pulled.
He pulled gently at first. Gentle words came from his lips but God help you, there was a gap between the car and the platform and the trees below were so tiny.
A fall from this height—
“Hey!” Why was he shouting at you?
No one would survive—
“Hey look at me!” His voice was too loud and it pulled your attention up from the gap. How long had you been standing here? You could tell by the muscles in your face that you weren’t exactly at your best right now. You must look ridiculously terrified.
Your feet refused to budge. But now with his big brown eyes holding yours within his own something in your breathing slowed just a bit.
“Good good, look at me.” He cooed at you as if you were a child and you took exception to his pandering tone. You didn’t have a chance to defend yourself before he was talking again. He took a step closer to you and you realized he had been standing inside the car trying to actually pull you in with no success. Your legs fought him off out of sheer stubbornness.
The ground below had its own tone that was ringing in your face. Below your eardrums, it bellowed and beckoned at you and you felt yourself drifting toward it.
“—NO.” His firm voice broke through the bellowing din from down below, “—no, baby, look at me. Just look into my face.”
“Good girl,” he said when you lifted your gaze to his and gave him a tiny nod. It was a tiny promise to behave. A promise just for him and his arms pulled you, instantly wrapping around your chest tightly when your legs finally moved and as soon as you entered into the small car you felt the ground sway with movement.
It wouldn’t hold. It would fall. How many seconds did you have until you hit the ground? 10? 20? How long would you scream before everything just went black?
Every bone in your body trembled and shook within his strong arms and he tightened. Reaching around with one arm and pulling your torso into his chest, his other hand rose and gripped just below your chin. “Look at me. Do you see me?”
You sure did. He was so close to you and the car rocked and dipped as other passengers boarded around you. You could make out their shadowy shapes in your peripherals and his face tilted and dipped to catch your full attention again each time you drifted.
“I…see you,” You eked out and were instantly rewarded with the up close, debilitating smile on Kyungsoo’s lips. From so close, you could see the tiny mole that sat on his upper lip and the dark of his eyelashes that danced in a row along his eyelids.
“Hi,” he said softly against your face and with his breathing through his parted lips you felt the warmth from his chest echoed back against your chest again and again and again.
“I—I think I’m okay.” Was it the truth? Were you really this up high in the air and still alive?
“Well that’s too bad, I’m not letting you go.”
“Well maybe you don’t have to hold so tight,” you said with a bit of a squirm, very much aware of the warmth that flooded through you with his words spoken in a hushed whisper against your face.
His grip on your waist adjusted, loosened for a second before he tightened again, pulling you impossibly, even closer to his chest. Your feet took a small step into him, trying to make up for the shift in balance.
He shook his head. It felt uncharacteristically possessive coming from him. Yet you felt it resonated within your chest.
“I’ll never let you go.” There was a flash of something serious in those brown eyes and you swallowed and bit down on the inside of your cheek.
“Kyungsoo, Honey, you’ll have to let me go eventually.”
When you said it, the seriousness you had seen in those eyes of his ripened and unfolded. His face hardened with the change despite the fact that nothing about his lips, cheeks, or nose changed at all. The shift was entirely within those eyes.
And it was devastating to watch.
“But I don’t want to.” When he finally broke the eye contact, his gaze turned clouded by it.
He looked down and he shifted his jaw once. Biting down hard before licking his lips and furrowing his brows.
All at once you had done it.
All at once the harsh reality of this began to flood over your head as if you had simply pulled a lever and emptied the entire trough of cold water over both of you where you stood and that cloudiness you saw within his beautiful eyes did not leave when he cleared his throat. It didn’t leave with the tiny forced smile he somehow managed to pull onto his face and when he finally gave up on the smile in favor or an exhale you definitely recognized the rapid blinks on his face.
“Let’s not…do that yet. That’s going to be hard enough when the time comes, we don’t have to do that yet.”
He was right. There would be plenty of time to think about him leaving, of him letting you go, once it actually happened. You had days still. Days of his arms. Days of his lips. Days of his smell and days of looking at this face up close like this. You pulled your shoulders up from where they had sagged into the darkness moments before and you shoved it deep down inside where it could fester and ache each time you played with the idea of losing his warmth. Later. You’d feel the pain set in later for sure.
The tight grip around your waist went slack a little bit, but you refused to look around you inside the car. The swaying as it moved was distracting enough, you didn’t need to break the hawk-like scrutiny you watched his face with and start feeling the panic again.
“Do—“ You could feel the drift of your thoughts now, as you considered the fact that you weren’t actually alone with him inside this cable car, “—Do you think this is okay to be doing? What if someone in here knows you.”
“Nobody is looking at us.” His eyes danced around the small space within the car for a moment and on the tip of his tongue was a lighter note that danced there. He was pushing it down too. This was a forced bit of brevity as he lifted an eyebrow and let it hop above the curve of his eyelid. “Everyone here is old. We’re safe, but we probably shouldn’t start making out right now.”
He sniffled a bit and the corners of his lips pulled into a smirk that you watched happen up close. The swaying of the car was no match for the hypnotizing effects of those lips. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why did he have to just stand here and lick his lips and drive you crazy with them? You knew for a fact how soft they felt and how easily they molded against yours. You wondered if it was possible to memorize a taste. The taste of his lips, the smooth warmth of his tongue and the sounds that came from the back of his throat when you kissed him back—
“Stop that—“ His lips parted and he was speaking.
“Stop what?”
“Stop looking at my lips or I’m going to kiss you again.” His words rebuked, yet his hands tightened around you and you could feel the desire within his arms pulling you into him. “You have no idea how hard this is.”
“Oh, I think I have an idea how hard it is, Kyungsoo.” Your comment was pointed as was the small push into his hips and he closed his eyes and exhaled when he saw the naughty smile on your lips.
“Shhh—tt.” His response was a quiet curse under his breath that didn’t quite materialize into a real word. But you felt the sentiment just the same and his face changed as he backed up a bit from you. You couldn’t help the laugh although any trace of humor from his face was long gone.
“You can’t do that,” he said, “—fuck…T-Talk—” He swallowed hard and lifted his chin, looking around him out the windows at the scenery that crawled by. “Talk about something else.”
As much satisfaction you felt by affecting him so completely, you were an adult and had just enough self-control to comply with his request.
“Umm—“ talk about something, something…something, anything but his lips and tongue and that dick that you could still remember him pushing inside of you in the back of that fucking truck, “Do you think Baekhyun will say anything to anyone?”
It felt like a weak attempt honestly. It was still technically on the same topic…the sex. The sex between you both that happened and was going to happen again and again and God did he smell good. You could smell him everywhere.
“No,” he said with a sigh, “He has an even bigger secret that only I know about.”
You were instantly curious, but did you dare ask? Would he even tell you if you asked? Technically it wasn’t just Kyungsoo’s secret that Baekhyun knew. Wouldn’t it be fair for you both to know the secret?
