disclaimer you CANNOT blame me for what im about to do ok... i mean... look at him
just look at his arms.
content. 18+ under the cut. MDNI !!!, choking, breath play??? chanyeol chokes you out lol :p, overstimulation, teasing, degradation, belly bulging, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, aftercare, he's a sweetie pie.
When you first brought up the idea to your boyfriend, he was reluctant and hesitant, almost downright refusing to even think about it because he was so worried about hurting you. It was cute and sweet, his attentive behaviour towards you and your wellbeing is a trait of Chanyeol’s you love and adore. Nothing is missed when it comes to him, and he always seemed to know your limits. But you wanted to push it so bad.
“Baby, I just… I don’t want to hurt you,” He had said, his voice soft. “I mean, what if I get too rough with you?”
You’re sitting in his lap, his palms resting on your hips and his thumbs pressing into the crease of your hips and thighs. He rubs your soft skin mostly out of habit, but partly just to soothe himself over the conversation. Your fingers pinch and bundle the hem of his shirt, nail just barely biting at his bare skin, maintaining strict eye contact with your boyfriend despite his constant fidgeting.
“I told you, Chanyeol,” you started firmly, bringing a hand up to his nape and letting your fingers brush the strands of his hair along his neck. “I trust you so much, I know you won’t hurt me… and I promise you if it gets to much I’ll stop you immediately”
You can almost see him thinking, his brain processing and reworking his previous opinions about your idea in the first place, biting the inside of his own cheek. Slowly but surely, he lifts his hand up and sticks his pinky out, a simple gesture but carrying the weight of a meaning that makes you beam with delight, hooking your own pinky around his in a promise.
That’s how you find yourself laying on your back against the bed sheets later that night, stripped of your clothing and your legs forced open by the body that sits between them. There's tears streaming down the sides of your face, mouth open wide with a pitched moan as Chanyeol plummets his fingers into your needy cunt, the lewd wet sound filling the dark room. It wasn’t a new occurrence, he loved spreading you open and keeping you that way to watch you writhing beneath him with no way of relieving yourself, surrendering completely to his fingers working you open to later fit his overwhelmingly thick length.
The difference now was his hand clamped around your neck, his fingers and thumb applying pressure along the sides of your neck to effectively block your ability to breathe properly. It heightened every bit of your senses, choked moans and cries spilling from your mouth as his fingers curl and slam into you, occasionally leaning over to spit on your clit just to brush his thumb against the swollen bud, never giving you full satisfaction. You hated and loved it all so much.
Chanyeol releases the pressure on your neck to allow you to breathe, slowing down the pace of his fingers and rubbing slow circles around your clit, thumb catching the hood, “Fuck, princess,” he coos, fingers curling inward as he presses down against the bud, the thumb on your neck caressing your skin. “You’re gorgeous like this, y’know. My good girl taking my fingers so well, even when you can barely breathe you just lay there and take it”
You nearly cry out at his words, an overwhelming surge of arousal pooling in your abdomen makes you squirm and buck your hips against his hand, gasping as his hand tightens around your neck once more. “Dirty girl, you’re so filthy,” He whispers, his tone laced with sweetness and admiration.
He slips his fingers out from your plush walls, observing your hole clenching around nothing but air, almost pleading to be filled again.
The hand around your neck drags down along your torso, fingers gentle against your skin in contrast to his actions just moments ago. “On your stomach, doll,” He says, his hand finding your hip to urge you onto your stomach, humming at your easy compliance as he lifts you onto your knees, his fingers grazing your folds and teasingly spreading you open
“Atta girl,” his voice is low and rough, his hand wrapping around his hard length and guiding the tip against your slit, hearing your muffled moans into the pillow as you push your hips back against his cock, watching it slip inside your hole. “My pretty girl is so needy”
Chanyeol's hands are suddenly cupping your breasts, fingers brushing against your perked nipples before hauling you up against his chest. He’s thrusting his cock into your greedy hole, curling his arm around your neck and trapping you against his chest, His bicep and forearm completely cutting off your ability to breathe, putting you in a headlock as he fills your pussy.
Your mouth hangs open, choked moans slipping out as he drives his length into you, his free hand resting along your lower stomach, fingers sprawled out and pressing against where your belly bulges from his dick. The feeling makes him moan.
“Fuck princess, I can’t get enough of you, you feel that? Just sucking me in and claiming every part of your insides, hm?” He groans into your ear, releasing the pressure around your neck for a moment, the high pitched moan coming from you has him speeding up his pace, slamming his hips against you.
“You like being completely helpless, doll? You can barely even breathe and you’re still whining for my cock,” He suddenly slows his pace, dragging the thick length along your walls as the hand splayed across your belly slips lower between your thighs, fingers collecting the slick that leaks around his cock from your pussy and circling it around your clit.
Chanyeol suddenly tightens his arm around your neck, slamming into you. “C’mon princess, cum just like this, dirty and pathetic all over my cock, just like you wanted too”
Your vision becomes spotty, your body convulsing from the overwhelming pleasure ripping through your body. You aren't even able to moan, strangled whines being all you can conjure as you cum, feeling the spurts of his own release filling your pussy and coating your walls in hot white semen.
You gasp as Chanyeol removes his arm from your neck, hands holding you firmly as he lowers you onto the sheets and slips himself out of you. His fingers are gentle, caressing your tender body and letting his hands cup your hips, then your waist. You take a moment to breathe and process everything, coming down from your high.
“You’re alright, princess? Was I too hard on you?” He suddenly asks, feeling him sink into the spot next to you on the bed. His hand caresses the curve of your waist, and when you open your eyes to look at him there's a worrisome look on his face. You feel his fingers suddenly touch your neck, barely grazing the skin.
“That was perfect, Chanyeol,” you smile widely, eyes half-lidded and in a daze, “please do it more, with your arm– god, that was so hot, babe”
You hear him chuckle, leaning in to gently kiss your cheek. “Okay princess, I’ll keep it in mind since you loved it so much,” the implication alone that he’d do it again makes you squirm. “But for now, please try to rest… I’ll clean you up”
genre: brothers best friend!au, angst!!!! toxic!!!!! (lotsa smut), theres a 6-year age diff between cy & reader, suho as your brother who loves sweet potato fries <3
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inspired by back 2 u & new thing by @eomayas. ive been so hyperfixated on these two stories that i wrote this. okii im done yapping, pls enjoyyyy <3
“She had her hands around you, Yeol!” You scream at him as you get out of the car and chase after him. The fucking audacity of him to walk out on you when he was the one in the wrong.
“I told you I’m done talking about this.” Chanyeol walks further from you, resisting the urge to even spare you a glance when he says the next thing, knowing he’ll fold immediately once he makes eye contact with those doe eyes of yours. “Let’s just break up, fuck.”
Your heart sinks and you stop walking. “Fine.” You mutter to yourself. Like the stubborn woman that you are, you turn on your heel and head in the opposite direction of your apartment, instead heading toward the door leading outside of the underground garage.
Chanyeol hears your heels clacking in a different direction and frowns. He turns around and sighs when he sees you’re already halfway to the door.
“Where are you going?” Chanyeol shouts behind you, already irritated by your antics.
“Away from you!!” You yell back, making sure to switch your hips as you strut away. You were wearing your tightest bootcut jeans with a pair of wrap-around strapped heels. The combo always made your ass look good – lethal, actually. And you knew Chanyeol was watching you leave.
"What do I tell Junmyeon??” Chanyeol is very pissed at this point, unsure how to tell his best friend that his little sister was refusing to come home and that it was entirely his fault.
You lift a middle finger up in the air, not even sparing him a glance before you’re out the door.
“Fuck.” Chanyeol swears before dragging a hand through his hair, exhaling all the frustrations out of his body. Now he really had to explain to Junmyeon that his little sister was still wandering the streets at 2am.
Junmyeon had asked Chanyeol to pick you up from whatever club you were at on a Friday night. It was getting late and Junmyeon was getting worried. You weren’t sure why. You were 23, no longer that naive 18-year-old that relied on the kindness of strangers to get home. You handled yourself then, and you are still handling them now. With a little more of your frontal lobe developed, of course.
You never refused Junmyeon’s offer though, especially since you started dating Chanyeol. It was the perfect excuse for you and him to spend more time with each other without having Junmyeon be suspicious. Also, you wouldn’t have to pay for an uber (you only ride with certified strangers now 🙂↕️).
The night started out fun. You danced together (grinded and whined on him). He bought you drinks and took care of you, making sure you were drinking water between tequila shots. You even had a hot and heavy make out session in some dark corner of the club. It was the perfect night out.
Until some girl, who apparently knew Chanyeol very, very well, came along and wrapped an arm around his waist. That’s when you went apeshit and grabbed a fistful of her hair. And supposedly, Chanyeol thought you were “doing too much”. You don’t think you were doing enough.
It was dark out tonight. It was quiet, peaceful even. The streetlights lighting up the city were really pretty, you think, especially since you left your glasses at home and they were shining brightly like Christmas lights. If you hadn’t gotten into a fight with Chanyeol, this would’ve been a really nice and romantic walk. You sigh.
Chanyeol is the literal man of your dreams. You’ve dated a handful of assholes in the past. He is, by far, the most dependable, reliable, consistent man you have ever dated.
He just pissed you off when he got too friendly.
You sigh for the nth time that night.
Or maybe you were too much.
Maybe you’re too overbearing, too possessive, too... too much of everything.
“Fuck.” You mutter to the cold air. You search around your surroundings and realize you are completely lost. You didn’t think you were walking for that long.
“Junmyeon’s going to kill me.” You cry as you squat down and cover your face with your hands. With tears, you reach for your phone to call your big brother.
“Y/N?”
You freeze.
You slowly glance up at the familiar voice. Chanyeol. His name comes out of your mouth like he’s your knight in shining armor. He’s standing over you with that soft look on his face. The one he always gives you after you throw a tantrum and he can’t help but forgive you.
It makes you feel like shit. Because if anyone deserves a good and loving girlfriend, it’s Chanyeol.
“Come on, get up.” His voice is gentle. He’s always gentle with you. He drapes his jacket around your bare shoulders and helps you up. He is too good for you. Your arms wrap around his waist immediately. You bury your face in his chest as the tears begin again.
“I’m sorry.” You really are.
“I know.” He rubs your back comfortingly before he ushers you back into his car.
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You have no idea how you got here, but you were now giggling on Chanyeol’s lap in the back of his G-Wagon, laughing and smiling like you didn’t just break up two seconds ago. Your lips shower his neck with a million kisses while his hands rest lazily around your hips. His eyes sparkle when he isn’t mad at you. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine whenever you’re in his arms like this.
“Junmyeon is going to call soon.” Chanyeol laughs as you trap him in the backseat of his SUV. He has no idea how you two got here either, but this was the charm of your relationship. Hot and cold. Sad one minute, angry another, happy the rest of the time. It drives him insane, but you are the type of insane he loves to manage.
"Why? You scared?” You say before dragging your tongue across his ear, earning you a shudder from him.
“No, but doesn’t he have your location? Won’t he be suspicious that you’re in the building but not in your room?” Chanyeol asks, still worried about your brother. You don’t know why he’s so concerned about Junmyeon when Junmyeon has never once cared about your dating life. You doubt he cares you’re dating his best friend.
“He lost location privileges when he went psycho that one time.”
Chanyeol smirks at the memory. He remembers that one time.
It wasn’t too long ago, for your 1-year anniversary. Chanyeol surprised you with a weekend stay at a luxurious hotel. You were so happy; you spent the first day fucking like bunnies, from the moment he scanned that card until you couldn’t stand up on your own. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other for that very short weekend. He had you against the door, by the window, in the jacuzzi, on the sink – everywhere. You left the hotel with 87% on your phone.
You had told Junmyeon that you would be going out and probably stay at Jihyo’s, which was fine for him. He liked Jihyo. She seemed a bit more responsible.
What was not fine was that he checked your location at 2 in the morning and freaked when he saw that you were at some fancy hotel that he knew you could not afford. You’re a college student. You had no business booking an expensive 5-star hotel.
It did not help that you would not answer any of his 27 phone calls.
“Chanyeol~” You whine, grinding your hips on the growing hard-on in his pants. You were craving his attention, and he was asking one too many questions for your taste. You place a gentle hand on his right cheek and find the glistening eyes you love so much. “Please.”
His attention is charmed by the sound of your plead. He smiles, admiring how pretty you looked begging for him.
He leans closer and gently presses his lips on yours. You moan, happy to be getting what you wanted. His tongue slips past your lips and slowly brushes against yours. Your hips move in tandem with his tongue, slow and hungry for more. You run a hand through his hair and deepen the kiss. The vibration of Chanyeol’s moans in your mouth is enough to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.
“You’re my perfect girl.” Chanyeol leans back a bit to praise you while you chase after his lips. Your stomach flips at his words. He really is the man of your dreams.
You press your lips back to his own pair as your hand slides down to the bulge in his pants. You unbuckle his belt with one hand and unzip him. He hums as you massage him through his briefs.
“My perfect, perfect girl.” His hands massage your ass. He loves these jeans on you so much. Sometimes, when you wear them, he likes to make you upset just so he can watch you walk away from him. He hisses when you stroke his length and flick the tip with your thumb. He whines when you try to leave his lips to put them elsewhere. He shakes his head and motions for you to come back.
"Baby, I wanna make you feel good.” You pout as you continue to stroke him.
“You are.” He says, voice a bit shaky from your touch. “Now, come back here.” His hand gently caresses the back of your neck and pulls you into him, closing the space between you.
You softly suck on his tongue, slowly pulling away and feeling every inch of the wet muscle. His cock twitches in your grip when your hand pumps him a little faster. You peek at Chanyeol and smile at the sight of his half open mouth and scrunched up face.
Your lips find his again, kissing him softly. You were in love with this gentle giant who has been nothing but patient with you. You tighten your grip around him, settling into a steady rhythm. You use the precum accumulating to lubricate his length, your wrists twisting in a way you know he loves.
“Fuck” He whispers against your lips before both hands cradle your face, needing to deepen the kiss. It’s soft, wet, gentle, and so, so painfully good. Chanyeol’s hips buckle up to thrust in your hand. He’s close and so eager to reach his end.
“Cum for me, baby.” You mutter, tickling his lips.
His eyes flutter open and immediately his gaze softens at the sight of you, so happy and so excited for him to cum all over your pretty fingers.
His hips and your hand fall into a synchronized pace. He can’t take it. His head falls on your shoulder as he breathes heavily into your ear, feeling himself come close to unraveling.
“Fuck, baby.” He swears as his cock twitches in your grasp and his cum covers your knuckles. You grin, taking your fingers and licking it clean from his cum.
Chanyeol’s gaze darkens and doesn’t let you finish.
He has you on your back in an instant, legs already in the air for him.
"How the fuck-” Chanyeol says when he sees how intricate your heels’ straps were. He didn’t think you would wear vine-looking heels under the jeans. What was the point?
You giggle at his frustration which makes him snap at you. “Oh, you think it’s funny?” You fold your lips in your mouth and shake your head, suppressing the grin on your face. Chanyeol doesn’t find it funny. He has your jeans pulled down to your knees aggressively, unable to remove them completely ‘cause of your stupid shoes. You yelp when he moves your thong to the side and rubs your folds with two fingers, eyes maintaining contact with yours.
He bends down and drags his tongue slowly across your slit while he holds your legs up. Your breath hitches when his tongue teases your entrance. He kisses it lightly, admiring how pretty it is before his finger runs soft circles around your hole. “My pretty girl, you’re soaking wet. It’s getting all over my seats.” He teases, but he isn’t lying. You can feel your juices leaking slowly to your ass from anticipation. He was driving you crazy.
“Chanyeol, please.” You beg, not wanting to go slow anymore.
“Please what?” Chanyeol tilts his head, playful glint in his eyes. You whine and pout, trying your best to move closer to him but his grip is far stronger than you are.
“Please touch me, Chanyeol.”
Before Chanyeol could even respond something witty, your phone rings in the front seat. Chanyeol grabs it. “Answer.” He taps the screen before giving it to you.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, Where are you?” Junmyeon sounds calm but you know he’s fuming. You glance at your phone and the time shows 4:27. Shit.
“Um,” Chanyeol surprises you with his mouth on your pussy, immediately sucking and lapping his tongue across your slit. “We’re just going to get something to eat.”
