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✿ - personal fave
kim minseok
— none yet
kim junmyeon
— never really over (angst writing challenge)
junmyeon x reader / ex-lovers au / 0.7k wc
"you still wear my hoodie?" + "shhh. I know."
— not fair (angst writing challenge)
junmyeon x reader / moving away au / 1.4k wc
"you think this will make me stay?" + "he already boarded the plane. we're too late."
— operation: how to kiss your best friend (requested)
junmyeon x bff!reader / best friends to lovers au / fluff / 1.3k wc
how to kiss your best friend in five easy steps: 1.) pick the perfect opportunity, 2.) act quickly and decisively, 3.) seize the moment, 4.) confess your feelings, 5.) share your first kiss with your crush
zhang yixing
— none yet
byun baekhyun
— how to kiss a boy ✿
baekhyun x bff!reader / non-idol au / fluff / 1.3k wc
how to kiss a boy: 1.) grab his waist, 2.) slip your hand in his pocket, 3.) steal his wallet, 4.) don't even kiss him, just run
— thinking out loud ✿
baekhyun x f.idol!reader / k-variety show au / fluff / 1.9k wc
you and baekhyun play a game that involves cat ears that measure brainwave activity
— super (not) shy (requested)
baekhyun x shy!reader / non-idol au / fluff / 1.5k wc
baekhyun does everything he can to get your attention
— trouble (requested)
badboy!baekhyun x reader / pregnancy au / angst / 3.9k wc
trouble comes in the form of a certain red-haired man named baekhyun
— cry for love
baekhyun x reader / ex-lovers au / angst / 1.2k wc
it's been months since your breakup but baekhyun still remembers
— opposites do attract... literally (requested)
baekhyun x shy!reader / college au / fluff, light angst / 6.3k wc
reader finds it difficult to believe that baekhyun could like them (romantically) back
— habits of the heart (requested)
baekhyun x gn!reader / established relationship / fluff / 1.6k wc
what it is like being in a relationship with baekhyun
— catch-22 (requested)
baekhyun x reader x chanyeol / love triangle au / angst / 2.9k wc
baekhyun is jealous that you still hang out with your ex-boyfriend, chanyeol
— learning to walk away (angst writing challenge)
baekhyun x reader / breakup au / 0.5k wc
"step out that door and i swear we're done."
— a secret love (angst writing challenge)
baekhyun x married!reader / secret affair au / 0.8k wc
"my mom/dad asked about you again." + "leave him and marry me."
— way back into love (angst writing challenge)
baekhyun x reader / ex-lovers au / 1.0k wc
"he's lost without you."
— don't leave me loving you (angst writing challenge)
baekhyun x reader / breakup au / 0.5k wc
"don't leave me. don't you dare leave me." + "running seems to be all you're good at."
— baby, don't cry (angst writing challenge)
baekhyun x sick!reader / terminal illness au / 1.0k wc
"why didn't you tell me?" + "you left. what did you expect me to do?"
— cycle (angst writing challenge) part i // part ii ✿
fuckboy!baekhyun x toxic!reader / strangers with benefits au, toxic relationship au / eventual smut / 6.5k wc
"do you treat all your hookups like this?" + "i don't love you."
— illicit affairs (angst writing challenge)
cheater!baekhyun x cheater!reader / secret affair au / 1.2k wc
"you say this is what you want but your eyes are telling me a different story." + "he already knows."
— the cha(rizz)matic byun baekhyun ✿
baekhyun x older f.idol!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.8k wc
baekhyun proves that chivalry isn't dead in an interview, even if he has to 'rizz' his way through it
— weight loss alternatives (requested) ✿
sub!baekhyun x dom!reader / married au / smut, fluff / 4.6k wc
baekhyun wants to lose weight but hates working out, so you offer an alternative method—sex
— banters, booze, and byun part i // part ii // part iii
baekhyun x reader / wedding au / fluff / 11.1k wc
you two were supposed to be on neutral ground at the wedding, but baekhyun makes it hard as he revels in being your personal menace
park chanyeol
— catch-22 (requested)
chanyeol x reader x baekhyun / love triangle au / angst / 2.9k wc
baekhyun is jealous that you still hang out with your ex-boyfriend, chanyeol
— smile on my face (angst writing challenge)
chanyeol x actress!reader / ex-lovers au, celebrities au / 0.6k wc
"that was supposed to be me, not him."
— been through (angst writing challenge) ✿
daddy!chanyeol x mommy!reader / single parent au / 0.7k wc
"daddy, how did you and mommy meet?"
— now, we're breaking up (requested)
chanyeol x reader / breakup au / angst / 0.8k wc
chanyeol's reaction to your sudden breakup
— i'm drunk, i love (you)r eyes (requested)
chanyeol x reader / idiots in love au / fluff / 2.3k wc
chanyeol picks you up from a night out and your drunken antics were almost too much for him to handle
doh kyungsoo
— culture shock ✿
kyungsoo x f.idol!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.6k wc
inspired by kyungsoo's reaction to hwasa's performance at the 2023 blue dragon film awards show
— habits of the heart (requested)
kyungsoo x gn!reader / established relationship / fluff / 1.2k wc
what it is like being in a relationship with kyungsoo
— first time in a long time (requested)
kyungsoo x reader / non-idol au, established relationship / fluff, very light angst / 2.0k wc
kyungsoo and reader spend their first anniversary in greece, but kyungsoo has some worries
— truth or dare (requested) ✿
kyungsoo x f!reader / enemies to lovers au / fluff / 1.1k wc
kyungsoo and you hate each other, or so it seems
— birthday shenanigans
kyungsoo x f!reader / birthday au / fluff / 0.4k wc
today seems to be kyungsoo's 'lucky day' (alternatively: you celebrate kyungsoo's birthday without saying the word 'birthday')
kim jongin
— vanilla
kai x dancer!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.2k wc
inspired by THAT ‘vanilla’ fancam from waterbomb festival 2022 in seoul
— mixed signals (angst writing challenge)
jongin x reader / unrequited love au / 0.9k wc
"why've you always gotta send me mixed signals?" + "don't you get it? I'm in love with you and it scares the hell out of me."
— heart+breaker (angst writing challenge)
jongin x cheater!reader / breakup au / 0.8k wc
"if lies keep spewing from those lips, then i'm walking out that door." + "i'm never going to be good enough for you, am i?"
oh sehun
— almost (requested)
sehun x reader / non-idol au / fluff / 1.9k
four times it was an almost and one time it became a finally
— morning glory (requested) ✿
sehun x f!reader / non-idol au / crack, fluff / 1.7k wc
sehun meets reader for the first time, but that isn't the only first that transpired
— more than a dance (requested)
sehun x f.idol!reader / dance practice au / fluff, eventual smut / 5.1k wc
sehun gets the chance to dance with his crush in more ways than one
— all i wanted (angst writing challenge)
sehun x reader / unrequited love au / 0.5k wc
"i fell for you."
— against all odds (angst writing challenge)
sehun x reader / apocalypse au / 1.0k wc
"i was doing fine. really, and then you waltz back in like you didn't break my heart."
— virgins no more (requested)
virgin!sehun x virgin!reader / loss of virginity au / eventual smut / 3.3k wc
you and sehun decide to take things further in your relationship
— something to remember by (requested)
sehun x singer!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.3k wc
sehun's gold necklace brought more attention to him than intended, but he doesn't regret wearing it
— fortuitous encounter (requested)
sehun x actress!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.3k wc
the parting between sehun and you left a bittersweet taste in both of your hearts, but this fortuitous encounter in egypt appeared to be the perfect opportunity to rekindle the long-lost spark that had once burned between you two
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To put it simply, this man would do anything for you
If you need something, he will get it
If you’re hungry, he will cook
If you’re tired, he will be your mattress
The moment you became his wife, he sole purpose was you
Likes to talk about you to Exo-l's
As he is the leader of the group, you have become a older sibling type figure to the fans
Which he loves
Date nights together consist of old movies on the sofa with a bottle of red
Likes to sit and reminisce over your wedding photo's
He would just be an amazing husband
Xiumin
The cute husband
He's just a squishy squish
He doesn't really act any different as a husband to when he was your boyfriend
He still teases you
Plus will do anything to put a smile on your face
He will happily do all the cleaning
Because according to him, you do it wrong
As we know, Xiumin likes to drink so I think dates would be a karaoke bar, with you both drunkenly screaming Whitney Houston's 'I will always love you' into a microphone/empty bottle
Always makes you breakfast in bed
You are literally his best friend and being with you is his favourite pastime
Baekhyun
The crazy husband
I wouldn't know whether to say Congrats or good luck
He is a tornado with a beautiful voice and handsome face
But still a tornado
He is also a clingy boy
So expect lots of cuddles/headlocks
Knows how to cheer you up when you're not feeling so great
Expect lots of butterfly kisses to the face
Loves to go long drives with you, just listening to music and talking about life
He's just your number one fan and will make sure you always have a smile on your face
Chanyeol
The protective husband
If you're going out with friends or at a work event, he will be your personal taxi driver
Always making sure you're ok
Also the type to tease you, in a loving way though
Likes to take you on spontaneous dates
He loves to stroke your hair whilst you sleep and looks lovingly at his wedding ring
It fills him with a sense of pride when he does
Loves how your lips feel against his skin
Can’t actually go a whole day without a kiss from you
Marriage with Chanyeol would be filled with loving moments
Kyungsoo
The attentive husband
Actions speak louder than words
Kyungsoo's love language is his actions
He will always make sure you have eaten or that you are hydrated
At first it confused you, like you have managed to survive this long
Then the reality hits you, he’s trying to take care of you
Listens intently to whatever you have to say
Has had the same background on his phone for years and it’s from the day you met
Can’t stand to see you sad
It breaks him inside
Will provide advise whenever you need it
Though he doesn’t always say it, you’re everything to him
Kai
The affectionate husband
He kisses you and holds you any chance he gets
He knew you were his before marriage
But now it’s like official and legal
So he has to show you every chance he can that he loves you
Expect to come home and find the lights dimmed and candles lit
The faint sound of your wedding song playing in the background
Kai would take your hand and pull you close to dance with you
Why am I giggling and kicking my feet rn
He likes to watch the stars with you
Whilst talking about your future
He will do anything to show you how real and unwavering his love is
Sehun
The Impulsive husband
‘Sighs’
You only have yourself to blame for this
You knew what you were getting into and you’re not getting any sympathy from me
You’re now married to someone who I can only imagine has a circus living inside his head
He’s always down to do something fun
Your dates consist of paint-balling and silent discos
Always knows how to cheer you up when you’re having a bad day
I can imagine him being quite a heated kisser
He doesn’t like to sleep alone so he wraps his entire body round you like an octopus
He’s like the worst nurse when you feel sick
But you appreciate the effort
I don’t know why but Sehun just gives me feral vibes
Like it wouldn’t shock me if he lived wild in the jungle like Tarzan
But being with you gives him the sense of home he’s always wanted
You are his world
Lay
The doting husband
Be prepared to be treated like a queen
He has waited for the moment to call you his wife
Now that it’s official he can’t wait to be the husband he has always dreamed of being
Expect long talks into the night
He plans he whole future around you
You’re literally his one and only
Constantly sends pictures to the exo group chat of your travels as a married couple
Wants to show you off every chance he gets
Will sit and write songs about you
Every fibre of his being is you and your happiness
genre: slight crack, suggestive, maybe some angst but not really 🥴
《previous》
warnings: yandere themes, dom!baek, readers not too bratty but she got attitude 🙄, master kink, teasing, some sexual tension, mentions of blood, spanking, there's probably something I missed
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⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.