“He has a bigger secret than this?” You said with all your curiosity brimming up to the surface and his lips pulled into a smile as he looked down into your face. You could feel the motion of the cable car pulling to a stop with a squeak and you were being moved by his arms. You felt cool fingertips land lightly over your eyes to block out the view around you and you stiffened under his touch as he spun you around and bent his head to whisper in your ear.
“Don’t look around, just listen to my voice and move where I tell you to.” Without the sense of sight, everything felt a thousand times more dangerous and your feet moved in staggered sluggish steps with each word from his mouth.
“Big step here, just lift your leg and take a step forward.” You gasped into it. The fear taking hold of your breath and making your lungs surge. “I got you, baby. I got you. Just step forward. We are the last ones in the car, you can take your time.”
“One step?” Your voice trembled and your fingers gripped tightly around his arms that held you just as securely. “T-Tell me Baekhyun’s secret to distract me.” You could hear the low laughter in your head and the sound of it seemed to work miracles within your body.
“Take a big step for me and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
The curiosity was as big a motivator as you could possibly imagine and you forced your legs forward. Below your foot you felt something solid and stable and behind you he pushed forward, hands low on your back, and honestly when you felt the light smack on your ass you actually laughed right out loud, right up here in the sky where you somehow didn’t die at all but stood on the solid cobblestone walkway of the church grounds.
His arm was around your shoulders as you both began to walk and you looked into his face expectantly.
He looked back at you with raised eyebrows, closed lips and the most casual of looks on his face and when he didn’t immediately tell you the secret you bumped against his armpit lightly, urging him to spill it already.
“What?” He feigned ignorance and you laughed again. Frustrated yet enamored with this playful side of him.
“What do you mean ‘what?’” Your impression of him was pretty spot on and he bellowed out a loud staccato belly laugh.
“Tell me!”
“Tell you what?” His voice held steady and the smile vanished before your eyes as he blanked his face completely and you felt the expression on his face pull your own lips into a flat line.
You could feel it slipping from your grasp; your chance to find out the juicy details that you probably had no real right to know anyway.
“But—But you promised to tell me.” Your lips pulled down and the pout was pronounced. You knew it was a powerful weapon you chose to wield against him and his eyes glanced down at your face briefly before he looked away, off into the distance where a small group of people who looked somewhat familiar in style stood in a cluster.
He laughed once and your pout grew more pronounced.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said as if he himself genuinely believed his own lie. “The air is really thin up here, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re making up some crazy stories. Maybe it’s altitude sickness.”
Your legs stopped moving and you stood your ground as he kept waking two, three steps ahead, still looking ahead of him at his group mates who waited for the last of the members to arrive before entering the Abbey in front of them.
“You-“ he felt quite impossible to you now. You knew it. You’d been had by a pro. The unfairness made you want to stomp your feet and throw a fit. You knew he wouldn’t spill. You knew it like you knew your own name and blood type. Kyungsoo’s lips were sealed as tight as a steel trap and it took him a good five steps before he made a big circle with his steps and came stomping back around behind where you stood your ground well into the fit you were fighting off.
“They’re all there.” He was speaking to you quietly as he marched past where you were a statue of disappointment. “Look at me, how do I look?” He stilled the marching movement and shook his arms out to release some of the nerves you saw on his face.
“Like a cheat,” You grumbled.
“No, I mean do I have anything here,” his fingers hovered over his face, moving down to his neck, “or here.”
When his hands passed over his face he inhaled slowly and you saw evidence of some impact drift over his face as his eyes closed slowly. “I smell like you,” he said to himself and you couldn’t keep looking at him like this. Not if you intended to keep your sanity intact.
“D-Do I look…uncharacteristically happy or like-“ his eyes were wide as he looked toward the group again. “—or like I fell in love, shit they’re all going to know. Look, my hands are shaking.” He squeezed his hands into tight fists and inhaled a deep breath.
“Fell in love, Kyungsoo?”
His sigh was exasperated and he bent at the waist, hands on his hips and a grimace on his face.
“Do you have a better word for what is happening to me? I’ve lost my fucking mind.” He let out a groan and you bit down on your lip to keep from giggling at the man.
“This is your fault. Don’t…just don’t, be cute or be funny. Don’t look at me or stand too close to me and don’t whisper to me while we’re here.” His hand was raised out toward you as he spoke, waving those long fingertips past you with his careful instructions.
“But don’t look at anyone else and don’t stand too close to anyone else either or whisper things to them— shit this won’t work. That sounds awful. You’re mine. Just…just be mine again, I’m sorry I told you not to be cute. I changed my mind. You can be cute.”
Would he just keep going if you stood there and watched him have his own little mental breakdown? His hands ran over his face.
“Kyungsoo,” you said softly. He looked up into your face with his lips still parted and ready to continue the diatribe.
“No one will know anything. I’m a translator remember? So being close and whispering is allowed. That’s what translators do.”
“My translator only,” his brows were down low over his eyes and your smile grew wider. He watched your face until you nodded in agreement and he was thoroughly satisfied with his definition of your job today.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
All His [M]: Canon AU - Fluff / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 FINAL
Nature Republic fan-sign. So exciting, Suho is such an adorable looking bunny… Until he asks his fan where is she from. He gets too worked up when she replies that she’s from Spain.
Despacito~~~ is Spanish right?
RIGHT…
Suho (Canon) x Reader
SMUT
Masterlist
< Part 1 - Part 3 >
“Que le enseñes a mi boca. Tus lugares favoritos” I continued “that means… Suhito. I can’t tell you...”
“I will take you on a ride you won’t ever forget señorita. Just please tell me.”
“Show my mouth your favourite places” I whispered in response.
“Fucking hell... Show me”
“Aaah you are too hot Kim Junmyeon, I can’t focus” I mustered pushing him away to meet his lustful gaze.
“You are hotter señorita, and you smell so peachy and inviting” he placed his mouth back at my neck “please keep going with the song, it’s in loop so I make sure you don’t miss any sentence, I want to feel this with you” he added sucking hard on my sensitive skin that was being over-kissed.
🎶 Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso
(Oh yeah) Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro 🎶
“You, you are the magnet and I am the metal
I’m getting closer and I’m putting together the plan
Just by thinking it my pulse accelerates
Already, I’m liking it more than usual
All my senses are asking for more
This one must take it without any hurry~~~ Junmyeon, aaah”
“Oh my god, you smell so good this is so hot, I am melting away, your skin tastes so good, and this dress... and the dirty suggestive words coming out of your pretty mouth.”
“But stop pulling the dress down we are too exposed in here.”
“I want to see you naked. Here.”
“Here?”
“Yes” he added running his nails over my forearms.
“What if someone sees me?”
“You think I’d let that happen? I’d get fired in a blink of an eye. Please continue translating” he groaned sounding demanding making my legs weak.
🎶 Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
🎶 Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube)
(Sube, sube) 🎶
“Slowly
I want to breathe your neck slowly
Let me tell you things in your ear
So that you remember if you’re not with me
Slowly
I want to undress you slowly with kisses
Sign on the walls of your labyrinth
And make your whole body a manuscript (get up, get up)”
By now Junmyeon had clearly marked my neck with nice love bites, he enjoyed making them and look at them as they darkened before his eyes.
