Summary - You thought you could escape – you were wrong. Baekhyun can find you no matter where you run, and maybe, just maybe, a small part of you is glad he does.
A/N - This is part of the 2k follower event from this request. I hope you like it! It was super fun to write! Thanks for the request! Sorry it's so late haha <3
The crunch of cheap plastic in your hand alerts you to the desperate grip you have on your phone the moment you hear his voice. You want to drop the device, to stomp it into a million tiny pieces and run from this place, but you’re frozen in place. How could you be so stupid?
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” he asks, drawing out the sound longer than necessary, his voice curt.
An icy shiver runs through your body regardless of the heat. Reaching out for the large tumbler on the small table you instead swat at the beverage and it topples over, its contents spilling from the white surface down to the concrete at your feet.
“Careful. You don’t want to sully your new dress.”
New dress? Twisting your neck back and forth you look at the people sitting outside the cafe. To your left sits a couple deep in conversation, next to them is a woman and a small dog who’s eating more of her blueberry bagel than she is, on your left sits an elderly man reading a paper. The sun belts down as you try to scan further out, the crowd of people rushing in every direction. In the middle of the city it’s hard to see every possible hiding place. Not that he’s hiding.
No, hiding isn’t really Baekhyun’s style, is it?
“Why?”
“Why what, baby?” Smooth as silk. “Use your words.”
Turning back to the table you smile and apologise to the waitress as she shoos away your feeble attempts to help her clean up the mess you made. Grabbing your purse you pull out a twenty and place it on the table, shaking your head when she suggests change. “Why are you here?”
“I was worried about you. You know you can’t live without me. How long do you plan to keep up this little facade?”
“I don’t need you,” you whisper, venom dripping from your lips as you step in turn with the rest of the crowd heading west. The pace is quick and although you know it's futile you hope that he’ll lose you in the horde.
“You know I love the chase.” His voice has a lilt to it, and the familiar sound of a bustling crowd audible on his end. He’s in pursuit. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.”
Looking over your shoulder you don’t see him. Ducking and weaving through the crowd you make your way across the street and take a chance to escape into an alleyway. “Why does it have to be me?”
“What a stupid question,” he says, the sound of the crowd still bubbling on his end of the phone. Then you see him. He’s in the crowd ahead of you, his focus locked onto the heads in front of him. Ducking behind a dumpster you watch as he passes. Relief tingles across your skin as you slide down the wall, a small smile on your lips.
“Why’s that?”
You asked the words but have no intention to listen to the answer. Instead you drop the phone from your ear and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath of air. You’re still free.
“Because you belong to me.”
The whispered words have your skin crawling as your eyes snap open. Your phone is no longer on the ground – it’s swinging leisurely from side to side next to your shoulder. Lips brush up against your neck as an arm curls around your waist, lifting you off the cold ground. Your back melts against his chest as his grip tightens, his way of letting you know he’s caught you.
Right when you think he plans to curl around you like a boa and squeeze the life out of you he loosens his grip. His lips trail across your skin, the warmth of his breath matching the warmth of his hands as they explore your body, rigid at first, as if an inspection. Once he’s satisfied it changes, turning instead to petal-like touches as he kisses his way up your jaw.
“Did you really think you could leave me?” he whispers the words against your neck, pressure increasing with each kiss. His hands snake under your clothes, one sliding up your skirt while the other dips under your shirt. “Did you?”
“It was stupid to leave,” you say, leaning back against him, your body quick to betray you. Your body always has a way of betraying you when Baekyun’s around.
“Why is my baby so stupid?” he chuckles right before he nibbles on your ear, compelling you to arch your back as you lean towards his touch. “It’s so obvious you would die without me. Without my touch. Without my love.”
He’s wrong. Or is he? You can’t think straight when he’s this close.
No, you don’t need him. You can survive without him. In fact you have been doing just that. You got away from him for almost three months and you have been just fine on your own. It’s not that you need him, you don’t, you want him.
What he thinks of as love, you know for what it truly is. Carnal desire. Animalistic lust. This isn’t love. If it was, it wouldn't be so hard to walk away.
Tears stream down your face as you realise he’ll never let you go and even if he did, you’d never truly get away. Deep down it’s something you’ve always known.
Your hand reaches around to circle the back of his head, to bring him closer. This is where you belong. He asks, “Did my baby miss me?” to which you nod and close your eyes, letting his hungry fingers dance along your skin. Grinding your arse up against his hips you can feel his hard cock through the material of his jeans and it sends sparks racing across your body from within your core. This is where he resides, deep inside, the other side of your coin.
“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you,” he says as he brushes his fingers against your clit. He digs his teeth into your neck as if to punctuate the point, eliciting a guttural moan from your lips. “If I don’t punish you now, what’s to stop you from trying to leave again?”
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𓆩 junmyeon 𓆪
⟢ friends help each other out @cxsmicmyeon
⟢ honest @jaehunny
⟢ jealousy @lunaflowers
⟢ friends @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ the whale song @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ hard enough @writemekpop
⟢ how it starts @yeoldontknow
𓆩 minseok 𓆪
⟢ mine @yehet-me-up
⟢ ready or not @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ dinner date @iibonniee
⟢ love @itstheoneshot
⟢ in the morning @eomayas
⟢ lust @causekpop
⟢ the heir @byuntrash101
⟢ an uncomfortable christmas @prettywordsyouleft
⟢ cream soda @eomayas
⟢ closure @eomayas
⟢ glossy fruits @baeklooming-day
⟢ touch @yeolsmuffin
⟢ back then (when we used to) @simplyyeol
⟢ red flag @jongbross
⟢ hook, line & sinker @whimsical-ness
⟢ on the way @baeklination
⟢ silver @lucyjay
⟢ don’t go @anyamaris
⟢ office cohorts @8bityeol
⟢ take you home @ohh-baekhyun
⟢ high for this @exxxblr
⟢ mutually beneficial @breakyeol
⟢ sweet @baekluvie
⟢ goodnight n go @its-not-sof
⟢ the ugly friend @universitykpop
⟢ touch it for real @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢ littoral @whatifexo
⟢ the bad boy’s secret @subbykboys
⟢ the wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table @taeclipse
⟢sexual fantasies @justwritedreams
⟢torque @yeoldontknow
⟢the morning after @yeoldontknow
⟢all quiet @yeoldontknow
⟢what happens in paris @yeoldontknow
⟢break a sweat @breakyeol
⟢greatest gift @wonderlustlucas
⟢reckless behavior @jongbross
⟢mad? @jongbross
⟢where do I live again? @taemins-dolphin
⟢comfort zone @taexual
⟢mirror @onlylovekpop
⟢sweet,sweet relief @breakyeol
⟢the doctor will see you now @kwanisms
⟢not shy of a spark @chaecchi
𓆩 kyungsoo 𓆪
⟢squirm, baby @breakyeol
⟢across the way @kpopfanfictrash
⟢sent @j-pping
⟢give it some thought @j-pping
⟢something sweet @anyamaris
⟢childs play @exxxoblr
⟢brother @cocobutnochanel
⟢between a rock and a hard place @sooibian
𓆩 jongin 𓆪
⟢ blame it on touch @yeoldontknow
⟢it’s nothing @mybiasisexo
⟢dirty sinner @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢yes, sir @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢shut me up @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢kinktober day 1 @itstheoneshot
⟢dirty @writemekpop
𓆩 sehun 𓆪
⟢formidable @prettywordsyouleft
⟢neighbours @itstheoneshot
⟢you drive me so crazy @jongbross
⟢don’t delete the kisses @kyungseokie
⟢yes, sir @werejusttouchingeachother
⟢you @enaasteria
⟢more than a dance @gyudior
⟢pink @soobadnoonecanstopher
⟢humiliation @mybiasisexo
⟢tension @universitykpop
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Fire lieutenant!Kim Minseok x kindergarten teacher! reader.
sumary; Minseok thought a Friday morning community outreach event at a kindergarten would be quiet... and maybe painfully boring. What he didn't know was that JongIn had moved heaven and earth to get him assigned there for one very specific reason: to meet the most beautiful and undeniably bold teacher he'd ever come across. Between an oversized firefighter uniform that leaves absolutely no room for personal space, Sehun's relentless teasing, a kitten stranded in a tree, and a single wink that nearly makes Lieutenant Kim forget every protocol he's sworn to follow, what begins as a simple school demonstration quickly turns into a strictly confidential report... One that somehow ends up in his private messages instead.