Chanyeol almost snorts too loud, laughing at your unintentional innuendo. You slap his shoulder to shut up. He bites his lip when he sees your pussy clench from trying to hold your laugh in. He leans back down and continues his work, dragging his tongue up and down. His drool mixes with your juices as he slurps hungrily. You’re struggling to focus, forgetting all about your dearest brother.
“Okay good, you’re with Chanyeol.” You hear Junmyeon sigh in relief.
“Uh huh” You say breathily, wanting him to end the call. You almost squeal out loud when Chanyeol adds two fingers and starts thrusting into you while simultaneously sucking you dry.
“Well, go straight home after. It’s getting late.” Chanyeol speeds up, hooking his finger to hit your sweet spot. You’re covering your mouth with your arm, hoping that it’s enough to muffle your moans.
“Y/N, I’m serious.” Junmyeon says when he doesn’t hear a reply from you and assumes that you’re rolling your eyes at him. You are. Just not at him. “Chanyeol and I have a game tomorrow.”
“Yes, I get it.” You spit out, annoyed and almost reaching your end.
“Come on, baby.” Chanyeol whispers as low as possible but loud enough for you to hear.
“Junny, I have to go.” You hope the petname is enough to defuse his anger for hanging up abruptly.
“Fuckkkkkk Chanyeol” You scream as you let your phone drop from your grip. You clench around his fingers as he continues to fuck you.
“Yessssss” He cheers as you burst on his expensive leather, legs shaking and dangling in the air. Chanyeol finally lets go of your legs and comes up to meet your face.
“Fuck,” He kisses your neck. “You’re so” Your jaw. “fucking perfect” Your lips.
“I love you so much, baby.” He peppers your face with kisses. You sigh in his grip, high on ecstasy. This must be what heaven feels like. “I’m so sorry for being too friendly. You’re the only one for me.”
His apology jolts you wide awake and you feel your energy come right back up. You feel so fucking validated right now. “I love you too, Yeol. Come fuck me upstairs?”
Chanyeol’s eyes widen at your invitation. He must have fucked the brains out of you because there is no way you were suggesting getting fucked with Junmyeon in the next room.
“Baby, we can’t.” Chanyeol tries to let you down gently, massaging your sides.
“Why not? We’ll be so quiet!” Your hand finds his waist and stroke it affectionately. “I was so good on the phone call.”
“Yes, you were.” Chanyeol smiles proudly and lightly presses his lips against yours. He thinks for a second before he looks at your puppy dog eyes. “Fine. But one bed creak, and I’m running back to the couch. Deal?”
“Deal!!” You exclaim, pulling up your jeans excitedly and giving him a kiss before you’re stumbling out of his car.
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Junmyeon comes out of his room, half-awake, when he hears that you’ve finally made it home. He checks the time and it’s already 5 in the morning. He doesn’t expect to see Chanyeol trailing behind you, but he guesses it’s reasonable for him to just sleepover when there’s a game at 10 in the morning.
"Hi Junny!” You unclasp your heels with a flick of your wrist and hop to your brother. Chanyeol’s jaw drops at how easy it was for you to remove them. “We got you some fries.” You beam, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for asking Chanyeol to pick me up.”
“Of course.” He takes the bag and gasps when he sees sweet potato fries, his favourite. “But you shouldn’t stay out too late! You have to respect other people’s time.” Sweet potato fries aren’t enough to stop the nagging apparently.
“Mhmm” You wave him off before faking a yawn and heading to your room. You weren’t expecting to see Junmyeon up so late but that’s why you begged Chanyeol to drive and get the fries as a precaution. Hopefully, he finishes them quickly so Chanyeol can sneak into your room.
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“Hey, is it okay if I sleep over?” Chanyeol meets Junmyeon in the kitchen. “Your sister was a handful tonight.”
“Sorry, she doesn’t like it when I pick her up.” Junmyeon pops a fry in his mouth. “Says ‘I nag too much’.” He throws air quotes in the air. Chanyeol notices how awake he looks now. He’s silently regretting the fries. He should’ve gotten him hot cocoa or something, anything to put him back to sleep so he can slip away and be with you.
“I don’t know how I’m any better. She picks a fight with me every time.” Chanyeol shrugs, stealing a fry from the bag. He might as well eat if he’s not getting to you anytime soon.
“Yeah... I’m sorry.” His best friend sighs before eating another fry. “If it’s any consolation to you, I think it’s because she has a crush on you.”
Chanyeol chokes on a fry. Junmyeon laughs and pats him on the back. He coughs up the fry and clears his throat.
“What?” Chanyeol feigns surprise, unsure how to respond. He knows you have a crush on him. You just told him you loved him in the car.
“She gets a bit mean with people she cares about.” Junmyeon explains, smiling at the thought of his not-so little sister and your weird way of expressing yourself. “I think it’s cute. She’s never been the one to be subtle with her feelings.”
“Oh,” Chanyeol wants to tell him. He’s been wanting to tell him. But the words can’t come out. “Maybe she does.”
Junmyeon laughs as he finishes the last of his fries. “Don't tell her I told you.” He pats him on the shoulder before throwing the brown bag in the trash and heading back to his room. “And no worries. Make yourself at home. We can pass by your place for your stuff. Night.”
Chanyeol waits for Junmyeon’s door to shut before rushing to you.
His heart softens when he catches you asleep, cuddling a pillow as long as you are. He tries to shut the door as quietly as possible and slips into your bed. The silk sheets you asked him (guilt-tripped him) to buy were proving themselves helpful in insulating the noise. He’ll make sure to let you know later.
Your shoulder peeks through your blanket, the silk slipping easily against your skin. Instinctively, he lightly presses a kiss on your exposed skin, unintentionally waking you up. You shift in your sleep and turn to face him. A smile rushes to your face when you see the familiar brown eyes that you love so much.
“You’re so pretty without makeup.” Chanyeol examines your bare face, knuckles lightly grazing on your cheek. He rarely gets to see this side of you. You were high-maintenance and he loved every bit of it, but sometimes, he wishes he could just see your natural features a little more often.
“You’re just saying that to be nice.” You whine under his touch, moving your head to the side to kiss the palm of his hand. Chanyeol simply shakes his head. His palm slides to the nape of your neck, lightly brushing his thumb against your skin.
“You’re perfect, my love.” He leans down to kiss you, his knee nudging your legs open. He removes his pants, shimmying it off before he situates himself in between you, now hovering over you. You wrap a leg around him and whine beneath him when you feel his hard-on through his boxers.
“You said you’d be quiet.” He whispers, hooking a finger around your thong and pulling it down. Once off, he balls it up in his fist. “Ah”
Your mouth opens and he tucks it into your mouth. “You have to be quiet.” His thumb swipes your cheek gently before leaving it a sweet kiss.
“Nod if you understand.” His voice is low, lips tickling the side of your face. He gently moves your face with his index finger and slowly nods his head when you meet his eyes. You follow the way he moves his head, doing anything to have him inside you again.
"Good girl.” A mischievous smile grows on his face. He’s so turned on right now; he quickly takes his cock out of his boxers and teases your slippery slit, still wet from before.
“I’m going to need help staying quiet too, my love.” He hisses when he slowly enters you. Feeling his thickness fill your walls, you bite into the undergarment, trying to muffle the moan, and shut your eyes tightly.
“I know, baby.” He whispers in your ear, his head now resting by your ear so he can mutter as lowly as possible. His hips move methodically into you, deep and slow. It takes everything in you not to squeal when his thrusts hit deeper inside you. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer so he could continue hitting that sweet spot inside of you.
“You’re doing such a good job.” He praises you, massaging a hand on your hip encouragingly. You gasp when his fingers squeeze around your breast. His mouth follows soon after, sucking and flicking his tongue around your nipple. It was suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe with your mouth covered.
He glances up at you, mouth still on your body and hips still moving in and out of you. Your fingers run through his hair, lightly squeezing when he sucks on you a little too hard and his thrusts reach a little deeper. You’re both looking at each other with adoration and love in your eyes. You feel like it’s all too good to be true. Like you’ll fuck this up somehow.
You almost did, multiple times. And every single time, he came back for you.
You’re terrified of the day he won’t.
As if he can hear you overthink, he pulls the fabric out of your mouth. “What are you thinking so hard about, hm?” His lips find yours, distracting you from your thoughts. He makes your mind go at ease every single time. You can’t believe how lucky you are.
His hips move faster, getting closer to his end. He tried his best to keep the bed quiet, but your walls were so warm around him, he needed to release inside you. The springs were creaking softly, and you both were too horny to care.
“I love you I love you I love you.” You chant as you feel yourself reach your climax, tightening your walls around him. He’s not too far from it either, thrusting into you and kissing you passionately.
“I love you so much.” He whispers against your lips before he drops next to you.
You fall asleep in each other’s arms, hoping your bodies remember to get up before Junmyeon does in the morning.
chananyeol bong: i'm loving this tiny font thing. i feel so cute. this also might be a three parter. i wanted it to be 2 parts but idk part 2 is getting long. part 2 is almost done but im an anxious avoidant and i dont want it to end so its taking a biiiiiit longer 🙈😛
Warnings: alcohol consumption, theft, homelessness, minor violence/injury, explicit smut, unprotected sex 18+ only MDNI
WC: 8.4k
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He was cute.
But more importantly, he looked rich.
Though he didn't wear any flashy brand names, it was easy enough to tell how expensive the outfit was. It was the little things, his watch, a necklace, the Italian leather shoes he wore. One might not notice these things right away, but you definitely did.
The perfect target, you just hoped you wouldn't get carried away. He was far, far, prettier than the men you normally stole from.
You started by looking at him from across the bar, making eye contact for just a little longer than what could be considered not flirting, batting your eyelashes. You gave him a little smile, which he returned.
Soon enough he'd taken the empty seat next to you, introducing himself.
“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, and you shook your head, still smiling back at his gorgeous face. “My name is Baekhyun, by the way.”
“I’m Alice.” You lied.
“Alice, I like it, it's cute, it suits you.”
You'd usually have to fake your interest by now but this guy was so cute you really were becoming a bit bashful, blushing and mumbling a ‘thank you’.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Hell yes. Only a little while longer now…
“I'll have a martini.”
The more you talked, the more he (unfortunately) seemed like a great guy. At some points you nearly caught yourself feeling guilty about what you planned to do, and even doubted whether to go through with it at all. But men often put up a front, and you didn't truly know him. Even if he appeared kind and honest, you knew better than to trust a stranger, and your mission for the night was clear.
Halfway through the martini you put one hand on his thigh, leaning into him, and you could tell he was loving it. You hung onto his every word, looking at him with your best, most innocent doe eyes.
After over an hour of genuinely nice conversation, you decided it was best to just get on with it, before you had the chance to change your mind. You checked your phone, and feigned disappointment. “It's getting late, I should really get going.”
He, too, seemed saddened by your announcement, and to your delight, he offered to walk you out.
This is it.
As he stood up from the bar and you watched him head towards the door, you smiled at the outline of his wallet, perfectly hugging the curve of his cute butt from its position in his back pocket.
Once outside, you pull him off to the side of the building for some more privacy.
“I'm really glad I got to meet you here tonight.” You told him, one hand running over his shoulder, and then down his chest. You let one hand rest on the swell of his chest, as you looked back up into his eyes, and then down at his lips. He had such kind looking eyes, it was a shame, truly.
“I'm really glad I met you, too.” He said back softly, his hands slowly moving to rest on your hips. The restraint was clear in the gentle way he touched you, not wanting to cross a line, but too close, too tempted not to at least get his hands on you in some way.
Your eyes went back to his, and the hand not on his chest slowly moved to his waist, before moving down further.
He stared back at you, pink lips slightly parted, waiting for you to lean in, to let your eyes drift shut, any sign that he could finally kiss you.
You stayed looking back at him, hardly moving closer, the hand now slipping behind him, working its way into the back pocket of his pants.
Your lip twitched, barely showing a smile, and then you had it. You slipped the smooth leather out of the pocket, and before he could even realize what had just happened, you were running, sprinting, as fast as you could away from him, giggling to yourself.
Baekhyun stood there for a second, stunned, before he had the bright idea to run after you. He was a strong runner, but so were you, and you got a pretty good head start. However he was determined, and he realized as he kept running that he actually knew where you were headed.
Not far from the well lit main roads were darker, quieter suburbs where you could easily go unseen and find a hiding place. Unfortunately for you, Baekhyun lived in that exact area, and he knew all the shortcuts.
You were still barely within his line of sight when you took a sharp turn, and he knew he'd won. Cutting through a narrow alley between the houses, he was able to cut you off and when you'd just thought you'd lost him and slowed down to a walk, he turned and ran at you, tackling you.
You, in shock, screamed and acted more or less on impulse now that Baekhyun had you pinned to the pavement. You kicked him in the groin as hard as you could.
Pretty much instantaneously, he let go of you, rolling over in pain. But as soon as you tried to get up and start running again, stars clouded your vision and you could do little more than stumble a few steps before his hand was able to catch your wrist.
“What the hell is your problem woman?!” He more or less yelled at you, still slightly hunched over in pain.
“YOU tackled ME!”
“Because you stole my wallet??”
You were still trying to pull your arm away from him, but now that he had you he wasn't going to let you get away again so easily.
“Look, just give me my wallet back and I won't call the cops, okay?”
You glared, considering your options, but it was clear that you should just listen to him. He was larger than you, clearly pissed off, and if he really did call the police he would have no problem keeping you there till they arrived. It sucked, but it beat getting arrested, so you handed it over with a scowl.
Expecting him to let go of you once you gave it back you started to turn away but he didn't, his grip only tightened.
“What the hell? Let me go.”
“Why did you try to steal from me?”
“Oh my god can you just let me go already I gave you the fucking wallet didn't I?”
It wasn't that you were trying to be a bitch, but your head hurt, you were dirty from the fall, and all you wanted was to get away from him and find help.
“I could still call the cops, you know.” Baekhyun himself wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to keep you there, something just made him feel like he had more to talk to you about.
This asshole. You thought to yourself. “Why do you care why I do what I do?”
He just shrugged, and you grew more and more irritated with him.
“I need money. Not that that's any of your business.”
“It kind of did become my business when you tried to rob me.”
“I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”
“I do appreciate that, yes.”
Still, he wasn't letting go of you, even as you looked at him with pleading eyes. The frown he wore was almost a little pathetic, he just looked so.. disappointed.
“So you only flirted with me cause you wanted my money, huh?”
“I said I was sorry.”
With one hand on the back of his neck, he paced back and forth, as if trying to reason with himself. “I have to admit I'm a little hurt, we really seemed to be hitting it off.”
It seemed like a joke at first but after a few seconds of staring at him in disbelief he still just looked a bit sad.
“You're serious?”
All of the sudden his expression shifted completely to one of what looked like horror and worry, and the hand on your arm finally let go, moving to your forehead. He took a step closer, holding your head in his hands. “You're bleeding.”
“Yeah well you fucking tackled me.” You mumbled. You hadn't noticed anything more than a dull throbbing in your head after realizing he'd caught up to you and you were on the ground.
“Shit, you're really bleeding. Bad. Come with me.”
He started pulling you along with him, and when you touched your own forehead you felt the warm blood running down from somewhere on your scalp. Still, you tried to get away from him. “Where are you going?”
“We're going to my house. I live nearby.”
“No fucking way I'm going anywhere with you.”
He stopped, looking at you, the blood now running freely down the side of your face.
“I'm a doctor.” He said matter of factly, pulling his wallet back out and opening it to show you his hospital ID card. “I can help you, or I can get you to a hospital.”
Going to the hospital wasn't much of an option without insurance or any money to pay the bill afterwards, but you still didn't feel completely safe going with him either.
“How do I know you aren't gonna hurt me? You have every reason to be pissed at me.”
It was the first time since you'd run off that he heard a change in your tone, the prior callousness morphing into something softer. Fear.
“I got my wallet back, didn't I? It's my fault you're hurt and I know how to help.”
The overall softness of his face, and the gentle downturn of his eyes, made it hard to imagine any malicious intent behind them. It would've taken a fantastic actor to fake looking as worried as he did, and he didn't seem like the type to put on a show.
Begrudgingly, you followed him.
He did in fact live just down the street, in a quite nice looking modern house. You followed him in silently, and he sat you down on the living room couch, running up some stairs to get what he needed to fix you up.