“Get up? As in... my dick to get up?” he asked while his hand already pulled my dress enough to have my breasts almost out, just right before the nipples showed.
“It’s more suggestive than that Suhito” I managed to say my eyes shutting when I felt his hand on my thigh, his dick hard and ready.
“More than that? Explain.”
“It’s ‘get up’ as get up inside, deeper, higher.”
“Inside here?” he growled cupping my womanhood harshly.
“Angh~~~ yes inside there, getting high up discovering my walls, filling the place with your- this” I moaned rubbing his tend making him hiss.
“Naughty spaniards... more. Fuck this is so hot” he added squeezing my butt cheeks.
“Can we do this later? I want to get inside the room? Can we?”
“Keep going ___, I want to hear everything.”
“But I am ready. I want you” my breath was laboured and I tried to unzip his pants put he turned me around wrapping his arm around my waist, my backside resting in front of his hardness.
“Not yet baby. I want to hear more.”
🎶 Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
que le enseñes a mi boca
tus lugares favoritos (x 3 baby) 🎶
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
hasta provocar tus gritos
y que olvides tu apellido 🎶
“I want to see your hair dance
I want to be your rhythm
Show my mouth
Your favourite places, pla-places baby... Suhit-angh~~~”
“Keep going” he ordered his hands busy with my breasts, I couldn’t focus anymore.
“Let me surpass your danger zones
Until bringing on your screams
And that you forget your surname.”
“Oh I will make you forget your surname and the whole Spanish language señorita.”
“The way you say señorita, ah, I can’t.”
With that last statement he bent down lifting me and placing me over his shoulder effortlessly, he was so strong despite being on the short side and me being his height or even a little bit taller. I whined but he shot me completely when I felt that firm slap on my butt, my core clenching.
He walked steadily not even slightly bothered by my full body weight in one shoulder. He took the phone and he walked inside.
“You will be showing my mouth your favourite places before I go discover your walls now señorita”
“Angh~~~” I moaned at the thought and the throbbing between my legs was at this stage unbearable.
“Now continue” he instructed tossing me on the bed staring the song all over again.
He leaned on the back of the couch and watched me pull my dress up so I could sit. I thought of teasing him a little bit while waiting for the part that I didn’t translate yet, so I slowly started to feel my smoother than any day legs, parting them, barely covering my centre.
🎶 Si te pido un beso ven dámelo
Yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo
Mami, esto es dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom, bom
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom, bom
Ven prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito 🎶
“If I ask you for a kiss, come give it to me
I know that you are thinking it
It’s been a while I’ve been trying it
Mommy, this is giving and giving it
You know your heart with me makes you boom, boom
You know that baby is looking for my boom, boom
Come try from my mouth to see how it knows you
I want, I want, I want to see how much love it fits you
I’m not in a hurry, I want to give myself to the trip
Let’s start slow, then wild baby
Step by baby step, smooth, nice and smooth.”
“Mami, that is so hot, you guys have a mommy kink? Like noona?” Junmyeon inquired as he felt himself over his pants.
“Come try from my mouth to see how it knows you. That is what the song says. Are you going to keep me waiting for long?”
“The song also states to start slow, step by step.”
“And then wild” I moaned shutting my eyes when my hands felt my own nipples.
“I want to see how much love it fits you... is that what I think it is?”
“Yes. See how much of your dick fits inside me” I stated taking my lower lip between my teeth “here” I added finding my clit looking at him wanting to hear what he wanted me to do next.
“Touch yourself señorita.”
(Gif owner kimjunhopps)
And I obeyed him because the view was extremely satisfying. He was sweating already palming his tent.
“Yes like that, so obedient mami.”
Ughrrrr what was he doing to me was beyond any explanation I could give, I am literally the luckiest woman alive right now... I am ready to sell my soul to the devil if I had to.
Suho grabbed his t-shirt from the back of his neck yanking it over his head tossing it aside displaying his glorious and perfect toned abs. It was a simple act of undressing, but the way he did it couldn’t be sexier. He sat back feeling his stomach with one hand while the other was patting on his arm.
“Please come here” I whined pouting kicking my legs.
“Show me yourself. Let me see what you are touching.”
His voice was not him, it was so husky, I saw his Adams apple bobble several times, it was glorious and big and manly and I was ready to lap it with my tongue.
“What do you mean Suhito? Here?” I asked teasingly pulling my dress up barely showing my entrance.
“More! Pull it up and touch yourself. Touch yourself until I am satisfied enough.”
“But... what if I cum?”
“The first of many times. DO IT!”
Oooh, he frowned. He frowned and unbuttoned his Bermuda shorts, his hands diving inside his boxers, his eyes narrowed focused on my hand that covered my wetness.
“Despacitoooo” I sang when my finger touched the place where I’d rather prefer him to touch.
“Spread your legs wider, I can’t see” he ordered again with that lustful voice coming closer.
My eyes focused on the muscles and how ripped he was, he was perfect, sculptured to perfection, my fingers added pressure to the swollen nub was the effect of him getting this close. His knees dipped in the mattress and he crawled his way caging me with both arms at my sides, his nose touching mine.
“Now I want to undress you slowly with kisses.”
“There is one last chunk of the song that I didn’t translate.”
“Go ahead” he said nudging my shoulder making me fall flat on the mattress.
🎶Despacito
Vamos a hacerlo en una playa en Puerto Rico
Hasta que las olas griten ‘¡ay, bendito!’
Para que mi sello se quede contigo🎶
“Nice and slow
We’re going to do it on a beach in Puerto Rico
Until the waves shout ‘oh my God!’
So that my stamp stays with you”
Suho shivered lowering his crotch poking my thigh, he then grabbed my wrist and guided my wet fingers to my mouth “open, and suck on them, make me feel how much you are turned on.”
I did as he ordered, making intense eye contact with him, his hand lifted my dress and I was now fully exposed.
“Suck, keep sucking, let me hear your voice señorita.”
I sucked on my fingers tasting myself, it was driving him insane, al while he pulled the strap of my dress finally exposing my breast. He didn’t look not to miss anything while I sucked my fingers as I swirled my tongue over my fingers.
His hand found my breast and he cupped it with his hand and hissed “big, big ones” he stated now looking down “real?”
“You tell me if they are real.”
“Fuck they don’t fit in my hand, and your nipple is dark like chocolate.”
I shut my eyes when his lips landed on my nipple, he licked it before taking it between his teeth pulling to check on my face.
“It tastes so good señorita.”
“Jun- enough. Please fuck me.”
“I will rip your insides don’t worry about that.”
I moaned at the sound of that. I felt him pull his pants down, lifting my head to see his erection bounce finally freed he hissed. I sat back up to look at it. To look at him. His v lines, his muscles, his pink dick that begged for attention.
I stood up and let my dress fall to the floor hugging myself and my arms, rubbing my legs together. He run his fingers through his hair before taking 2 steps forward, his hand falling on the small of my back crushing his chest with mine, looking down to se how my nipples touched his chest.