The past few days became hectic for you. With no outside interactions and no word of your disappearance, you started wondering if you'd ever get to see your family ever again. And with Baekhyun and Sehun breathing down your neck, you knew it would never happen. But that's not the worst thing surprisingly. The worst part is Baekhyun. Calling him 'Master', the disgusting flirting he'd do, the nasty moves hed make on you, and the disgraceful things he'd say to you was by far the worst. And let's not forget his annoying punishments. Punishments such as; cleaning parts of the mansion, standing facing the wall for a certain amount of time, or guilt tripping- though it's less of a punishment and more of manipulation- got on your nerves. hell, he's made you crawl before....
Fuck Baekhyun, is what you want to scream everyday, but that would get you punished, wouldn't it?
Now, as you wander the mansion to escape that maniac, you seem to find yourself getting lost between the halls and many floors of the estate. Do you mind? Not at all, in fact, this is a chance to get to know the place for your escape plan.
Like that open window next to the priceless blue vase is a good place to start. If you take your chance and jump, you could run straight for the trees avoiding Baekhyuns men in the front. But there's one problem; a camera is aimed right where you stand.
You flipped off the camera.
That's fine, you thought, there's going to be some flaw in the layout of the mansion.
You had no trouble advancing forward through the hall, but every passing minute you grew angrier. You thought at least one window wouldn't have a camera pointing towards it. Sadly that wasn't the case. Obviously Baekhyun was smart, he really was stacked in a sense of making sure no one could come in or leave without being caught.
It pissed you off, but then again, he's the biggest mafia leader in South Korea.
"Fuck you." You growled to yourself without realizing that as you kept moving on, you came to a dead end that lead to a staircase leading down to a door. "I take that back..."
Was this your chance? Is this a back door leading to the outside world you've wanted to see for so long? You had to check and see, but not before checking for cameras.
None in the corners, not even behind you. Actually, it didn't seem like there are any in this hall. Did Baekhyuns mansion actually have a flaw? This had to be to good to be true.
"I wouldn't go down there if I were you." A voice stopped you in your tracks.
"Did Baekhyun tell you to follow me?" You growled stepping away from the staircase.
"So what if he did." He shrugged, "Its a good thing too. We can't have you getting yourself in trouble, now can we?" Each step he took brought you to step back farther until one foot was ready to slip off the stairs ledge. You gulped as he leaned his face closer to yours. He didn't seem mad, but he sure didn't seem happy. As a matter of fact, Sehun was more neutral then anything and that concerned you.
"Show me what's behind the door." You finish your sentence slowly as if in a trance. Sehun grinned.
"Its not a place for little girls like you. Baekhyun wouldn't be happy anyway, he rarely lets me down there." He took a step back, letting you finally let go of the breath you were holding and regain your footing away from the edge.
"So what you're saying is," you glanced back at the door before looking back at the tall man with an excited smile, "there's secrets down there?" Sehun rolled his eyes, stepping towards you to pull you away from the stairs, "Wait!" You snatched your arm back, "Can you just please tell me what's down there? I swear on my life I won't tell Baekhyun!"
Sehun cocked his head to the side as if thinking of an answer before opening his mouth to say, "Monsters, y/n. Scary monsters. Now let's go before Baekhyun comes looking for us."
Your face sunk and Sehun once again reached for your arm but you pulled back once more, hesitantly looking at the door that held more secrets then one. "Y/n." He warned.
"Right, fine..."
The rest of the day seemed to go by insanely fast. This time, your 'Master' wasn't too pushy today. Actually, you're positive he was busy with business work since he's been running around the mansion with an angry scowl on his face. You've heard countless of screaming and things being thrown or punched at the wall in his office. Because of all that, you were also on your best behavior to not get punished, God forbid you'd even try that but Baekhyun didn't seem to mind your presence. Well- yours and Sehuns. He was enjoying some company though yours made him more excited. Why? His precious 'girlfriend' was sitting on his lap and playing with his hair, what's better then that?
For starters, you weren't doing it because you liked him, you've found out a way to calm the storm and thats by soothing it. Playing with Baekhyuns hair made his breath steady and the steam from his ears and nose stop. You were finally at peace and so was he.
Honestly, you didn't completely hate touching his hair. It was unusually soft for it being dyed black as night. Seriously, what conditioner does he use? You need it.
He would say that, right when you were starting to like having him around- only for his hair though, don't get it twisted.
"I'll stop." You said, already taking your fingers away from his silky hair. He simply rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, placing it on his head.
"Don't. It calms me."
You did what he wanted- play with his hair and not at all making a big fuss about it. But this was all becoming boring. Did he expect you to sit on his lap doing nothing but play with his hair all day while he worked? God, you hoped not. You still needed freedom to look around the mansion for your escape.
Got to hand it to him though, he probably already knows and that's why he won't let you leave. Did Sehun tell him? Surely Sehun wouldn't but you can't always trust a mafias wingman.
Speaking of which, what happened to Sehun? He was just hear a minute ago, and you didn't hear or notice the door open and close. He could be doing his own thing though, you've almost never seen him away from Baekhyuns side. You couldnt help your curiosity, your hand faltered its movements once again causing poor Baekhyun to groan in protest. Not that you cared or anything.
"Kitten?" You hummed, "I think its time we take a trip."
"'We'?" Your hand stopped moving, "Im not going anywhere with you."
Baekhyun sighed and whispered, "You were being so good." A sneaky hand made its way to your thigh. Slow movements in an up and down rhythm seemed to only make you realize how stupid and unaware of your surroundings you've been. You allowed yourself to touch Baekhyun, to sit on his lap, hell if you kept up the good behavior you probably would've kissed him. You didn't like Baekhyun, God no, you hated his guts, why are you being so-
"Hate to break it to you, but you're coming whether you like it or not. No ones going to be able to look out for you while I'm gone and you're not very trusting as it is."
"I haven't done anything for you not to trust me!" You snapped, "And I don't need a babysitter, I can take care of myself thank you very much."
The man tilted his head, "I know you're plans to run away, do you really think I'm that dumb? You may be old enough, but I have zero trust in you right now. I don't need your stupid self to run and get yourself in trouble. So... tell me." Baekhyun sighed, "Do you still think its a good idea to stay now? Even if it ends with me finding you, punishing you, or making you bleed for me?"
That devilish hand snaked it's way under your short skirt that was already showing more than you would've wanted. He kept his eyes on you, mocking you as if he was to say 'haha you can't stop me' because in reality, you really couldn't. Your words may have been bold, but you were far from it. The tough act was only a facade, a fear of not showing Baekhyun how scared you are of him. What's the worst he could do though? Oh wouldn't you like to know.
"Dont act so tough." You grabbed his wrist, tightening your hand but his reaction wasn't satisfying at all, just a plain smile. "Bleeding or not, your punishments mean nothing to me."
"Is that a challenge kitten?"
Was it a challenge?
No! You do not want Baekhyun to touch you. You do not want him to have any stupid ideas. For this reason, you got off his lap. Not like Baekhyun was even caring, in fact he still seemed amused with your emotions. He even leaned forward to test your seriousness.
Maybe his intimidation was a bit much, he did have that pretty face with an evil grin hiding behind it. And your wall was slowly crumbling the more you acted up. One step closer to a punishment.
"You'd love a good challenge. But I'm not giving you that satisfaction of doing so. Let me stay, I promise I'll be on my best behavior."
Baekhyun laughed at you, head tilted back and all. Completely dying, "You? On your best behavior? C'mon kitten you were only being good for 20 minutes and I was here the whole time! A month of me being gone would be absolute hell leaving you here all by yourself."
You had to give it to him, your Master was harder to convince than you thought. Actually that's a lie- Baekhyuns a stubborn man and you underestimated him. Still, you wish something could change his mind. It's only been a few days staying with Baekhyun, yet you know him well enough to know what he likes and doesn't like.
"Please, Master." Begging was one of his favorites. He has a thing for you quite literally getting on your knees to beg. And that's just what you did. "I promise to be a good girl. I won't run from you, Master, I promise."
You hated every word that came out of your mouth.
"Begging now, are we? You're adorable kitten, seriously." He leaned over to pet you as he smiled down at you.
"But Master if I stay here, you won't have to deal with me acting up, and I won't be causing you trouble when you're doing work." You pushed, holding back the urge to slap his hand away.
Baekhyun only snickered, "I like when you act up. It gives me a reason to punish your bratty ass." He finally sat back in his seat with his leg crossed over his lap and a hand resting on his chin as you looked up at him from your kneeling position, blushing and trying your best to maintain eye contact.
"M-Master, please..." You muttered, unable to properly think as all you wanted was alone time and a chance to run.
"Speak up, kitten. Tell me what you want."
"I want to stay here...please?"
With only little thought, Baekhyun finally gave his answer, "Fine. Because you asked so nicely, I'll let you stay. But if I get any news of you trying to run, you'll regret you ever asked. Remember; I see and hear everything. Do you understand, love?"
"I understand."
"You understand what?"
"I understand, Master." Oh you just wanted to roll your eyes so badly. These words, though frightening, meant nothing to you. Anything that came out of your mouth was all lies. Do you think Baekhyun could tell? Maybe so. You still wanted to test the chance of freedom. You wanted to at least try before losing all hope. It's your life anyway, not his.
"Good girl." He said, "I leave either very late tonight or early in the morning tomorrow while you're asleep. I'll see if Chanyeol can keep an eye on you while I'm gone."
"Who's Chanyeol and why can't Sehun stay with me?" You asked. You remember that name from the first day here, but you've never met him. As for Sehun, you knew him and trusted him far more than anyone else. Though he's the only other person you've had an interaction with besides Baekhyun, there was something about Sehun that told more than what he lead on, like he was hiding something.
"Chanyeols a guard. But Sehun always stays with me, he's my wingman."
"Sehuns not even in the room with you right now." You joked, "What a wingman he is."
He laughed, genuinely laughed like a normal human being. It honestly made you smile. "Hes busy. Sehun does other things you know."
Other things...
"Anyway, since he's gone, we're gonna have some alone time for once." He began, "We can go out, do something and let loose before I need to leave. Wouldn't that be fun?"
With you, no. You said to yourself. "Sure, I'd like that."
Still seated on your knees, Baekhyun stood up, towering over you as you looked up slightly intimidated by his height. "You can stand up, you know. Unless of course, you'd rather stay on your knees for me."
"Gross..." You muttered before standing up and walking out of the room with Baekhyun hot on your trail. For no reason at all he seemed happy to spend time with you for real and not just in the mansion. It would warm your heart if it weren't for your sticky situation, seeing him smile a genuine smile did seem like something you'd love, but you didn't. Not one bit.
"Let's see," He checked his expensive watch for the time, "We have about 3 and a half hours to have fun then get dinner after. Where would you like to go?"
You thought for a moment, "I haven't been to an arcade in quite some time now, and it's always a great place to have fun and win prizes."
Baekhyun simply nodded and took your hand into his, walking you outside (for what seemed like the first time in forever) to his car. Once inside- and once the driver was called over by Baekhyun- you both were off and on your way to the arcade. Yes it was a bit childish to go there especially when you have the countries biggest mafia leader with you, however it's a way to ease the boredom. Nevertheless, you'll be staying on your toes, careful of what you may say or do.