You looked around and the house was just as handsome and polished as he was. Leather couches, granite coffee table, and interesting decor here and there. Despite the fact that he clearly liked things to be tidy, it still looked homely and lived in.
By the time he was able to start wiping the blood off your face you looked like something out of a horror movie. The dress you were wearing was covered in blood stains too.
Now with better lighting his face still showed all of his worry and guilt as he got a good look at your injury.
“Fuck I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bust your head open, I just wanted my wallet back. I guess I went a little crazy with the adrenaline and everything, I wasn't thinking, I don't know why the hell I thought tackling you was a good move.”
“Well I hope it was worth it.” You mumbled.
“Alice isn't your real name, is it?”
You hesitated, wanting to make some kind of bitchy remark again, but now that you were on his couch with him carefully tending to your head wound, looking adorably apologetic, you finally decided to give up the attitude and just be glad he was helping you.
You sighed. “No. It's not.”
“So what is it then? If you don't mind me asking.”
You flinched when the antiseptic made contact with the gash on your scalp, the burning sensation making you squeeze your eyes shut.
“I'm sorry I know that stuff burns like hell but it's better than getting an infection.” You opened your eyes again and nodded. “I really would like to know your name.”
“Are you gonna report me if I do tell you?”
Baekhyun chuckled and shook his head. “I feel bad enough that you cracked your head open on the pavement because of me. If I sent you to jail too I'd be the asshole of the century.”
“Y/n.”
He took his eyes off of your wound for a second to meet yours, and smiled. “Y/n. Nice to meet you.”
You half scoffed, half laughed, “Yeah right, first I try to rob you, then I kick you in the balls, and now you're having to patch up my busted up head.”
He just kept smiling. “That really did hurt by the way, I thought I was gonna throw up for a second. But I guess that's what I get for tackling you. Probably not the best idea either, in hindsight.”
“How bad is it?”
“The cut on your head? Or getting kicked in the nuts?”
“My head.” You laughed.
“It'll be fine, but you need a few stitches and should try to lay down for the next few days since you're probably mildly concussed.”
“Shit.”
“I know. I'm really sorry, again. Gonna try my best to keep from tackling people from now on.”
As he put numbing cream on your scalp and started to stitch it up, you began to realize how close he was to you. The lower part of his face was right at eye level, and it hit you again just how breathtaking he was. The clear bright lighting in his living room gave you a far better view of him than the dimly lit bar or darkened streets, and it almost felt silly to you that he was a doctor of all things. His skin was too perfect, his lips too pink, his eyes too easy to get lost in. He could've easily been a model, you thought.
It was getting embarrassing, seeing him so close as he tended to the gash on your head. That would be plenty uncomfortable in a regular setting with a different doctor, but you were in his house on his couch after trying to rob him. And even worse, you still thought he was incredibly cute.
It was impossible not to cringe at your own ridiculous misfortune.
You endured a few more seconds of burning from the antiseptic, and soon Baekhyun was done. As he leaned back, you let out a sigh of relief, not even realizing that you'd been holding your breath.
“Be careful around the cut, try not to get it wet for a few days, and again, get lots of rest.”
You nodded, but knew that you probably wouldn't be able to do that. “I don't know how I didn't feel it at first, my head just kinda hurt.”
“Does it still hurt pretty bad?”
You shook your head no. It was getting late however, and you were starting to get tired, turning away from him as you let out a yawn. “I should get going, thank you for helping me,” you pointed at your head, “and not calling the cops. And I'm sorry again that I tried to rob you.”
Baekhyun laughed, “No worries. I'm sorry I tackled you so I guess we're even. Do you need a ride home?”
You shook your head. You figured you'd just make the short walk to your car and sleep there. It had started to rain and you knew it was going to be a long night, but you were just going to have to deal with it. At least it wasn't too cold.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah I'll be fine. I don't have anywhere for you to take me anyways.”
“What?”
“Don't worry about it.” You started to get up off the couch, but right away got pretty dizzy, bracing yourself against the armrest to keep from falling. “Shit.”
Taking your hand he sat you back down. “What do you mean you don’t have anywhere for me to take you?”
You groaned, the last thing you wanted was to explain to this guy that you were technically homeless at the moment.
All you did was shake your head. “You really don’t need to worry about me. I have a plan.”
Again you stood up, getting even dizzier this time but you just powered through it, nearly falling as you made your way towards the door.
“What, you're just gonna stumble around in the rain all night?”
“I have a plan.” You repeated as you braced yourself against a wall for a second.
Annoyed but more so worried, Baekhyun got up off the couch and stood himself between you and the door. “You definitely have a concussion. If there isn’t anywhere else for you to stay tonight, you can stay here.”
You whined and tried to get past him but it wasn’t gonna happen. “Baekhyun, really, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah, I do. If you don’t get a good night’s sleep you’ll feel much worse in the morning. You need to rest, trust me. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. In the morning I'll take you somewhere to get help.”
The way he looked at you made a lump form in your throat. He’d just met you that night and definitely didn’t owe you anything after you tried to steal from him, yet he was offering you a warm bed. His pretty features were painted with a look of genuine worry, and all at once, it became too much, and you felt your eyes start to water.
It was also just embarrassing. Baekhyun seemed so put together, and he was being so kind to you, while you were clearly a huge mess.
Baekhyun could see it in your eyes. He watched as they glazed over, and just before the first tear was able to fall, he pulled you in.
Your hold on the bottom of his t-shirt was strong, twisting the fabric in your fist, keeping him close. The gentle motion of his hand running up and down your back was surprisingly comforting, along with the gentle reassurances being whispered in your ear. It was okay, you were going to be okay.
Once the tears had come to a halt, he led you back to the couch, sitting you down before getting you a glass of water. You took it from him gratefully as he sat down with you.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked, painfully aware of the quiver in your voice and your red, puffy, eyes and cheeks.
Baekhyun shrugged, “I like to see the best in people, I guess. And I like to be helpful, I did dedicate my whole career to that after all.” And I still hope that maybe some of the flirting from the bar wasn’t completely fake cause I was really starting to like you. He thought to himself, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“I promise I’m not a terrible person, things are just really hard right now and it's the only way to get a roof over my head at night. I wouldn’t steal if I didn’t have to, and I hope that I can get back on my feet soon and be done with it.”
“I assumed as much, I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear this from, but I'm sorry you're going through that.”
Finally, you managed a smile. “Thank you.”
You finished your glass of water and Baekhyun got up, putting it away before returning to the living room. “I can help you up the stairs, and give you some clean clothes. You’re probably tired.”
“I can sleep on the couch, I don’t want to kick you out of your bed, the fact that you’re letting me stay at your house at all is more than I deserve.”
“For your concussion to get better you need to lay down, like flat on your back, ideally. So you’re gonna take the bed. I’ll be fine. I assume you still want some clothes without blood on them, right?”
You nodded and started to get up, and he ran to your side to let you hold onto him in case you got dizzy again. Your hand was on his bicep, and it felt nice, strong and firm. The broadness of his shoulders made your skin heat up as he walked you up the stairs to his bedroom, and sat you onto the edge of his king sized bed.
“I won't have anything that'll fit you very well, but it's still better than a dress with blood on it.” He started rummaging through a drawer until he handed you a tshirt and some sweats to change into, before turning to leave.
“Wait-”
Baekhyun froze, throwing you a confused look. “Don’t you wanna change in peace?”
“No- well, yes, but I was gonna say, you don’t have to sleep on the couch. I mean, there’s room for us both.” You said, scooting to one end of the large mattress.
Maybe a part of you liked the idea of having someone to sleep next to, especially him, but you also just felt bad about him otherwise sleeping on the couch in his own home because of you.
He looked surprised, “Are you sure? The couch isn’t that bad and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You won’t, I promise.”
“If you say so, I'm gonna go get more water and let you change.”
His clothes were big on you, but they were cozy. Soft and warm and smelled like fancy laundry detergent. You settled into the plush sheets, feeling much more comfortable than you had in a while. His bed easily beat your friends' couches and the cheap hotels you stayed at on the nights you had the money to.
Eventually he also changed and joined you, making himself comfortable on the other side. You turned to face him, and he did the same.
“Thank you again for letting me stay here. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this.”
“Don't mention it, it's actually nice to have some company.”
You looked into his pretty brown eyes as he said it, his pretty eyes and pretty face and pretty words making you blush.
He scooted a bit closer, still looking at you, testing the water. For a second you swore he looked down at your lips.
Your heart was already racing and you worried it would give out if you kept going, so, you turned to look at the ceiling, instead of at him.
“You're blushing.”
As you gave him your best side eye, you saw the shit-eating grin on his face.
“It really did hurt a little.” He said.
“Huh?”
“I know this is gonna sound really dumb, but I was honestly more upset about you faking being into me than the attempted robbery, for some reason. I guess I can understand why someone might steal but faking interest just really… I don't know.. hurt my feelings?”
You raised your eyebrows, and turned back onto your side to look at him, not expecting that at all.
Something in his expression shifted, “I'm sorry, you can tell me to shut up if I'm making you uncomfortable, or send me downstairs to the couch.”
“Who says I was faking? I just acted like I would've anyway.”
You watched as a smile crept its way onto his face. “Yeah?”
You just gave a small nod and a shrug, and this time, you were sure he'd had his eyes on your lips.
Baekhyun made it clear that he was interested, even after everything, and you were surprised, to say the least. You knew you could turn him down at any point and he'd respect it, but you didn't want to. Not only was he gorgeous, he'd shown you more genuine kindness than anyone had in a while, when he had absolutely no obligation to. You just liked him.
You seemed to gravitate toward him. He looked so inviting, so you moved in even closer, expecting him to finally kiss you, but he didn't.
That was when you realized that he wasn't going to kiss you, you were going to have to kiss him. You were in his house, in his bed, already feeling indebted to him and he didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything for him in return. If something was going to happen between you and him, you would have to initiate it.
And so, you did. You let your eyes flutter shut and closed the gap, kissing him. Immediately he responded, kissing you back, taking one hand to your jaw.
His lips were soft and sweet and you easily melted into him, feeling your heart flutter at the way he smiled into the kiss.
Gently, his other hand came to rest on the curve of your waist, though he didn’t move any further. The kisses, too, were still delicate, even as the minutes passed. Baekhyun was simply enjoying the softness of your skin and your lips, without wanting you to feel any pressure to do more.
As nice as it was, you quickly wanted more than just to kiss him. It had been a long time since you’d been in bed with a man at all, let alone one as enticing as him, and it was definitely affecting you. When you moved closer, pressing your chest to his, he welcomed it.
His touches remained tender as he shifted, allowing you to lay on your back, though you were disappointed that he still remained next to you, for the most part. You wanted to feel the weight of him, to wrap your legs around his waist and draw him in even closer.
When he pulled away, your brows furrowed and you pouted up at him.
“What?” He asked, his thumb softly running across your cheekbone.
“Why’d you stop?”
The way he smiled melted your heart even further, so soft and sincere. “You need to rest.”
You pouted even harder, whining, “I don’t want to, though.”
Baekhyun knew that you really, really did need to rest, but when you looked at him like that, he couldn’t just deny you, either.
You sighed with relief when his lips made contact with your neck, though he aired on the side of caution, still. Every kiss brought you further from your sanity, wanting more with every passing second. When the opportunity presented itself, you untangled your legs from his and wrapped them around his waist, finally getting the pressure you needed. However, he once again pulled away.
“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think we should be doing this.”
This time, you weren’t just pouting, you looked genuinely hurt, and it made him frown.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
You just shook your head, detaching yourself and turning your back to him.
“Whoa, hey, what is it?” His hand on your shoulder turned you back to look at him, and he once again looked worried.
You shut your eyes, gathering your thoughts for a second, “You're right, I’m just... embarrassed. I shouldn't even be here.”
His brows furrowed, “That's not what I mean, I’m just worried about your head, I don't want to keep you up, or accidentally do something that could make it worse.”
You sighed, “You don't have to make excuses.”
His eyes met yours and held them, refusing to look away. “You really think I don't want to fuck you right now?”
He watched as your eyes widened in surprise, and he chuckled.
“Sorry if that was a little forward but it's true. I just don't want to hurt you more than I already have. If I got carried away and your head bumped into the wall or something I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. And you really need to get a solid night's sleep, too.”
His fingers ghosted over the skin just below the cut on your head, at the left side of your hairline. It was so tender, the way he ghosted across the surface of your skin, just barely touching. His hands were steady, careful, making you feel like something precious.
“You really are so, so beautiful.”
You just rolled your eyes and refused to meet his again.
“I'm serious. I mean, you definitely tried to rob me and I think I'm a pretty reasonable guy most of the time but I for sure still want you. You make me throw all rationality to the wind. It's remarkable.”
“There's plenty of pretty girls out there.”
“Sure. But there's more to making a connection with someone than just physical attraction.”
“You think we have a connection?”
“Sure. I had a great time at the bar with you. Hell, with another hour or two I probably would've invited you over anyway.”
You let out a half laugh, half scoff. It had occurred to you too of course, to try and sleep with him and get a roof over your head that way. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to steal from him after spending a whole night with him, you’d already liked him too much. If you hadn't needed money so badly you probably would've ended up in his bed anyway.
“You really mean that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous, and we have chemistry. I know you feel it too.”
The way your cheeks burned surprised you, it felt unfair, how easily he could affect you.
“You are pretty cute.” You finally admitted, “And charming, and kind, and I still can’t believe you want anything at all to do with me.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
You frowned a little, and so did he, seeing the way your face fell. “With how much of a mess my life is right now it's hard not to be.”
“You obviously don't have to divulge any personal details you aren't comfortable sharing, but if you want to talk to me, I'll listen. It's hard for me to imagine how you might've ended up in such a bad situation.”
A long sigh left your lips. It wasn't something you enjoyed talking about, but you felt that context might help him forgive you for your previous actions.
“I was sharing an apartment with my ex, and when I found out he was cheating he just disappeared. We were both on the lease even though he paid the majority of it since I was in school. I tried to find a different place I could afford but I couldn't get out of the lease and couldn't pay it myself so I got evicted and now nowhere will accept me as a tenant. I had to quit school and have been trying to find work but it hasn't been easy without a real address.”
Baekhyun didn't say anything, he just pulled you in closer, letting you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest.
“I just feel like such a failure.”
“Why? You got screwed over. None of that sounds like it was your fault.”
You lifted your head, meeting his eyes and the look on his face made something twist up in your gut. He just looked so… indignant. He hated what had happened to you, clearly. He hated the unfairness of it all.
With one hand on your chin he brought you in for a kiss, this time soft, almost like an apology.
“You deserve so much more.” He whispered, playing with your hair when you again made yourself comfortable in his embrace, using his chest as your pillow.
He began to hum something vaguely familiar, and in no time at all, you were fast asleep. Baekhyun slowly and carefully detached himself from you, laying you on your back, and resting your head gently on the pillow next to his own.
For longer than he might like to admit, he just enjoyed the sight of your sleeping face. You looked so much more peaceful this way, he thought. He wished you could feel that kind of peace more often when you were awake. He could easily make out the hollowness, the evidence of all you’d been through, on your face. You were still beautiful to him, without a doubt, but there was something there, serving as a permanent reminder of how unfairly life had treated you. More than anything, Baekhyun wished he could somehow be the one to make it go away, to restore you to the woman he imagined you could be.
~
You awoke to find the bed vacant aside from yourself, and as the minutes passed, there wasn’t a peep from anywhere else in the house either. Slowly, you got yourself out of bed, and wandered downstairs to find that Baekhyun had, in fact, left you alone in his house.
Not sure what else to do with yourself, you got a glass of water and went back upstairs. He couldn’t be working, right? It didn’t make any sense, for him to just leave you alone. Did he want you to leave? That didn’t make sense either, after he said he’d get you help in the morning. More than anything, you were shocked that he trusted you alone in his house full of expensive (and easily stolen) possessions.
Before you could dwell on it any longer the front door opened, and you heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. You made your way back downstairs, and he lit up as soon as he saw you, his smile wide and dazzling.
“Good morning.” He said, his good mood easily rubbing off on you. “I got us breakfast. Did you sleep okay? How does your head feel?”
“I did, and fine, actually. Now that you mention it the cut is still a little tender but I don’t even have a headache or anything. And thank you.”
