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a/n: technically a fic but too lazy to edit a header. tagging @slttygeto @crysugu @omgeto @ohmygetou @lvlybee @hyomagiri @jabamin ☆

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, semi-public sex (the public being gojo & shoko lol), exhibitionism, praise, finger sucking, pet names, fingering, clit stimulation, oral (m receiving), reader chokes a little, cum shot, unprotected sex, riding, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

thinking about roommate!geto and having those dormitory movie nights like i mentioned in the roommate fic but now that you’re together and cuddling on the couch, gojo and shoko can’t help but playfully gag and tease the two of you — geto is smooth, always stroking your hair while his honeyed eyes only stay staring at you as they play some stupid lovey song like spandau ballet’s true in the background.

but what geto loves more than feeling your skin burn from the teasing and your soft sighs of love through your kisses is snaking his hand over your lap with the blanket that’s covering the both of you. it’s winter in tokyo, anyway, so at least you had the excuse of that over your bodies while geto teases the skin above your waistband.

“but they’re right there—” fingers clasped around his wrist as a warning. the movement is so quick the snack bowl almost topples over.

“relax...” geto lands a peck to your temple, smiling when he feels your hand loosens as soon as the warmth of his hand meets with the warmth of your cunt, “be quiet for me and i’ll let you cum.”

you hum in reply, wrapping an arm around his bicep now to stay closer to him, making a show that nothing sinister is going on under your pants and blanket. with one peek to shoko and gojo who’s engrossed with the movie (geto planned this, didn’t he?), you’re melting into the couch when an experimental finger rubs a lazy circle on your clit.

geto smiles at the way you nuzzle closer to him, hearing the whisper of a soft moan before his finger moves down, down, down, letting out a small groan when he feels that you’re already so wet.

“how’re you going to cum now, princess?” geto plays with your juices, your senses on end and wishing the fabric on you wouldn’t move so much, “you’re so wet that they could probably hear your cum drip down my hands.”

you tsk and pinch his bicep softly, “meanie. and who did this to me?”

geto chuckles, catching your lips in a soft kiss, “okay, okay. touché.”

the first push into your warm, wet pussy is phenomenal, both of your eyes closing as you squeeze around his thick finger. it reaches just like you remember the last time, mouth dug into his shirt sleeve to prevent any noise.

“second,” he whispers softly, eyes staying on the screen but not really digesting anything: he’s more fixated on the tightness of which you hang onto his side, the tightness of your walls, nudging past your folds with a second finger, “that’s it, good girl.”

geto mumbles into your hair and ignores the twitch of his cock, but he makes the mistake of pulling his eyes away from the television to you, who already has sweat lining your brow and your chin making an indent in his arm so that you’re staring up at him. your eyes are pleading, swirling with clouds of lust that suguru instinctively curls his fingers and has the pleasure of seeing your eyes widen and your mouth fall open in silence.

“doing so well, baby. you close?” geto cannot pull away from your hypnotising stare, so he holds it and finds himself getting weaker and weaker, “you’re throbbing.”

and you laugh lightly, ragged breaths leaving your person as his hands speed up just a little but like he said — you’re just too wet that they’d hear the squelch of your cunt so he continues to curl his fingers instead while your hand rubs at your clit. you’re squeezing suguru’s arm so tight your knuckles are probably white, heating up his skin with your irregular pants and whines.

your hips start to grind into his despite your initial caution and geto shoots you a cheeky smile before his fingers hit that spot and you’re making the move to moan and geto crashes his lips into yours — that gesture alone makes you cum, hands impatiently playing with your bundle of nerves as the coil in your tummy releases and you thank the heavens geto’s taking the bulk of your sounds.

“oh— just like that, sweetheart.” his voice strains a little as he lets you ride his fingers through your orgasm until you’re catching your breath, “still with me?”

you nod against his arm and sigh when his fingers leave your clenching hole; “always with you.” geto denies the flutter of his heart when you say that, pecking your forehead gently.

and all is well until you four are on your third movie and gojo and shoko are nodding off because they technically did have a tiring day ushering in freshmen today so once they knock out, geto’s surprised when your hand also travels over his body. they go over his arms, his pecs and to his torso and a single finger traces the happy trail right down to his cock and geto swallows.