"Thats unfair! You cheated!" Baekhyun growled, grimacing at how you happily jumped up and down before claiming your tickets.
"I don't cheat. You're just a sore loser!" You laughed.
He didn't seem to get too mad with you, you were having fun after all and seeing you happy made his stomach flutter with butterflies.
The arcade was packed, filled with all ages ranging from young children to the older generation. Everyone was aware who Baekhyun was, that wasn't a lie, and since it's odd to see him in a scene like this, it caught many peoples attention. Though neither of you cared at the moment. You both were so focused on beating the other at multiple games of Deal or No Deal, The Walking Dead, Skee Ball, Dance Dance Revolution, and more. You can't lie, it was fucking fun. You couldn't care less about Baekhyun anymore because it was just so amazing. And to top it all off, the winner flicked the losers forehead. And who was the winner for the past ten games? You, duh. That's why Baekhyun was so pissed, he was losing to you and you were just laughing at him. Hell, you even laughed at him tripping over himself during Dance Dance Revolution and you'd do it again.
"Thats another one!"
"You're way too happy over this..." He rolled his eyes as he leaned forward for you and you held no power back. As you flicked his forehead with much force that a thud could be heard over the blaring music, you laughed even harder.
He held his forehead while groaning in pain, cursing you and the world as he so desperately wanted to punch something.
"Fuck- lets just go to the next game." Baekhyun sighed, still rubbing his forehead to sooth the red spot.
Walking down the floor, you pointed to a classic game; Pac-Man. Who doesn't love Pac-Man? As a child, it was one of your favorites, it's fun, challenging, and thrilling when you're trying to beat someone's highscore. Right now was a perfect moment to play this game. Grabbing Baekhyuns hand, you dashed to the game, luckily no one was there therefore you could jump right into it.
"Pac-Man, huh?" Baekhyun sneered, "You can't possibly think you're gonna beat me at this."
"I've beat you at every other game. This will be no different." Your confidence was over the top for this game. Sure Baekhyun was older than you, but c'mon, that doesn't mean he's better. Pac-Man is skill based, and once Baekhyun slipped a token into the slot, you knew the challenge just started. As he collected all the little dots in just under a couple minutes, his score was already around the 5000 mark. He was so focused and ready to win, eyes never left the screen nor blinked and his tongue was sticking out the corner of his mouth.
You kept your arms crossed over your chest, hoping he'd make a mistake on the second level but that didn't come. Instead he started the third then as the fourth came, everything was much faster. With much skill, he was just about to beat it, until a ghost ate him. With luck though, he still had one more life to spare, but since it was so quick and he didn't have anymore Power Pellets to help him out, he died once again, ending his last life.
"So close..." You pouted, "Yet so far, anyway my turn!" You shoved him out of the way with your hip.
"Princess, you won't beat me this time."
You ignored him. Sure you can beat him, you've don't it before. How hard could Pac-Man possibly be?
Well to put it simply, it was almost impossible. Once you hit start, that's when things started going downhill for you. Baekhyun stood behind you, resting both his hands on your hips as his head laid on your shoulder. You thought he was just watching, but his touches were less than innocent.
"Aw pretty girl, you must really wanna beat me." He whispered, so close to your ear that it made you want to lose focus. You couldnt though, you loved the satisfaction of winning too much.
However, Baekhyun had other plans. While he wanted you to lose, he touched you more. Guiding his hand to your stomach, slowly dragging it down the length of your skirt down to your thighs, kneading your soft skin so you could lose focus.
"Stop touching me," You grumbled. "I'm so close to beating you." What a lie.
He ignored your words and continued. Not only were his hands a menace and a distraction, but his lips on the skin of your neck, were making you sigh deeply as you quickly began losing your train of thought again. You didn't even realize his mouth closing around your skin, sucking small bruises as you advanced in the game with shaky hands.
"Watching you try so hard is cute." Baekhyun spoke against your skin, "Such a desperate girl."
You huffed, "If you don't knock it off, Baekhyun I swear I'll make you regret meeting me."
First rule: broken.
"Repeat that again, y/n. Slowly."
You'd rather die already. Well atleast not in Pac-Man, you're still trying to win this.
"Make me-" You had to rethink that statement. "or better yet, don't. Just let me win, stop teasing."
"I can do what I want. You on the other hand, have to obey me. Keep playing and make sure you don't make a noise. We wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea, wouldn't we?"
How could they not. Baekhyun was on the verge of dry humping you in public like a starved teenager and you had to sit (stand) there and take it. With all the touching, your mind was wavering from reality and arousal. Quit the game and submit or win for victory and nothing more. What seemed better? Are you that desperate for touch or being left alone unscathed?
"Thats another life lost, one more to go." Baekhyun snickered against your neck, "Better be careful, love."
You groaned and fought back the urge to elbow him in the stomach. It was the third level, quite difficult but not too bad for your skill. Luckily for you, Baekhyun wasn't as annoying, though your thoughts were more intrusive then before. You couldnt help the lingering feeling of maybe letting him continue on, touch you the way you craved....
No, you had to win. You loved watching him get so upset over something so pathetic. It was funny, but meaningless in the end.
With great concentration, you were able to eat all the dots without failure. Your highscore was close enough to surpass his. The only question was; will Baekhyun let you?
Funny. What kind of stupid question was that? The world decided against you, allowing Baekhyun to simply play with you like a toy. His hand that was on your thigh, now reached for your neck, catching you off guard.
"Kitten deserves a collar." Baekhyun murmured, "I should get one for her. Wouldn't you like that?"
No you'd rather focus on your damn game, you're so close.
"Answer me."
Just ignore him. So close.
"Kitten." He warned, squeezing tighter around your neck you thought you might just lose air circulation.
Game over.
"Wha-"
Ha! What a joke.
The man behind you spun you around in an instant, leaning ever so closely t your face, you thought he was going to kiss you. "I think my baby deserves her punishment."
Punishment...wait- punishment?! You panicked, looking around quickly for any people who could get you out of this predicament, but people chose to ignore whatever was going on between you both. Was it for their sake or did they just not care?
"Its a flick to the head. Not a damn punishment, Baek." You pointed out, "And besides, you cheated anyway."
He pouted, "Are you upset? Poor baby lost and thinks everything in life is fair. How cute." As he straightened himself up, he grinned, "We never came up with rules for our games, I never cheated. Aside from that, You are getting punished and not by a flick to the forehead." He rolled his eyes.
"Thats bullshit."
"Youre only adding to your punishment, y/n."
You stomped away in frustration, clearly annoyed as you pushed passed the man to get to the exit. What turned out to be a fun, innocent play date, ended into a punishment. You shouldn't be surprised, you did break a few rules that you knew you weren't going to obey anyways, but they were dense, completely unneeded.
And as Baekhyun followed you to the limo, it was over for you. He didn't seem frustrated or angry with you, just annoyed and over your behavior. He just wants his pet to obey him and be good. So sure, he's dissapointed, but not entirely surprised.
"Over my lap."
Your eye twitched, "No."
"Im not asking, I'm telling. So get over my lap before I really do something you won't like." He threatened. This time, you obeyed, not wanting anything terrible to happen. Well at this point, your version of terrible has changed.
As soon as your skirt was flipped, the blood rushed to your cheeks, making you heat up at the very thought of a spanking. Sure spankings aren't the worse thing that could happen, but revealing part of your body that you didn't want Baekhyun to see kind of was. And right when he pulled down your panties, you pleaded- no- begged for Baehyuns forgiveness.
"First rule: never call me by my first name, only refer to me as Master." His hand came down without warning, striking you right on your ass. The pain was harsh, but nothing unbearable, "Next, no swearing." You squirmed in his lap as another hit came, biting your lip in attempts to control a scream you wanted to let out. "Lastly, your attitude needs to change." The last hit was the hardest of all, making you arch your back in utter discomfort.
"J-Just three...?" You looked back at him.
"Why? You want more?" He raised his hand once more, but just before he could do something, you stopped him.
"No no no-!"
The hand that once spanked you, soothed the area instead, "You're lucky it was only three."
"You're lucky I didn't punch you for spanking me." He pinched your skin to make you shut up in which it did.
"Careful now, wouldn't want another punishment now, would we?"
You stayed silent, knowing it's best not to say anything in a position like this. Unlike other scenarios, you would easily test him, not for said punishment, for something entertaining since it was the only form of fun for you. Right now, there was none of that, just obedience.
"You can sit up now." Baekhyun tapped the back of your thigh. You quickly sat up, not on his lap- oh fuck no- you sat far away from him on the opposite part of the limo. "You can't possibly hate me that much."
"I do. Guess you'll just have to deal with it, Master."
"Playing hard to get really isn't your forte." His eyes rolled before scooting himself over to you. "You'll learn to love me someday."
Baekhyun wrapped an arm over your shoulder, peacefully smiling to himself as you frowned in disgust. "I wouldn't be so sure of that. The only reason why you're so confident is because you won't let me leave." Pushing his arm away, you turned your back from him, hoping he took the hint.
Absolutely nothing you did would make Baekhyun change his mind about you. What you failed to realize is the beam he had on his face each time your behavior stepped out of line. Something about putting you back in your place enticed him entirely, urging him to love you more without fail. With the exception of how difficult you really could be.
Even so, after a while of being in the car, and after Baekhyuns failed attempts at wooing you, the limo arrived at a restaurant Baekhyun made reservations for. It wasn't incredibly fancy, nor was it casual, but the atmosphere did set a calm and quiet tone for the evening.
Taking your hand, you and Baekhyun sat at the table, still all eyes were on the both of you, either in jealousy from women or envy from the men. And as you took a sip of water from the glass before you, the man peacefully leaned over the table in adoration. "Do you like it? The restaurant, is it nice?"
"Hm," You shrugged, "I like it I guess, but why?"
"Thought you would enjoy getting out. I know how boring it must be in the mansion everyday."
Baekhyuns smile grew, a seemingly kind one that he held on his face. You couldnt help but return it, feeling somewhat happy he decided to be nice enough and let you breathe in the open air.
You murmured a question, "Will you ever let me go?" Baekhyun didn't like the question. His smile faded, not entirely but enough for a frown to make its way on his pretty face.
"Letting you go is too dangerous, y/n. Not after you've met me." He stated as the answer ran through your mind before shaking your head. Not because you were saying no but because you were confused. Taking into consideration that maybe this had something to do with being with a mafia. Do other gangs know you? Are you in danger as you're sitting here with Baekhyun, talking as if everything's peachy? What will happen when you finally do leave?
So many questions, too many to answer, you did not know where to begin.
"Why did you take me if you put me in danger?"
"Other then the fact that I love you," Baekhyun said sarcastically, "I was being too selfish that day at the bar. I don't normally keep the girls I like."
"So for your own selfish reason I'm stuck here because one: I have a psychopath who's in love with me and two: because of what? You're a fucking mafia?"
"Language." He sighed, "There's always more to a story, baby. I just got started." Baekhyun tells you to which you can't say you disagree, there's always more than what's actually lead on. Who's to say, this is honestly the most God awful possible time for him to just dump everything on you.
"Oh please," You scoff, "Enlighten me, Master."
He chuckled a bit before explaining, "I wasn't thinking of the consequences. Instead I moved too fast without thinking. But since you really wanna know so bad, I have made many enemies all around South Korea."
In a few moments a waitress came over asking what you'd like for dinner. After ordering, you returned your attention to Baekhyun before speaking up, "Because of that, I'm now tied up into all this?"