He started taking various baked goods out of a large paper bag, “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got a bunch of different stuff.”
It all looked amazing. You’d missed being able to stop by a bakery to get yourself a little treat. You just couldn't afford that kind of thing anymore.
“Baekhyun…” The words trailed off as he just kept smiling back at you, now holding a large plate piled high with all sorts of pastries. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
He just shrugged. “I probably would’ve gotten breakfast there today anyway. Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad your concussion isn’t too bad, a good night's sleep does wonders ”
You shuddered at the thought of how your night could've gone, had you slept alone in your car.
He pulled out a chair and you and him both made yourselves comfortable at his kitchen counter.
“I was really surprised that you were gone when I woke up, I mean, leaving me alone in your house is kind of a bad idea is it not?”
“Why?” He asked simply, looking genuinely confused.
“I don't take any joy in reminding you, but I did try to steal from you like, twelve hours ago.”
“So? You're here now. It's not like you woke up, grabbed my jewels and ran for it.” He said, smiling, putting extra emphasis on jewels and wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Here, try this.”
He held a chocolate croissant up to your face, beckoning you to take a bite.
“Baekhyun, you really didn't need to get me anything I'm okay-”
“Just try it. I know the guy who makes these, they're fucking incredible. Think of it like you're doing a favor for my baker friend.”
He just looked so sweet and excited for you to participate in something he liked so much, it was hard not to give in, especially when the scent of butter and chocolate was making its way into your sinuses. You leaned forward, taking a bite.
The delicate crispy exterior shattered as it touched your lips, and your mouth filled with the soft buttery pastry and creamy chocolate. You nearly moaned. You couldn't remember the last time you'd gotten the opportunity to enjoy a food so perfect.
Your hums of approval made him smile even wider, and he just watched in complete contentment as you enjoyed the croissant.
“Your friend is a fucking wizard.” You finally said once you'd devoured the thing, already a bit sad at how quickly it was gone.
When you finally met Baekhyun's eyes again, he wore a gentle, dreamy smile, and you could easily tell how his gaze ran all across your face, as if trying to memorize every feature individually. He didn't say anything as he leaned closer, until his thumb touched the corner of your lip.
He wiped away a bit of chocolate that had lingered, bringing it to his own lips, all the while keeping his eyes fixated on you.
The way you'd hummed blissfully at the taste of the pastry had been enough to send his mind spiraling into less innocent thoughts, now fixated on the view of your soft, pastry scented lips. When you ran your tongue across them, checking for any more crumbs, or leftover chocolate, he couldn't help himself.
He was on you, one hand gently cradling the back of your head and neck as his lips met yours with a surprising tenderness. After a short second of stunned surprise you kissed him back eagerly, growing breathless as his hands wandered down your body, gripping first your waist, then thighs, until he pulled away, panting with need. You were no better off, the kiss leaving your lips pink, swollen, and needing more of him.
“Sorry…” He mumbled. “It isn't exactly easy for me to keep my hands to myself around you.”
Without breaking eye contact you stood up, taking hold of his hand. “So don't.”
He let out an exhale of a laugh and shook his head before looking back up at you. A gentle tug on your hand brought you in closer. “I can't- I don't want to hurt you, you still need to re-”
“Baekhyun, please?”
You stood yourself between his spread legs, giving him your most innocent doe eyes, pressing your body against him, feeling the way his breath shook in response to the closeness. He looked wrecked. When your lips met his neck the tension in his body seemed to melt away in an instant, his hands again holding onto your waist as he brought his lips back to your own. Even in the lustful haze of it all, he still knew exactly what he was doing, pulling on your bottom lip, smirking at the knowledge that you were just as down bad as he was.
It wasn’t long until he stood, hoisting you up with him, walking up the stairs towards his bedroom with you clinging to him.
This time when he laid you down, he didn't waste even a second before parting your thighs and letting you wrap yourself around him. He knew he still needed to be careful with you, but you'd gotten plenty of sleep, and he'd never been so sure of his body and heart's desires as he was in that moment.
His hands were everywhere, hastily yanking up his own too-big clothes in a desperate search for more skin. The way he kissed you grew equally as needy, barely even stopping for air. As much as he wanted to play coy, to tease you, to leave you wanting and yearning for more, he was too far gone. He couldn’t remember the last time he'd felt this dizzy and crazed.
For you, the weight of him between your thighs was enough to make your stomach twist with a kind of need you weren't used to at all. You’d found yourself in similar positions before, but none of those men came anywhere close to this. Baekhyun fit into the space between your legs so perfectly, you were both convinced he’d been made to exist just there.
As the kisses and touches grew heavier, your clothes became less and less. When both your tops were finally discarded, the feel of his hot skin pressed to yours was electric.
His hand reached for the waistband of the sweats he’d leant you, but before moving further, he paused.
“Y/n? Baby?” His lips left a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling back to meet your gaze.
“Mmhmm?”
“You’re sure you want this?”
You nod, smiling, taking his face in your hands to bring him in for another kiss, this one sweeter than the many that came before it. You hoped it conveyed just how much you wanted him, not only now, but hopefully for a long time in the future, too, even if that seemed like a silly fantasy.
His lips made their way to your neck, kissing and biting in all the right places to make you gasp and moan for him. Soon he moved down your body, taking his time to worship the soft skin of your bare chest before eventually going further. As he took off your last remaining clothing, his lips barely lost contact with your skin, as if he needed your touch to breathe.
The second he finished undressing you, he sat back, staring, just taking in the sight before him. You looked so soft, every curve tempting him to grab and squeeze and bite and mark you as his own. He had no idea why he suddenly became so possessive, but he didn't fight it.
He made himself comfortable between your thighs, lips pulling into a smirk at the sight of your pussy, already slick and wet for him. As much as he wanted to dive in, he first wanted to appreciate you in earnest.
He loved how plush your thighs felt beneath his palms as he spread you further apart, lips latching onto the soft skin mere inches from where you needed him most.
“Please.” You whimpered, impatient, desperate, but Baekhyun just smiled and continued to leave marks on your inner thighs, sucking, biting, only encouraged by your begging for more.
At last he pulled away, looking back up at you with a smug grin before finally giving you what you wanted.
The first touch of his tongue to your clit was barely there, barely dipping between your folds to get a taste. He pressed a soft kiss, still teasing, relishing the way your hands ran through his hair, grabbing onto the strands in a feeble attempt at more contact. He gave you a little more, running his tongue up and down your clit, flicking, before sealing his mouth over your heat and diving in completely.
You were gasping, letting out whines and moans at the way he made out with your pussy. He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much, groaning in delight at the way you flooded his tongue, so wet and needy for him.
When he flattened his tongue against your clit, licking and sucking incessantly as two fingers pushed inside you, you were done for. It only took a few pumps for you to shatter apart, gushing on his fingers, squeezing them, crying out his name as your hands wound themselves even tighter into his silky hair.
The way your pussy clenched around him, tight and wet and just begging for his cock, made his eyes roll back as he lapped up the last of the wetness spilling out of you.
When he finally detached himself, wiping your juices off his chin with the back of his hand, he melted.
You looked divine. Your chest, damp with sweat and flushed deep red as your deep, heavy breaths moved it up and down. Your thighs, still spread wide, wet with your release and covered in purple marks. Your lips, swollen from biting them as you unsuccessfully held back the sounds of your pleasure. And your eyes, blown wide and glassy as you looked back up at him, silently begging for more. Everything about you was somehow beyond perfect, he felt his heart twist and clench and he knew that he wanted you, that he needed you, all of you, in every possible way.
You felt it too. It was more than just regular attraction or pleasure. This was completely unlike any sexual experience you'd ever had, and he wasn't even inside you yet. He just understood you, without even needing to ask. He knew your body like it was an extension of his own, taking you apart and putting you back together effortlessly.
When he leaned in, taking your face in his hand, your eyes locked. He was asking, making sure you still wanted more, even though that seemed silly in your desperate state. His thumb ran gently over your bottom lip, and you took the opportunity to suck it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his finger in a way that made him shudder.
You nodded up at him, and that was all he needed. You let out a sharp gasp, grabbing onto his shoulder with all your strength at the first nudge of his tip between your folds. You moaned around his finger, eyes still on his, lashes fluttering, tears almost spilling over when he finally pushed inside.
He started out slow, filling you completely with every push, getting so deep and stretching you so perfectly you saw stars. When your eyes squeezed shut he took your face in his hand, pressing a kiss to your lips before demanding, “Eyes on me, angel.”
You did as he said, looking back up at him as he rolled his hips just right, every ridge and vein hitting the most sensitive spot perfectly. His thumb stayed between your lips, moaning around it helplessly as he began to pick up the pace.
The way he looked down at you, eyes so full of admiration and lust and need brought you even closer to the edge. You both knew in that moment, that there was no way this could just be a fleeting, one time thing, you needed more of each other, the connection, the electricity, that spark was too intense.
“You're taking me so well baby, so fucking perfect.”
“And all yours.” You mumbled, without a second thought.
You watched Baekhyun's eyes roll back, shoulders tensing, leaning back to fuck you at a slightly different angle that had you screaming his name.
He threw your legs over his shoulders, fully sitting up and fucking you hard into the mattress. Every time he bottomed out he felt the way your whole body shook, and he knew it wouldn't be long until you reached your peak. His eyes traveled down your body, from your tits that bounced in time with his punishing thrusts down to your swollen pussy as it swallowed his length greedily, leaving his cock wet with your arousal. He saw the slight bulge in your belly when he was sheathed fully inside you, and something in him snapped, the last of his self control being thrown to the wind.
He pressed a hand to your lower belly, fucking you deeper, harder, and all at once, you came apart, mind splintering, gasping his name as you came on his length. He kept fucking you through it, groaning at the way your cunt fluttered and squeezed and somehow got even wetter, even more perfect.
He slowed down when he saw the tears spill over, not wanting to overwhelm you. He was kissing you, whispering praises into your skin as he kept rolling his hips, slow but deep.
“Your pussy feels like fucking paradise.”
“Such a good girl, cumming on my cock, so fucking tight and wet and perfect.”
“Baekhyun..” you mumbled, mindless, completely spent, and somehow still desperate for more of him.
After a few moments of his slower, more calculated thrusts, you began to push your hips back up into him, chasing more contact. You could tell he was getting close too, feeling the way he throbbed inside you, no longer keeping up a steady rhythm.
Before you could even react to his movements he rolled his body to have you on top, straddling him as you sat in his lap with him still deep inside.
“Ride me.” He said, and you planted both hands on his chest, sliding him out of you, only leaving the tip just barely inside before sinking all the way down, letting your body weight push him into you even deeper than before. When you started bouncing, impaling yourself on his cock over and over he reached out for you, grabbing at your hips and chest, kneading the soft skin. He sat up, sucking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and driving you even closer to the edge of insanity, for the third time that morning.
He left even more marks, your bouncing tits now bruised just like your thighs, the sight of his marks on you blooming something needy and possessive inside him. He rolled you onto your back once more, folding you in half, his thumb going down to your clit to push you even closer, now that he was so close to falling himself.
“With me, baby, cum with me.” Your eyes met his and you nodded, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter, until it was crashing over you once more.
“Say my name baby, tell me who makes you feel this fucking good.”
“You, Baekhyun, fuck.”
This orgasm was somehow even stronger than the last two, washing over you in wave after wave, prolonged by his last few thrusts, pushing as deep as he could get before filling you with his release.
He shook, overtaken by how tightly you squeezed him as he came, nearly delirious at the intensity of it all. You were no better off as he took in the sight of you, writhing, arching, at the overstimulation. Your cheeks were a deep red and wet with tears, lips quivering and chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat sticking to your skin making you positively glow in the morning light.
He collapsed on top of you, lips pressing themselves to your neck, worshipping you in his post orgasmic haze.
“Stay.” He found himself mumbling, “Please stay.”
You just nodded, and you both knew, this was only the beginning.
summary the months apart you spent, it made you both completely desperate now that baekhyun is finally back home, you and baekhyun can't keep your hands to yourselves.
a/n thank youu for the request, i tried my best to be freak them out AHH
it had been two days since baekhyun returned from his world tour. he still hadn't been able to visit you, tied up with company schedules and meetings, but the moment he finally stepped into your apartment, everything else seemed to fade away.
you were sitting on the couch when his eyes found yours, a soft smile spread across his lips. without hesitation, he walked straight over and pulled you into a warm embrace. there it was—his familiar cologne, the one you could recognize anywhere.
you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "i missed you so much." you left a few tiny kisses on his cheek. his smile only grew wider.
"i missed you way more," he laughed, tightening his arms around you as he gently ruffled your hair. he buried his face against the top of your head for a moment, quietly taking in the comforting scent he'd missed for weeks before pressing a couple of soft kisses to your hair.
you pulled back just enough to pout at him, "no, i missed you way more~" that was all it took to awaken your competitive boyfriend. "no, baby," he said with a dramatic sigh, placing a finger against your lips. "you missed me... but i missed you so much i almost died."
he wore such a serious expression that you nearly believed him. you rolled your eyes with a laugh."you're so dramatic." "but... i really did miss you," you admitted, your voice growing softer. "it was so lonely without you. the apartment was way too quiet... no singing, no screaming..."
baekhyun's expression melted. he gently cupped your cheeks before showering your face with quick, affectionate kisses until you couldn't stop smiling. "did you really miss me that much?" he asked, searching your face with a fond smile.
you nodded immediately, still pouting a little, "of course i did." his smirk returned in an instant as he leaned in forward, lips inches away from yours. "can you prove it?" something darker flickered behind his gaze. his fingers caught your chin. "can you really prove you missed me?"
you understood exactly what he wanted. your fingers slid between his, gripping the hand that held you. "i missed you so much that i've been thinking about you every night with my fingers buried in my pussy."
the filthy confession made his cock twitch hard against his pants. he exhaled, the warm breath ghosting across your lips. "and?"
"and I'm so fucking wet right now," you gripped his hair, to which he groaned, "i need you so bad..."
that broke whatever restraint he had left. baekhyun seized your jaw and crashed his mouth onto yours. tongues slid together, teeth clashing. you sucked on his invading tongue and earned a low moan from his throat.
he nipped your bottom lip, then you shoved at his chest, pushing him back onto the couch so you could straddle his lap. his hands immediately gripped your hips, kneading the flesh while you rolled your pelvis down against the hard bulge beneath you. your arms looped around his neck.
he attacked your throat, biting and sucking until your skin bloomed red. his hands roamed everywhere at once. you yanked his shirt off, palms gliding over his back, raising goosebumps. he stripped your shirt away and discovered you wore nothing underneath. his fingers found your stiff nipples and pinched. "you're such a tease, you know that?"
You grinned. "learned from the best." you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. in one swift motion he flipped you onto your back. he hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs. "you're so fucking wet...can't live without me?"
his words only made you drip more. he kissed a path down your breasts and stomach, teeth scraping, tongue tasting. your toes curled. when he finally reached your core he didn't give in right away. hot breath washed over your folds. he licked and kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs instead.
"hyun… please~" he smirked against your skin. "mmh?" (bro thinks he's kai) his chuckle vibrated through you.
finally he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned in relief. he teased at first, light licks that made you whine, then he flattened his tongue and lapped at you with purpose. he sucked your swollen clit between his lips and your back arched hard off the couch. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open while he devoured you.
your body arched sharply as his tongue dragged through your soaked folds, the wet heat of his mouth sending sparks straight to your core. he groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs tremble around his head. his tongue flicked your swollen clit in quick, deliberate strokes before he sealed his lips around it and sucked hard, pulling a broken moan from your throat.