“what happened to my shy girl?” he bites his lip, the dialogue on the movie now lost to him while you take the fingers that were in you before and shove them in your mouth — they still vaguely tasted like you, the websites were correct, you fear — twisting your tongue over his digits.

“gone.” you grin before you’re moving under the blanket, but not before giving your friends one last glance and they’re knocked out cold, “lemme suck your cock, su.”

suguru smiles, “slut.”

you shrug at the name; you know it’s done playfully and jokingly, “only f’r you.”

and geto hopes that’s true because when you’re the cutest when you tug off his underwear and his fat, throbbing cock slaps his abdomen from how painfully hard he was. you’re the cutest when you wrap your hands around him and even then it’s not enough to cover his length. you’re the cutest when you look up at him through your lashes and give the smallest kiss to his tip which is leaking so much pre-cum he’s a little embarrassed.

it’s a shame he had no chance of experiencing this the first time but then, he was focused solely on you and your pleasure, so seeing you between his legs now was a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal.

“didn’t know you took dick so well,” geto breathlessly mumbles when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat until—

“woah, woah, easy baby,” geto calms you down through your coughing fit and all you do is hide in his thighs, face hot.

“sorry.” is all you mutter and your lover brings you from your hiding place where there’s a pout on your face and tears lining your eyes when you’ve gagged earlier.

suguru tilts your chin up with a hand and kisses you gently, “nothin’ to be sorry bout, my love,” playing with your bottom lip and places another peck, always not being able to resist your lips, “i’ll train you next time,” that sends a thrill down to your core, “but for now, take it slow.”

“’kay,” you’re meek now, taking his shaft with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. geto lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“use your hands— y-yes, fuck,” geto encourages, as you use your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the little stutters in his voice sending tingles down to your centre. “hollow your cheeks, baby— that’s righttt... mouth’s warm, huh?”

you slurp your saliva off his dick and come off, smiling at him, “yeah.”

he hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around his shaft send vibrations up his body. suguru twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses.

“close—” geto’s moans get breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. there’s drool that drips from the corners and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into overdrive, “wanna— wanna cum all over your face, princess.”

you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re letting his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. tongue out and soft, warm hands, and they all belong to you — truly the only person to get him so riled up and hard — he pulls on your hair before he spills all over your face. his seed’s so much, hitting your tongue and cheeks and you jolt slightly in surprise.

“f—fuck yesss... look s’pretty with my cum all over your face,” geto’s mouth hangs open at the sight, hips still jerking as your hands stroke and milk him until he’s got nothing left, grip loosening and then tightening when you gather his cum and then eat it all up, “attagirl.”

“you taste good, sugu,” you giggle, letting him pull you over and you take it as a sign to do away with the blanket altogether. with one more glance you now see shoko slouched over gojo and both of them drooling from the mouth; yeah you could fuck.

“that so?” geto pulls you in for a kiss, “guess i’m healthy then.”

“hm... don’t know, need your cum in me to do a proper check,” suguru’s hands fly to your hips instantly when you tease his cockhead along your folds, not even having the energy to comment on your little joke, eyes fluttering close and he stammers—

“b—baby, still sens’tive.”

you whine playfully, “please?”

there’s no answer from him when you slide down on him easily, and he sighs when his eyes open — the backlight of the television makes him think that maybe you were an angel to descend upon him, “y’know i can never say no to you, sweetheart.”

and you’re losing yourself in him after, his hands helping you ride him while you bounce on his lap. your head hangs forward, foreheads connected as your breath fans over his face. with each time his cock bottoms out of you, there’s the spill of your juices all over his torso and pelvis, entranced with your gummy walls until the shift of the two people beside you make you freeze.

they’ve both changed positions now: shoko’s head thrown back over the back of the sofa while gojo hangs over the side arm rests — you both share a little giggle and a breath of relief before suguru seizes your chin and forces you to look down.