The station clock hadn't even hit 7:30 in the morning when Sehun dropped his forehead onto the stainless steel kitchen table with a dramatic groan. He was already wearing the navy uniform pants and the station's gray T-shirt, the fabric stretched snugly across his broad shoulders. He looked like a man who had just been sentenced.
—Tell me this is a joke—he mumbled into the cold metal. —Please tell me I'm scheduled for hydrant inspections in the business district... or cleaning hoses all week. Hell, I'd even wash the truck twice. Just don't make me go there.
Across from him, Minseok had been carefully adjusting the straps on his boots until they were perfectly even. He didn't so much as blink before getting to his feet. As always, his uniform was immaculate, not a single wrinkle in sight, making him the complete opposite of the disaster slumped across the table.
—It's community outreach, Sehun. It's part of the job.—He picked up his jacket from the back of the chair. —Besides, JongIn insisted that the two of us handle this demonstration personally—Minseok replied in his usual calm, unwavering tone, the kind that made it clear there would be no arguing. —So get moving. I'm not showing up late.
That was all Sehun needed to hear.
He sat up so fast it was almost comical, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face.
¿JongIn had insisted?
Sehun knew exactly why JongIn had pulled every string he could to get them assigned to this visit when the station had already completed its annual outreach quota. A knowing smile tugged at his lips. JongIn had planned this. And he'd done it so smoothly that it was almost beautiful.
Minseok had absolutely no idea what was waiting for him.
But now that Sehun knew JongIn had orchestrated the whole thing, he was more than ready to become the world's most entertained spectator... and its biggest instigator.
When Central Station's massive red fire engine rolled into the kindergarten playground with the slow confidence of a giant, Minseok and his partner expected the usual explosion of excited children.
Instead, both of them paused.
About thirty five-year-olds sat neatly on the grass in perfect rows.
And there she was.
A pair of sunglasses rested on top of her head while she held a clipboard as though she ruled the entire playground. She looked completely relaxed, completely in control.
When the engine shut off and the truck doors opened, none of the children ran toward the firefighters.
No shouting.
No chaos.
With nothing more than a subtle gesture from her, every child stayed exactly where they were, greeting the firefighters together in perfect unison.
Minseok stepped down from the truck, his heavy boots echoing against the pavement. The uniform looked unfairly good on him. The thick-duty pants and dark station shirt fit comfortably over his broad shoulders.
He barely managed two steps before something strange twisted in his chest.
The closer he got, the faster his heartbeat became.
JongIn... you bastard.
He'd been right. The teacher was stunning.
—Good morning, ma'am —Minseok greeted, forcing himself back into firefighter mode. He removed his cap in one smooth motion, revealing sharp feline eyes.—I'm Lieutenant Kim. We're ready to begin the demonstration whenever you'd like.
She greeted him with a sideways smile, letting her eyes travel discreetly over his impressive frame before meeting his gaze again with unmistakable playfulness
—Good morning, Lieutenant. Welcome.—Her voice was soft. —Firefighter JongIn told me quite a bit about your station... although he somehow forgot to mention Central was sending their finest.
Her tone remained perfectly professional for a schoolyard, but there was an unmistakable warmth behind it that caught Minseok completely off guard.
He blinked. Twice.
Behind him, Sehun quietly snorted.
The tips of Minseok's ears had already started turning pink.
She turned back to the children, introducing Lieutenant Kim and Firefighter Oh before the demonstration officially began.
Soon, the playground filled with excited laughter.
Rather than simply answering questions, Minseok had Sehun introduce the children to the equipment on the truck.
While Sehun helped several kids hold the heavy fire hose, Minseok carefully helped them try on one of the oversized structural firefighting coats they wore during actual fires.
The jackets swallowed the children whole.
Their helmets bounced over their eyes.
She moved effortlessly around the group, snapping photos with her phone.
At one point, she aimed the camera directly at the lieutenant.
Minseok was kneeling in front of one little boy, adjusting the oversized gear.
Hearing the familiar sound of the camera shutter, he looked up.
She held his gaze.
Then, to his complete surprise, she lowered the sunglasses covering her eyes with a single finger... and winked.
Minseok became so flustered that the glove he'd just picked up slipped straight out of his hands and landed on the ground with a dull thump.
Watching his lieutenant awkwardly scramble to retrieve it, Sehun had to clear his throat to stop himself from bursting into laughter.
Seeing his lieutenant's obvious fluster, Sehun adjusted the cap on his head and flashed the children the kind of smile that, to anyone who knew him, gave away exactly how much fun he was having.
—Alright, alright, hold on!—. Sehun called, raising his voice just enough to get everyone's attention—. We've already seen how adorable the kids look in the gear... But we're forgetting someone very important. Who thinks the teacher should try on Lieutenant Kim's jacket too?.
The response was immediate.
—Yeeees!—the children shouted in unison.
—Teacher! Put it on!— a pair of twins sitting right in front of Minseok chanted excitedly, clapping their hands.
She laughed, and Minseok felt another knot tighten in his stomach.
Ever since he'd stepped off the truck that morning, he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her for very long. There was something about the effortless way she moved around the children, how naturally she shifted from keeping thirty five-year-olds perfectly organized to laughing right alongside them, that completely unraveled him.
And then there was the way she smiled at him.
As if they'd known each other for years.
He honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had managed to make him this nervous.
He watched her fold her arms and shoot Sehun a challenging look.
Then she turned back to him.
The sight alone froze him where he stood, the glove he'd finally recovered still hanging loosely between his fingers as he silently debated whether or not he should strangle Sehun later.
—Well, Lieutenant Kim—she said in a light, playful tone as she took two slow steps toward him, while he remained kneeling beside a few of the children—. Looks like we've got a very demanding audience today.
She stopped in front of him.
—Do you think a girl like me could handle your uniform?
Minseok swallowed.
At that moment, he genuinely couldn't tell whether she'd made a perfectly innocent comment or whether she'd just delivered the boldest line he'd heard all morning.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn't sure which possibility made him more nervous.
He cast a quick glance around.
The children had already gone back to giving Sehun and the fire engine their full attention.
Thank goodness.
Minseok slowly got to his feet, forcing himself to offer her a professional smile, though the sparkle in his feline eyes betrayed him. It took him a second longer than usual to answer.
—It's... fairly heavy gear, ma'am.—He cleared his throat—.But if you're willing... I don't see why not.