"huck—baek," you gasped, fingers twisting into his hair. your hips bucked up against his face, but his hands pinned your thighs open, keeping you spread for his tongue. he licked you with purpose, long, slow drags that collected every drop of your arousal before circling your entrance and pushing inside. your walls fluttered around the intrusion, needy and desperate.
he pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your wetness. "you taste so fuckin' good," he murmured, then dove back in, tongue fucking into you while his nose brushed your clit.
every wet sound filled the room. his mouth working you over, your slick dripping down his chin. your toes curled hard against the couch cushions as he sucked your clit again, two fingers sliding into your pussy without warning.
the stretch made you cry out. he pumped them deep, curling against that spot that made your vision blur while his tongue never stopped. your thighs shook around his head, muscles tensing as the pleasure built fast and sharp. "don't stop—please," you begged, voice cracking. baekhyun moaned into your cunt like he was starving for it, fingers thrusting harder, faster, his free hand gripping your ass to hold you still.
your orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through you so suddenly your back bowed off the couch. your pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing as you came hard, wetness flooding his tongue. he didn't pull away. he licked you through it, drinking every drop, tongue gentle now but still working your oversensitive clit until you were whimpering and pushing at his shoulders.
he finally lifted his head, lips and chin glistening, eyes dark with hunger. "i thought i was supposed to prove it to you?" you managed to say, though your voice came out weaker and breathier than you intended. your thighs trembled slightly as you pushed yourself up, the muscles still twitching from the aftershocks of his mouth.
you began to crawl up the length of his body, your knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips, dragging the heat of your wet center against the rough fabric of his shirt.
his cock strained against his pants, the outline unmistakable and rigid, trapped behind the zipper and button of his slacks. the heat radiating from him was palpable, a desperate throb that you could feel even through the layers of clothing. you paused your ascent, hovering right over the bulge, grinding down just enough to make him hiss.
"yeehaw~" you winked, letting the playful drawl hang in the air between you, he chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest where it hovered near his. the corners of his eyes crinkled, forming into half-crescents.
you freed him from his slacks, tugging the fabric down just enough to let his cock spring free. it slapped heavily against his stomach, rock hard and flushed a deep, angry red. the vein along the underside pulsed visibly. he laid his head back against the hand rest of the couch, exposing the long line of his throat, his chest heaving slightly.
"aren't you the desperate one?" you smirked, looking down at him with a raised brow. your fingers danced lightly along his length, not gripping, just teasing the sensitive skin with the very tips of your nails.
"so come and ride me, please baby..." he said, his voice dripping with a mocking desperation that was clearly to provoke you. he bucked his hips slightly, trying to urge your hand into a firmer grip, but you pulled back just enough to keep the contact maddeningly light.
you scoffed, shaking your head at his impatience. your hand finally closed around him, wrapping your fingers tight around the thick girth of his cock. you didn't move immediately, just holding him there, feeling the frantic beat of his pulse against your skin.
then, you moved your hand up and down in a devastatingly slow pace. you dragged your palm from the base to the tip, twisting your wrist slightly at the head, before sliding back down just as slowly. it was a rhythm designed to tease without giving any relief.
he let out a moan, his voice cracking with genuine desperation. "faster..." he groaned, his head pressing harder into the hand rest, his eyes squeezing shut.
you stopped your hand at the top, right under the glans, and squeezed his tip hard, cutting off the building pleasure. "what? didn't hear you..." you leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear, enjoying the way his entire body tensed beneath you.
he exhaled sharply, a long, ragged breath that signaled his defeat. he stopped trying to buck his hips, surrendering to your pace. your hand moved again, a bit faster this time, but still nowhere near enough to grant him the friction he needed to get off. it was a tease, a promise of what could be if he behaved.
"baby, please..." his words came out muffled, half-buried in the cushion as he turned his face away, his restraint fraying at the edges. seeing him unravel beneath you, the control shifting entirely into your hands, you decided to grant him what he needed—but on your terms.
you finally shifted under him, sliding your body down the couch until you were prone, your legs falling open to accommodate him. he moved instantly, covering your body with his own, the weight of him grounding and intoxicating.
he reached down, lining himself up, and entered you inch by inch. the stretch was intense, a slow burn that bordered on overwhelming. both of you let out a moan at the contact, a harmony of relief and need. your slickness made it easier to slide him in, your walls clamping around him, pulling him deeper. he didn't stop until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours.
he anchored your waist with his hands, his grip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as if he never intended to let you go. the connection was absolute, the heat between you reaching a boiling point as the teasing finally gave way to the raw reality of him inside you.
the rhythm didn't wait for permission. he withdrew almost to the tip, the thick head of his cock catching on your rim, before slamming back into you with a force that drove the air from your lungs. the couch springs groaned in protest under the assault.
a metallic counterpoint to the wet, slapping sound of skin meeting skin. his hands, previously anchored at your waist, began to wander with possessive intent. palms traced the curve of your hips before sliding down to the backs of your thighs. he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them up and back, folding you nearly in half.
the position left you completely exposed, your pussy spread open and helpless against the relentless battering of his hips. baekhyun drove deeper with this new angle, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you that made your toes curl. you gasped, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the cushions above your head as he set a punishing pace.
the scent of sex—musk, sweat, and the sharp tang of your own arousal filled the small space, thick enough to taste.
baekhyun leaned down, the heat of his chest radiating against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his breath was a scorching wave against your damp skin, raising goosebumps along your arms. "you feel that?" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your throat. "i'm gon' fuck you so hard, til you can't walk,"
he punctuated the promise with a sharp snap of his hips, drawing a ragged moan from your lips. his teeth grazed the sensitive pulse point below your ear, not quite biting, just threatening it. "you're going to take it, right?" you bobbed your head at his lewd words.
the pressure inside you built rapidly, a tightening coil of heat low in your belly. the friction of his shaft dragging against your inner walls was electric, sending jolts of pleasure shooting down your spine.
you could feel the orgasm coming, a wave just about to break. your breath hitched, your muscles tensed, and you tilted your hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for that final push over the edge.
"please," you whimpered, the word tearing itself from your throat. "i'm so close—"
he knew. he felt the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him, the sign of your release and just as you squirmed against him, he stopped.
he buried himself to the hilt and held still, his hips flush against yours, denying you the friction you needed to fall. the sudden stillness was torture. you whined, a high, frustrated sound, and bucked your hips trying to create the movement yourself, but his grip on your thighs was iron. he held you pinned, impaled on his cock but unable to move.
"you wanna come so bad?," he grinned, the smugness evident in the dark lilt of his voice. "beg for it properly,"
the denial hung heavy in the air, the pulsing need in your core refusing to subside. it throbbed around him, an ache that demanded satisfaction but his game had backfired. the frustration didn't break you; it sharpened you. the teasing, the control, it had all been a start to this. you weren't just going to beg; you were going to take.
you mustered every ounce of strength you had, you locked your gaze on his. the playfulness was gone, replaced by a fierce, hungry determination. you pushed against his chest, using the momentum to surprise him. he faltered, his balance shifting on the narrow couch. seizing the opening, you rolled your hips, using the weight of your body to flip him over.
baekhyun landed on his back with a grunt, and before he could recover, you straddled him. his cock, still hard and slick with your arousal, stood against his stomach. you didn't hesitate, you sank down on him in one smooth motion, taking him deep until your ass met his thighs.
the angle was different now—deeper, fuller. you braced your hands on his chest, your nails digging into the hard muscle there. "my turn," you breathed, a smirk playing on your lips as you began to move.
you started slow, a deliberate roll of your hips that ground your clit against his pelvic bone. you watched his face, saw his eyes widen and his jaw go slack as you took control of the rhythm. you teased him, rising up until just the head remained inside, pausing to let him feel the empty air, then slamming back down. you set the pace now, fast, hard, and merciless.
the power dynamic had shifted in an instant. he gripped your hips, his fingers digging in your skin, but he wasn't guiding you anymore; he was holding on for dear life. your thighs burning with the exertion, the slap of skin growing louder and wetter.
"fuck," he gritted out, his head falling back against the couch cushion. "you look so good like this.."
"you should've behaved properly" you shot back, clearing provoking him, riding him harder, the friction building that familiar coil again, but this time you took the lead. you could feel him swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he lost his composure. his breathing turned ragged, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.
the sight of him coming undone beneath you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, the friction against your clit; it was too much. the orgasm that had been denied crashed over you, violent and overwhelming. you threw your head back, a cry tearing from your throat as your pussy spasmed around him, rippling and clenching.
your climax triggered his. he groaned deep in his chest, a guttural sound of surrender. with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go.
his cock jerked inside you, pulsing violently as he came. you felt the hot rush of his seed filling you, coating your insides, marking you from the inside out. the heat was intense, a liquid flood that seemed to go on forever, prolonging your own aftershocks.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you trembling, the sweat cooling on your skin. the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, the frantic thud of hearts slowing down. you could feel the sticky wetness between your thighs, the physical evidence of his release leaking out around him.
he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his body, his face buried in your hair. the aggression was gone, replaced by satisfaction.
you lay there for a long time, tangled together on the couch, the connection between you both with a quiet, exhausted intimacy. you pressed a soft kiss to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against your lips, and closed your eyes, completely spent.
"is this enough proof?" you muttered against his ear, a small smile playing on your lips. he let out an exhausted exhale. "you sucked the soul outta me, baby."
synopsis: you never thought you could be loved this intensely before Baekhyun, lucky for you, he’s now here to make sure you catch up on everything you ever missed on.
word count: 2.8k+
content and warnings: mostly sfw, non-idol au, baekhyun x fem!reader, established relationship (but still new), light angst, sad reader, hurt comfort, fluff, implied d/s dynamics (non-sexual), reader got issues and nightmares, crying, a lot of pet names, mentions of bad friends, mentions of sex.
author’s note: changed my username, the old one wasn’t cute or baekhyun related. this was supposed to have smut but i suck at that and can’t write smut to save my life. also, can you guys tell by reading this that i’ve got daddy issues? 😓
You never knew that your emotions, sadness and tears could mean so much to someone. That it could matter, worry and concern someone this much.
But that was probably only because you hadn’t met Baekhyun in your life earlier. Because now, you felt like you always had someone to lean on, a chest to cry to, and a guiding hand to pull you out of whatever pit of sadness you seemed to fall into often.
It started small.
Only a couple of months into dating Baekhyun, when you started to come over to his place for sleepovers, he slowly discovered about your extremely restless sleeping habits, your sleepless nights.
The first time it happened, you sat up in the bed, heaving and gasping quietly to yourself to catch your breath—seriously trying not to accidentally awaken him because then you were worried that he’d see just how much of a pathetic loser you were.
But it wasn’t easy, you just couldn’t seem to calm yourself down and the tears weren’t stopping either, you just wanted a good night’s sleep with your boyfriend but your brain had other plans.
You swore your breathing froze when he stirred beside you, then he was suddenly sitting up, eyes squinting in the dark to stare at your shaking form.
“Baby…?” The words left his lips in such a soft and quiet manner as if you were some scared wounded animal that he didn’t want to startle anymore. Without any questioning or demanding explanation from you as to what happened that lead you to hyperventilating at 3 in the morning, he just moved closer to you.
You opened your mouth to tell him that it was okay, that he should just go back to sleep, that you didn’t want him to see you in such a pathetic state but all the words got stuck in your throat and the only sound that left your lips was this small wet whimper which made you shut your eyes tightly in shame.
Baekhyun didn’t need anymore words, not that you had said anything, he just took you in his arms, your head tucked under his chin as he tugged you closer—almost on his lap as you sobbed against his chest, wetting his shirt. He held you so… tightly, so firmly, so lovingly, as if trying to shield you from whatever was going on in your head.
“Breathe, baby, breathe…”
He didn’t even question you, just held you. His lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you, calling you every pet name imaginable while rocking you back and forth.
After your tears had dried down a little, he pulled away, softly asking you if you wanted to talk about it, when you shook your head, he didn’t push at all.
Instead, he grabbed you and just skipped over into the kitchen, smiling softly as he just told you easily, “let’s make a chocolate cake, hm? You can add the star sprinkles on top, pretty girl.”
Like he wasn’t in the kitchen at 3 in the morning, on top of when he clearly had a lot of work the next day, you tried protesting against it but he pressed a finger to your lips while you both got to making the cake, he licked off the frosting off your fingers, blowing some flour on you, just messing around with you, making you giggle.
Being with him like this made all your problems fade to nothing, the devastatingly big amounts of love and adoration in his eyes as his gaze zeroed in on you whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice and was busy whisking the eggs—it seriously made you feel so scared, being loved so intensely and intimately.
You often found yourself questioning if you even deserved such love from him, but then Baekhyun would wipe those thoughts away from your head with the reverent way he held your face while he kissed you, the way he touched you like you were made of the most precious porcelain and deserved to be cherished and worshipped.
Sometimes after a particularly hard day, after you’ve had some problems with your friends—Baekhyun would try his best to cheer you up, ordering your favourite milk cake from the bakery down the road, playing you a love song on the piano, watching your favourite reality show even though he had never really liked it.
He’d do everything just to take that look of utter hopelessness away from your eyes.
But the truth is, sometimes nothing really worked and Baekhyun understood that, he understood that your emotions weren’t like a light switch that he could turn on and off with just a couple of his loving actions.
He always waited patiently, waited for you to open up, crack out of your shell, climb up and out of the tall walls you had built around yourself, sometimes not even letting him in. He understood why, maybe you’d been scarred similarly in your past and that was why you were so wary now to let people in easily.
And when you’d let finally him in, Baekhyun’s heart in his chest felt like fireworks.
It was late and you both had gone to bed, he didn’t push you to talk of it. But maybe you just couldn’t take it anymore.
And as Baekhyun laid there on the bed, wide awake beside you because he was worried about you, he heard you sniffling, your back was to him and he couldn’t exactly see your face but god, did Baekhyun’s heart dropped to his stomach.
He didn’t say anything to you, just moved closer and enveloped you loosely from behind—giving you room to pull away from him if you didn’t want him or his warmth right now. He’d understand.
But when you leaned back into his chest, your sniffling turning into small sobs that twisted his heart, Baekhyun almost felt a sort of relief that you were leaning onto him, instead of just shutting him out and wallowing in your problems all by yourself.
“I’m here for you, sweet girl, hm?” He felt the need to word it for you, for you to really understand that he was here for you and will always be.
When you answered by twisting and turning to face him, your face all teary and red, holding back the sobs. Baekhyun winced at the sight of your absolutely wet face.
He couldn’t help but tug you even closer to him, you buried your head in the crook of his neck immediately and he wrapped his arms your whole body firmly, anchoring you to him.
“Oh, baby… it’s okay, I’m here for you,” was all the words he could get out of his mouth while you trembled and sobbed into his chest heavily. God knows what lead you to be like this and he felt helpless and almost a tiny bit frustrated as he thought about how reserving you were with your emotions, so he knew he couldn’t even ask you about it, afraid you’d only pull away and retreat back into yourself.
Imagine the level of surprise and relief flooding through him when you began speaking, rambling to him through your sobs, “I saw them at the café… the same one that I told them about, the one I wanted to go at with them but they’d told me they were busy… but then they were there, without me.”
“Who, sweetheart? Slow down, it’s okay, tell me,” he spoke in a hushed tone, hand rubbing up and down at your back to soothe you even further.
“My friends.”
“You saw your friends at a cafe? The one you wanted to check out with them, but they went there without you?” He countered softly, trying to get the picture of what you were going through and trying to tell him.
You sobbed and nodded, but then tried to catch your breath to speak a little more clearly to him, you started again, voice shaky, “yes, then they proceeded to be… passive aggressive when I walked up to them and asked them about it? They were weird towards me, said how they thought I weren’t free that’s why they went without me. I… I don’t think—Baekhyun, they don’t like me anymore.”
You fell into a fit of small whimpers and sobs again while you blamed yourself, words muffled into his chest, “maybe I did something wrong,” and a mix of “i always go and ruin all of my friendships.”
“No, baby. What? Are you kidding, it’s not your fault at all, you are the best and the nicest friend they could ever have. That’s clearly wrong from their side,” he was quick to reassure you and made you didn’t fall into the pit of self-blame.
Baekhyun didn’t like that one bit.
How dare your friends make you feel this way and how could you even blame yourself for this, you were the sweetest and nicest girl he knew. You were not a bad friend—far from it actually, but your friends. Well, he never liked them much from the start. Too many red flags.
But he never said it to you, never wanted you to feel that he didn’t like your friends because of his personal reasons, and also knowing how impressionable you were to his words, he didn’t say it to you because he didn’t want you to cut all your friends off and then stop being the outgoing girl you were.
He spent the night holding you and wiping your tears, telling you with that firm voice of his that he only used when he was really worried or serious about something—that it wasn’t on you at all. How you were the best girl ever and you didn’t wed such jerk friends anyways, how you can go and make more friends and perhaps better ones this time.
When you were finally out from it all and Baekhyun had insisted you on a change of your clothes—considering how wet and snotty you had gotten, he finally voiced the idea he had in his mind ever since you started, “so this café you were speaking of? Where it it?”