“You are beautiful Spanish Elgi, my personal fan.”
“That is so cheesy little conejito (bunny).”
He smiled and brought my ass closer to him, as a reaction I went on my tiptoes letting his erection settle between my legs. I rocked myself and we both finally got some much needed friction.”
“Ah, ah, despacito señorita.”
“More than this? I am going to explode if you don’t get inside me.”
“Can I get inside your mouth first?”
My hands landed on his chest tasting his skin with my fingertips, they went to his shoulders and his neck, finally resting my hands under his ears.
“Only if you kiss me.”
“Take a deep breath, you will need it” he teased before tilting his head to one side, his sweat sparkling, making sure I took a good look of his magnificent strong thick neck “I will kiss you, but I want you to be loud, be sexy and loud” he rocked himself slowly “because my tongue is long, I think you’ve seen what it can do.”
“I only seen you being embarrassingly touching your nose with it on TV.”
“I hope you can take it then.”
That is wen he fisted my hair bringing my lips to his, he immediately made me open my mouth for him, surrendering to his intrusive tongue that found mine, my arms encircled his neck and I went on my tiptoes again angling my head to get more of this sinful passionate kiss I was sharing with the most perfectest man alive. I didn’t need oxygen, I just wanted him more and more. The kiss was sloppy and needy, as if it was going to finish and we both didn’t want that to happen. He pulled away for a second to see how my lips swelled from his little bites, he smirked. He loved it. I wanted to pull him back at me but he stopped me.
“Despacito.”
“I want more, I want more please.”
“My dick first.”
I didn’t know I had the ability to be on my knees that fast, my hands grabbed him and his head fell back as he placed one hand on his hip, he other one on my scalp, his fingers digging harshly to take him. I played with his soft pink balls, it was amusing to me seeing him so well groomed, it was inviting and he smelled good and fresh and your mouth opened so willingly... like never before.
“Yes, yes señorita go ahead.”
I was giving him little kitty licks in the tip, I wanted him to look at me.
“GO!” he exclaimed thrusting hard.
Oh the sounds I was electing from his raspberry looking lips, his smooth skin... he tasted like heaven, even his precum. I wanted him to swallow him whole as I felt how his body trembled because what I was doing to him.
He was so sexy like this, I took advantage and grabbed his butt cheeks, they were so soft and inviting to grab harshly as he thrusted in my mouth repeatedly.
“Yes, yes, more, use your tongue, yes, suck me, oh, fuck, fuck.”
He looked down and I bobbed my head faster to make him lose control, his dick hardened to an extreme were I noticed my teeth were slowly sinking in his soft skin.
“Fuck, fuck. Yes señorita, yes, let me cum in your face, I want to see my cum on your face, let me, ah!”
I pulled out and sat smiling waiting for the warm liquid to hit my face, he was moaning and his pretty voice was cracking when finally I felt it on my cheek falling on my breasts.
“This is so hot, I can’t believe I found you, I love it, fuck.”
When he was done milking himself he fell on the mattress catching his breath, looking extra delicious, his body covered in diamond sweat droplets. I wiped my face with a tissue and he watched his seed run down my torso.
“Señorita, what have you done to me?”
“Now I guess I need to be rewarded.”
“How would you like me to take you?” he asked pulling my arm falling on him.
He rubbed his cum on my chest as he massaged my breasts.
“Surprise me.”
“Well I wanted you to ride me, but I guess you deserve to be treated well.”
“And how is treating me well look like Suhito?”
He turned me around making me fall on the mattress taking my legs over his shoulders “doesn’t the song say how much love fits you?”
“Yeah something like that” I giggled.
“Well like this I know it goes really deep, really up. Are you ready for me to discover your walls?”
“You are so cringy sometimes.”
“Hold on señorita, there is no despacito now, no slowly. Just wild.”
“Please do.”
At that precise moment while he spit on his hand to stroke himself his phone started ringing. He gasped looking at it. It was amazing how he managed to just put my legs down and go answer the call, any other guy would have no self control like this.
I straightened myself when I heard him exhale deeply. It worried me.
“What is it?”
“It’s my manager. I need to take this.”
He kept stroking himself lightly to not completely kill the mood, he thought he’d go back to it as soon as the call would end.
But it didn’t sound too good. He was rambling some Korean that I didn’t understand, his eyebrows knitting as he kept saying one word over and over. I guess it was something like ‘yes’ or ‘OK.’
He placed the phone down getting out of the drawer a condom ripping the wrapping with his teeth coming back spreading my legs as if nothing happened putting the condom in place.
“Wait, is everything alright?”
“Not now!” he said licking his fingers again inserting 2 inside me.
“Ah! Despacito!”
“No time for that now. I need to leave in less than an hour.”
“What! Ah! Suh- ah angh~~~”
“We need to do this fast!”
“Wait! No, what is wrong?”
“Just stay still, let me.”
His fingers thrusted in hand out and I’d lying if I didn’t admit he was sending me to heaven with them fingers with visible veins that were my weakness.
“Where, wh- why do you ne- angh~~~”
“We are going back now.”
“Just like that? Oh yes Suhito!”
“Yes scream my name! My real name!”
“Jun-MYEON!”
“You are ready!”
He didn’t wait for an answer, his fingers were replaced with his dick filling me completely. I arched my back when he started thrusting in an erratic manner with so much force that I thought the bed would break underneath me.
“Tell me! Say my name!”
“Jun-j-myeon! Yes more!”
“I had the plan to fuck you till the sunrise, you see that I have the potential to keep at this for hours.”
“Yes you do! You do! You are the best!”
“Do you like it? You like my cock inside you? Is it deep enough?”
“More! Junmyeon! MYEON!!!”
“Yes señorita, like that, tighten them walls around me like that!” he growled like a wild beast.
Where was this cute bunny gone was a mystery, he set me to heaven when all I could see was his flushed peachy cheeks and his sweat and all I could hear was the sound of skin slapping on skin.
One last thrust and he had my legs shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck!”
I heard near my ear and his body warmth atop of me. He was panting trying to regain composure. He kissed my lips whispering a thank you before rolling on his back.
“You need to get dressed.”
Oh.
“I am really sorry, I did have nice plans but... we need to leave unexpectedly... security reasons, and you can’t stay in the room.”
Oh it sounded awful and really horrible. He just took me on a tour to heaven and crushed it all in a second.
“No, I understand, it’s just, my legs... I will leave.”
“Thank you.”
“Ahm, yeah, sure, don’t worry.”
“I can’t even offer you a shower.”
“No it’s alright. I am- I am going.”
I went to the bathroom running, but what did I expect other than this? I know before hand what this was all about. I got to have sex with my bias, I need to shake off any negative thoughts. This was the happiest day of my life, right?
Wrong.
As I went out ready to leave Suho was the least interested to even say goodbye, he was looking through his luggage as if nothing.
I made my way to the door and turned the doorknob to leave, but he pushed the door back closed.