He paused.
For a split second, he wondered if his own response had accidentally sounded just as suggestive.
Recovering quickly, he looked toward his partner.
—Sehun, hold her clipboard.
That immediately caught Sehun's attention.
Still wearing the most insufferably entertained grin imaginable, he walked over while the children eagerly followed behind him.
Minseok picked up the massive turnout coat resting on the hood of the truck.
She handed her phone and the clipboard to Sehun.
Then Minseok stepped closer.
Much closer.
Standing only inches behind her, he lifted the heavy coat, surrounding her in his space before carefully settling it over her shoulders.
The oversized jacket fell around her body with surprising weight.
Lieutenant Kim was now standing only a few inches behind her.
She caught the clean scent of his cologne as it blended with the rough smell of firefighter gear, worn leather gloves, and smoke that seemed permanently woven into the fabric.
For the first time since she'd started teasing him that morning she had to remind herself they were standing in front of thirty small children.
—Slide your arms through—Minseok murmured.
His deep voice sounded right beside her ear.
Low.
Quiet.
Meant only for her.
Behind them, the children continued playing with Sehun, blissfully unaware.
She slipped her arms into the oversized sleeves.
The coat completely swallowed her, its weight forcing her shoulders back ever so slightly.
There wasn't much room between them.
As Minseok adjusted the coat over her shoulders, the front of his chest barely brushed against her back.
She felt herself freeze.
Before she could react, he had already stepped around to stand in front of her.
His large, practiced hands moved to the front of the coat, fastening each heavy metal clasp one by one.
There was barely any space left between them.
Every time he secured another buckle, his fingertips accidentally brushed the fabric stretched across her chest.
Minseok stubbornly kept his eyes fixed on his own hands, concentrating with everything he had on hiding the slight tremor in his fingers.
His breathing, however, had grown noticeably uneven.
The tension in his jaw was impossible to miss.
She noticed.
Realizing just how focused he was on fastening the coat, she leaned forward ever so slightly...
Closing the distance even more.
—You know, Lieutenant—she whispered, carefully lowering her voice so it wouldn't carry beyond the space between them. —JongIn talked about your station quite a bit before we scheduled today's visit.
Minseok continued fastening another clasp.
—But now that I've seen you in person—she went on softly—. I have to say he didn't do you justice.
His fingers stopped instantly.
Right on the final clasp near her collar.
His head snapped up.
His eyes widened.
Every trace of composure he'd been clinging to disappeared in an instant.
The faint blush that had only reached the tips of his ears spread across his cheeks then all the way down his neck.
For a long second, he simply stared at her. Speechless.
His hands remained frozen just below her collarbone while she met his gaze with that same fearless spark dancing in her eyes.
—P-Professor...—was all he managed before his voice cracked. He immediately cleared his throat, making one desperate attempt to regain what little dignity he had left.
From atop the fire truck, Sehun burst into loud, unrestrained laughter.
—Careful, Lieutenant!—he shouted. —You forgot the helmet!
The spell broke.
Moving far quicker than necessary, though still slightly clumsy, Minseok grabbed the heavy black helmet.
—Please tilt your head forward—he said quietly, trying to reclaim every ounce of professionalism he still had left as he carefully lowered it onto her head. The oversized helmet slipped down nearly to her eyebrows, forcing her to lift her chin with an amused smile.
Minseok simply stared. She looked tiny inside his turnout gear. Completely swallowed by the oversized coat.
And somehow... Incredibly powerful.
He was beginning to have a very difficult time remembering that he was technically still on duty.
Just as Minseok was about to answer her challenge, finally setting his shyness aside, the moment was shattered. One of the little girls came running across the playground as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.
—Teacher!—she cried.—Mrs. Molly's gray kitty climbed way up the tree and it's crying!.
The teacher immediately looked toward the fence at the back of the playground. Sure enough, a tiny gray ball of fur clung desperately to the trunk several meters above the ground.
Sehun stepped forward without missing a beat. Handing her phone back to her, he gave Minseok an exaggerated pat on the back.
—Well, looks like we got lucky—he announced with a grin.—Lieutenant Kim isn't just our captain. Rescuing cats is basically his Friday specialty.—He turned toward his superior with the most innocent smile he could fake.—Isn't that right, Lieutenant?
She raised an eyebrow.
Despite the weight of the turnout coat, she took a small step closer until she was once again standing near enough for Minseok to feel the warmth of her presence.
—Oh—she said, her smile growing just a little more playful as her eyes slowly traveled over him from head to toe.—Your specialty?—She tilted her head.—I certainly hope you don't disappoint me up there, Lieutenant.
Minseok swallowed.
Between her subtle teasing and Sehun's painfully obvious setup, he felt completely cornered.
Still... His pride as a firefighter, and perhaps an even stronger desire to impress her, won the battle.
—Don't worry, Professor —he replied. This time his voice came out steady, and the competitive spark returned to his feline eyes.— Sehun.—He never looked away from her.—Bring me the extension ladder.
—Yes, sir—Sehun answered far too cheerfully. Within moments everything was ready. Minseok climbed the ladder one rung at a time.
The late morning breeze ruffled his dark hair, and the station shirt stretched across his broad shoulders with every controlled movement upward. Whatever nerves she'd managed to stir in him only moments ago disappeared the instant he started climbing.
Up there He was completely in his element.
Every movement was precise. Graceful.
Confident.
Almost feline.
When he finally reached the frightened cat, his voice softened into something surprisingly gentle.
—It's okay—The little gray cat protested with a nervous meow and tried to retreat even farther along the branch.—I've got you.
Slowly, patiently, he reached forward until the tiny animal finally allowed itself to be gathered beneath his arm. Only then did he begin his descent.
The moment his boots touched solid ground again, the playground exploded into cheers.
The children clapped, shouted, and bounced excitedly around him. Minseok walked straight toward her.
Without saying a word, he carefully placed the little gray cat into her waiting arms. As she accepted it, her fingers deliberately brushed against his bare knuckles.
The touch lasted only a second. Even so Minseok instinctively held his breath.
His dark eyes met hers with unmistakable intensity.
—Here you are, Professor—he murmured, his voice nearly an octave lower than before. The tips of his ears were now completely red.—I hope today's demonstration lived up to expectations.
This time He took a risk. A tiny, almost hesitant wink accompanied the end of the sentence.
She blinked in surprise before smiling.
—Thank you, Lieutenant.—Holding the cat securely against her chest, she met his gaze without looking away.—That was an absolutely heroic rescue.
From the back of the truck, Sehun's lazy, teasing voice cut through the moment.
—Professor, for safety reasons and official department protocol—he called dramatically—. I think you should give the Lieutenant your phone number.—He paused just long enough to make sure everyone was listening.— You know... so he can file the confidential rescue report.—Another beat.— Or... just in case you ever need a firefighter to calm your nerves after another life-threatening kitten emergency.
She laughed openly.
The warm sound instantly shattered the composed atmosphere Minseok had been trying so hard to rebuild. She looked back at him, silently trying to figure out whether he actually wanted that.
Judging by the smile he was no longer making any effort to hide, the answer seemed obvious.
—Well—Minseok began, rubbing the back of his neck with uncharacteristic awkwardness.— I could... send you the educational material we covered with the children today.—He hesitated.—And... if it wouldn't be too much trouble—His eyes briefly flickered toward the phone she was holding.—I was wondering if you might be willing to share some of the pictures you took.
She smiled knowingly.