You replied to him, now feeling better as you pulled the loose t-shirt down on your torso and smiled. It was fairly new and had opened in the downtown.
Baekhyun smiled at you so tenderly while you spilled details and facts about the place, how you’ve heard such great things about the strawberry cheesecake from their menu and wanted to try it, you were so adorable and all he could do was smile as he presented his offer to you, “So, me and you then, this Saturday afternoon? How’s that sound?”
“What? You’ll go with me?”
He nodded sweetly and had to hold back a laugh at how surprised and taken aback you were at his question, though he also didn’t enjoy it much. Why would you be even surprised? He was your boyfriend, your lover. Of course, he’d be at your every whim and request. He’d take you everywhere you wanted to go to and he’ll tag along with you everywhere.
You suddenly ran to him and threw yourself into his arms. Baekhyun let out a chuckle, soft and warm, coming from the depths of his heart as you buried yourself in his arms, thanking him sweetly.
“You’ve got nothing to thank me for, silly girl. Of course, I’ll go with you. What do you take me for, huh? I’m your man.”
You beamed up at him as you settled back into the bed beside him, “I don’t know, I just think it’s sweet of you. I’ll love to go with you, you’ll love their caramel latte for sure!”
Fuck your friends if they didn’t want to go with you and hang out with you, Baekhyun would do all the things with you that required a friend—because he wasn’t just your lover, he was your best friend, your biggest supporter, your everything and every relation in life that you’d ever lacked.
He’ll be your man, your lover, your best friend, your father figure—whatever it takes for you to feel loved and cherished.
True to his word—like always, Baekhyun was there with you and you both found yourself sitting in a cozy dimlit cafe, munching on cheesecakes and cookies while sipping on your coffees.
Even though it might sound wrong, but Baekhyun didn’t—couldn’t hear a single word of what you were saying, something along the lines of how the place was so great and you’d buy their this and that.
“Let’s take one slice of that for home, too,” he just said easily, referring to the slice of New York styled cheesecake in your plate—he seemed to notice that you liked that one the best.
You nodded mindlessly and fell back into conversation while all he could do was just stare at you, the slice of chocolate cake in front of him long forgotten as he memorised all the little details about you—the way your lips tend to curve in a downwards smile when talking about desserts specifically.
“So… did you like the place, too?” You questioned, almost excited to know what he thought of the food and all that.
What an angel, he smiled at you like you were the center of his universe—you were. He reached across the table, intertwining his fingers in yours and he nodded, “of course, I did. You have the best taste, my pretty girl.”
His words gave you a rush like no other, it went straight to your head and you looked down, going lost in your thoughts—thoughts about Baekhyun.
At this exact moment some sort of epiphany occurred to you—you were so in deep, so far deep in love for him. You felt like a woman who had been lost and wandering meaninglessly your whole life and Baekhyun was the guiding hand who held you tightly and never let you go, like he was the one who could soothe the emptiness aching so intensely inside of you, every inch of your body—your existence, your very being, felt like it was made for him. Like he was meant to be your salvation.
Baekhyun looked at you with extreme levels of love and devotion in his eyes as he gestured the cashier to bring over the cheque. You shivered under his gaze, like you always did, helpless to the effect he had on you.
“I love you so much,” he almost whispered like it was something sacred yet the words came out easy and smooth, like he knew you needed to hear it and he said them often anyways.
“I love you more.”
You finished up quietly and just stared into eachother’s eyes in silence.
He’d take you home after this, giggle on the way home as you tell him some funny knock knock joke. Maybe once you’re both home he’d pepper you in kisses, talk stupid shit about how this painter was better than that painter, play chess though he’d let you win even if you suck at it, hold you close after you win, make out with you then maybe fuck you on the couch—slow and deep, before you’re both falling asleep right there in the living room.
And Baekhyun could and would live for eternity like that, that was all he would ever want in his life. Cry, laugh, fight, and do everything with you—even if it was baking a cake at 3 in the morning or just listening to your rant for hours about your favourite song.
He would choose you, over and over again. Always. In this lifetime and in any other one he existed in.
It was you and all you, the meaning to his life, the sunshine after the thunderstorm, the daisies on a warm summer afternoon, the cold breeze drifting through a hot summer night.
── .✦conteúdo: fluff&sugestivo da gabz, a pp e o kai são bailarinos “amigos” que vão pra uma baladinha pra desestressar. ~0.7k palavrinhas e eu acho que é só isso!!
── .✦notinha da sun: tô com hiperfoco no kai porque fica aparecendo vídeo dele no meu tiktok toda hora, “rover” tá na minha cabeça, lembrei de um filme da BoA de 2013 que é de dança e tals, ai eu achei de bom tom misturar tudo isso e escrever essa fic. espero que vocês gostem, beijoquitas!! 💋
— Jongin, eu tô começando a ficar com medo — você afirmou para Kai, era assim que todos os seus colegas bailarinos chamavam-o desde que uma professora apelidou-o desse jeitinho, mas você não, chamá-lo pelo nome verdadeiro era uma forma de estabelecer afinidade de equipe, embora você pensasse que já tinham atingido esse nível de intimidade desde a primeira vez que ele encostou a mão na sua virilha, naquela altura Kai provavelmente já gabaritara todos os pontos do seu corpo, sabia onde você sentia cócegas e se aproveitava desse conhecimento nos ensaios.
Felizmente, tinha o melhor parceiro para o festival internacional de ballet, Jongin era centrado, mas te fazia rir nos intervalos, às vezes fazia umas perguntas sem sentido e você se questionava se todos os grandes gostosos feito ele tinham um parafuso a menos, de certa forma, aquele era só um dos inúmeros charmes de Kai.
Porra, estava completamente apaixonada pelo seu parceiro de dança meio doidinho.
— Deixa suas coisas aqui — tinham entrado pelos fundos de uma balada que só conseguiram alcançar depois de passarem por alguns, muitos, becos. Você desfazia o coque do ensaio enquanto guardava a bolsa junto com a de Jongin, onde ele havia indicado, deveria ficar de boa, afinal vocês se tocavam o tempo inteiro por causa do balé, mas seu coração quase saiu pela boca quando ele segurou sua mão, te conduzindo, as luzes douradas enfatizando sua pele no mesmo tom, melanina lhe caia tão bem quanto... sei lá, você por cima dele?
— Eu trabalho aqui, mas tô de folga hoje — você provavelmente esboçava uma expressão engraçada, que horas ele trabalhava ali? Ele tampouco dormia? Jongin não tinha olheiras, na verdade o rosto dele era lindo e... — você sabe dançar?
— Eu sei que você sabe balé, mas acho que você vai precisar de muito mais do que pliés aqui — ele te ajudou a se livrar da jaqueta e ainda bem que o tinha feito, seus olhos se arregalaram com a quantidade de gente que viu assim que “saíram do backstage”, Kai cumprimentou alguns colegas no bar e você anuiu com a cabeça para todos eles, agora percebia que ouviu música clássica a sua vida inteira e se sentia um peixe fora d'água com as batidas de uma música quente, garotas de shortinho e regatinha e muito esfrega-esfrega.
— Vem cá — ele pediu com um sorrisinho nos lábios, seu coração batia rápido, fosse pelo ambiente, pelos olhos de Jongin em você ou pelo fato que teria que se aproximar tanto, Jongin queria te puxar pra pista de dança, afastado do centro, mas mesmo assim na pista, numa brincadeira, você fez menção de se virar na direção oposta, mas ops, a mão dele ainda permanecia segurando a sua — vai ser legal, eu prometo.
— Legal? Eu não sei nem rebolar, Jongin.
— É mais fácil do que uma pirueta — você sorriu, pertinho dele, conseguia até observar uma gotinha de suor descendo traiçoeira pelo rosto, pescoço, passando pelo pomo de adão. Estava tão distraída que nem percebeu que ele te virava devagar pra ficar de costas, as mãos masculinas descansando no seu quadril da mesma forma que ele fazia quando tinha que te içar do chão — vou te ensinar a rebolar, só... só sente o meu corpo e tenta repetir.
Você só balançou a cabeça, achou que poderia gaguejar se dissesse alguma coisa, felizmente ou não estava acostumada com aquilo, por causa do balé aprendia rápido, mas Jongin começou devagar, sem pressa nenhuma, conduzindo seu corpo através do próprio corpo e das mãos no seu quadril, em algum momento o ritmo de vocês dois entrou em consenso, sentia o sorriso dele, assim como a quentura do corpo, estava te enlouquecendo.
Foi por isso que se virou, face a face novamente só conseguia prestar atenção naqueles cílios grandes, na boca bonita, a pele doce de leite, talvez toda sua inspeção tenha sido a razão pra ele te beijar, calmo, doce e gentil.
— Não tem nenhuma regra do festival que impeça a gente de transar, né? — você sorriu com a pergunta, balançando a cabeça pra esquerda e pra direita, Jongin suspirou aliviado, a mão mantendo seu queixo pra cima, a língua encontrando a sua num beijo que deveria ser um pecado de tão bom, talvez seria bom se confessar depois de todos esses beijos com um homem perigoso e devasso que sabia rebolar.
— Na cama eu sei rebolar — Jongin sorriu com a sua observação bastante útil.
genre: smut w/fluff since Baek is a little bratty but so sweet (until the sex demon comes out)
wc: 6,398
warnings: dom!Baekhyun; piv; oral sex (f receiving); sugar daddy coded; jealous!baekhyun; mirror sex; choking; hair pulling; man handling; missionary sex; doggy/back shots; tiny breeding kink; FILLED W TENSION; mentions of cheating
synopsis: you’re on your way to a press conference with your boss byun baekhyun. a blizzard disrupts your plans and leads you two to sharing a luxury hotel suite together. baekhyun takes this chance to turn up the heat between you two as you’re stuck together in close quarters.
author’s note: my first fic ever! be gentle pls haha. feedback is very appreciated! hope you enjoy :) xx - veronica
Byun Baekhyun. Your boss is expensive and will only accept the best of the best. That applies to all areas of his life. Most notably at the moment, is his car that you’re currently riding in with him. His famous Porsche 911 Turbo S hums a sweet low purr as it is steered down the highway, taking you two to a press conference. Since it is no more than an hour and a half drive, Baekhyun insisted on driving there with you instead of other transportation options. He’ll always take the opportunity to drive himself; it’s one of his favorite things to do, it clears his mind so well. Other staff members were given Ubers with the plan for you to all meet up at the venue. He also wouldn’t mind the excuse to get to talk to you one-on-one. He’s always been curious about you, his dedicated assistant, and wants to get to know you on a more personal level.
Luckily, you and Baekhyun share the same taste in music. Classic RnB tunes play softly in the background of your drive. After a bit, Baekhyun’s voice fills the air.
“I’m really glad you agreed to ride with me for the trip down,” he confesses.
“Of course! We’re saving money this way,” you reply matter-of-factly. You are frugal to a fault, never able to understand Baekhyun’s quick willingness to spend money. “It’s nice to see you take your own steps to keeping a healthy wallet,” you add with a sassy tone. You were always like this with him - he needed it sometimes. You truly were the backbone to his success and he appreciates everything you do, and yes, including the motherly nagging that can come about. You both were a powerful work couple, but little did you know, Baekhyun wants to be more.
“So…” he starts before clearing his throat, “are you seeing anyone?”
Your head shoots up at the unexpected question. Your eyes scramble for something to focus on as you craft an answer back. Do you tell him the truth? The truth that your shitty ex-boyfriend from last summer dumped you after leaving you for the woman he had an affair with? Hmm, too personal, you think. Besides, he’s probably just asking to make sure I won’t be distracted from this job by being in a relationship.
“No,” you respond tersely.
“Oh, but Greg—” Baekhyun begins to question about said shitty ex-boyfriend.
“Greg cheated on me.”
“I-I’m sorry…” Baekhyun mutters out.
“It’s fine, trust me, you’ve got me busy enough anyway! I don’t have the time to truly think about it and get sad.”
The conversation trails off after this. Baekhyun has a sympathetic look as he stares out onto the road. You could’ve sworn he moved his right hand over towards you, as if to place it on your thigh for comfort, but it was quickly retracted. What was a bit awkward at first transforms into a comfortable silence. You take pleasure in being in the passenger seat, seeing the world pass by. Snow begins to softly fall from the sky. It’s not too bad at first, but after another half hour passes, the snow begins to really come down and pile up on the road. Baekhyun doesn’t look too phased, so you don’t question it.
As the drive continues, your mind revisits your conversation. You really haven’t thought about Greg in a while. The last time he crossed your mind, funnily enough, was when you last touched yourself. You were using a toy that you got back when you and Greg started growing distant - of course now you know why he stopped having sex with you. You haven’t been fucked in a year, and it’s really starting to become apparent to you just how horny you are.
You stare at Baekhyun’s hand gripping the steering wheel. His delicate but nicely sized fingers curve around it. You feel a bit shameful letting your mind wander like this, but you can’t help it. He looks effortlessly cool like this. It’s not like you never noticed that your boss, THE Byun Baekhyun was attractive. But you work for him, and he had you occupied indeed. Your professional relationship doesn’t stop you from having little fantasies crop up in your mind on this ride, though. So when you watch his beautiful fingers adjust their grip on the steering wheel, you can’t help but wonder how they’d look wrapped around—
“y/n.”
Your eyes snap up to find Baekhyun looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You look around to see that you two have pulled over into the shoulder and the snow flakes that fall are even bigger than what they were 30 minutes ago. The scenery is coated in white.
“I think we’ll have to call it a day from here, the snow isn’t letting up and I want to be safe,” Baekhyun says with worry. He pulls out his phone and sees that the other staff members have already arrived to the venue and are discussing things with the venue’s management. They caution that they’re thinking of cancelling the press conference for the day and moving it to tomorrow afternoon’s backup date to be safe.
“It’s probably for the best,” you tell him.
Defeated, you two pulled up to the nearest hotel you could find to get out of the hazardous weather. It turned out to be a luxurious hotel - you hate to be putting out such a pretty penny just for overnight shelter before you continue on the rest of your way in the morning, but you needed to get out of the snow.
At the valet, you open your car door to be met with the frigid air of what is fully a blizzard. Your cheeks flush. With your luggage, you both head to the lobby. Baekhyun heads to the front desk to make the reservations while you stand off in a far corner on your phone, updating the rest of the staff of your guys’ plans and whereabouts.
You approach Baekhyun after the phone call is complete, “Got the rooms?”
“Got the room.”
“Room?”
“Yes.”
“One?” you ask, stopping in your tracks.
Baekhyun continues to walk without looking back, “Oh, shouldn’t I be spending less money?”
You catch up to him and look at him dumbfounded.
“I wanted a presidential suite and you said that I need to stop spending so much money, so I got one.”
You narrow your eyes at his pettiness.
He waves off your look of distaste saying it’s fine and just one night. “You need to taste luxury for once,” he adds.
“But Baekhyun, there’s probably only one bed.”
“What? You afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?”
You’re speechless as you raise your eyebrow and follow him on the elevator up.
As you both stand in the empty elevator together, he discreetly peers over at you to observe the slight panic on your face. He feels a bit bad about the distress written on your face, but it’s erased when he thinks about how wound-up you are all the time. You deserve to be pampered and the only way he could make sure you were is if he gave it to you. He didn’t want you to humbly reject a suite all to yourself. Also, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want the excuse to be able to talk to you more.
Ding. You’ve arrived to the top floor, and surprisingly, the door opens directly to the suite itself. It expands the entire floor. Your eyes go wide as you step into the space.
Large floor to ceiling windows are dressed up with satin chocolate drapery. Large green Majesty Palm plants are placed in each corner, breathing life into the space. Leather furniture by Le Corbusier rests on the polished, beige marble floor. The recessed lighting along the ceiling is dimmed and casts a warm glow, creating a soft ambience in this luxurious interior. Your mouth is slightly ajar as you explore. You’ve never been somewhere so opulent. Baekhyun thinks the awestruck sparkle in your eye is… cute. Though you might say otherwise, he knows you like it.
You continue to walk around the suite, looking at all the sections. Soon you get to the bedroom and rest your luggage next to the large king sized bed in front of you.
All this space and still just one bedroom? Curse these designers, you think to yourself.
The bedroom is beautiful. The windows of this cornered room give such a perfect view of the cityscape and the snow that continues to come down. Though it’s a bitch to be outside in it, the snow coating the city in a thick blanket looks so majestic. The view is breathtaking.