"Exactly- well maybe not." The wine on the table seemed to peak his interest as he stirred the glass in his hand, carefully observing the blood red color with much attention, "I'm truly a selfish person, as you can see." He muttered.
"Youre not telling me everything." You squinted your eyes, "What are you hiding?"
Everything seemed to go quiet in that moment as if people were listening on to your conversations wondering the same thing. How big of a secret could it possibly be? It's unlikely it was huge, Baekhyun knew it wasn't terrible he just didn't want to strike fear in you. Would it scare you though....You saw your boyfriend brutally murdered, this couldn't be all too bad.
"If you obey me, you won't have to worry about it."
Obey... ha classic. Like that's really going to help. You smiled gently, honestly not caring for what he had said. Seemingly quite useless to you, though important to him.
"So I do need to stay with you at all times now." You concluded, "I can never see my family because of your selfish reasons?!"
Baekhyun couldn't say he'd never let you see them anyway straight to your face, it would tear you apart. So he nodded without looking at you, still focusing on his red drink.
"You have enemies who hate your guts, in reality you shouldn't be with me even now but look at you! I'm in danger because of you!"
"To put it simply, love; yes, yes you are."
Great. That's just what you wanted to hear during a nice dinner. If there's enemies all around, your escape will be much more difficult when you're finally alone. Then again, that won't stop you. Baekhyun could be saying all this just so you won't leave, so he can be happy and protect you at all costs. He's saying it just for his cause.
You think.
There's multiple mafia organizations around Korea, most you've probably never even heard of, but when was the last time an actual mafia came into threat with civilians, not including yourself.
For sure nothing and now suddenly there's danger when you're with Baekhyun. Seems sketchy to say the least.
"How do I know you're not making all this up?"
"You dont. But do you really want to find out?" Baekhyun took a swig of wine before continuing. "Think of it; why do you think I have Sehun following me like a lost puppy? It's because when I'm alone, I put myself at risk of getting killed or captured by my enemies. The only time he's not with me, like now, is when he has other businesses to attend to. That's when I need to arm myself heavily in case anything happens."
You sunk in your seat. He wasn't making this up.
"Do I get to arm myself?" You asked.
With a shake of his head, he grinned, "What for? You're going to have Chanyeol protecting you when I'm gone, you won't need to. Plus, you're not skilled in using a gun or a knife." He finished right when the food arrived.
You drooled at the sight. All sorts of food littered the table from vegetables to meat, they were all so enticing. You couldnt stop yourself from digging right in.
"You don't know that." You said with your mouth full, "Besides, I can learn." Smiling to yourself, Baekhyun laughed at how serious you were. "Whats so funny?"
"You!" He threw his head back as he held his stomach, laughing away, "Using a weapon sounds so easy- sure, but going against someone stronger and twice your size is a different story."
"You're one to talk!" Putting down your fork, you glared until her pinched your cheeks from across the table.
"Aren't you just adorable!" You swatted his hand trying to get him to stop. He didn't. "I may not be the biggest of men, but I can defend myself unlike yourself."
"Whats that supposed to mean? You calling me weak?!"
He chuckled, "Yeah. Weak and unaware of your surroundings." He took a bite of his food, smiling in peace as he swallowed the chicken. "Also, you're very easy to overpower."
"Very funny. But I know I can handle myself well in dangerous situations. Just give me a gun and I'll be fine, promise." You replied with all seriousness, expecting his final reply to be yes.
"No." Of course it wasn't. He had all the right to say no, you were weak, you were fragile, you weren't aware of what's going on. Most importantly, you're just a city girl mixed with the wrong crowd. You shouldn't have left your house that day, it wouldn't have ended in a way like this. It's the small things in life that change everything, perspective being very big in this ordeal. "Chanyeol will be with you at all times. Trust me when I say he's a fantastic gaurd, there's really no reason for you to be armed."
"Something could happen. Like he could get knocked down or- or-"
"You really underestimate my men." Baekhyun smirked, "He won't."
Nothing will change his mind, you came to the conclusion, ending off the whole conversation with a groan while picking at what's left on your plate. Baekhyun did not say anything else either. He knew what he did, he won the conversation after telling you no. Still, in the back of his mind there was a voice in his head agreeing with you in a way. What if she needed a weapon? What if she gets hurt? It would be your fault. He had to trust his own words, what he was telling you he also had to listen to it.
Minutes went by, you both sat in silence not very fazed by how quiet the pair of you chose to be. It was peaceful, it's just what you needed after chatting away about weapons and foes. For others around you, they started talking to each other again once realizing you were done speaking. It's interesting how everybody reacts to Baekhyun and you now. Like your lives are more entertaining then theirs, in which now you can properly say it may be so. It's shocking no one filmed the interactions yet.
Moments later, the silent was cut short by a ringing from Baekhyuns phone. The audience once again quieting down, "I'll be right back, baby." He left the table, his shape getting further from you. In this present time, you should move- run and make your leave to an exit before he got back. Yet you didn't. You don't know why you stayed put, you hated him!
Reality only seemed different, your stomach flipped in anxiousness and nervousness as if it wasn't real. It appeared to be the correct moment for an escape too, this only shows you couldnt do it. Hesitation was eating you alive, all you could do was bite your nails as others stared. They could tell something in you wanted to go however, stayed in place.
"I need to leave." The familiar voice snapped you out of your trance making you look up in surprise as he took hold of your hand. That was quick. Its a good thing I didn't leave.
"Already? We didn't pay." You said as you got up from your seat, looking at the empty plates and drinks.
"I'm a criminal, baby. There's no need." Baekhyun dragged you out of the restaurant in a rush. No waiter questioned or interrogated him on the unpaid dinner rather letting him leave at will.
The doors to the restaurant were forced opened as he kept walking through. There wasn't a limo waiting outside anymore, but a beautiful and expensive car that you knew was Baekhyuns.
"You're leaving?" You asked, "Its only 10."
"Aww you gonna miss me?" He chuckled causing you to scowl, "It'll only be a month. Here." Baekhyun handed you a phone and a black credit card, "Cards for if Chanyeol takes you out for any reason. And the phones when you need to call me. All other numbers are blocked but mine, Sehun, and Chanyeols." You nodded, taking the phone and card with a small smile and a bit of annoyance. Of course he'd block the numbers, "Chanyeol should be on his way to pick you up. Stay here and wait for him."
"Yeah yeah." You whispered.
"Im gonna miss you." In milliseconds, you were pulled into a death defying hug, a warm hug to be exact. You smiled into his chest, hugging him back as you melted in his arms. He was warm, and you enjoyed his scent. You didn't want to let go. "See you soon, princess."
Before walking off to the car, he gave you a kiss on the cheek. Oh your cheeks shouldn't have brightened up the way they had, but they did. As the car hauled itself down the street, you were left alone waiting for your own ride as your lips curved upwards. You weren't going to admit it to his face, but seeing him leave made you miss him already.
Time passed and Chanyeol has not arrived yet. You grew impatient the more you stood around doing nothing but play stupid games on the phone, hence why you began walking towards a local diner. No, you weren't getting more food, you were absolutely stuffed from all the restaurant beforehand. Instead, you were grabbing a drink, just to feel something again because why not.
"A bottle of peach soju, please." You said to the waitress who happily nodded with a smile before running of to grab a bottle. Sitting without someone was quite boring you've come to take in. Without the constant bickering of you and Baekhyun it was slightly boring. Nothing was going on except a couple in the corner enjoying their meal, and the workers going back and forth whilst laughing.
Once the waitress returned with bottle, you popped off the cap and took a sip. Yup. That's just what you needed.
"This seat taken?" A tall figure quirked, grinning like a kid who found a dollar lying on the floor.
You shook your head keeping the bottle in hand once the man sat across from you- still smiling may you add. "Do I know you?" You asked, taking another swig of the sweet drink.
"You do know," He outstretched his hand above the table, waiting for you to take it and shake it to which you hesitantly did, "My names Chanyeol. I'll be your body guard until Baekhyun returns." He beamed.
"Chanyeol, huh.... You're more smiley than I would've imagined." You said.
"Is that a bad thing Miss y/n? Should I frown or something?" He joked making you giggle in return.
"So Chanyeol, how'd you find me?"
He pointed to your pocket, "Phone has a tracker. Baekhyun doesn't like when his things get lost."
You made an 'O' with your mouth, nodding your head slowly. "Like a child on a leash." You mumbled. "So uhhh I don't suppose you want a drink while you're-"
"Fuck yes!" He took the drink menu in an instant, not bothering to look up as he scanned the pages for a preferable drink. "You're paying." Chanyeol stated.
This was going to be a long night.
You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes. The day was clear, not a single cloud in the sky. Right when you rolled over however, you remembered why it was such a beautiful day; Baekhyun wasn't here. You groaned at that fact, turning back over to retrieve the new phone he had given you last night. At least a couple unread messages popped up on your screen, illuminating your face with the bright light.
Master: Good morning, kitten
Master: Have a good day today :)
You smiled fondly at the phone, turning it off after reading the last message with a quiet hum in content. Today will hopefully be a wonderful day. Without Baekhyun and Sehun up ur ass about whatever it may be, you can finally enjoy some alone time.
Theres one issue you forgot about. Chanyeol. You can't say you know him well enough for him to be around you twenty-four seven, but since he's under Baekhyuns wing he might as well be. Surprising as it is, he's not in the room with you now, maybe he did know what personal space meant.
"Rise and- oh you're up early." Speak of the devil, "Wow, you really should fix that bedhead of yours." He shook his head in disaproval, causing you to quickly flatten the mess upon your head. "There's breakfast waiting for you at the table. Better go eat it before it gets cold." Chanyeol tells you before walking out from where he came, leaving you, who was still trying to fix your hair, alone in the room once again.
"Hes definitely a character." You spoke to yourself, getting up from the bed and changing into more fitting clothes rather than staying in your pajamas. Since Baekhyun wasn't here, you were able to choose an outfit for yourself. Nothing too short or showy, something just right for yourself and you were happy with it.
As you walked to the dining table, Chanyeol sat sitting on his phone, paying no mind to whoever walked in. Seriously, for a guard, he sure does seem uninterested in doing actual work.
"Pancakes! They look so good!" You rushed to the seat and dug in like you haven't eaten in years. Chanyeol looked up at you in shock.
"Its not going to run away, calm down."
"But they're so good!" You moaned, taking another bite of the fluffy cake, "Baekhyun has the best cooks, I swear."
"Only the best in Korea. Top chefs that he pays absolute bank for and you know what? They don't complain about anything as long as they get their money." Chanyeol said, returning back to his phone making you wonder what exactly does Baekhyun do to get all this money?
"What does he do? Sell drugs or what?"
Chanyeol shrugged, "Kills bad people or," He grinned, "people he doesn't like, but normally he makes other people do it. Baek doesn't like getting blood on his hands unless he needs to." Chanyeol ended with a sigh until he popped up as he remembered something, "Oh and prostitution is a big one, including; money laundering and gambling."
You shook your head up and down, "He also has clubs? Is that just a side?"
"Extra money because why not?" Chanyeol quirked, "You seem so interested in his life, almost as if you like him."
You scrunched your face in disgust, swelling the last bite of your pancake before speaking, "I dont know him, of course I'm interested in knowing what he does! But for the love of all things holy, don't even think that I'll ever like a man such as him." You concluded the discussion, wrapping your arms across your chest, frowning at such nonsense. The tall man before you held back a fit of laughter at your outburst, honestly shocked at your reaction to his statement. He didn't believe a word you said.