—I suppose that doesn't leave me much room to say no.—After a brief pause, she added—. After all... it would be a shame not to send you photographic evidence of your heroic rescue, Lieutenant.
She held his gaze just a little longer.
—Go ahead.—She recited her number slowly enough for him to type it into his phone.—But make sure that report stays strictly within your private chat.
A crooked smile finally appeared on Minseok's face. The tension melted from his jaw, replaced by equal parts relief and quiet confidence. His thumb hovered over the newly saved contact before he slipped his phone back into his pocket.
—I'll make sure to review that report... very carefully.
Summary: In his reign, Baekhyun strived to be a virtuous emperor, all for the sake of his kind-hearted empress, steadfastly resisting the temptations of power that had corrupted those before him. He held onto the belief that this was the key to securing her eternal presence by his side. Yet, he learned, to his heartbreak, that this very resolve would lead to the cruellest loss of all.
Genre: heavy angst
Trigger Warnings: major character death, violence, gore, lots of blood
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"Capture that demon before she flees!"
Her hands trembled as she gazed at her reflection in the ornate gold mirror. Once healthy skin now bore a sickly pallor, brown eyes turned crimson, tears staining her cheeks red. Even her jet-black hair had transformed to snowy white. Confusion and fear gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the inexplicable transformation.
As guards roughly seized her arms, she pleaded, "No, please! I've done nothing wrong! I don't understand any of this!"
"Of course, you'd deny it, Your Imperial Majesty," sneered the Minister of Rites, one of many who had urged her husband, the emperor, to accept their daughters as concubines. "Little did you know, those potions you received from the royal healer for the past month were meant to reveal your true nature by shedding your human guise."
Horror pierced her heart as realisation dawned. The tonics meant to maintain her health had been a ruse. She had been poisoned, it explained the sudden and alarming changes in her body and health.
"You," she whispered, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon her. "It was all you."
She was not naive; she understood the ministers' discontent with her influence over Baekhyun throughout his reign. Their persistent attempts to sway him, offering their daughters as concubines to bolster their own power and threaten her position, had not escaped her notice. Their frustration must have reached its zenith when her husband adamantly refused their advances, steadfast in his commitment to her as his one and only empress.
"Hm? I'm not sure I understand what you're implying," the man smirked, his deceptive tone belying his words. "We've long suspected there was more to you, Your Imperial Majesty. It appears you're indeed a demon, effortlessly manipulating the emperor. Surely a man of his stature would desire more than one woman by his side?"
Struggling against the guards' grasp, she retorted weakly, "You vile cowards. You'll rue the day my husband learns of this..."
The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, revealing their sinister plot. They had bided their time, seizing the perfect opportunity amidst the chaos of war. With Baekhyun, the virtuous emperor she had wished him to be, leading the army, they saw their chance to poison her, framing her as a demon to eradicate her while he was away.
"Or perhaps we'll witness the rise of the ambitious emperor we've long awaited. He will finally be able to reach his full potential without you here obstructing his path," he sneered, gesturing towards the approaching healer with another bowl of poison. "Just comply and drink your tonic, Your Imperial Majesty. Your suffering will soon end, and our nation will thrive under the rule of a new emperor, liberated from your naive ideals."
As the sinister men tightened their grip, she sobbed in agony, the relentless headache from the past month resurfacing with a vengeance. Each touch felt like a dagger through her skull, each word a cruel reminder of her plight.
With an apologetic bow of his head, the healer cupped her jaw, his hands trembling as he forced the bowl of poison towards her lips. "Forgive me, Your Imperial Majesty," he whispered, his voice trembling with remorse. "This will be the last one, I promise."
She gagged as the bitter liquid slid down her throat, burning with each swallow. Crimson tears streamed down her white face as she choked on the vile concoction, feeling her strength wane with each passing moment. In that desperate moment, all she could do was pray for salvation from the nightmare consuming her.
As the healer finally released his hold, she felt despair engulf her. The bitter poison settled within her damaged insides, coursing through her veins like a silent killer, slowly consuming her from within.
"It is done, my lord. The empress will not survive through the night," the healer declared, his voice carrying a finality that chilled her to the bone.
The minister's grin widened with satisfaction. "Excellent. Arrange for someone to confirm her death by dawn. Let her enjoy her final moments in the comforts of her own chambers. His Imperial Majesty will surely be grateful we've rid him of his treacherous demon of a wife upon his return from war."
Laying limply in the centre of her grand chambers, the very space she had once despised before ascending to empress, memories flooded her mind. She recalled the scepticism that clouded her heart when she first found herself falling for the crown prince of the nation. After all, history had taught her that no happy endings awaited the women who loved emperors. But Baekhyun was different—he was loving, caring, and considerate, going to great lengths to prove his devotion to her.
He swore never to take concubines, to resist the allure of power, and to remain hers, and hers alone. Despite the admiration of the entire nation, he remained committed to prioritising her above all else, even if it meant drawing the ire of his ministers and officials. Their accusations of his partiality towards his empress over his nation only served to strengthen his resolve, his unwavering loyalty to her.
But now, as she lay weakened by poison, she realised the tragic irony of his goodness. It was his very commitment to righteousness that led him to the battlefield, refusing to let his men fight in his stead. And it was this decision that ultimately sealed their fate, leaving her to face the consequences of his noble intentions.
As the darkness closed in around her, she couldn't help but wonder how Baekhyun would react upon returning to find her lifeless form in this state. Would he succumb to the poisonous words of his ministers, believing their accusations that she had been a demon all along? Would he entertain the notion that she had bewitched him, clouding his judgement and leading him astray?
Or would he remain firm in his loyalty, unwavering in his belief that this was nothing more than a cruel ploy to rid him of her for good? In the depths of her fading consciousness, she desperately clung to the hope that he would see through the lies, that his love for her would prevail over doubt.
On the brink of death, she yearned to trust in his endless devotion to her, to believe that he would never doubt the love they shared. It was a fragile hope, but in that moment, it was all she had to cling to as she slipped further into the darkness, awaiting the inevitable arrival of dawn and the fate it would eventually bring.
"Forgive me for not being strong enough, Baek," she whispered into the stillness of the chamber, her voice barely a breath against the heavy silence. "Please don't blame yourself for any of this."
As the darkness threatened to swallow her entirely, she couldn't help but reflect on the warnings of history, the cautionary tales of women who loved emperors, only to meet tragic ends. Once again, it seemed, she had fallen victim to the same fate.
Her vision blurred with crimson tears as memories flooded her mind—moments shared with Baekhyun before he departed for battle, blissfully unaware that they would be their last. Each memory stung with bittersweet intensity, a painful reminder of what could have been, had fate been kinder.
As her life ebbed away, flashes of cherished moments with him flickered through her mind like scattered stars in the night sky.
Wrapped in the warmth of silk sheets, doubts clouded her mind one morning, questioning her husband's resolve to remain faithful amidst the pressures of his position.
"Would you truly refuse to take any concubines, Baek?" she inquired, her voice laced with uncertainty. "You're aware that the ministers and officials desire it, and perhaps even the citizens of our nation. For all we know, the people might have grown weary of this same dull empress who has yet to bear you an heir."
He drew her close, pulling the silk sheets higher to shield her bare form from the chill seeping through the open windows. Pressing a tender kiss upon her head, he smiled reassuringly. "Never, my love. I do not care for their political machinations. I won't forsake my vow to you. You will remain my only wife, that is final. I did not ask to be emperor, the role was thrust upon me. Now that I am here, they should at least be grateful I am fulfilling my general duties."