Baekhyun joins you in standing in front of the window, but instead of his gaze being on the city, it’s fixed on you.
He gives you a soft smile, “Do you like it?”
You look over at him and bite your lip, fighting your mouth from giving too big of a smile.
“It’s okay to say yes,” he leads on.
“You really didn’t have to get all this,” you say looking down at your hands, “but, yes,” you end in a whisper.
“Well then it’s worth it,” Baekhyun replies with a satisfied look on his face. He turns away and gets started on unpacking his clothing.
You decide to check out the attached bathroom next. You flip the switch and are met with the most expansive bathroom you’ve ever seen. You get excited over the large bath and all the toiletry amenities; they even provided bubbles and bath salts! You couldn’t wait to put them to use. It’s been so long since you’ve had a truly relaxing evening with how busy your job is.
You announce to Baekhyun that you’ll be in the bathroom to take a bath and begin to run the steamy water. You pour in the bubbles and lavender bath salts. The herbal aroma fills the air; you inhale deeply, already feeling relaxed. You undress and sink into the tub, ready to melt away the stress of the day. You stay there like this, savoring the quiet, feeling the tension release from your body…
After a tranquil half-hour of soaking, you conclude your bath. You are about to rise from the water, but instinctually reach for a towel first. That’s when you realize, shit. You forgot to bring over your towel. If this were your bathroom at home, it wouldn’t have been a problem since it is small and doesn’t take much to reach over to the towel bar from the tub. However, this is very much unlike your bathroom at home. You scan the perimeter and spot the towels folded neatly on shelves by the sink. The distance is way too long for you to walk soaking wet without trailing water everywhere.
You sigh in defeat, knowing it’s best to just ask Baekhyun to hand you one, he’s not doing anything anyway. You yell to him to help hand you a towel. You hear his footsteps approach and tell him to keep his head down. You still in the water, draw your knees into your chest. You feel nervous, being naked in front of your boss.
Baekhyun hands it to you without looking up and just before he was about to quickly slip out, you request him to leave the door cracked to let out some of the steam that has accumulated. He obliges and returns to sitting on the bed to continue unpacking his things. As he takes out a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase, his eyes catch a titillating sight.
The door is cracked open no more than two inches, but it is enough for him to see a glimpse of your body as you rise from the tub fully naked through the mirror that reflects it in front of him. He sees your body glisten under the bright, fluorescent bathroom lighting as you proceed to wrap yourself in the towel he just handed to you. The towel he just touched. The towel that is now touching your soft, bare curves.
Baekhyun shuts his eyes, and squeezes them. Her coming back to see you with a boner would NOT be ideal, he thinks to himself. He takes a deep breath, stopping himself from getting too worked up.
You locate your pajamas. You only brought two options with you: a sheer slip dress and a big t shirt. That big t-shirt being an old EXO t-shirt with your bias’ name on the back: Suho. You were not prepared for this freak scenario that you’re in. You weren’t expecting to be seen by someone at night. Your mortified and face palm inwardly at your last minute wardrobe choices. You sigh as you pull the big t-shirt over your head, it will have to do. You just hope that he won’t tease you about it. When you joined the company, you let Baekhyun know you were aware of EXO’s legacy but he had no idea that you were an actual fan.
This is gonna be interesting…
You step out of the bathroom and hurriedly jump into the bed and pull the duvet up to your neck.
“Ok?” Baekhyun looks at you quizzically, “I’m going to go wash up now.” He leaves to the bathroom with his pajamas and toiletries.
You let out a big sigh, happy that you didn’t get caught in this embarrassing shirt. You scooch over a bit more to the left, making sure you’re as far on your side of the bed as possible without falling off. You detest the current arrangements but the displeasure doesn’t stay on your mind for too long. It’s been a long day, and as you hear the water from Baekhyun’s shower, it acts as white noise, lulling you to sleep. You feel drowsy and your eyelids slowly close, fully consumed by the toll of your day.
Once Baekhyun steps out of the bathroom and spots your sleeping figure, the desire to sleep hit him as well. He gets into bed and frowns at the amount of distance between you two. Hopefully with time you’ll open up to him. He knew this one night wouldn’t have been enough. He closes his eyes and waits for sleep to take him… but it’s no use. Unfortunately, his mind is too awake. Images of your naked body are branded in his vision. When he closes his eyes, your form is all he sees and he can’t stop thinking about what it’d feel like to touch you. He struggles to clear his mind. You’re right next to him. So close, yet so far away. How long will he have to wait for you to be his?
The next morning, you wake up entangled in each other’s bodies. Your leg is hiked up against Baekhyun as your head rests on his chest. His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close. You freeze. How the fuck did we get like this? Thank god you’re up before him; you quickly scurry out of his grasp gently without waking him up. After separating yourself, you admit that you miss the warmth of that position.
You check your phone to make sure you didn’t over sleep and have enough time to make it for the rescheduled date of the conference that was made for this afternoon. The time is 7:48am - not bad at all considering you didn’t set an alarm. Your eyes continue down the remainder of your lock screen. Soon, you see a slurry of texts from the rest of the staff alerting you that the conference has been called off completely. The venue, and the rest of the businesses in the area, will be closed until further notice until the blizzard subsides. Your eyes widen with shock - you had no idea it’d be this bad. You open up the weather app and sure enough, there is a warning for extreme winter conditions. You slide through the hourly forecast and see that this blizzard is not letting up anytime soon, great. You turn over in bed and look out the window to observe the street below; there are absolutely no cars out, the roads are closed, and the snow is still coming down heavy. Looks like you’ll be staying in this suite until everything clears. You sigh as you turn around, getting ready to share the bad news to Baekhyun.
You’re about to tap his shoulder, but you pause. You take the chance to really look at him: his cute nose, plump cheeks, and perfectly shaped pink lips. This man really is pretty. Little did you know, Baekhyun is awake. He feels your eyes on him too and it’s hard for him to contain his smirk.
He looks so peaceful when he rests, but you have to update him. You poke his shoulder and softly whisper his name. He moves a little bit but still acts like he’s asleep, wanting to hear his name coming from your mouth again. It just sounds so good when you say it.
“Baekhyun,” you whisper a little louder. He finally opens his eyes. Happy to meet yours, he smiles sweetly.
“Good morning, y/n.”
God, his raw morning voice was not something you were prepared for. You almost bite your lip. You try not to show it on your face how affected you are, but nonetheless, he notices. That infamous smirk creeps up onto his face. You blush and your mind becomes empty.
You see him sit up and turn over, sinking his left hand into the mattress to support his weight, and shifting to be above you. He adds his right hand down onto the bed, holding himself squarely on top of you. As he hovers over you, he looks down into your eyes. Your gazes lock on each other. Your heart stops as you look up at him. Frozen with shock. Frozen with wonder and want. But following his actions, you see him reach over to grab the temperature control remote that was resting on your nightstand.
“It’s a little too warm,” he says so casually, still above you. You feel his breath slightly grace your forehead. He presses the button to turn the heat off before swiftly returning to sit up on his side of the bed.
You let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You blink a couple of times to regain your composure and clear your throat.
“So it looks like the conference has been called off because of the weather,” you gesture to the window, “…the blizzard is bigger than we initially thought.” You catch him up on the staff’s messages and bleak weather forecast.
Baekhyun is a little upset at the delay in his scheduling of things, but he doesn’t stay disappointed for too long. More time with you, he thinks.
You get up from bed and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You walk languidly, completely forgetting about what you wore to bed.
Baekhyun’s eyes narrow at the name on the back of your shirt. Suho? She likes Suho? Huh. He feels a tinge of jealousy. Here you are working for him and you decide to bring the t-shirt of a different group member. And wear it right in front of him. Baekhyun waits for you to return to playfully confront you.
“Hmmm, so your type is a dandy, preppy, book smart guy, huh?”
“Baekhyun, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say in confusion.
“Well, I don’t know,” he starts while walking towards you slowly, teasingly. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and guides you in front of the large mirror. Your back faces it, your face still to him. And he is impossibly close. He smirks before slightly leaning down and whispering into your ear, “You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you?”
You look back into the mirror, only to be met face-to-face with what you attempted to hide so carefully the night prior. You immediately shut your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up, partially due to your clothing revelation and partially due to just how close you both are to each other.
Baekhyun slides his hands down your arms before completely removing them from you and crosses his arms. He cocks up an eyebrow, enjoying how small you look in front of him — literally and figuratively. Your shyness is palpable and the oversized shirt you were drowning in made you look fragile as he peers down at you. Like someone he wants to protect. Someone he wants to care for.
Before you could defend yourself, Baekhyun projects, “That’s why you were making googly eyes at him when you met the group after the EXO fan meeting we had!”
“I was not!” You countered, embarrassed at the possible truth of his statement. “Why would you even notice something like that? Stop making things up to embarrass me.”
The truth is, Baekhyun notices everything you do. Your quirks and all. How you twirl your pencil while you think, how you stick out your tongue when concentrating, and especially how you bit your lips while looking at Suho while greeting the rest of his members backstage at the fan meeting last year.
With a soft smile, Baekhyun hands you one of his spare button ups. “Well I can’t stand to see you in it any longer. Take this.”
“Does it really bother you that much? Is your ego that big? You don’t have to be everyone’s favorite you know!” You give a snarky reply. Of course, you’re still going to change out of it, though. You didn’t mean to ever be seen in it. With hesitation you accept the the shirt and bring it with you to the bathroom.
You slide your t-shirt off and replace it with Baekhyun’s fresh smelling white button up. As you slide each arm through, Baekhyun’s words ring in your head. You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you? Did he really mean that he’s jealous of the fact that your bias in the group wasn’t him? And if so, he’s just joking right? Your cheeks are still warm. You place your two hands onto your face to calm them. Feeling his closeness, his hands on your shoulders and how he slid them down your arms as he let go, and the soft tickle of his breath against the skin of your neck when he whispered to you, it refrains in your mind.
You look into the mirror at yourself in his clothes. You don’t know exactly what it is you feel, but you don’t hate it. It’s actually… comforting. This shirt is just as big as your t-shirt, so it’s oversized and comfy. It’s better than the sheer nightie that’s in your suitcase — no way that’s coming out. You’re stuck here for who knows how much longer, at least you have a new third option.
You step out the bathroom and walk towards the main living space to see Baekhyun on the phone.
“Yes, the breakfast platter for two please.”
He talks to the concierge, sitting on the brown leather sofa. His legs are spread wide and he leans back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling as he speaks. He looks delectable. You stand at the entrance of the room and continue to observe him. You see him hold the menu in one hand and the phone in the other as he carefully skims the beverage options.
“One matcha latte with almond milk and one iced americano,” he requests.
He remembered your favorite cafe order: you’re precious matcha latte. You’re shocked at this since, as his assistant, you’re usually the one to order your food at any given moment, so there’s no reason for him to archive that detail about you in his mind. After hanging up the phone, Baekhyun leans to place the menu on the coffee table. In that motion, he catches your figure standing by the entrance way. He sucks in a sharp pull of air. He stares back, wordlessly. He himself wasn’t prepared to see you in his clothing. It did something to him he wasn’t ready for. Warmth gathers in his chest. He looks you up and down as you make your way over to him. The shirt’s hem stops at such a delicious height on your thigh, tempting even. Any higher and he would have a hard time being discreet with his gaze.
“Thanks for breakfast, Baek,” you say smiling. Baekhyun could have died. You, standing in front of him in just his shirt, and calling him a new nickname? For the first time that trip, you had Baekhyun blushing.
Not too soon after, the food arrives and you two pleasantly share the meal together. At the end of your main meal, you indulge in the included sweet morning treat: churros and chocolate. It’s no secret that you love sweets - Baekhyun gifts you a set of chocolates every year for your birthday. You pick up the thick, cinnamon and sugar covered fried stick of dough and dip it into the accompanied pot of liquified chocolate. With anticipation of the flavor and little else in your mind, you lift it up to your lips and take a bite. You close your eyes as you savor the decadent dessert. You’re sure your lips have curved up into a smile as you chew.
Sitting across from you, Baekhyun finds your deep enjoyment of sweets adorable, as well as the chocolate sauce that is left on the corner of your mouth. He reaches over the table to swipe it away with his thumb. He wishes he could have licked it off. The unexpected contact causes you to open your eyes just after swallowing.
“You had something there,” he says wiping his thumb off with a napkin.
You feel your cheeks heat up. Gosh, why does he keep making your heart flutter, it’s as if he’s doing it on purpose at this point. He gives you a smile as he raises from his chair.
“Here,” he scoots his set of churros towards you, “have mine too.”
He affectionately ruffles your hair with his hand and leaves to sit at the desk in the bedroom. You watch him leave, he has such a confident stride when he walks. It’s sexy. You return your gaze to the churros and aren’t shy about finishing them. You eat your way to the last remaining churro. After dipping it, you bring it over to yourself slowly… too slowly. The chocolate sauce that coated the end drips directly onto Baekhyun’s clean white button up. Shit, shit, shit. You shoot up and scurry to the bathroom, passing Baekhyun on your way. Baekhyun turns his head in concern when he sees you run into the bathroom. You immediately take the shirt off and run it under the water of the fully blasting faucet. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you ruined a perfectly good shirt that he kindly lent to you. Drowned out by the sound of the running water and the swarm of thoughts in your mind, Baekhyun goes unnoticed as he steps in the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. In the middle of your desperate attempts to scrub the stain out of his shirt, you suddenly feel yourself encased. Baekhyun’s hands are on each of your sides. You look up into the large mirror in front of you and see Baekhyun right behind you as you stand there topless in just a pair of panties. You could have screamed but you caught yourself. You’re frozen with shock. You thought it’d be bad just if he saw that you stained his shirt, but this is so, so much worse. Or so you tell yourself.
“You know, I came in here out of concern,” he starts, “you ran right past me without saying anything and you didn’t even close the door, I had to do it for you.”
“Baekhyun, get out!” You protest as you miserably try to cover yourself.
But he doesn’t move, he stays pressed up against you, forcing you to stay facing the sink. Trapped for him to control.
“Finish what you’re doing.”
Through the mirror, your eyes shoot daggers at him, but he wouldn’t know how it’d feel to get directly hit by them. He’s been peering down at you from the side this whole time. He watches your pride crumble in front of him, because of him, directly with his own eyes.
He continues, “This is my shirt, that I own,” he pauses, “I deserve to oversee it with all the damage that you’ve done.”
It wasn’t the shirt that he wanted to oversee, it was you.
You’re in disbelief but guilty. In a desperate attempt to make this moment pass as soon as possible, you continue to tend to the shirt, though your tries at truly getting what is left of the stain out are futile. After a minute of rubbing and rinsing as best you can, you turn off the faucet in defeat.
“Please,” you let out in a whisper, “I’m so embarrassed right now, you have no idea. This is the most I can do, I’m sorry,” you say with your head down, not able to meet his eyes in the mirror.
He stays silent. Your mind races. You’re afraid that he’s upset. In this moment of stillness, you feel uneven pressure against your ass. Something hard pokes you from between you two. You look up and see his eyes closed and his lips parted. He’s aroused. It’s so obvious and you’re so gone. Byun Baekhyun, your hot as fuck boss, is pressed up against you in the bathroom of the suite that he paid for for you two, with a boner that he can barely contain.
Your eyes travel from his delicate hands resting in the edge of the counter, to his wrist decorated in a platinum Rolex watch, then up his arm. Slowly, you turn around to fully face him. Your eyes are level with his broad chest. It’s contained by a plain black tee and decorated with his beloved gold Chrome Hearts cross necklace. Eventually you meet his face. Your eyes lock.
His eyes flicker to your lips for a moment.
“Can I be honest?” He asks.
You nod in earnest, hanging on to his every word.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”
You wait for him to continue. He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gives you a sweet but firm kiss on the lips. This one peck turns into two, then three. Each lasting longer than the last, until you both are fully exploring each other’s mouths. You decide to get flirty: in the middle of your kiss, you pull away to lick his bottom lip. This elicits a deep groan from him. You gently bite his bottom lip while pulling away; it snaps back into place. Baekhyun presses his forehead to yours after that amazing kiss.