“can’t last long, your pussy’s just too good,” your lover rasps out, your thighs burning, “so i want you watch to how you take my cock, baby.”

and you could cum from those words alone, yet you follow his orders before he starts to thrust up into you, whining right into his neck. his hips are relentless and his hands knead at your ass, eyes focusing on the way you watch your sopping cunt suck him up.

“s’good, s’good— fuuckk...” you whimper softly, chin hitting your chest as you watch the drag of his cock, in and out, in and out before seeing him twitch and your moans consist of his name only, “suguru, suguru, suguruuu....”

“almost there, cum with me sweetness,” geto groans when your body collapses onto him and he can feel your perk nipples poke into his chest, reminiscent of the very first time you thanked him for letting you room with him. how thankful he was, now. he lets you hide in his neck despite disobeying his request — you’re the only one he’d let do that — and he has an easier time ramming into you from below anyway.

it’s obscene, the slaps of his pelvis against the fat of your ass cheeks, coupled with the slickness of your drooling pussy, it’s got the both of you moaning softly into each other’s mouths before geto’s rutting into you hurriedly and messily. he continues his thrusts, fucking his cum into you until it starts to spill out the sides and you’re cumming right after when his tip kisses your cervix oh, so lightly, sending your thighs trembling and pussy fluttering.

“clenching ’round me so bad— shit, you’re cumming so much,” suguru laughs, cut off by a choked moan when your hips adjust. there’s a filthy shlick! that is sounded out when geto removes his cock from you and the mixture of your cum comes dripping out. he licks his lips when he watches it dribble out of your entrance.

“you’re so gross—” you grin, brushing the sweat-filled hair out of his face.

“like you’re not,” geto purses his lips and clicks his tongue, “sucking me off in front of friends.”

“it’s hot.”

the gears are turning in suguru’s head, and you just know you’re in for it when he picks you up swiftly, shoving your body into the sofa and he drags his weeping tip along your cum-filled cunt.

“oh yeah? let’s go till we wake the neighbours, baby.”

the next morning, you’re waking up with a pounding headache and aching legs, reaching over the bedside table (a gentleman like suguru would never leave you on the couch) before a text from gojo lights up the phone and you’re mortified.

[satoru (loser) 🧿👄🧿]: i heard u btw

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If mikasa was her true self 😂❤

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Prey ✧ b.bh

Pairing: Vampire!Baekhyun x human!(gn)reader Genre: angst - ? Summary: Baekhyun found himself a very willing prey, so why would he hold back? Word count: 2.1k Warning: blood, biting, mentions of death A/N: this is not what i wanted to write today, and it's not what i wanted to write when i started writing it and it's much longer and i blame exactly one (1) person for this thing bcs they infected me with vampire thirst and their stupid meme was the last drop </3

“Oh you wanna kiss me so bad,” you purr against his ear. You’re already breathing heavily, your heart beating in your chest at a frenzied pace. You pull at his hair, fingers tangling into the mess just so you feel something real in your grasp. If you don’t do something, you’ll lose your mind. Your body’s screaming at you to move, to run, but you can’t when there’s a beast pinning you to the wall.

There’s no way to ease the rush, or to persuade your body you’re not dying tonight - perhaps. If you’ll behave. Truth to be told, you wouldn’t want to run or feel safe even if you could. It’s too addictive, the feeling of blood rushing through your veins, your heart thumping like a rabbit’s caught in a hawk’s claws. 

Baekhyun can hear it, he can smell it, as his little prey trembles in his hold in nothing but excitement that is not shared by your instincts. It makes his own so strong the world fades away as hunger takes over. You’re such a good prey. So afraid and so eager you all but put yourself into his lap, let him back you into a corner and he’s sure you’ll let him eat you up without fussing too. He can tell all warmth drains from your fingertips as his fans scratch up the column of your neck. His sharp senses only follow your blood - its warmth, its iron-y scent, the flow of it through your body. The artery right beneath his teeth is threatening to burst, so juicy and so full his body almost does something so human like salivating. 