She chuckled, nestling into the crook of his neck as he added, "Besides, if the ministers and officials are so displeased, they could just dismiss me. That would be even better; we could live in a quiet little village, just as we've always dreamed."
In another memory, standing before her reflection, plagued by insecurities instilled by the scheming ministers, his unwavering admiration melted her fears away.
"You look beautiful, my empress. You always do," he reassured, approaching from behind to envelop her in his arms.
"Not as beautiful as those young maidens, I fear. I am old," she confessed, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness after witnessing the ministers' attempts to seduce the emperor with their daughters.
Baekhyun gently turned her to face him. "If you're old, then I must be ancient," he teased. "I believe it's only fitting that I am with someone my age, and that's you, my empress. I have no interest in marrying children or anyone else for that matter; I am a taken man. Don't you dare compare yourself to anyone else again, you hear me? You're the most beautiful woman in my eyes, and that's all that matters."
In the final embrace before he departed for war, hearts heavy with the uncertainty of his return, they clung to each other.
"I will be back before you know it, my love. You'll wait for me, won't you?" her husband murmured against her neck, his arms tightening around her.
"Where else would I go, you idiot? Of course, I'll be waiting right here," she retorted, tightening her hold around his shoulders.
Amidst tears and laughter, he leaned in to kiss her deeply, pressing his lips against her soft ones over and over again to imprint the sensation into memory.
"I love you, my empress," Baekhyun whispered against her lips before pulling away, his eyes full of love and determination.
In the quiet of her chamber, she found solace in the fleeting recollections, clinging to them as the darkness threatened to consume her entirely. And as the crimson tears clouded her eyes once more, she resigned herself to the inevitable, silently bidding farewell to the life she once knew.
"I love you too, my emperor."
"I will not ask again, where is she?!" the emperor's voice thundered through the throne room as he stormed back into the palace, abandoning the battle upon learning the shocking revelation. According to the Minister of Rites in his letter, the empress had been discovered to be a demon all along, concealing her true nature under human skin to manipulate him and bend him to her will.
The eunuch panicked and fell to his knees. "Th-the empress is confined to her grand chambers, Your Imperial Majesty!"
Without uttering another word, Baekhyun stormed over immediately, his heart thumping loudly against his chest as fury overtook his being. Betrayal flooded his veins; he was seething with anger.
"You will regret lying to me," he growled under his breath, his vision zeroing in on the path towards her chambers, the place he frequented more than his own. "You will regret deceiving me."
Upon reaching the entrance of her chambers, he turned to the eunuch. "Gather all the ministers and officials who played a part in discovering the empress as what they claimed her to be in the throne room. I wish to speak with them soon."
"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty," the eunuch hurriedly replied before darting off to carry out his orders. Baekhyun steadied his breaths, his hand resting on the door as he prepared to face her once more. Under his breath, he vowed, "I swear, you will all regret it. How dare you accuse my wife of being what you are—demons."
I'm here now, my love.
Stepping into the familiar room, the emperor's heart raced with anxiety as he mulled over a perfect apology. He needed to express his deep remorse for not being there when she needed him the most, for failing to shield her from the treachery of those vultures. Reflecting on his actions, he realised he should have never left her behind. In his rush to leave for war, he had neglected to arrange proper protection for her. In hindsight, he understood that he should have never left her side in the first place.
Determined to make amends, he vowed to do better. He resolved to never again allow those ministers or officials the opportunity to torment her in his absence again. From now on, he would be her shield, her staunch protector, and her unending support.
But it might be too late for any of that.
His steps faltered, his breath caught in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat as he beheld the sight before his eyes. The sword in his hands slipped, clanging loudly as it hit the ground, and he sank to his knees in disbelief at the last thing he expected to see.
His shock deepened as he took in his wife's unrecognisable appearance. Crawling towards her limp form on the ground, he pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with anguish. The horror settled within him like a heavy weight as he tried to imagine what atrocities these monsters had dared inflict upon her while he was gone. His mind raced with images of torture and torment, each one more gruesome than the last.
"Oh god, what have they done to you?" he whispered, his heart fracturing into a million shards as he struggled to comprehend her pale skin, her white hair, and the blood-like tears staining her cheeks. With shaking hands, he gently cupped her cold cheek, his fingers tracing the contours of her face as if seeking reassurance that she was still there, still his beloved wife.
"Please wake up, my love. This isn't funny, stop scaring me," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "You promised to wait for me. You promised..." His words trailed off into a broken sob as he refused to accept anything but the truth, shaking his head in denial even as he searched desperately for a pulse, even when she remained unresponsive.
"No, no, no... this can't be real. It can't be," he murmured, his mind reeling with the unimaginable horror of what he had found.
Despair and regret enveloped him as he sobbed painfully, holding her lifeless body tightly against his chest. The realisation that she was truly gone, that her final moments were spent alone in the very room she despised just to be with him, weighed heavily on his heart. He grappled with the bitter truth that he had failed her, just as she had feared when she hesitated to be with him.
Gradually, his sorrow gave way to seething rage as he recalled the faces of the ministers and officials responsible for this atrocity. They had callously taken her life, foolishly believing he would be deceived by their feeble attempt to frame her. With trembling hands, he picked up a shard of the shattered bowl nearby and brought it to his nose, recognising the metallic scent of mercury.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
They had poisoned her with lethal doses of mercury, causing a myriad of symptoms—tremors, headaches, muscle weakness, kidney damage, and breathing difficulties. And the deliberate administration of such high doses to turn her hair white revealed their sinister intent from the outset.
Just how much had they fed her? It was evident they had intended to kill her from the start. Anguish and fury surged within him as he vowed to make them pay.
Gently caressing her cold cheek, he leaned in to kiss her unmoving lips, his own trembling against hers. He blamed himself for everything that had transpired. Perhaps if she hadn't been with him, she would have lived a better life—a normal life with a normal man. She wouldn't have to endure such a painful and cruel death.
It was all because of him.
Regret hung heavy in his heart, but dwelling on what could have been served no purpose.
"I'm so sorry, my wife," he whispered, his voice thick with grief. "Just hold on a bit longer, alright? I'll join you soon, but first, I'll make those bastards pay. Wait for me—I won't let you face this alone. Not again."
With resolve hardening in his heart, he retrieved his sword and sheathed it once more before lifting her lifeless form into his arms. Like a man burdened by death itself, he trudged towards the throne room where justice awaited. Kicking the doors open with a forceful thrust of his leg, he was met with a sea of horrified expressions from the ministers and officials. Clearly, they hadn't anticipated the emperor's dramatic entrance, cradling his beloved empress in his arms.
Ignoring their shocked gazes, he strode past them, his eyes fixed on the throne at the far end of the room. With careful tenderness, he laid his wife down upon the ornate seat, arranging her robes and ensuring her comfort as though she were merely sleeping. Pressing a solemn kiss upon her cold forehead, he turned to face the assembled council, their unease palpable in the air.
The guilty culprits remained frozen in their places, uncertain of what awaited them.
As the emperor's gaze swept over them, the ministers and officials for the first time felt a cold shiver of fear trickle down their spines. His expression was unreadable, his appearance wild and dishevelled compared to his usual polished demeanour. Specks of blood and dirt stained his robes and skin, his hair a tangled mess, half tied up in a disarray that mirrored the chaos within him.