“God, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says breathless. The lack of contact doesn’t last long, though. Now that you’re facing him unlike earlier, he takes the opportunity to unashamedly get a good look at your body. He bites his lip as he fully takes in the sight of you. After a good up and down, his eyes stay tethered to your breasts. He cups them in his big hands before swirling his thumbs around your nipples. You moan softly and throw your arms around his shoulders. He bends and latches his lips to your neck. He leaves open mouthed kisses on this long stretch of skin, all for him to mark. He notes one special area that makes you throw your head back.
“Please, Baek,” you pant out.
“Please what?”
“I-I need you.”
“Where?” he asks, the roughness in his voice palpable. You grab his hand and put it right over your mound that is covered only by your panties. His eyes flash a darker shade of brown.
Baekhyun sinks down your body, his hands take a quick tour, running along your torso, swiping your breasts, your stomach, and down your legs as his knees get closer to the floor. He swiftly meets the cool, hard tile. He braces himself by holding onto your hips.
“Spread your legs, I want to taste you.” He commands and you obey.
His teeth meet the top of your panties; he bites the fabric and drags them down — they drop to your ankles.
He looks hungry. He gives your pussy a kiss.
“So so pretty.”
He finally gets a taste. Your fingers grip his hair in pleasure as he uses the thick, well-trained muscle to swirl around your swollen bud. With no more delay, he dips his tongue between your folds, eating you out with passion.
“Ah, Baek,” you whine languidly. Baekhyun smirks against you, still loving your new name for him. He fucks you with his tongue, getting more impatient by the second.
Suddenly, Baekhyun stands tall again, you see the big tent in the front of his pants. He looks, and is, uncomfortably hard. You can’t help but stare. He notices and brings your hand to touch his bulge atop the thin fabric of his cotton pajama pants.
“See what you do to me baby?”
Your mouth is agape. He really wants you and there’s no denying it now. In a drunken daze, ready to be filled, you pull down the waistband of his pants and underwear. You see it spring out, thick, hard, and angrily leaking with pre cum. You run a finger along the shaft. You see him shut his eyes and he makes a fist out of frustration. You smile, successfully teasing him. You give in and grip his cock with your hand entirely, giving it a couple of strokes up and down. Baekhyun reattaches his lips to yours as you get him impossibly hard.
He says, with little restraint left, “I need to fuck you. Now.”
He regains control and grabs your waist to lift you up onto the bathroom counter. You keep your legs spread wide for him to fit himself in between. He pumps himself one more time before lining his cock up with your entrance. His eyes flick up to yours before he takes the plunge; he wants to be sure you feel the same desire, the same ache, the same burning need. You give him a nod with needy eyes.
He watches your face closely as he sinks into you. He pushes in slowly. He could get off solely from seeing your face contort from pleasure. You both groan at this new depth of contact, of intimacy, and most notably, of pleasure. Baekhyun wants to shut his eyes and focus on how tight and wet you are around his length, but he doesn’t. He keeps his eyes open. He doesn’t want to miss a single movement from you. He wants to catch ever squirm, every wriggle, every sigh and lip bite. He wants to see all the evidence of his effect on you.
He thrusts into you go deeper and deeper as you beg him to go harder. Heavy breaths and terse grunts leave his lips. Meanwhile, you can’t control yourself. Your eyes roll back and your hands smooth over his broad shoulders and back, feeling his muscles tense with every movement he makes.
“I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re stuffed with my cock,” He breathes out.
Before you can react, you’re lifted off the counter and he promptly turns you around — returning you to your original position that started all this. His hand snakes around from behind and grips your neck. Your back arches. You’re forced to look up and at yourself in the mirror. He gives it a slight squeeze, restricting your airflow. Your eyes roll back at the dizzying sensation. You can focus on nothing but the pleasure that is welling up inside of you. Your mind and body is filled with him.
“Look at how you fall apart for me,” he whispers into your ear before once again attaching his mouth to your neck, nibbling that special spot of yours. You’re his and he wants you to remember that beyond the hotel stay. Not your shitty ex-boyfriend’s, not Suho’s, his.
You let out a cry at the love bite, too fucked out to care how loud you are. He switches his grip from your neck to now being wrapped around your hair, pulling your head back. You’re completely exposed, tits bouncing with the impact from him slamming into you. You can’t control your moans as he pummels inside of you; thrust after thrust you feel that band within your stomach tightening, getting closer and closer to snapping.
“Fuck, Baek please! I’m so close,” you whine out.
Your pussy grips his cock, ready to milk him for everything he has.
“Yeah, you want to cum? You want to cum all over my pretty cock don’t you?”
You nod your head in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chant.
Baekhyun’s grip on your waist tightens and his eyebrows furrow. He looks down, mesmerized at his cock disappearing inside of you.
“Fucking cum for me,” he grunts out roughly.
You feel your body tremble as your release takes over. Your vision goes white; your body explodes under his grasp. Soon after, you feel Baekhyun grip your waist the hardest he ever has.
“You’re gonna take every drop,” he forces out through gritted teeth. He stills in you and throws his head back with a growl. His thick cock pulses inside of you as it shoots his pent up load. Thick ropes of his hot white cum paint your walls.
If his hand wasn’t on your waist to hold you up, you would have collapsed from your unstable legs. You close your eyes, still recovering from the intense orgasm. Your body is spent. He slowly pulls out of you; you feel the mix of your secretions seep out your cunt.
Your body feels heavy in this moment, but with the kiss that Baekhyun lands on your shoulder, your heart flutters and feels light.
SUMMARY: You would never call these hook-ups. That term didn’t suit Baekhyun – the gentleman, the prince, always so well-behaved, always on top of his game, sending polite smiles to the by-standers and more enthusiastic ones to the people he entertained with a small talk. Being called a lover despite these being only fleeing moments seemed far more suitable for the elegant man Baekhyun was.
A/N: I will be 100% with you, there is far more yapping than plot, but hey, I enjoyed the yapping! Just that I feel it's not so representative to my usual fics or even smuts in particular. Let me know what you think!
“Good evening, mister Byun” you greeted.
Just like any other time the two of you met publicly, to anyone standing by, it would look like nothing but a polite exchange. You didn’t even use your first names, keeping your interactions civil and businesslike, never out of place, never hinting to any connection deeper than a simple acquaintanceship.
“Good evening. I’m glad you found the time to come. I heard you’ve been pretty busy these days.” His smile was warm, but reserved.
“I managed to make the time” you smiled in response, a bit too widely, before catching yourself and timidly forcing down the enthusiasm. That bit of sincerity often sparkled through, no matter how elegant or refined you tried to act, and Baekhyun’s own smile widened – it was a distinctively you thing among all the trained smiles in the room. Before you met him, you tried far harder to un-learn that habit, to train yourself into a persona that was suitable for official gatherings like this. But, somehow, seeing Baekhyun grow fond of you despite the trait made you far more accepting of it as well. Maybe it was exactly what drew him to you in the first place – but you would never know that for sure.
“How has your work been, then?” he asked casually.
“Please, don’t make me think of it now” you hummed, expressively taking a sip of wine from the glass you were holding, and Baekhyun let out a warm laugh that drew some eyes to the two of you.
Baekhyun’s acquaintance, Jongdae, stood next to the two of you, his own smile never ceasing, although more relaxed as he only listened to the exchange. You wondered if, after knowing Baekhyun all these years, he could see through the politeness and only chose to disregard the signs. Or maybe it was just you thinking there was any way to see through Baekhyun – maybe his politeness was unbreachable. That would explain why, after all this time, the two of you remained unnoticed.
The truth, however, was that your relationship was much deeper than just acquaintanceship. Although, in a way, there was nothing deep about it – only a bit of inappropriateness, one that you were happy to keep away from the public eye. But, truthfully, it was nothing that special. Nothing one of a kind.
You would never call your meetings hook-ups. That term didn’t suit Baekhyun – the gentleman, the prince, always so well-behaved, always on top of his game, sending polite smiles to the by-standers and more enthusiastic ones to the people he entertained with a small talk. He held the wine glass with practiced elegance, never too lavishly, maintaining the perfect balance between modesty and confidence. It drew people in – it made everyone fall in love with him. And you weren’t any different.
But his fondness of you did differ from the one he showed to other people, and you were hyperaware of the lingering glances while the two of you entertained other guests during the fundraising party held in the old mansion that had been currently serving as a museum.
These were parties like this that the two of you met at the most often – a neutral ground, never raising anyone’s suspicions, never inappropriate.
Maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if the two of you had been acknowledged by the public. But it wouldn’t feel right. As if it would mean expecting too much, creating a vision that neither of you wanted to take the responsibility for.
But the parties? They were a playground. They were something you looked forward to. You knew what to expect from him. It wasn’t emotionless; quite the opposite. The fondness was genuine and mutual. And it burned hot.
Every party or gathering, fundraising or not. Every time the fate brought you two together – somehow it happened frequently, the city’s socialite circle not being as broad as one would think. Finding a spot that nobody could find you in, making out until your bodies craved more, indulging in each other as if the two of you were lovers. Maybe you were, in a way. Being called a lover despite these being only fleeing moments seemed far more suitable for the elegant man Baekhyun was.
You wondered, however, if it felt any suitable for you. You lacked the confidence, the elegance that he oozed with. It wasn’t the first time you opted for being casual with someone, avoiding the arrangement that would require thinking too much, sacrificing too much. There was nothing special about you – you weren’t pure, or particularly beautiful, or notably skilled at making others feel good, despite your best efforts. Sometimes, you wondered why, of all people, Baekhyun sought refugee in your embrace.
But then you thought that, if nothing else, you prided yourself in always taking what he was giving, in always being honest about what you were willing or not willing to do, in being sincere with him at all times the two of you spent together.
This, for once, was not an act – even if the scenes or plays that the two of you engaged in sometimes were, just for the joy, for the variety of it, there was something genuine about the two of you never pretending to be something you were not. Maybe that was what the two of you needed – the safe place to act out the fantasy without wondering what the other may want from you at the end of the day. The trust. The compatibility that was not based on restraining yourself or hiding the true needs and wants, but on accepting what the other needed or wanted at the moment, and giving yourself to each other – without a worry or shame.
And there was, truly, no room for shame, because, despite the gentleman that he was, Baekhyun’s pace was always relentless. And, although you could predict the deed itself, you were still awestruck by the fact that of all places, he guided you to the art curator’s office and had you bent you over the desk of the kind elderly man that, less than twenty minutes ago, talked to you about the vegetables he was growing in his backyard. Carrots and pumpkins.
He chose this place deliberately, you knew. It wasn’t accidental. It couldn’t be, and Baekhyun was never accidental. Because right ahead of you, behind the curator’s leather office chair, hung an oil painting of a middle-aged lady looking at you with disdain and borderline disgust. Judging you. But never ceasing to watch.
Your stomach coiled with something feral, something that made you clench around Baekhyun’s cock as he moved at a fast, but deliberate pace, fingers tangled in your hair that surely didn’t hold the shape of the elegant updo that you entered the estate with. His other arm was wrapped around your waist, preventing you from falling against the desk – making sure that you never stopped the eye contact with the painting.
“Look at you… You’re going to go out there in that fancy dress and with cum leaking down your thighs. What a slut you have to be to get fucked at a fundraising party?”
His voice pierced through your very being. The meaning of it, the tone of his voice matched what you imagined the painting to think. Shameless. But careful all the while, so conscious of your comfort, making sure to never pull your hair in a way that would hurt, holding you well so that your pubic bone wouldn’t bruise against the desk you were pressed to.
“That’s what you’re good for. Being used like that…” His voice trailed off when you clenched around him, his own body quivering ever so slightly. “You’re so good for me” he all but moaned, his tone softening so suddenly that it gave you a whiplash. It was so him. Praise overlapping with degradation, the mood shifting but the pace never ceasing. And you swallowed up every single drop of it. He knew how to have you wrapped around his finger.
There was something cleansing about the way Baekhyun degraded you. About the ways he found to humiliate you, making the gap between of you grow to the size where it no longer mattered. Not trying to make you feel better about yourself. Making you feel so pathetic instead, so lowly and unworthy, that with his single touch, he made you ascend, setting your soul ablaze, giving your existence a purpose.
And then something utterly blessing in the way he praised you. As if only his approval mattered, as if of all things in the world, only his acknowledgement made any sense.
All these words tangled together with your own thoughts, mending so much that you no longer remembered what your insecurity was. A mush of perception, now commanded by him, last bits of your autonomy – gone without a trace.
Your mind melted away and you didn’t even realize you forgot to hold back on the sounds you were making until Baekhyun’s hand let go of your hair and clamped around your mouth instead, two fingers pushing between your lips, too frantic for you to even focus on anything but the salty taste on your tongue.
“Stay quiet, angel. I don’t want them to hear how much you like being ruined.”
You loved every bit of him. And he, undeniably and sincerely, loved every bit of you.
And as the world right outside the door continued to run, the two of you took the sweet time to indulge in the moments you allowed yourself to feel.
“Where did you learn to braid?”
Baekhyun’s fingers combed through your hair with practiced ease, untangling the knots and making sure nothing stood out as he tried to recreate your previous updo to his best capability. It surely wouldn’t look like straight from the hairdresser you visited earlier today, but he still seemed pretty comfortable in the way he brought the strands together, and, spotting yourself in the reflection of the glass cabinet nearby, you were certain no one would even notice the change.
“I used to share an apartment as a student” he admitted, a hue of shyness lacing his voice. “Me and two girls. It just came handy.”
You blinked.
“You? Shared an apartment?” You turned around to face him, now genuinely curious.
Baekhyun let out a small giggle. The sound was precious in your ears.
“I rebelled against my family a lot when I was younger. I moved out to study arts. Unimaginable in my bloodline. But it worked well for me.”
You nodded slowly, but still stared at him in awe, pondering over what you just learned.
“I’m not done yet” he suddenly scolded you, gently putting hands on the sides of your head and turning you to face away from him again.
His fingers worked so gently, so carefully. They massaged your scalp as they went on, and the sensation made you melt a little. For a brief moment, you thought that this is even nicer than any sex the two of you had. That you wouldn’t mind feeling this every day.
“I want to learn more about you” you suddenly announced.
Baekhyun’s fingers stilled. In the glass cabinet’s reflection, your eyes met. You stuttered, looking down at your hands, folded neatly in your lap.
“I- I mean, just, you know, out of curiosity.”
Slowly, uncertainly, he resumed the work. A silence fell upon the two of you. You let it last.
Somewhere in the middle, Baekhyun stood up to close the window he left ajar to refresh the office air. Nobody still found you here, and you wondered if it was just a matter of time or if the curator was simply not going to come. Not like anyone else had any business coming in here.
Giving your renewed updo the last glance and pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, Baekhyun patted your shoulder.
“Here you go, pretty girl. Are you cold?”
Your thoughts hung onto the casual praise for a moment before you replied.
“Just a little.” You turned around again, facing him, more confidently this time, with more certainty and intent. Your head tilted to the side, wordlessly inquiring, asking him the unspoken question. The tension between the two of you was sharp. Baekhyun’s lips parted for a moment, taking you in with hesitation.
“We can meet sometime.”
This, for once, sounded unpracticed. Baekhyun’s eyes slipped to your lips for a brief moment before moving back up, not in the usual way that made you weak in the knees, but rather yearning softly, as if his control slipped for a moment.
“If you would like.”
For a few moments, he sat there, bared from the usual demeanor, more vulnerable than you had ever seen him be. Real. Like he was doing it for the first time and worried about messing things up. You cherished this moment in your heart for as long as it took before you realized that his gaze, searching yours, pleaded for an answer.
“I would love that. Anytime you want. Anywhere…” He hushed you, pressing his lips against yours.
Like a lover. Like he usually did. Only now, it meant just a little bit more.
You broke the kiss, feeling your face burn up and covering the shyness with a cough that made the corner of Baekhyun’s lips lift smugly as he pressed the last, chaste kiss into your cheek.
“We should probably return to the party,” you spoke quickly, “someone might be looking for us.” Hopefully not the curator.
“It should be warmer there” he nodded.
He helped you to your feet and his hands smoothened the fabric of your dress.
The party continued throughout the night. Things that sprouted during, however, lasted much, much longer.
A/N: Please reblog if you enjoyed and follow if you would like to read more in the future. By the way! I will have the next Baekhyun fanfic coming out on 14th December. I will not be collecting tags for that one specifically so if you would like to be tagged, make sure to join my Taglist!