"I dont know." Chanyeol squinted his eyes, "You could have a bad case of Stockholm syndrome."
That's it. You got up, and left Chanyeol to be with himself. Clearly he doesn't understand that you hate Baekhyun. Wanting to know simple things about him does not mean you like him. God no. You cringed at the thought. Besides that, walking from the dining room and just wondering the halls again seemed like the best source of fun you could think of.
As if by muscle memory, your feet took you through the same hall as before, the one leading to the strange door at the end of it. Because Sehun wasn't here, and Chanyeol didn't seem to care as much unless you were to leave the house, you managed to safely stop in front of the wooden door, staring at the handle like it would turn on its own. It didn't of course, so you opened it slowly. Surprisingly, it wasn't locked and the inside was just another long yet dark hallway leading to an open, lit up area.
You ushered forward, venturing through the darkness, careful to close the door behind you without making any sort of noise. It was eerily quiet in this room, no creaks- nothing! Just the sound of your footsteps as you came closer to the open space.
Once setting foot in the dim light, the gray-ish concrete floor was stained red in some spots. Chains littered the wall and a gurney was centered in the room right where the light was focused. It was a creepy setting, making you feel uneasy the more you stepped closer. You couldnt help but cover your mouth in revulsion at a strange odor.
A small table stood near the hospital bed, having different medical knives and such on it. Whatever this place was used for, it connected more to a hospital room, but from what you could tell, it was far from that. This chamber was for torture. Chanyeol did mention Baekhyun killed men, especially those he didn't like. What if this was meant for captured victims he'd come to torture? You can't be far from the truth, not after seeing all this.
"You're not supposed to be in here." Chanyeol said behind you, too close for comfort might you add. How did you not sense another body behind you?
"Yet here I am." You spun around, glaring at the man. "Let me guess; you tracked me by the phone?"
"Bingo!" He motioned with finger guns, "Seriously though, you're not allowed in this room. I swear the door was locked." Scratching the back of his head, you sauntered back towards the gurney, taking in the sight of everything.
"So the torture shit...what's it for?"
He sighed behind you, clearly not wanting to give you information but legitimately, you were stubborn and curious.
"If he wants information, he gets it. Or if Sehun needs information, he gets it too. Torture their victims until they're willing to speak." His voice was laced in caution, like he was warning you about something.
"Dont get on their bad side. Noted." You spun around, changing direction to leave the room instead, with Chanyeol following close behind.
"She learns quick! Good girl!" With his height and your- well not-so-tall-self, he easily put his hand on your head and stroked your hair until you shot him a glare. "Short people really do have a lot of pent up frustration...."
"Whatever makes you sleep at night."
The rest of the day went by quickly. Reminding yourself not to take the phone everywhere, you placed it by the bed to keep Chanyeol off your back, hoping that he won't go looking for you. You had a plan to search the mansion in case of a flaw in the design. With no cameras pointing at windows, or guards on the look for you. There's no way Baekhyuns absolutely perfect, no one is. So you began your search on the second floor, checking every corner for any cameras or suspicious devices to which everything had. Doors, windows, even vents. This was harder than expected.
Twenty minutes went by and no luck. He's smart, you've got to admit, but it didn't stop you.
The layout was somewhat confusing. Taking a left suddenly brought you to a library you didn't know he had. It was huge, you didn't think Baekhyun even read this many books in his lifetime, but to each his own.
The shelves went all the way to the ceiling. Each row filled with hundreds of books, most you've never heard of. That didn't matter, you're not here for the books anyway. What struck you the most was the giant window centered in library. You ran over, making sure there were no signs or cameras.
There wasn't.
But- it's not as easy as it seems. The window was on the second floor facing towards the front entrance, a clear shot for any guards to see if you were to climb down. That's why there's no cameras.
Did that stop you? Hell no. You found your escape and you're going to run. Though- not yet. It's about 9pm and Chanyeols probably expecting you in the room for bed.
Tomorrow will be the day. After being stuck with that man long enough, you're making your great escape.
You woke up to the sound of the phones alarm. 12am, it read on the screen. Chanyeol was outside around this time, guarding the place with other men while you were in the room, not even bothering to take a bag of clothes- nothing, just what you had on your back.
The mansion was quiet, the rustling of the wind and branches outside were the only things heard at this time of morning. As you ran through the halls on your toes, you remembered where to go to get to the library. Still no one, not even a guard was here. Perfect.
Silently opening the window, you peered out into the darkness where you saw two armored guards, one being Chanyeol. And since you weren't terribly high on the second floor, climbing down wouldn't be a problem. It depended more on how swift and silent you could be.
With caution, you stuck your leg out the window, trying to find something your foot could rest on, until you finally gave up and swung the other leg around, pushing your feet against the wall for grip. The tips of your fingers burned as you held on for dear life, hoping absolutely no one saw you as you grunted in discomfort.
"At least a seven foot drop." You whispered to yourself, looking frantically for something to climb down on without having to jump from this height. "Just my luck. Please don't break any bones y/n." You trusted your instincts of letting go, hoping your bones were strong enough to withstand this fall.
The grass and leaves rustled under your feet. You were still alive at least, but you did hear a few voices coming to investigate the noise. In a rush, you sprinted in the opposite direction, running without looking back until you were far enough away from the area.
As you ducked behind a bush, you watched as the guys stood exactly where you had landed, confused as to what they heard until one of them came to the conclusion that it was a squirell.
You laughed to yourself before happily carrying on with your escape. This time, you stayed hidden in the bushes. Luckily it wasn't as difficult to leave, with only a couple times a flashlight landed in your direction. But no one ever saw you.
Now that you were free and away from that insane lunatic, you carefully ran from the house. You didn't know where you were going, all you knew is that you wanted to let yourself go somewhere. With no destination and no set mind, you found yourself at a club. Isn't that funny. The place you left off, but it was different. It's not the same club, but it had the same vibe. Drunken bodies dancing on each other, men and woman laughing with glasses in hand. What led you here in the first place? Why didn't you try going home?
Your mind didn't linger on that thought for long, you just knew that something told you to be here in this place at this moment. And whatever the reason was, you listened. Allowing your body to guide you through many close people, many hands grabbing at your waist for you to dance with them, and through many eyes watching as if you were the main character in a story, you landed yourself at the bar.
Given the fact that you didn't know what to do other than buy yourself a drink with Baekhyuns card, the air seemed thinner. Like it was biting you in the back, like you did something wrong.
Turn back, it warned, somethings not right. Leave! But still you questioned what was wrong. You felt fine and happy now that you left. But why did it feel wrong?
A few moments later, after downing a few glasses of whatever drink you ordered, you somehow found yourself dancing on the floor with a random guy. The area was tight, bodies smashed into each other, girls grinding on their boyfriends and girlfriends, just what your drunken mind did to the man. Even you couldn't tell how he looked, your eyes failing to get a clear sight of him, you wanted to think he was handsome.
The intoxication was getting to you, the more you danced the more you felt eyes glaring into your face, observing from a far. Such a thing was just your mind playing games- nothing more, nothing less. Just a game.
It wasn't a game, you weren't as far gone as you thought. Eyes were staring into your soul, devilishly eating you up with faux sympathy.... Sympathy? Hostility.
You had to look- search the room for where those eyes came from and why they never left your mind. Until your own finally landed on a pair of black, twilight like eyes. His composer; calm, sitting cross-legged in his seat, sipping his glass of alcohol with one arm resting on the arm rest. He looked delicious, so enticing, but you shouldn't think such things, not with a man like him.
You don't know why you decided to walk towards him or why you thought it was a good idea to stay in the building anymore, yet something dragged you like a dog on a leash, thrusting you forward like this was fate. Clearly it wasn't going to end well for you.
"Oh kitten," The man smirked, "did you really think it would be that easy?"
↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄
♡ words. 4k
+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling
imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking.
...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him.
meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things.
he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other.
it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.
what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch.
i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but
you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there
“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”
finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...
....and hits his pinky toe on the bed
oh the pain
great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover
lots of head pats
at least twenty of them
so many head pats
more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess
you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime
and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat
anyway
baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it
adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone
endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop
so far so good sir pinky toe
but he just goes on and on
you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it
it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show
to be fair he’s not the only one
you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed
baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first
but tragically
he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud
now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down
but nope it went elsewhere did it
you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that
looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself
taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.
baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already
may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night
... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection
animal cruelty
moving on
you figure that a change of location might be a good idea
baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip
he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it
now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it
next up is rope
what could possibly go wrong
he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today
and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over
but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms
looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s
what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball
chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all
wait that rhymed
anyhow
even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece
ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready
baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.
sorry comrade
the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you
and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man
baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated
maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on
if that doesn’t give you away
the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it
how the fuck did that happen
how do you even manage to do that
eager are we
after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess
so whipping and bondage are off the programme
this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment
and they’re literally called s and m
...humiliation is next
when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off
and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right
life is an illusion
you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up.
carrying on the joke, you correct him every time.
“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”
it ends up as you doing what you always do
teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.
because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!”
which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected
he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not
guess what’s gonna ensue
wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here.
and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth.
kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged
something ain’t right
if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise.
the fuck
your poor guts my god
what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device
to which your pussy agrees in unison
how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore
there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal
or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go
probably sleeping for three days straight
alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat
that’s another point off the list
the more you know
carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing
comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries
you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause
baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography
and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once
where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened
if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way
safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking
leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something
and being orderly to xiumin
another rug could have been knitted my friends
moving on dot org
so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.
that one should work out right?
proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan).
reality: his hand gets tangled up completely.
while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself.
in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note?
mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one
that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme
every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ
lord have mercy
you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours
cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days
like, no mercy bitch
you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants
sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you
baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye
and you keep your eyes closed
but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.
same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.
and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now
this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic
baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial
he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”
needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you
like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery
and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever
is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol
actually
there’s something that does work out for once
because no rule without exceptions indeed
because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple
baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going.
cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors.
...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist
even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff
it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again
this poor man just can’t win
and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do
baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.
your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all.
you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact.
unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say
pretty eye-opening moment for him
in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.
at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?”
baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.
how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?
it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.
in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills
baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart
you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you.
when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier.
the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well.
baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.
you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it.
when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.
you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something.
result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on.
daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.
um. so there’s that. the more you know.
baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.
who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out.
... you both safeword at the same time.
that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then.
you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.
like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you.
the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them.
he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.
baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.
or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.
ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display.
cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know.
anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking.
... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.
...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.
gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.
at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”
needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.
for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising.
mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist.
it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right.
baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.
cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.
and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.
if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay).
except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.
or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.
in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously.
whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically.
baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town.
you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.
if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day.
at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.
if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually.
exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway.
no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend
and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.
you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.
baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.
and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.
hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle
your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future.
you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it.
or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).
long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.
more subby stuff: m.list + ao3
↳⎡FINAL NOTE⎦i love writing crack lmao i hope you were rolling on the floor like i did 😂 write me your favorite part in the comments so we can laugh again and buy me a ko-fi if you wanna 👍
You and Tao are in the middle of an argument when an unexpected guest arrives. Will you both survive the uninvited pest? Is this the end of your relationship? And will Tao ever get his ice cream?