“Were you just going to leave?”
“Ahmmm, I don’t want you to be late.”
“You care if I’m late?”
“Well-”
“Your neck looks so attractive with my marks” he stated running his thumb over the sensitive skin.
I looked away and waited for him to let me go.
“Are you upset?”
“No, no, thank you really. This was amazing.”
“I will call you.”
“Yeah sure.”
“I will! I am into facetiming.”
“Well I am not?”
“You don’t want to see me gain?”
“The question is... can you see me? I live in Europe, yes, that little tiny continent that SM ignores.”
“Señorita, I said I will call you” he caged me between his arms.
He landed his pretty lips on mine, this time kissing me softly, making me lose my senses, I felt almost loved when his lips moulded over mine and started to move synchronically, soft and caring...
“Just take it... despacito señorita.”
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A/N: it’s like stabbing myself in the foot... listen I am not OK. TT_TT
title: you seduced me and i was seduced
pairing: sebaek
length: oneshot (2K+ w)
rating: nc-17
genre: smut, canon
warnings: swearing, slight bondage, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, fingering
a/n: based on this
junymeon tells everyone that sehun claimed everything in the dorm as his. sehun doesn't deny it, especially when it came to baekhyun.
aff / ao3 / lj
or read under the cut down below !
Sehun.
They all pick Sehun when the MC asks the question.
“if snacks in the fridge were gone, who is the first person you’ll think of as the culprit?”
The members all simultaneously agreed it was the maknae. Sehun nonchalantly agrees rather unapologetically as he picks himself as well. Junmyeon laughs, saying how Sehun claimed everything in the dorm is his. A teasing smirk tugs at the corners of the maknae’s lips as he looks to a certain hyung.
“Yeah. Everything, mine.” He quirks a brow as he says the last word, as if to emphasize his point.
Baekhyun eyes slightly widen, taken aback and confused at the younger’s sudden suggestive look. For a moment the elder’s smile falters, his breath hitching in the back of his throat, he subtly glances around to see if anyone noticed it. No one seemed to be phased by the maknae’s actions, so he quickly composes himself before anyone can notice his change in behavior and awkwardly laughs it off along with the rest of the members.
The car ride back to the hotel is somewhat quiet. It’s late at night and most of the members are already drifting off to sleep. Baekhyun’s sitting in the back seat, sandwiched between the maknae and Chanyeol; there was a vague tension in the air, Baekhyun could feel it. He was still confused as to why Sehun gave him that look while he was talking earlier. The soft brushing on his the side of his clothed thigh by hand that’s not his own is what breaks him out of thoughts. He slightly flinches and looks down at his leg and at Sehun's hand ever-so-slightly resting atop his thigh. Baekhyun swallows hard and wills himself not to look at the other; he can feel his heartbeat pick up and there’s an uncomfortably warm feeling where Sehun’s touching him. He betrays his own will and quickly glance up at the younger who’s looking outside the window with a bored expression his face. Baekhyun’s mouth feels dry as he swallows again.
Since when did Sehun have this effect on him?
“I’m so tired,” Chanyeol yawns, stretching out his long arms as he practically drags his tall body through the elevator doors and into the dimly lit hallway. A yawn escapes Baekhyun’s mouth as well as he nods, following after the taller to their shared hotel room when a warm hand grips onto his arm.
The contact immediately makes him feel hot inside, he knows exactly who that hand belongs to.
“Sleep with me tonight, hyung,” Sehun says lowly, as if he didn’t want to wake anyone in the quiet building.
There was a certain tone in his voice, Baekhyun didn’t quite know what it was, but it ran down his spine like a hand ghosting down his back and his body reacted in a way he didn’t even know how to handle. Dark eyes pierced through Baekhyun as he wracked his brain for a reply, he felt so incredibly vulnerable under the younger’s stare.
“A-Aren’t you rooming with Junmyeon-hyung?”
He mentally slaps himself at his nervous tone.
What’s wrong with you?
Baekhyun wanted to shake off the younger’s hand, he knew he could. Sehun wasn’t even holding that tightly onto him, but the way his eyes were fixed on the elder’s, it was like he was like had control over his body. His usual sassy self is gone; he would usually have a witty comeback ready, but right now, under the younger’s stare, it was like he forgot how to speak.
“He went to over Yixing-hyung’s room for the night.” Baekhyun watched as the maknae’s eyes glanced down at his lips before reverting his attention back to his. He wondered if he just imagined that.
“Come on, hyung. I’m gonna be lonely.”
Sehun’s voice comes out cute and whiny, his pink lips forming that adorable pout he does whenever he has to aegyo for fans but it’s the glazed look in his eyes and the possessive hold on his arm that tells Baekhyun the younger doesn’t exactly have the most innocent intentions. Sehun’s eyes look almost black from the way his pupils are blown wide, the elder almost shudders at the look. He doesn’t know if he’s just overanalyzing the situation, he convinces himself he is because it’s too much for him to even process. Since when did the younger even feel that way toward him? Sehun steps a little closer and Baekhyun wants to step back, but his mind is so blank and his feet feel like they’re glued to the floor. You could practically cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife. The smell of the younger surrounds him, it’s almost intoxicating. He feels almost lightheaded, fluttering his eyes as he tries to stay sane at the smell of the younger’s cologne and body heat radiating off him. He doesn’t know why his heart is pounding in his chest, they had shared rooms together before. This was just Sehun, the cute little maknae they all knew and loved, but over the years Sehun had grown up.
It all happened so fast.
The way the younger towered over him, the way his shirts hugged his broad shoulders and chest so nicely, the way his large, teasing hands rested on his body whenever they stood next to each other during ments in between songs at their concerts. Sehun doesn’t miss the way the shorter tenses up when he leans in to talk into the elder’s ear.
“Come on, hyung. Be a good boy and come with me. I promise I’ll behave.” A teasing smirk tugs at the corners of Sehun’s lips, his
eyes still locked onto the elder’s.
Baekhyun watches Sehun’s tongue dart out to wet his lips and he can feel his stomach churning.
Baekhyun could feel himself physically and mentally giving in, as if his body wasn’t even his anymore, as if somehow, he was under some kind of spell.
Sehun definitely does not behave.
No way did Baekhyun ever think his night was going to turn out like this. He thought he was going to go back to his hotel room, take a nice hot shower and go to sleep after a long day full of schedules.
But no.
Instead he’s in the most embarrassing position ever- face first into the plush comforter of the freshly made bed as a large, rough
hand clamps down onto the back of his neck, holding him in place. His arms are aching from the black leather belt keeping them in place behind his back and his lips feel like they’re about to fall off from excessive biting from trying to hold in the embarrassing sounds threatening to spill out of his mouth. Sehun’s three fingers are deep in his tight entrance, stretching him open while Baekhyun pants into the sheets. Tears form at the corner of his droopy eyes as the maknae teasing brush against his sensitive bundle of nerves.
“S-Sehun-”
“You’re so cute, you know that hyung?” He pushes his digits deeper into the ender as if to emphasize his words.