“Kissing you is the last thing I wanna do,” he finally responds but his tongue feels heavy and he drags it right over your pulse point, his body jolting in pleasure. You moan though your lips are pressed tightly together and it sounds almost as sweet as your heartbeat. The pain as you pull harder on his hair is sweeter. It’s so cute how desperately your mind is trying to anchor itself and brace itself against the terror of what it thinks is approaching death. Fortunately for you, Baekhyun likes to deny himself the pleasure as much as he likes to indulge, and he lets you pull his head away from your neck.

He responds to your desperate kisses lazily. His hands stroke up and down your sides, already caressing the bare skin under your shirt. You’re so full of life. He wants to take a little for himself. Yet you’re so greedy - hands grabbing at his collar, pulling him closer, clawing at him to rile him up or maybe in a poor and unwilling attempt at self-defense. Your teeth pulling on his lip and your sultry gaze are the last drop.

You gasp when he slams you against the wall, his body truly pinning you against the surface and his nails turning into claws that dig into your skin until it barely doesn’t break. It’s hard to breathe with the pressure of his body on yours. Your excitement grows and your fear spikes, but that’s alright. You can feel his excitement too. His pupils are blown wide and boring into yours. It’s an action guided purely by nature that you try to avoid the predatory gaze even as his breath mixes with yours and there’s nowhere else to look but the beast. 

“Afraid yet, little human?” he whispers softly. It’s quiet enough that you can imagine he sounds concerned. Your mouth is too dry to speak, your throat too constricted and he’s not even choking you. His teeth, glistening in the moonlight coming in through the window, are still far from your flesh and blood. Your hands fall to hang limply by your body, the energy to fight leaves you and flight is not an option, yet your body is stuck in survival mode, helpless and shaking, and your eyes are getting teary. You’re such a good prey for him. “Will you beg for it?”

You take in a shaky breath but you can’t speak. Your mind blanks out when he dips his head and kisses the corner of your lips. Your jaw is next, he makes a tender path to where it meets your neck. He hovers without touching you, and you squirm against his body, the last spasms of a dying victim that are fruitless and only rouse the predator’s drive.

Your life flashes before your eyes. Shards of memories long forgotten - the same paralysis taking hold of your body the first time you heard a tiger’s roar, the same submission forced by instinct when you were forced into a corner with no means of standing up for yourself, and the state of being hyper aware of the blood rushing through your body when you met his hungry gaze for the first time.

His fangs are sharp enough that the pain comes later than the actual bite. You feel it like a blade slicing through the skin on your shoulder. He’s playing with you, and the tears pool in your eyes to the brim. You hear a gasp and realize that it’s you making the sound. Your muscles are drawn taut with tension, and it makes the next incision easy for him. Hissing, you feel the drops of blood dotting your skin. You’re more than familiar with his games, you know the cuts will heal quickly, leaving only faint scars behind. He’s just playing with his food until he’s not.

It’s different today. He’s impatient. You feel it in the way his claws already break skin and blood rises to the surface. Those won’t bleed much, merely leaving behind a bloody crust on his claws and uncomfortable little scratches that you’ll feel on your ribs every time you lay on your side.

Meanwhile his teeth nibble on the flesh of your neck and where he nibbles, he devours. You whimper, your hands curl into fist and your nails dig into your palm. You can’t do anything but let the pain wash over you. It’s only a little bite. Nothing more than an appetizer. Just a bit of flesh you don’t need and your body won’t miss. More blood than flesh, juicy and so fun to chew that it makes him shiver in excitement before he attacks your neck again. He’s just scraping you with his teeth a bit. Where’s the harm in that? It surely doesn’t hurt that much. Flesh won’t satisfy him, it won’t sooth the thirst clawing at his throat, but the pulpy addition to the liquid he needs is kind of fun.