Gone was the warm smile that often graced his features; instead, a slow, unsettling grin crept across his face.
"My dearest ministers and officials," he began, his voice low and laced with an eerie calmness. "Your message has been received loud and clear. I hope you're satisfied now that you've succeeded in eradicating the empress, as you so desperately desired. I've given it some thought, and perhaps... you were all right."
The Minister of Rites, attempting to feign nonchalance, cleared his throat. "A-about what, Your Imperial Majesty?" he stammered.
Baekhyun's eyes gleamed with a frightening intensity as he smirked, his demeanour bordering on madness. "About what this nation truly needs," he replied, his voice carrying a chilling edge.
"Not a good emperor, but a mad one."
Without giving the men before him time to register his words, all Baekhyun saw was red. In a split second, he unsheathed his sword and transformed into a bloodthirsty animal, cutting down anyone and everyone in his path. The Minister of Rites tried to flee but to no avail. He watched in complete horror as his colleagues dropped dead one by one, their blood splattering over the grand walls of the throne room, their screams echoing.
The emperor went on a rampage, leaving no man behind. The Minister of Rites, who had been behind the idea of poisoning the empress, smearing her name by labelling her a demon, and executing her, was now filled with regret. They had turned him into the mad king his empress had feared. Perhaps they had finally achieved their goal, but it wasn't what they were prepared for.
The minister collapsed to his knees before the emperor, realising that His Imperial Majesty had saved him for last. Trembling, he rubbed his hands together in a desperate plea. "P-please, everything I've done, it's for the betterment of our nation."
Baekhyun's humourless laughter echoed through the hall, sending shivers down the minister's spine. "You truly believe that, don't you? Of course, that includes subjecting my wife to all that torment. Yes, because that is exactly what the nation needs. Unfortunately for you, I am the emperor, and I determine what's best for the nation. And in this case, I think it's better off without traitors like you. See you on the other side," were the last words the minister heard before his head was severed from his neck, rolling off to join the others on the floor.
The emperor finally turned back, his eyes softening as they landed on his beloved's lifeless body. Making his way back towards her, he knelt down beside her, tears streaming down his face as he reached for her hand. Holding it to his cheek, he missed the warmth it once had.
"I'm coming now, my love," he whispered brokenly. "I'm sorry you had to wait for so long. I'll be there with you soon."
"Yes, I understand His Imperial Majesty's orders not to enter, but it's been hours. Surely, any assembly would have concluded by now, wouldn't it?" With apprehension and curiosity, a senior court lady pushed open the doors to the once-bustling throne room, expecting to find His Imperial Majesty and his council of ministers. Instead, she was met with a horrifying sight—a scene of bloodshed and chaos spread across the grand hall.
Her piercing scream echoed through the silent room, jolting nearby palace staff into action. Rushing to the scene, they were met with a scene that chilled them to the bone. At the end of the room, amidst a sea of lifeless bodies, lay the empress on the throne, her appearance shocking all who beheld it. Beside her, her husband remained, his head cradled on her chest, their hands tightly clasped together. A gaping stab wound marred his chest—it seemed he had taken his own life before joining her in death.
Following that, the next prince in line promptly ascended the throne and found himself compelled to appoint an entirely new cabinet of ministers and officials. The entire nation descended into chaos, particularly since it was still embroiled in a war, with endless theories circulating about the events. While some speculated that the emperor succumbed to madness and killed his own council, others whispered of a conspiracy, suggesting that the ministers had orchestrated the demise of both the empress and the emperor.
Amidst this uncertainty, the new prince faced the daunting challenge of restoring order to the kingdom. With a heavy heart, he pledged to uncover the truth behind the tragic occurrences and ensure that justice was served to those responsible.
In the end, the truth of what truly occurred remained shrouded in mystery. All those involved had departed from the realm of the living. As centuries passed, that chapter in history became known as the Scarlet Requiem, a haunting tale that lingered in the collective memory of the kingdom. Despite countless efforts to unravel the enigma, the events surrounding the tragedy remained obscured by the sands of time, leaving future generations to ponder and speculate about the dark secrets of the past.
"What do you think really happened?" a woman asked her boyfriend as they studied a painting depicting the throne room scene in a museum dedicated to the events of the Scarlet Requiem.
He pondered for a moment before responding with a shrug. "It's hard to say. But judging by the way he's holding onto her, it seems he must have truly loved her. Let's hope they've found peace and happiness, whether in the afterlife or their next life."
She nodded in agreement, leaning into his comforting embrace. "Yeah, I hope so too."
He flashed a mischievous grin. "I'm just saying, if I were him, I wouldn't have left her for war in the first place."
She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful smack, though a smile danced on her lips. "I'm sure you wouldn't. I bet it's because the empress was described as beautiful as a celestial being."
He scoffed. "Doesn't matter to me how pretty she was. I'll stay only if you're my empress."
Unbeknownst to them, the couple had been contemplating their own past lives. Perhaps the emperor and empress had indeed found each other again in another existence.
Believe it or not, this has been on my mind for months ever since seeing those AI-generated photos of Baekhyun. I had an epiphany while looking at them again yesterday and just had to write this. It's my first EXO fic, and I hope it's decent hehe~
As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3
may i request 50 for the drabble game please? feel free to make it a pt 2 of personal trainer yeol 😂 but up to your creative flow! thank you 🩵
Distracted pt. 2 -- Cardio 🏃🏻♂️
Part 1
Genre: smut | personal trainer!au
Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader
Length: 2.4k
Warnings: language | explicit sexual scenes
a/n: i feel like you dont have to read pt 1 if you dont want to, but it does add some context 😇. imma be honest...this was hard asf 😭. im not v confident in writing smut lol i get so nervous 😂 im just a girl ok?!??!! but yeaaah i hope it quenches yall thirsts cause youre obv THIRSTYYYY 💦😂 and if its bad just lie and tell me i did good lmfaoo
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
Two days passed before you’re back at the gym. When you found Chanyeol, he informed you it was a cardio day and left you to it.
Your anxiety soared while you struggled to climb the stair master. He told you to do forty minutes, so he must hate you. You were going to have to get a new trainer, huh? Hell, at this rate, a whole new gym! If you’d known this was how your relationship with Chanyeol would be after taking his offer, you would’ve declined it. Better yet, he should’ve never offered in the first place!
Personally, you didn’t regret what happened. It felt like the shaken bottle of your shared desire finally exploded. Actually, you did have one regret, and that was the fact you’d had only a taste—literally for Chanyeol—of that desire.
Still, you understood if Chanyeol had any qualms about the situation. He was your trainer after all. Eating your client out on company time probably wasn’t the best move. The distance he was currently giving you was telling. He rarely made you do cardio, and when you did it was for warm up. Was this his way of telling you that was a one-off thing? Was he silently hoping you wouldn’t show up? Despite the burning in your thighs, you pressed on even harder, needing a distraction from your racing thoughts.
“Too much?” The deep voice caused your lower abdomen to burn. Checking behind you, you saw Chanyeol moseying in your direction. Your forty minutes was up and you were now dragging your stiff legs to the locker room.
“I’ve never been on that thing longer than five minutes,” you whined. “And I might’ve pushed myself too hard. My thighs feel like they’re about to pop.”
He winced and followed you into the room. You plopped onto a bench with a sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you relished in your relief.