“I’ve thought about this for so long, fuck,” he breathes out, “Always imagining what it’d be like to my name coming from your pretty little mouth as I fucked you into the bed. You’re such a tease, you know that?”
Baekhyun’s body hurts.
The need to come undone is so, so intense- his throbbing cock is brushing up against the white sheets, beads of white leak from the red, swelling tip. His body grinds down onto the bed to get more friction, but the younger’s strong grip on his thighs stop him from moving. His shoulders are burning from his arms being held together so tightly by the Sehun’s belt behind his back.
“Se-Sehun,” Baekhyun pants against the bed.
“Beg for it, hyung. Go ahead, beg for it.”
Hot tears stream down Baekhyun’s flushed face when Sehun properly fucks into him. Strong, rough hands are bruising into the soft flesh of his hips, it’s almost painful, but Baekhyun’s mind is so blank, caught in the haze of lust and all he can think about is how Sehun’s girth and how it’s stretching him open.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you baby?”
Baekhyun can almost hear the smirk in his voice. A helpless whimper escapes through his parted lips when the younger runs his hands up and down his naked torso. He bends down to press a trail of soft kisses up the elder’s back, mumbling a husky ‘mine’ as his teeth sink into the unmarked skin.
“I wanna see you wrecked, hyung. Fuck you so good ‘til you couldn’t walk next the day, you’d like that wouldn’t you, baby?”
Baekhyun lets out a shaky moan as he frantically nods his head, jaw slacked and eyes clenched shut.
“You’re mine, hyung.”
The elder’s body feels like he’s on fire as Sehun rocks his hips into his tight entrance while one of his hands are Baekhyun’s nape, holding him down.
“Only I can touch like you.”
The only sounds in the room are the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin and the occasional needy whimpers coming from the elder. Baekhyun knows these walls are paper thin, he also knows Minseok and Jongdae are in the room next door. He hopes to god they can’t hear anything or he’d practically die of embarrassment.
“Only I can see you like this.”
A surprised, broken shriek rips from the back of the elder’s throat when Sehun hits against his sensitive bundle of nerves.
“T-There-” Baekhyun sobs, tears flow out from his eyes and drip onto the sheets.
A breathy stream of ‘sehun sehun sehun’ spills from his mouth as the younger continues to rut into him, hitting the spot over and over and over again.
“Say you’re mine, hyung. Say it for me.”
Baekhyun didn’t know how he got himself into this situation.
One day he was teasing the cute little maknae about his obsession with chocolate bubble tea and now he was getting pinned down onto a bed, made into a humiliating writhing mess in a room right next where the other members were probably sleeping.
“I-I’m yours- nghh!” the elder choked out, the words almost caught in his throat as the younger grabbed onto the belt that bound his arms together and yanked it back so Baekhyun was forced into a painful arch as his head was lifted up from the bed and up into the air.
“You feel so fucking good, hyung.” Sehun’s thrusts are not kind as he continues to hold onto the elder’s arms, forcing his upper body off of the bed as he hit into his prostate hard and deep.
Baekhyun’s lungs are on fire.
He’s desperate for air, choking and gasping for it in between sobs and broken moans as Sehun rocks into him with such a frantic pace.
“Why are you so quiet, hyung? You usually have so much to say,” Sehun says huskily, a hint of smug amusement in his voice, “Don’t you wanna let our precious Minseok-hyung and Jongdae-hyung know how good you feel?”
Baekhyun would hit him right now if his arms weren’t bound together. The maknae grits his teeth as he fucks into the elder’s pliant body. Baekhyun suddenly comes- body seizing up in burning pleasure as he throws his head back, jaw slacked in a silent scream, cheeks stained with tears as he chokes out the younger’s name. His hands are frantically searching for something, anything to grab ahold of, as if trying to grab ahold of his sanity that left him with the hot ribbons of white that released onto the sheets. The sobs that come of the elder’s mouth are so helpless when Sehun continues to rotate his hips, rutting into him, helping him through his climax. He coaxes whimpers from Baekhyun’s parted lips with the rotation of his hips. The elder sucked in a sharp breath, panting hard as the younger continued thrusting into sensitive post-orgasm body.
“S-Sehun- ah!- I-I can’t-”
Baekhyun was so tired, he didn’t even know how long it had been but it felt like hours. His body was hypersensitive now, anywhere the younger touched him, it burned. Every thrust, every move of his hips had him seeing white, had him gasping for air, had him searching for anything to alleviate the pain in the pit of his stomach. His sanity was hanging on by a thread and with every thrust the younger was this much closer to cutting that single thread. Every single one of the elder’s whiny moans shot straight down Sehun’s dick, running down his spine in a wave of pleasure and he never wanted it to end.
“Fuck,” he says through a clenched jaw.
His hands find purchase on the other’s waist, roughly kneading into the supple flesh and soft skin. Baekhyun’s trembling with each hit into his prostate and Sehun’s relishing in the way the elder clenches down on him.
“Are you gonna come again for me, hyung?”
“C-can’t-” The elder can’t even bring himself to form coherent sentences at this point.
“Yes, you can,” the maknae growls, “Come for me, hyung. Go ahead.”
The elder’s body tenses up, eyes clenched shut and tears rolling down his red cheeks while he forces out a choked sob as his body goes through his first ever dry orgasm.
Sehun’s thrusts become more erratic before hitting his own climax, coming into the elder with a grunt of his name.
“I can’t believe I actually have bruises from your fucking hands,” Baekhyun huffs at the amused maknae.
Sehun chuckles, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Sorry, hyung. Didn’t mean to.”
“Yes, you did, little shit…” the elder mutters under his breath, “How am I going to hide these from everyone while changing?”
The younger shrugs. “Don’t hide them.”
Baekhyun can hear the amusement in his voice and that smug look on his face makes him want to beat the younger up.
He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat, I’m sleeping with Chanyeol tonight,” he says before stomping off.
The maknae immediately wipes the smirk off his face at the sound of Chanyeol’s name and furrows his brows together in concern as he runs after his new boyfriend.
Warning: Smut and sexual themes, mature audiences only
Genre: EXO Canon, Romance, Smut, established relationship
Characters: Baekhyun x Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Summary: Your boyfriend, Baekhyun, has just gotten home from a long tour to find Reader completely engrossed in a new steamy romance novel. Not to be one-upped, Mischievous Baekhyun™ borrows the book to get a few new pointers to seduce his literary-minded girlfriend.
A/N: Hi everyone! I did not intend this to be so long, nor did I intend it to be smutty, but well…here we are ;). This is my first Baekhyun story and my first foray into smut, so please let me know what you think!
*Please note, I do not own the above pictures. They are used for aesthetic and inspiration purposes only and credit should be given to the original owner(s).