Warnings -
Suggestive / implied sexual content, swearing, violence, death and violence (non-major character)
A/N -
This fanfic is inspired by a similar scene in Shaun Of The Dead.
It is apart of the EXO collab The Undead run by @biaswreckingfics. Please check out the Masterlist and the other writers of this collab!
KPOP Masterlist
There they sit all in a row, polished and protected from the elements inside their glass encasings. A collector's dream. Perfect for daddy. Never aging. Never changing. Their creepy eyes unwavering.
Tao’s beloved BearBrick Babies will live forever if cared for correctly unlike your delicate flowers which last less than a season. Their frailty is the draw for you. Unlike these obnoxious toys that he can’t seem to get enough of them, flowers are alive.
Turning to look back outside the window, rage brews as you stare out the window, the obnoxious teal muscle car blocking the view of the garden you spent weeks planting. Is it too much to ask for this one small thing? It took painstaking effort to arrange the perfect garden. You had even done it with inferior tools. After planting your beautiful flowers, you had thrown the disastrous gardening supplies out in last week's trash. The new ones will be arriving any day now. Tools that are sure to make you feel as pretty as the flowers you plant.
The sun room is a place where you’re meant to be able to escape and you can’t even have that. The anger crescendos into a squeal of frustration as you realise the angle of the car suggests the flowers you placed into the ground just yesterday have been run over and are currently shredded under the flashy tires of the eyesore Tao decided to buy on a whim. He might as well smash all your fine china as well, just destroy everything you love.
The floorboards squeak above as the plant killer himself makes his way from the bedroom down the stairs. Each step creaks from wear and tear, a reminder of another thing that needs to be fixed. Of course, instead of coughing up the money for house maintenance, Tao decided to buy a ferrari.
“Why are you carrying on so early? I was trying to sleep.”
If this were a cartoon, there would be flames rising from your exaggerated, beetroot-stained face as you turn to address the oblivious man. He didn’t even bother to get dressed, adorned in his Dragon Ball Z socks and the boxer briefs he found online with his face (his own face!) on them, a toothy grin spreading across his manhood. And of course he had to ask you to suck him off that one time while he was wearing them. You'll never forget that horrific moment no matter how deep you hide it in the back of your mind. Just one of the many ridiculous experiences Tao decided he couldn’t live without trying.
Looking at him, you're surprised by the tousled hair and dark rings. He had gone to bed early last night after throwing a fit about you eating the last Cornetto. Carmel. It was delicious and you’re glad you ate it.
“The flowers.” The words are soft as you hold back your fury, you don’t want to start another fight. Not on the first work-free day you’ve had together in over three months.
“What flowers? I don’t see any flowers.”
“You don’t see the flowers because your nasty vehicle destroyed them,” you say, your fists tight balls. “I thought we agreed to park in the garage, which is why we bought the damn thing.”
The clench of his jaw signals the beginning of an argument. He’s stubborn and even though he knows what he’s done is wrong, you’re willing to bet he’s about to push back, probably bring up something he feels you’ve done to justify his mistake.
“It’s a bit hard to fit in the garage when you practically double park. You shouldn’t be allowed out on the road with the way you drive.”
Bingo. He knows how much you hate to drive. It’s something you avoid whenever possible. The idea that other people's lives are in your hands every time you get behind the vehicle is enough to keep you from enjoying it. Walking is just easier. If it’s somewhere close, like say your mother's house, it’s easier to just walk.
“Well at least I didn’t buy some ridiculously overpriced pussy magnet.”
“Pussy magnet?”
“Pussy magnet!”
“How is that-”
“We all know the only reason you bought it is so you can soak in all the heart-eyed girls from work. And your incel friends that think of you as their God,” you say, your voice pitching up as he tries to interrupt. “Pride is a sin, baby. It’s such a male ego move and you must know that as they praise you, they’re all thinking about what it is you're overcompensating for.” As you finish you hold up your pinky and wiggle it around.
“Fuck off. I don’t have a small dick.”
“I know that but they don’t,” you say with a shrug. You're sick of his constant need for validation.
“God, you’re a vindictive harpy. Why are you such a bitch in the morning?”
“Why do you care so much? Because you know I’m right.”
“You sound like your mother.”
“Fuck you.”
“Two harpies living in the same city is bad enough as it is and then she just had to go and move in just two blocks from us. She just had to, didn't she? Like a leech she follows you wherever you go and it’s me who’s always stuck dealing with her.”
“Like you can talk! You think your mother is a saint?”
“Don’t bring up my mother!”
“Then don’t bring up mine!”
“I can’t keep living like this. Every day I want to wrap my hands around your pretty little neck and snap it like a twig,” he says, venom dripping from his lips as his eyes bore into yours.
“Go ahead then. Snap my pretty little neck,” you say, jutting out your chin in an act of defiance. He would never touch you, not like that. Tao may be a lot of things but he has never hurt you and you know he never will.
“I’m going for a drive,” he says, turning towards the door but stopping in front of the window.
“Just go then.” What is he waiting for?
“There’s a girl in the garden.”
“Oh? Go on, then. If you think you can do better. Run off with your new girl.”
“No, there’s really a girl out there. Look.”
At first you think he’s talking about his car until you see her too. Her strawberry blonde curls fall across her slack, ashen face as she wobbles back and forth behind the teal car. “What the fuck? Is she drunk?”
Tao taps his knuckles against the window, swearing under his breath when she ignores him before using sweeping gestures with his arms to get her attention. It works. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her head lolls to the side. She starts to shuffle forward, her white slippers with Sheraton written across the side kicking up dirt as she walks towards the window. She must have walked over from the hotel - it’s only a five minute walk from here. She must have gotten turned around in her intoxicated stupor.
As she gets closer you can see her dirt-crusted elbows and knees and a strange red smudge across her nose and her left cheek. Even with the blemish she is practically perfect. No makeup but under the white robe is a black lace lingerie one piece that pushes her up in all the right places, making her look like a Barbie doll. Frowning, you tug at your shirt, pushing your breasts up and wiggling them back and forth. They don’t compare to her and you look over at Tao with a glare. Of course he’s looking at her. Pig.
“She’s pissed!” Tao laughs before shaking his head, walking in the direction of the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll go and chase her out.”
“I’m not worried but Tao...”
“What now? I thought I was doing you a favour here.”
“You’re in your underwear.”
“Yeah? Well maybe our new friend shouldn’t have gotten shitfaced last night,” he says with a stubborn flick of the brow before opening the front door and walking out of view. You dig into your purse hanging off a hook in the hallway, apply some lipstick then follow.
“Excuse me but I need you to get off my property.”
“Our property.”
“For fucks sake,” Tao says, looking over his shoulder at you from the walkway connecting your door to the driveway before glancing back at the girl standing by the window. She turns back towards him with staggered steps, one of her Sheraton slippers lost in the grass, forgotten behind her as she makes her way over to Tao. “We’re just trying to have a quiet morning and I can’t do that with some rando in the garden.”
“Technically it’s just the lawn.”
“I swear to God, woman.”
“Well it is. The garden is the area your ridiculous little car is currently parked in,” you say with a shrug as the drunk girl gets closer, her eyes locked in on Tao as he turns around to you.
“Is this really the time? Why are you always on my dick? I am-” Right as he steps towards you, the drunk swipes at the air behind him, a soft gurgling sound erupting from her small frame. “Holy shit, lady.”
“She’s smashed!” you laugh, starting to walk down the path to the pair, adjusting your hair as you walk.
“Looks like you had a great night,” Tao says with a chuckle, shaking his head. “Whoa, whoa hands to yourself there.”
“Oh, another one of your fangirls?”
He’s gorgeous. People flock to his sexy aura but this is getting ridiculous. You have to be worried about these desperate freaks coming to your home now? This one is half naked and practically throwing herself at him, her hands grabbing at his naked skin.
“Very funny,” he says while trying to push the lush off, her hands caressing him as she starts to bite the air right by his face. He stumbles and they both fall to the ground.
“Oh wow, looks like she’s got the hots for you.” This wanton slut. “I mean, don’t let me stop you, just pretend I’m not here, I guess.”
“She is attacking me,” Tao says, his voice starting to lose its lighthearted edge as his muscles tense to keep her in place.
“And with our relationship already on the rocks.” You bend down to take a selfie with the pair on your phone. “Proof for the lawyers.”
“She’s bloody strong! Help me get her off,” Tao sputters, avoiding her gnashing teeth.
“I can’t help but think this is exactly what you deserve,” you say but after seeing his wide eyes and pressed lips, you grab her arm, pulling her back. Tao rolls out from under her and you let her fall face first to the ground. No guilt; she shouldn’t have gotten blackout drunk, she shouldn’t be on your property and she shouldn’t be touching your Tao.
She moans in pain on the ground, trying to get back up. Well, maybe a little guilt. She does have such a pretty face.
“Ma’am, we need you to leave now. You’ve had your fun. Now this is getting old,” you say as she gets back up to her feet, no more Sheraton slippers. “Just go home and sleep it off.”
There are grass stains on her white shirt. Her feet are bare as she hoists each leg one after the other in peculiar, jagged movements, each grueling step bringing her staggering towards you.
Stepping back, you look over to Tao who shrugs. “Just call the police.”
You pull out your phone and start to dial as he looks around the yard for supplies. He jogs over to the side of the house. The girl turns to watch him, her whole body jerking in his direction before turning back to you. The sounds of Tao ransacking the shed drift to the background as the polite message from the emergency line tells you ‘all lines are currently busy’. Too bad if this was a real emergency. What is this city coming to?
“Shit,” you say, the phone slipping from your fingers and crashing to the cold concrete below. Shattered. Fuck.
When you stand up, smashed phone in hand, the drunk girl is disturbingly close. Her stale breath is warm against your face and her dirty hands push roughly against your shoulders. Her teeth are tinged pink inside her wide mouth and smelling of rancid meat. You can’t help yourself - you scream out for Tao.
Her fingertips cling for a moment before being ripped from your shoulders. The girl flings back a few feet where she then stumbles and falls. Tao is holding a large rake in front of him, both hands holding the wooden handle, the metal tines edging threateningly towards her. As she starts to get back up, you wonder why she’s doing this, why she won’t just leave.
“Get back woman, I mean it.” Tao jabs the rake a few times towards her but it doesn’t deter her.
“I doubt a rake is going to scare her.”
“It’s the only thing in the damn shed worth anything. There is so much junk in there, do you ever clean it out?”
“I guess I’ll add it to my list of things to do,” you say as you both back up a little towards the wall as she approaches painstakingly slow. “I ordered new tools. I was going to try and tidy it up then.”
“I’m warning you,” he says to the drunk, pushing against her roughly with the rake, his back now up against the red brick of the house. “Did you call the police?”
“They didn’t answer.”
“They didn’t answer?”
“That’s what I said. They were busy.”
“Well, try them again.”
“I can’t.” He glances over at you from the corner of his eyes, exasperated as he continues to hold the girl back. “I dropped my phone. It’s broken.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Tao almost growls, his fingers digging deeper into the handle. Pushing back the woman while spitting out profanities, he digs the prongs of the rake into her ribs. She doesn't stop, instead turning towards you, her hands outstretched. Before she is able to get close, Tao jams the rake into her chest, the tines drawing blood as they gouge deep into her skin. “Get lost!”
“Holy shit, Tao!” She falls on her back flush against the manicured lawn, the erect rake sprouting out of her flesh. “You killed her!”