The vibrations of Bakehyun’s satisfied hums and purrs tickle through your frozen state. The tears have long spilled and you’re biting your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out. Your neck is sensitive and tender from only just healing from your last encounter with the vampire. You won’t stand it for long, seeing as your hand already sought out his arms to grip onto. You close your eyes tight and try to get control of your breathing. You want to feel all of it. You don’t want to escape. Resisting instinct feels like overcoming death and you’re addicted to the high that follows. 

He could shred your throat to pieces with his fangs alone but he’s just toying with you, leaving pretty little bloody lines that tempt him. His lips are bloody, his cheeks and chin and nose. He’s always been a messy eater when allowed to indulge. His throat burns, the void where his stomach used to be threatens to swallow him from the inside unless he quenches the thirst.

And then it comes.

“Please,” a faint plea, a cry, a sniffle from a pathetic little human that is offering a body much weaker than his own for him to use as he pleases, “Please drink from me.”

He feels your flesh splinter like wood when he bites where he littered your throat with his precise little bites and cuts and his eyes roll back as fresh blood fills his mouth. Distantly, he hears you scream so he presses himself firmer against you so you can’t breathe. He feels your blood drip in thick drops from his chin and down his neck. The metallic taste fills his soul with peace and soothes his aches. The iron tastes just like salvation. He keeps sucking out more of your blood and gulps it down eagerly. He can hear your heart beating, desperately trying to make for the lack of liquid it’s supposed to provide to your oxygen-starved body. He can feel you struggling, whimpering so weakly a human could not notice the sound.

He’s starving, famished, despite feeding not too long ago. Just a little taste and now he can’t get enough. You knew what you were getting into when you invited him to your home. Stretching, baring your neck for him to see. You wanted to get eaten. This once the blame is all yours. He licks the bites only to sink his teeth in again, to draw more pained sounds that soon die in your throat. He should let you go. He’s had enough to live without thirst. Now it’s just a decadent feast. Your thick blood pours down his throat and it’s a caress of angel’s wings. Just him and his good prey and the delicious blood. A heaven he has to let go.

Not yet, the vampire thinks as he licks his lips and the wound he left behind, he still needs more. He bites down again, lower, but close enough to let his teeth sink through the cracks in your flesh he made. You can’t scream anymore, choking on nothing as you try to breathe hopelessly, your body so weak as to be almost lifeless. It feels like your strength flows directly into him where his powers amplify it just to cause you more harm. The last of your tears spill from your eyes, and when you can no longer hold onto life and the world around you and your mind starts shutting down, you feel him lap at your neck.

The coagulated blood creates bumps that are a funny texture under his tongue, but that’s what he gets for getting carried away. You’re barely conscious - perhaps barely alive? He thinks for a moment, but your heart beats on, determined to make up for its failure to keep your body strong that is not its own fault. Still, you’re weak and fragile, and Baekhyun is grateful for how good a prey you were, and so he holds you still with all the tenderness he can muster when he’s at his strongest. He finishes his work with a kiss, and he hopes you felt it before you collapsed. 

He should leave soon, before the dawn comes. You must be used to being left on the spot his kind fed from you. But seeing how pale you’ve become, and sucking the residue of your blood off his teeth, he’s overcome by genuine fondness. He sighs, collecting you in his arms. He carries you to bed and sets you down gently, cocooning you in blankets because he knows your body will struggle to produce warmth. He brings you water and some food, though he isn’t entirely sure if it’s ready to eat. Oh how simple his life is in regards to feeding.

His thirst satisfied and a favor done, he really needs to leave. You didn’t ask him to stay, nobody ever does. He doesn’t like to feel unwelcome, though he has a feeling that should you wake up with him in your bed, you wouldn’t entirely mind. He checks the sky outside. It’s still dark, but his body tells him he needs to get a move on to return to his own home safely. But then he hears your teeth chatter with cold, he sees you shiver even as you’re wrapped in all the warm and fluffy blankets he could find.