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“It was 7:00 at night, far past the time Lexi was expected to be at work. However, as the CEO’s executive assistant, there were always extra things to be done to ensure the CEO’s schedule ran smoothly. Her stomach grumbled, complaining about the lack of food since that morning’s breakfast. Thinking about the leftover Chinese food in her fridge, Lexi gathered her coat and purse, heading towards the exit. Seeing a light on in the CEO’s office through the half-ajar door, Lexi hurried past, hoping to avoid the man. Over the past few weeks, the sexual tension between the two had been off the charts, but Maxon–Mr. Mason–had made it abundantly clear that he did not mix work and pleasure. Now a few feet away from the exit, Lexi cringed as she heard a voice call to her from behind.
‘Lexi, come into my office. I need you.’
Frozen in her tracks, Lexi turned, slowly making her way back to the open door, her mind going wild with sinful thoughts of why her boss might have need of her so late at night.”
You ran your finger over your bottom lip as you processed the words on the page, a clue that you’re starting to get turned on, at least according to your boyfriend. You flushed as you imagined yourself in Lexi’s shoes, straddling a professional work relationship and a steamy fling with a hotter-than-life employer.
Romance novels always got you hot and bothered, especially with your boyfriend Baekhyun away on tour. Baekhyun was a vocalist for a very popular boy band, which meant that he was often gone for work, sometimes for months at a time. Long distance worked well for the most part, with phone calls, texts, and video calls going a long way to keep you emotionally satisfied, though not so far in keeping you physically satisfied.
Thankfully, a good romance novel helped a lot in meeting your needs for romance in your boyfriend’s extended absences. Your latest purchase, Sleeping with the Billionaire Boss, was in line with your typical favored content: light on plot, heavy on romance. Your favorite author had recently come out with the newest installment in her latest series and you hadn’t been able to put it down. You were the type of person to read a book from cover to cover in a whole night, impatient to know the end, and Sleeping with the Billionaire Boss was no exception. You’d purchased the book this morning and were going on three hours of straight reading, only taking breaks to eat and go to the bathroom. Baekhyun was good-natured about it, admiring your focus, but prone to pouting because you were “more interested in your book than me”. This led to him insisting you take “rest breaks”, though you inevitably ended up doing more kissing than resting anyway.
Snapping your thoughts back into focus, your eyes return to the page and you lose yourself in a fantasy once again.
“As she entered the room, Maxon’s gaze moved languidly up and down Lexi’s body, as though undressing her with his eyes. Lexi’s heart beat wildly in her chest at the mere thought of being touched by the man in front of her. The hot intensity of his gaze made her feel completely naked and exposed and her mind drifted to dirtier thoughts, thoughts she’d tried desperately to push away, lest she be tempted to act on them in real-life. In her deepest fantasies, she imagined attending dazzling parties on his arm, arrayed in a satin, red dress that fit her like a second skin. After spending the night toasting champagne and dancing so close together they could feel each other’s heartbeats, he’d beckon her to a deserted room down a long hallway with a crook of his finger. Once inside, he’d roughly lift her to press against the wall, taking her lips in a hard kiss so she couldn’t catch her breath. He’d smoothly slide his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up her waist, before pressing her down so she could feel the bulge in his pants against her….”
Engrossed in Lexi’s fantasy, you faintly hear the sound of a door open and close in the distance. Not expecting anyone, you briefly wrack your brain to remember if today’s a day for the housekeeper to stop by and do some cleaning. With her own passcode, the housekeeper was able to let herself in and out of the spacious apartment without any fuss. Before you’re able to call out a greeting, you find yourself in darkness, two hands covering your eyes from behind.
“Guess who?” a voice teased from behind.
Baekhyun. You’d thought his tour didn’t get over for another week, but he must have finished early, rushing back to surprise you before you could get the information from Twitter or any other news source. And he loved to surprise you, gleefully catching you off-guard, such as the time he’d burst in while you were busy preparing for his surprise birthday party.
Deciding to play with him a little bit, you quip back, “Maxon, is that you? I missed you so much, babe.”
“Who the fuck is Maxon?” Baekhyun demands, removing his hands from your eyes.
You giggle, turning around to take in the sight of your boyfriend in your shared apartment. A sight you’ve missed over the weeks he’s been gone. His beautiful silver hair is messy, bangs falling over his forehead. With minimal makeup, his face looks tired, no doubt due to the nonstop travel he’s been subject to over the past few weeks. He’s wearing black skinny jeans and a white hoodie sweater from his streetwear brand. Flawless, in your opinion, even fresh from the airport.
Ignoring his outburst, you get up from your position on the couch and throw your arms around him. Nuzzling his chest, you murmur, “Hi baby, I missed you so much.” You lovingly place a kiss against his chest.
Baekhyun’s fingers grab your chin, tilting your head upwards so you’re looking him in the eyes. A ghost of a smile appears on his lips, but he’s not deterred. “I missed you too, baby….but first…..who’s Maxon?”
Moving your hands up his chest to rest around his neck, you pulled his face to yours, crushing your lips against his. Usually, Baekhyun would take over the kiss at this point, pulling you close before driving his tongue into your mouth. However, today, he remained still. Coaxing his lips to move against yours, you sucked on his bottom lip, just like he likes. Baekhyun gasps, though still fighting the urge to react as he normally would.
Baekhyun’s hands move to your shoulders, before lightly holding you away from his body. You dazedly look up at him, cheeks flushed and breathing heavy.
“Baby, who’s Maxon?”
You shrug. “Just some guy”.
“Just some guy?” he asks in disbelief.
“Yeah….in my book….”. You smile mischievously as you gesture to the open novel on the coffee table behind you.
“In your…..”, Baekhyun trails off, looking over to the book behind you. “Ugh, Y/N!” he pouts.
“What, baby?”, you ask jokingly.
“I’m assuming there’s a good reason for giving me a mini heart attack?”
“Fictional men like Maxon have kept me warm on the many cold nights you’ve been gone,” you reply cheekily.
At your words, playfulness ignites behind Baekhyun’s eyes. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Are you saying that I haven’t kept you satisfied?”
“You said it, not me.” You push away from him with a sly smile on your face, walking over to the table to close your book.
Before you know it, Baekhyun’s arm snakes around your waist from behind, holding you in place, while his other hand grabs for the book. Book in hand, he runs towards your bedroom to the en-suite bathroom, locking the door as he goes.
“Baekhyun, what are you doing? Open the door!?” You knock insistently on the door, giving up when he shows no sign of letting you in.
“Not a chance, Y/N. If Maxon’s my competition, then I’ve gotta see what he has that I don’t.”
“It was just a joke, Baekhyun.” You sigh. Why did Baekhyun always have to take things overboard? Moreover, how did he have the energy for this right after the tour? Too much coffee, you concluded. Way, way too much coffee.
Having heard no further signs of life from the bathroom, you try futilely to occupy your time. However, a daily Wordle, four games of Farm Hero Saga, and 10 minutes later, you’re about at your limit, leaving you lying face up on the bed playing the bongos on your stomach.