Your body tensed back up at the sensation of hands on your calf. You whipped your head forward, eyes sprang open to the vision of Chanyeol kneeling in front of you.
“What are—oh!” Your question turned into a moan as his thick fingers started messaging your sore muscles.
“We don’t want them to get too sore, now do we?” He murmured, focused entirely on your legs.
You melted under his hands and fought the little sensual sounds his innocent touch elicited from you. He worked on your calves first, slowly venturing higher to your painfully tight thighs. You knew he had to feel the goosebumps prickling your skin in answer to his ministrations, but he remained silent as he worked, and you wondered if this was his attempt at an apology. Well, you’d take it. It felt way too good not to.
“I’ve never done a day of straight cardio,” you said, breeching the topic of your concern.
Chanyeol sighed heavily. “I thought it would be best for today….”
“So that you could leave me alone?” You questioned.
“Yes,” he admitted. “But not for the reason you’re thinking.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
He finally lifted his head and your breath caught at the sight. Chanyeol looking up at you from between your legs had your last shared memory come to mind, where he was in a very similar position.
A grin lifted a corner of his mouth, as if he knew where your mind had gone, and it only proved the point he was about to make.
“If your pouting throughout your workout was any indicator, I imagine you think I regret what happened between us.”
A thrill shot through you at the word: us. You tried your best to hide your pleasure before the man in front of you could notice.
“You don’t?” You asked. “Because I understand if you do. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I can get a new trainer or even go to a diff—ow!”
He’d put too much pressure on a particularly sore spot. He threw you a deceptively innocent look. “There was a knot.”
You scoffed. He ignored you, answering your question instead. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, there’s no need to do that. Just because I licked your pussy doesn’t mean I can’t be professional.”
Your fingers curled around the bench as a wave of arousal swept over you. You let out a breathless laugh. “That’s a very professional thing to say.”
He shrugged. “If you want a different trainer, I won’t stop you. I did cross a line.”
He switched thighs. “But I’m hoping you don’t.”
That shocked you. He was avoiding your stare, concentrating on the thigh he was rubbing. You could sense the sincerity of his words, his vulnerability. You knew you weren’t going to trade trainers. It was only the doubt on his end that spurred the suggestion in the first place.
“Why?”
He peeked up at you, his fingers dangerously close to your now throbbing apex.
“Because I like you.”
You blanched. “You do?!”
He laughed at you. “How can I not? You’re silly—”
“I beg your pardon?”
“—And pretty, and mean—”
“When have I ever been mean to you?” You asked skeptically.
“You haven’t heard the way you talk to me at the end of core day. Plus, you have a glare that could scare the devil.”
That made your back straighten with pride. “Damn right I do.”
“It’s sexy,” he assured. “Everything about you is sexy, it’s unfair. And the most unfair thing of all?”
He bent his head down and pressed his lips to your knee. The tender action trapped your breath in your lungs. He peeked up at you from under his lashes. “You taste just like honey.”
“I do?” You choked out.
He nodded, pressing another kiss above his last. “It’s all I can think about. That’s the reason I sent you off to cardio. I feared I wouldn’t be able to control myself from begging you for another taste.”
He bit the fat of your thigh, dragging his teeth over the tender flesh. The sharp sting of his teeth had you gasping, your hips rolling slightly.
“I knew I’d end up here,” he groaned to himself. He stared up at you with pleading eyes. “So, can I? Taste you again? Let me make up for torturing you today, hmm?”
He kissed up your thigh. When he reached the joint of your hip, you shoved him hard enough for him to fall backwards. He caught himself from sprawling on the floor and looked at you in bewilderment. For a brief moment, you acknowledged that your workouts with him had been paying off if you could knock him over now.
“No.”
“No?” He repeated as if he’d misheard you.
Smirking, you crossed a leg over the other. “I think I deserve a bigger reward. For all my efforts today.”
He didn’t comprehend at first, but then understanding flashed on his face. Still, he remained silent, reluctant to answer in case he was wrong.
“What do you think?” You urged. Your gaze flickered to his crotch and a low grumble rumbled from within his chest.
“If you think that’s what you deserve….”
“I do.”
“Then it’s yours.”
You bit your lip in excitement as he stood up. He hovered over you, reaffirming just how big he was. You’d have to tilt your head allllll the way back to look into his eyes. You wouldn’t know though, because you were too busy reaching for the band of his shorts, thankful that all you had to do was pull them down.
He grabbed your hands before you could yank the offensive barrier off.
“So eager,” he chuckled. You quickly swallowed the whine you were about to let out, refusing to prove another of his points. You decided a glare would send a better message.
“Scary.” He pretended to quake in fear before cupping your chin, tilting your head up as he bent down to bring your lips together for a passionate kiss. It’s wet and all tongue, as if he was settling on these lips to satiate his yearning.
You made out for a while, until you grew impatient. You wanted to return the favor for last time. You’d tried, after he tore an intense orgasm from you, you’d reached for his shorts just as you had now, and he’d stopped you then as well. He’d promised that eating you out was enough, but it’d left you longing for him.
With him distracted by your mouth, you slithered your hands back to the band of his shorts and slowly dragged them to his mid-thigh. The action made him pull away so that he could narrow his eyes at you accusingly. It made you laugh, but the sight of his dick took away your humor. There was nothing funny about that. You grew intimidated by the size as it bounced in front of your face.
“What?” he asked, sounding rather smug. “Having second thoughts, Sweetie?”
“Absolutely not.” You wasted no more time putting Chanyeol into your mouth the best you could. Your determination made him chuckle, but the feeling of your tongue swiping across his sensitive skin left him groaning. Tears blurred your vision from your effort, but it didn’t deter you. Chanyeol soon took the reins, holding himself up with one hand against the lockers behind you, his other hand holding the back of your head to keep it steady so that he could fuck himself into your mouth.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he huffed. He decided to test your limits by shoving himself in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Immediately, you’re gagging around him and his head fell back. “I knew you could take all of me. So good. You feel so good. Shit.”
You couldn’t help but moan from his praises, fighting the urge to play with yourself. The sound vibrated around him, causing his hips to jerk, sinking deeper into you.
He dragged himself out. “Shit. I need to be in you.”
“Fucking finally,” you coughed.
He barked a laugh. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to suck me off.”
“True.” You sighed dreamily. He shook his head and started undressing. You followed suite, eager to get to the main event.
When you’re standing in front of him completely naked, he took a few steps back to get a good look. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
The compliment made you light up. It was so genuine and sweet, it made you want to please him even more. “Then touch me.”
He obliged you straightaway. Large hands roamed your body, lips wandered the expanse of your neck and chest before settling on your lips.
Without breaking the kiss, Chanyeol lifted you up to lay you gently on the bench. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to do. He slid you towards the edge where he stood and practically squatted to line himself up to you.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked. He rubbed his cock against your soaked pussy distractedly as he awaited your consent.
You nodded quickly. “Yes. Dear god, yes, Chanyeol! I want this. I want you.”
His smile was so large, you swore you could see all of his teeth. “If you insist.”
Then he’s pushing into you. The stretch had your jaw dropping, had you holding onto the bench for dear life as he found a steady rhythm. His dick had you feeling crazy. Every thrust pushed a moan out your throat, as your head snapped from one side to the other, and words unintelligently left your swollen lips. All you could register in your lust ridden mind was him and the intense pleasure he selflessly gave. You’d never experienced anything like it. Chanyeol reached into your fucking soul, leaving you quaking from overstimulation. You wanted him to stop, needed a moment to gather yourself, but he wasn’t allowing you a moment of rest. You were too far gone to voice it anyway.