Tao steps back, his face blank, then turns to you. His eyes flicker across your face and body, his hands joining in their search. “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?”
“No. What do we do?” Your whispered breath is shaky. “We can go buy a shovel and bury her under the garden. This isn’t so bad. In fact she’ll make great fertilizer.”
“What the fuck? It was self defense,” he says, an incredulous look on his face. “I appreciate the ride or die mentality but-”
He stops mid sentence as you gasp, your eyes widening as Sheraton Barbie rises, arms out stiff in alignment with the wooden handle still protruding from her chest.
“There’s no way.”
The wood sticking out of her body flails senseless and free, back and forth as she sways, each staggering step creeping closer. Tao looks over and you both burst out laughing, the image of the rake thrashing about while still embedded within this undead woman is too much to bear. You continue to laugh until she’s too close to ignore, stepping back a few spaces before you both run to the front door. Leaning against the door, you look over at each other and laugh again.
“Let’s call the police,” Tao says, grabbing his phone from the living room table. Pushing a few buttons, he presses it to his ear. After a moment of silence he says, “It’s busy.”
“I told you.”
“Yes, but it’s still busy,” he says, handing you the phone. “Hold that and let me know when they answer.”
“Where are you going?”
“We need to find weapons. Something to use against that- that thing.”
“She’s dead. You killed Sheraton Barbie.”
He looks at you with one eyebrow raised before he nods. “I’m well aware of that.”
“I mean, I think she might be a zombie.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” A loud thump on the door makes you both jump and when you turn to look, the Sheraton Barbie is outside. Her grubby hands press against your window and the wooden rake sticks out lengthwise against the glass as she chews the air looking right at you. Every time she moves the rake moves with her, thudding hard against the window.
“She’s going to break it,” you say, looking up at him. “What do we have down here that we can use? What about your Bearbrick Babies?”
“Don’t even joke.”
“They’re right there. It’s in the name. They are freaking bricks, Tao,” you say, pointing towards the case holding his collection, the pristine gleam of the clear glass calling out to be opened. The banging of wood on glass from outside punctures the silence every three to four seconds. “We don’t have many options.”
“I would rather that trashy, drunk undead ‘Barbie’ break in here and rip out my intestines while I’m still alive. We are not hurting the Bearbrick’s. We have other options.”
The banging increases. It’s every one to two seconds now. The audible sound of glass cracking ringing out throughout the room. “Well you better find something else quick or we won’t have a goddamn window.”
“Fuck.” Tao squeezes his head, the force of his hands against his skull turning his knuckles white.
“Ah!” You dive to the bottom of the display case's shelf, the one covered in a light blue marble. You slide open the door and pull out two large metal boxes and slide them across the floor. “What about this?”
“The Rolexs?” He frowns, hesitant. Another crack echoes off the walls as the zombie outside tries to get in.
“Well I don’t think throwing the table or lounge chair is gonna do it.”
“Why do I have to throw my precious collections? What about your china?”
“The fine china? My fine china? Why would I-”
Another crack, this time right before the window smashes inward. Sheraton Barbie on the other side is already starting to climb in. Behind her you see another zombie at the edge of the lawn, close to the road but making his way toward the house. The sound of this stupid, dead bitch breaking your window must have gotten his attention.
The fuck nut zombie inside knocks over your kaleidoscope-coloured crystal vases and your fine china tea sets with that stupid, stupid wooden stick and you scream out in frustration. First your garden and now your fine china. Is nothing sacred? Your vision starts to blur on the fringes of your eyesight as a wet rage builds.
“Just do something!”
“I don’t think freaking out about your little tea set is going to help the current situation,” he says, lunging over the sofa and jamming his palm onto the wooden stick to hold back the zombie.
“I am calm,” you growl, giving each word emphasis before grabbing one of his silly little watches and throwing it towards Sheraton Barbie. It hits her straight in between the eyes then bounces, ricocheting off the handle and slingshotting back up against her chest. It lodges itself in one of the widening holes created by the rake.
“What the hell? Did you just throw my Rolex? Did you throw my Rolex? Did you just throw my damn Rolex and now it’s got zombie gunk on it?”
“Well, wasn't it last season anyway?”
“Last season? It doesn’t really work that way and if it did, no ‘season’ is any less important than the last when it comes to a Rolex. They’re timeless.”
“There’s a zombie in the living room, Tao.”
“I am well aware of what is in the house, sweetheart,” he says, accentuating the last word as he nods towards the undead woman.
“Well, what about this one? When did you last wear this?” The silver watch dangles from your index finger as you hold it in front of your eyes while you use your other hand to search for the next sturdy Rolex to throw.
“I wouldn’t dare to wear that one.”
‘Oh, great, then this one?” You throw the watch and this one bounces off her temple. Gnashing teeth turn your way. Tao moans, his staggered breath punctuated by moisture building up around his eyes as he holds steadfast. Good. He deserves it. “It’s not working. They’re too soft, Tao.”
“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out.”
“We need to use the Bearbrick Babies. They are good for nothing. Literally useless,” you say, jumping up and running towards the case.
“Fuck that. Hold this,” he says, leading the zombie over and shoving the handle into your hand. Pain trickles throughout your palm from what you are certain will be splinters. “Hold her and stop throwing my stuff.”
“Wait.”
He doesn’t. He runs past you and around the corner before you hear the familiar sound of his footfalls on the wooden steps as he continues on to your bedroom.
Her stench is unbearable; you can smell death on your lips. Turning to look out the window, you notice the other zombie is halfway across the yard. His lifeless eyes lock on the shattered frame.
This is not how you want to die. Where is Tao? As long as you don’t die before he gets here, it should be okay. He won’t let anything happen to you… right?
Right as a tear rolls down your face, the moisture seeping into your dry skin, you hear the thumping sounds of Tao running back down the stairs. He dashes out from behind the corner now wearing jeans and a white sleeveless shirt. Yesterday's outfit that was carelessly thrown across the room last night. There’s something off about him. Searching him over a few times, you notice it. At first you had mistaken the silver glint as an accessory.
“Is that a gun?”
“If it looks like a gun and acts like a gun then I guess it must be a gun.”
“Where did you get that from?”
“Not in the safe, that's for sure,” he says, bitterness on his lips as he raises the weapon towards the zombie that now has you pinned against the wall, her arms flailing out in every direction, desperate for your flesh. “Nope, couldn’t put it there. Not after you randomly changed the code on me.”
“You kept that gun in the house? After I told you to get rid of it?”
He’s upset because you needed a place to keep your documents and all his friends know his combination, which he in turn said wasn’t a big deal. It’s not that you don’t trust his friends, but why should everyone have the code? If everyone can get into the safe, what’s the point of it? And you bought it after all, it’s only right that you be the one that makes the code.
“Yeah, that's right. It's a good thing too,” he says, waving at Sheraton Barbie with a crooked smile.
“A zombie apocalypse is an outlier, Tao!”
The zombie lurches forward, the rake squelching inside her undead skin until it passes completely through to the other side, leaving you face to face with her bared teeth. Screeching, you push against her chest, leaning away from the overwhelming stench of decay leaking from her mouth as the other one starts to paw at the windowsill. This is it. This is where you die. This is how your pathetic life finally comes to an end. What has it all been for?
Fireworks penetrate your thoughts. Two loud pops. Sheraton Barbie falls to the floor with a thud and your eardrums vibrate.
“Gross! What the fuck, Tao!” A tremble rumbles across your skin and you feel pressure like when high altitudes pop your ears. After a few seconds, your hearing resets to its original level of capacity. Your face scrunches up as you pluck pieces of Sheraton Barbie out of your hair. “My eardrums might never recover.”
“Don’t be dramatic.” He puts the gun into the holster and upon noticing your glare he continues. "You’ll be fine. It will settle in a few minutes. It’s only a 45mm.”
“Only.”
“And what would you suggest instead?”
“I don’t know, a knife?”
“And use the good cutlery? I’d never hear the end of it,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It’s not your fault that whenever he tries to make something in the kitchen something ends up broken. It’s not the cost of replacing the item, it’s the inconvenience.
“That’s it!” You are done. You refuse to be in the same room as this Neanderthal for a moment longer. The way he prances around the house, fists beating against his chest. The way he makes you feel like you can’t do anything right. “I’m going to my mother’s house.”
“In the middle of a zombie apocalypse?!"
“I’d rather die out there than be stuck in here with a plant killer like you.” You grab your envelope clutch from the entryway table, slamming the door on the way out. “I’d rather die out here than live in there with you.”
A pout forms on your chapped lips as you walk down the walkway thinking of all the cutting words you could have said instead, the ways you could have hurt him but didn’t. You restrained yourself yet again for the betterment of the relationship. You always put him first and here he is sending you outside when he knows you left your keys inside and he knows you’re too stubborn to turn around and get them now. How could you when you’ve already gotten this far? Why would he send you out into the cold in the middle of a zombie invasion?
Reaching the footpath in front of the house, you turn in the direction of your mother's house that, as Tao so eloquently put it, is only two streets away. The walk will do you good - the fresh air and the quiet. The deafening silence is just what you need. The empty streets, the absence of children's laughter and blaring horns. The empty red Buick with all four doors open, its front bumper wrapped around the wooden telephone pole while smoke spirals from its engine. It’s all so refreshing. The absence of humanity.
Continuing down the next street, the smell of rot and rust in the air, you turn the corner and run straight into a crowd of the restless undead, their mouths slack and their eyes lifeless. There’s about fifteen of them and they’re blocking the walkway. They haven’t seen you yet, their attention instead on the young couple in front of them. The pair are holding hands up on trash cans that look ready to cave in at any moment.
The issue is how to get over to that side of the street without the horde noticing, because although they seem oblivious to you right now, the couple they currently have their eyes on have taken notice. What a bother.
“Help!” the woman yells out. You point to your ear and shrug, pretending you didn’t hear before trying to creep past them. “Please! We can’t hold them off for much longer!”
And just what the fuck do they expect you to do?
Before you can reply, the man tears his arm from hers and pushes her towards the zombies. Her screams quickly become gurgled gulps of blood as you stare slack-jawed after the prick now shimmying up one of the poles holding the awning above. So much for true love. Must all men be scum?
Turning away, you shake your head and decide to take this moment, the death of another hopeless woman in love, to not let her death be in vain. Right as you step out onto the road, a loud tearing sound echoes out over the groaning of the hoard of zombies.
“No, no, no. No!” It’s the dickless fuck. He’s hanging from the railing. The soft material of the awning now split in two, its nonchalant flapping drawing several of the mob. The ones not eating his girlfriend start to surround him and claw towards him, reaching with hungry sweeps of their arms. He looks to you with pleading eyes and calls out, “Help me. Please!”
You give him a thumbs down and mouth the words, ‘die bitch.’
And he will die. The first zombie that reaches him when his hold on the pole finally weakens digs her teeth into his ankle. It’s his partner. Poetic justice. He squeals and falls to the ground, his high pitched screams soon snuffed out by the crunching of teeth on flesh.
Shuffling as quietly as the tips of your shoes will allow, you dart across the street to the promise of safety and it pays off. They didn’t notice you, instead immersed in the meal already caught. Resisting a triumphant shout of achievement, you continue to walk down the pavement, your eyes glancing back at the group every so often to make sure you haven’t been seen.