Blessedly, you hear the creak of the bathroom door, revealing a solemn-faced Baekhyun. Pushing yourself to stand from your prone position on the couch in the living room, you slowly make your way to stand in front of Baekhyun, wary of what’s to come. Baekhyun was always slightly unpredictable, a trait that you usually appreciated. It was a trait that often led to coffee carts randomly showing up to support you at your work and spontaneous dates like go-kart racing and eating challenges at conveyor belt sushi restaurants.
“Baekhyun?” You place your hand softly on his arm to get his attention. “It was supposed to be a joke, I’m sorry that I—”.
Baekhyun placed a finger over your lips, silencing your words.
“Since I haven’t been an attentive boyfriend, I’ve taken the liberty to study up on some pointers to ensure that you’ll be totally satisfied.” With that, he tossed your book on the floor, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Oh no. Oh no no no. You were so in for it. Contrary to his outward appearance as a sexual cinnamon roll, Baekhyun was typically very sweet in bed, taking control but always seeing to your pleasure and comforts. But this Baekhyun was dangerous. This Baekhyun was a bear prowling for prey, leaping to capture what he desired between his sharp claws. A rush of excitement fills your body, a wild desire making itself known. An urge to poke the bear.
With a heated gaze and Cheshire Cat smile, you slowly back away from Baekhyun. “That’s right, baby. I’ve been so lonely. What’s a girl to do when she’s left all by herself so late at night?” You pout your lips before quickly dodging Baekhyun’s attempt to snare you.
“My trusted assistant is being a very bad girl today,” Baekhyun says, quoting Maxon’s words from the book. “I think she needs a reminder of just who’s in charge here.”
Before you can get a word out, Baekhyun speedily lurches forward to ensnare your wrist, pulling you through the bedroom door. Seconds later, you find yourself roughly sandwiched between Baekhyun's hot body and the cool bedroom wall. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, excitement quickening your pulse as lust rages through your body.
Baekhyun places a harsh kiss against your lips, causing you to melt against him. His tongue tangles with yours and you gasp for oxygen, not wanting his lips to leave yours for even a second. His lips leave lingering kisses down your jaw, making their way to your neck. After feeling a few soft kisses, you moan at the feeling of Baekhyun’s lips sucking on your neck. With a soft pop, Baekhyun released his hold on your skin, softly nuzzling the spot with his lips before placing his lips at your ear.
“You’re mine, Y/N. Every night, I imagined you naked in my bed, my hands on your skin.” Baekhyun punctuated his words by sliding his hands up your thighs to finger the hem of your skirt.
You could feel the electricity gathering in your body with every touch of his fingers. Your mind was going blank and you could feel your world narrowing to center on the man in front of you. Centering you so you could take in every movement of his hands, every inch of his gaze, and every intake of his breath.
Baekhyun’s hand stroked the skin just below the hem of your skirt before shoving the material up to your waist and out of the way. The feel of his hand against your panties caused you to jump, whimpers leaving your lips as he moved his fingers back and forth, teasing you with soft touches but never just where you needed them. Your nerves were frayed, pleasure fluttering just out of reach.
As your desperation increased, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Finally, you couldn’t take his teasing anymore. “Baekhyun,” you pleaded, “please…”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, what was that?” A devious gleam in his eyes caused the burn to grow hotter.
“Please, Baekhyun, I need it now,” you begged.
“That’s right, Y/N. ‘Baekhyun’, not ‘Maxon’. And don’t you forget it.”
Stuck between desperation and satiation, you closed your eyes, a look of agony crossing your face.
“Ahh, my assistant worked hard today, and I’m the kind of boss who believes in rewarding stellar employee behavior.”
You barely register Baekhyun’s words, but your hypersensitive ears pick up the sound of a belt being removed and a zipper coming down. You hear the rip of a foil packet and you tense with anticipation, adrenaline coursing through your body at the thought of what’s to come. Baekhyun’s shaking hands slowly peel your underwear down your thighs, sliding them down your legs before you sharply kick them off. Looking into his eyes, you can see the teasing is gone, replaced by the same urgency and longing that’s no doubt reflected in your own.
Baekhyun grasps your bottom, lifting you off your feet. Wedging his hips between your thighs, you feel the heat of him against your front, contrasted by the cold wall at your back. You feel a finger dip to your core, Baekhyun making sure you’re wet enough to take him. He smirks, clearly satisfied with what he’s found.
With a huff, you clench your legs around his waist, as if to spur him on, the contact drawing a groan from him. Without preamble, he places his cock at your entrance and thrusts hard inside of you, using your position as leverage to push himself so deep. You sob at the feel of his first strong thrust, breathy moans leaving your lips as he bounces you up and down on his hard member. Unable to resist, you close your eyes, resting your head against the wall as you take what he gives you, the pleasure in your body mounting, but not yet able to crest.
Suddenly, you feel yourself being moved, the wall no longer at your back. Baekhyun’s arms support you under your butt as he walks carefully with you, little whimpers escaping you at the movement. He lowers himself onto the armless chair on the other side of the bedroom, settling your legs on either side of his thighs.
Baekhyun’s strong arms lift you off of him, while his legs brace on the floor. With a slow, mischievous grin, Baekhyun uses his grip to pull you down while using his legs to deliver another searing thrust upward. You sob at the rapturous feeling of having him inside you again. Baekhyun sets a blistering pace below you and you work your hips above him, using your muscles to squeeze him tight, his groans in your ear spurring you on.
Soon, you can feel the wave building inside you once again, your moans getting higher, a signal to Baekhyun of how close you are to completion. Fusing his lips to yours, he sucks on your tongue before delivering one final measured thrust that causes you to shatter. Unable to do anything but feel, you hold Baekhyun close, burying your face in his neck as he joins you in completion.
Breathing heavy, you bask in the intimacy of the afterglow. Sharing breathes, skin to skin, you rest against each other as you come down from that blistering high. Finally back on Earth, you lift your head from his neck to tenderly caress his cheek.
“I really missed you, Baek”, you say, placing an intimate kiss against his lips.
“I really missed you too, Y/N.” Withdrawing himself from your heat, he perches you on his lap, still holding you close.
Glancing towards the bedside table to check the time, you notice your book lying forlorn on the floor. “Were you really jealous of a book character, Baekhyun?”, you tease, stroking his chin with your finger.
“No, absolutely not.” Baekhyun said, avoiding your gaze. “But just in case, don’t plan on being surprised by any of the sexual stuff in your book.” A cheeky grin lit his features.
“You spoiled my book, Baekhyun?”
“Only for your pleasure, my love. Besides that’s what you get for playing with me. Plus, you have to admit, I definitely have more game than that dude.”
You playfully swat Baekhyun’s arm. Tired after your escapade, you lead Baekhyun into the shower, where you tenderly wash each other before slipping into bed. As you hold each other close, you listen to the sound of his breathing, grateful to have your mischievous boyfriend home once again.
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Thank you so much for reading A Real Page-Turner. As I’ve mentioned above, this is my first foray into writing a Baekhyun story and a story with smut, as I typically write more fluffy content. If you enjoyed this story, please like, re-blog, or give me a follow, so that others are more easily able to find my content and enjoy it too. Much love, everyone!