Little did you know, you were also too much for him. Too wet. Too warm. He’d imagined fucking you plenty of times, but the real thing was indescribable. Unlike anything he could’ve conjured up. You were beyond anything he could’ve conjured. “So perfect. You’re so perfect for me, Angel.”
He gathered you into his embrace, holding your damp body tightly against his own. Lifting you slightly off the bench, he picked up his pace. Your tortured sounds were now directly in his ear, tantalizing him. His strokes grew messy, fueled by a desperation that bridged onto the animalistic.
“I’m gonna come,” you urgently warned, but it wasn’t enough time. You were violently cumming as soon as you finished speaking. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you stiffened in Chanyeol’s arms. Toes and fingers curled as your head fell back, eyes rolling. You started squeezing him so damn tight he could barely move inside you.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, barely having enough time to pull out. He came on your lower stomach in intense spurts that had his hips jerking hard.
Depleted, he fell to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. His head rested against your thigh as he fought to catch his breath.
“Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re fucking amazing.”
You’d been staring unseeingly at the ceiling since he pulled out, but his words brought you back to reality. “I think you killed me.”
He chuckled and spanked your thigh playfully. “Hurry up and shower. I owe you dinner.”
You struggled into a sitting position so that you could see him. He had a content lazy grin on his face, eyes nearly closed as he leaned against you looking so cute your heart started to ache. Feeling sentimental, you started combing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “Like a date?”
He became thoughtful, lifting a finger to play with his cum dripping down your belly. His touch reignited your desire instantly, but you brushed it off.
“I would like it to be, yes.”
You’re absolutely beaming. “Okay. I’ll hurry.”
He backed away so that you could get up to head to the showers. Right before you entered, you turned to him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
He jumped off the floor, trailing after you with a mischievous grin. “And here I thought you hated cardio.”
domestic fluff, living the best life with kyungsoo, hes so in love with you tbh, grammatical error
kyungsoo x reader!
a/n this was totally not inspired by his song. also, testing if it was just a new account thing or my fic really sucks and people dont read it 💀 this was also posted at @jonginbear
the soft humming of kyungsoo as he danced around in the kitchen, cooking to his heart's content. he was alone in your apartment while you were out at work. despite your absence, he still showed up at your apartment, wanting to try out a new recipe he had come up with last night.
it explained why his eyes has a light dark circle.
the clanking sounds that came from the kitchen utensils filled the quietness. it calmed his excited heart from bursting. not a while later, he finished up his cooking and started to wash the dishes.
it was always like this with kyungsoo. your house was always tidied up whenever he's around. he couldn't stand seeing how disoriented you are.
the soft click from the door perked his ears up. it was just in time that he had finished setting up the table. your nose immediately picked up the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. "hey," kyungsoo smiled, his wet hands were wiped clean on the apron that he has yet to take off. his cute dimples showing from smiling too hard.
"hey," you returned his smile. he walked up to you and kissed your cheeks. "what did you cook?" you asked softly, taking off your coat and threw it on the couch. "a new pasta recipe," he said proudly. "i made it more spicy for you," he said, pulling out the chair for you. you gratefully took a sit all the while watching him take off his apron.
kyungsoo sat across the table, ready to eat his newly made recipe.
after dinner, both of you sat on the couch, huddled up close to each other and feeling content. you lay your head on his chest, wanting to listen to his calm heartbeat. his arm were wrapped securely around your waist and he nuzzled his nose in your hair.
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Felt bad for posting a “kyungsoo fics” to come and then dropping off the face of the earth, so here’s a quick one. This is between Kyungsoo & reader. Please be kind and give me any helpful feedback as this is my first fanfic!!
He was towering over your seated body, looking down into your eyes with a fiery intensity.
“Kyungsoo…” you mutter, a little frightened but also aware of the slight warmth growing between your legs.
“That’s oppa to you,” he smirks, holding your gaze. “Don’t forget I’m older than you. It’s improper for you to address me by first name only.”
You gulped. “Y-yes, I’m sorry, op-pa.”
He bends down to touch your cheek and his eyes shift side to side as he takes in the way your face looks when you’re intimidated by him. “Good girl, that’s it. That wasn’t so hard now was it?”
You shake your head side to side, feeling overcome by the heat of his strong hands on your face. What was just a growing warm sensation between your thighs has now become something more wanting, but you’re not so sure what he has in mind.
Kyungsoo grins slyly, the corners of his plump lips raising to just one side. He takes one more glance at the whole of you before roughly gripping your bottom lip between his thumb and index fingers.
“So pretty when you open your mouth and call me, properly. Your voice is so sweet that I almost wouldn’t mind hearing you call my name instead of oppa.” he says in a low whisper.
The two of you have come face to face now and you can feel his hot breath gently grazing your upper lip. The sweetness of his exhale is intoxicating and only makes you more and more wet. More and more needy.
He trails a finger down your neck, slowly grazing your neckline, then collarbone, before eventually making his way down your chest.
You let out a short, soft whimper when he comes to the top of your breasts. He breaks contact with the subtle cleavage showing from the neckline of your dress to look back up at you. Your cheeks are flushed pink, hands gripping the couch cushion as you struggle to hold your desire in.
“Y/N…”, he coos, “I didn’t think my touch alone could get such a rise out of you. We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
He chuckles and unbuttons the top of his dress shirt as he kneels onto the ground. His hands quickly moving to the bottom hem of your skirt, dancing across the tops of your thighs. His index and middle fingers creeping up to meet your already throbbing core.
“O-oppa, please I…” you beg.
“What is it sweetheart?” Kyungsoo coos back at you, all while sliding your panties to the side and exposing all your heat to the cold air.
Before you even have the chance to beg again, he’s thrust his middle finger inside. His thumb rubbing slow, but hard circular motions on your clit.
You throw your head back in a mix of pain and pleasure at the swift entrance and loudly let out, “Kyungsoo, please!”
You’re so lost in the arousal and feeling of it all that you fail to realize the mistake you so clearly made that got you in this position in the first place. Kyungsoo glares up at you as he continues circling around your peak, “What did you just say?”
“I’m sorry, oppa, I meant oppa!” You squeal, desperately trying to keep up with the increasing pace of what is now not just one but two of his thick fingers sloppily thrusting in and out of you.
“I thought my warning would be enough, but it seems like I’ll have to punish you now.” His eyes still glaring up at you.
“I’m sorry, op-” you choke out as he adds a third finger inside you. His previously free hand now taking the role of eking out any bit of pleasure left in you from your clit.
You shut your eyes hard, trying to contain your senses from all the overstimulation. Kyungsoo’s brow furrows as he focuses on driving every bit of ecstasy into you. He looks up to see your nearly blissed out expression holding back your moans with your own hand locked over your mouth.
“That’s it, Y/N. You won’t be a good girl again until you cum for me.”
You look down at him as he keeps the exact pace you need. The beautiful sight of his pretty lips saying your name, telling you to cum on his fingers buried deep inside of you begins to send you over the edge.
“Ky- Oppa!” You cry out as you let the ecstasy of it all ride over you.
You flutter your eyelids back open to find Kyungsoo face to face with you again, his fingers lingering by his mouth.
“I love how you taste, Y/N, but I hope this taught you how to properly address me. If you slip up again, I might not be so lenient with how I punish you in the future.”