Turning back to face the street ahead you’re caught off guard when a lady dressed in classic black skinny jeans, a white tucked in shirt, business black kitten heels and a tan blazer walks out from the boutique and slams right into you. Her face is perfect, eyebrows plucked and lined, not a single lash out of place. If it wasn’t for the small smudge of her red lipstick spread across her slack jaw you might not have noticed anything was wrong.
Fuck. You should have thought of the stores. What an amateur move.
Before you have time to ponder your mistake, hands grab you from behind, a hoarse moan accompanying the stench of wet dirt and old pasta sauce. It’s too much. The thought of it ending this way, sandwiched between this cheap business woman and the man who loves meatballs a little too much, it's depressing and not at all the type of threesome you wanted. You scream. It’s a guttural noise that reverberates from chest to throat in a painful spiral.
It’s a mistake of course. The booming sound echoes out across the street, bringing the unwanted attention of the horde of undead looking for something more exciting to snack on now that the asshole has gone cold. Caught between the two creatures, you kick the woman hard in the chest, causing her to stagger backwards. Ducking from the tall man still leaning over you with his teeth bared, you crouch down while kicking out your leg and slamming it against his knees. He topples over in time for you to turn back to the woman who is now lunging at you on the floor. You roll to the side and let her fall face first into the concrete pavement.
Fuck.
Three more are behind her, exiting the boutique. Tears spring to your eyes out of frustration. Not fear. You refuse to be scared. Scared people act stupid in these situations and get themselves killed. No, you will not be dying here today.
You take a quick look at the three zombies. There’s a queen of hearts sticking out from the breast pocket of one of the old women and when you see it, a glint of metal catches your eye. One of them has a cane. Sorry Grandma but this firecracker refuses to be taken down by an old bridge group.
Spinning on your toes, you dart out of their direct line of contact before kicking the old lady square on the left knee. She buckles and as she goes down you grab the silver cane. Is this considered elderly abuse? You can’t think for long because the other two are coming towards you and the one you took out is already wobbling to her feet.
“Let’s do this, you ugly bastards.”
Holding the cane out in front of you with both hands on the end, you jab at them Three Stooges-style: one in the eyes, one in the gut, one across the ear. In quick succession you jab at them over and over again until your arm aches. Then you dash past them, holding them back by the length of the wood.
“Haha!" Cheerful glee drips from your words as you continue down the street. Looking over your shoulder for the last time, you poke your tongue out and turn down the next street. You ram into another zombie. This one grabs your arm to take a bite. You kick him in the shin and start to beat him over the head with the cane when he folds over in pain. “Just die, you bastard!”
“What the fuck!"
It’s Tao.
“Oh my god! I thought you were one of them!”
“What the fuck!?”
“Oh Tao! Tao!” You squeal, pulling him up to his feet and hugging him. “Thank God you’re here!”
“That hurts like a bitch,” he says, holding you with one arm as he shakes his leg and rubs the top of his head. He’s so strong. You know it doesn’t even hurt him at all. He’s come and saved you. You’re safe!
“Oh, Tao.” Holding him tighter, you let your legs give way underneath you, finally allowing the stress of the day to wash over you. “You came for me. You came to save me. I knew you would. I knew you couldn’t live without me, Tao!”
“Well, I mean, I knew you would get yourself killed out here,” he says, dragging you by one arm into the alleyway right as the limping, caneless grandma from the previous street turns the corner and walks past aimless and hungry, followed closely by her slack-mouthed friends. Tao’s quick thinking saved you again. He’s so brave. He’s so smart. He’s such a man.
“I-” He holds a finger to your lips, stopping you from drawing attention to your hiding spot, and you can’t help but admire his reflexes. Instead of pushing him away like you usually would, you step closer. His base scent of pink pepper, limes and amber wood is provocative and you want the taste of him on your lips.
Grinning up at him, you grab his finger still hovering in front of lips and suck on it, taking it in all the way to the knuckle and making a soft plop sound as you pull back to his fingertip. You kiss each digit, your eyes glued to his. The quirk of his brow is the only response as you kiss up his hand, his arm and his shoulder. A glint of something you haven’t seen in months flickers across his face before he pulls you into his embrace, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other circling your neck.
It’s fire. The look in his eyes. The look he lost. It’s desire in its rawest form. He wants you and you can’t blame him - you’re quite the catch - but after today you can admit that he is too. A hero. The type of man you can depend on no matter the situation.
Biting your lip, you lean into his chest. An animalistic urge to take him where you stand in this dirty back alley, wild and free of worry, builds up inside, right next to the searing heat within your gut. Heat that threatens to spread like wildfire and burn you both down for being so foolish to play with matches in the forest. The type of fire that leaves nothing. Spontaneous and unyielding.
Your thoughts start to muddle as his lips press against yours with the same desperate need that mirrors your own. Your hands grasp with reckless lust, clawing at this shirt, needing skin to skin contact. His chest is tight under your fingertips that mark and claim his body. He belongs to you and to you alone and you wonder why things were even going south lately. He’s fucking sexy. The burning desire and aching love you feel for Tao now might well be the same as the first time you realized he was your one love, your other half.
He places creamy kisses across your neck before biting your bottom lip. He sucks on your tongue as he squeezes your ass. The taste of him is salty and bitter like that of a margarita on a warm summer's night. A small moan exits your lips and his eyes shift to the entryway of the alley before he pulls you closer, your hips flush against his as he lifts you like a doll, defenseless in his arms. Defenseless but safe. His toned arms engulf you as he continues to fuck your mouth with his magic tongue and you can’t help but think of all the things you want him to do with it.
As if the heavens themselves are opening up for you, a light drizzle of rain starts to fall upon you, deepening the romance. The dark cramped alley, Tao covered in blood, and now it's raining; it’s as if you are in a movie. A romantic comedy, Tao and you the stars. The signs out on display, it was fate that you and your soulmate had saved each other from a fate worse than death.
Grinding against him, you nip at his tongue with a muted chuckle, your swollen lips crushing against his. Then his sweet, salty taste starts to change into something less appealing. Something… sour, acidic yet metallic.
“What the hell?” Separating, you both look up, the romantic rain actually rusty, red water coming from the pipe off the gutter above you. It stains your clothes, Tao’s white shirt turning an atrocious shade of pink.
“It suits you,” you say, laughing before slapping a hand over your mouth and looking down the alley. No movement. Yet.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s hilarious,” he whispers with a tilt of irritation on his lips. He grabs your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as he leads you back to the street's entrance. “Let’s go home.”
“Okay.” Although you are closer to your mother's place you don’t argue, knowing he must have one thing in mind for when you return, your hearts and bodies now aligned. He needs you as much as you need him and you’ve proven that today. After all he was your saviour, your knight in shining armour, cutting through the hordes of beasts in the way of his one true love. He’s amazing.
“Jesus Christ,” he says under his breath as he looks down the street. His face is scrunched up in pain as he says, “That guy's dick has been chewed straight off.”
“He really is a dickless fuck.” When Tao quirks his brow, you shake your head. “It’s what he deserved. Believe me.”
Making your way back down the streets that separate you from your home, Tao is ready to jump in front of you whenever danger strikes. Although there are less zombies on the way home, there is a close call with a Chihuahua. Once the crisis is averted, Tao limps down the street in remembrance of his brave act. It takes less time to return. Most of the zombies wandering the streets are in pairs or alone, easy to evade.
As you turn onto your own street, your home in view, you lean into Tao and let him guide you up your driveway with your fingers still entwined with his. Nothing can ruin this moment. Not the broken window or the dead zombie slumped under said window, not even the crushed flowers under Tao’s ridiculously overpriced pussy magnet muscle car. And although yes, a small part of you was hoping that he would carry you inside bridal-style, you don’t let that get to you either, because nothing is perfect and that’s okay. It’s okay because it's almost perfect.
You don’t let the fact that Tao didn’t remove Sheraton Barbie from the living room get to you. It’s not like you’re strong enough to get her out of here, anyway. A delicate flower like you should be taken care of and you know you will be. You know that Tao will get rid of her soon. He was just in too much of a rush to come and find you. If the house looked like he had cleaned up, it would be suspicious. Kind of like the fact that his watches are all put back inside the case inside the glass cabinet. His watches are all safe and packed away. How lovely.
No, you refuse to be brought down in this moment, a moment of pure bliss by anything. Not even by Tao turning on the TV and flipping through the channels.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see if there’s any news about what’s been happening,” he says with a frown as he stares at the television, each channel providing the same blank static as the next.
“I thought we were gonna, you know,” you mutter, touching the ends of your pointer fingers together. “I mean, that whole rescue thing got me pretty hot.”
“Yeah, it’s hot out there.” He continues to switch through channels as he walks over to the bookcase behind the couch, grabbing the ancient satellite radio.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“What?”
“We had a moment, Tao! What about our moment? It was romantic!”
“Are you crazy?” He is looking at you now, finally paying attention to you. “Are you talking about that psycho move you pulled in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse that ended in us being drowned in rusty pipe water? That romantic moment?”
“Yes, Tao! It was a sign that we are meant to be together. Didn’t you feel it?”
“A sign?” he laughs, shaking his head while fiddling with the radio. “I felt an intense desire to fuck my kinky wife who was obviously going off the rails after dealing with this whole traumatic event and you obviously needed comfort and who was I to deny you that? But a sign? It’s literal Armageddon out there and I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on.”
“It needs batteries and we have none that size in the house.”
“What?”
“The bloody radio, arsehole,” you yell, turning your back to hide your tears. How had he not felt it? It was as if he hadn’t been there with you at all. It was like magic and he was denying everything you felt. “I thought you cared about this marriage. I thought you cared about us.”
“Hey.” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight enough that you can’t breathe for a moment as he lifts you in the air and swings you around. “I do care about this marriage.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“You know, when you left I thought, 'Good riddance, and don’t come back.'” He ignores your huff as he continues, “I did. I thought about how peaceful it would be without you. But then the longer you were gone, the more deafening the silence became. There was a knot forming in my chest and all I could think about was what I was meant to do without you if you didn’t return.”
“Really?”
“Of course, you idiot.” He pushes his pointer finger against your cheekbone before lightly touching his forehead to yours, your breath connected in unison. “I didn’t realize it was that bad out there or I wouldn’t have let you leave at all.”
“As if you could have stopped me,” you say, biting the inside of your lip.
“You think I couldn’t have?”
His eyes sparkle with a mischievous gleam, a smirk spreading across his face as he spins you towards the recliner and pins you underneath him. Leaning close he whispers your name as he brushes his lips against yours. Squeezing your ass, your hips lift up to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, singing a song only they know the words to. Your hand digs into his hair and you suck on his tasty lips before he pulls back with a start. He leaps up to his feet and walks towards the door.
“What? Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the store - do you want anything?”
“Are you serious right now? I swear to God,” you say the words behind clenched teeth, your hands balled up into little fists. How can this man be so oblivious? “Also I don’t know if you noticed this but there just so happen to be zombies out there!”
“Yeah? So? I want a Cornetto. I think I work hard enough for this household to give myself a treat.”
“Oh and I don’t, I guess. It’s always I work so hard. I do this. Well I work hard, too! I cook, I clean. I do a lot around here and I am sick of your condescending attitude!”
“Listen. I’m going to get some batteries and a Cornetto and at this point I might not get you anything!”
“Get me some chocolate milk. The expensive one. The cheap ones upset my tummy,” you say with a pout.
“Anything for my princess.” He kisses you on the temple with a sly chuckle before saying, “And when I get back we can fuck since I know you want to so bad.”
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