You were the perfect prey for him.

He should reward you after he took what he desired.

It feels like he’s disconnected from his body as he slips under the covers and maneuvers you to his chest. He knows he’s almost as warm as a human should be right after feeding, but he isn’t prepared to feel how cold you really are when you curl into him. Baekhyun sighs and pets your head. He doesn’t need sleep, his body won’t allow it either, but this sensation isn’t all that bad. He’ll allow himself to analyze it while you rest.

Soon he’ll seek out a new human to feed on, but tonight he’s happy to see his prey live on.

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🎃The View; Best in Town

Date: 231031

Warnings: see note below, also SMUT 🔞, but I won't spoil. (No red siren).

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

NOTE: This is the least halloweeny piece I've ever done. In fact, there is Nothing. I was going to - DID - but whichever way I turned it I couldn't get it to match with the smut, and I really like that part in this. So I decided to skip, instead of dragging the smut stock down.

WC: 1,2k

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Looking up at the ceiling (the diffuse part of it you can make out), you think how funny things sometimes turn out. That side is still warm so he hasn't been gone for ages, but nevertheless the whole time you've been awake. What was it he said?

"I can't wait."

"Can't wait..? For this to be ov-"

"For you."

He was something indeed, just like the colleagues who knew him or of him had said - although you got the strong impression they didn't mean it as a  compliment and there was more than a grain of envy in their voices while saying it.

Either way, they way he had said that, "for you" didn't sound sleazy. Maybe because he didn't finish the sentence? Either way, you found - find - him to be quite sensual. 

"But where the hell is he…", you whisper, pushing the sheets to the side and walk out into the living room. It's almost as dark here, but the big window lets in more light from the street below so you make your way around quite easily. Walking a few steps towards the bathroom you definitely hear his voice from in there, so you gather he just stepped away to take a call so he wouldn't wake you up. Nothing to do but wait.

Gazing out the window is not an excuse, just something to do while you wait. But seeing as you are looking out the window you might as well lean a little, arch a bit, twist your knees a pinch.

When he finally comes out he doesn't immediately spot you; you can tell by the pause in his steps that he's seen you just now and is walking back behind the sofa. 

The flutter of waiting for him to come close is divine, not knowing which millisecond he'll reach out. His hands start at your waist, moving upwards to your breasts then down again.

"What are you doing up…", he asks seductively, kissing you on the shoulder, already looking for your entrance. 

"Enjoying the-mhh....the view."

As soon as he starts, he starts. And when you're built like him, why pace and wait? You couldn't believe how he stayed up last time, but somehow he did, and he's already making your bodies clap, digging his fingers in a little deeper. 

You've been with feral men before - you've been feral. But whatever this is, it's different. A vicious need reverberating inside your body; taking Baekhyun's energy, him taking yours. He cannot smack hard enough, can't go deep enough, grip and claw savagely enough, yet everything he does is teetering on being too hard, deep and savage. 

The window pane bangs and shutters when you put your hand up, but the marble sill stays quiet when it meets your foot. No questions asked he grabs the underside of your thigh, moaning to welcome the open access and rams straight up to electrify your core with the pressing of his tight balls as the icing on the cake.

God, why do you hope everyone down there can see you? Hope all those apartments with turned down lights hide people, looking from the shadows?

Growling, he puts his knee on the sill as well, letting it rest just under your thigh, snapping himself into you, crushing your ribcage, burying his face in your neck.

"U-hh……….u-hh……….u-hh………uh, you're draining me…." Biting your neck, he groans and slaps your clit. "Turn around……a-hh………chh…turn around…"

"I can't."

It's his wish, but he nonetheless pulls out with great reluctance, gripping your thigh hard, running his hand to rest, stroke, between your legs, snapping one, two, final times.

Hoisting you up on the ledge, putting one of his arms in the crook of your knee he leans forward, maybe for you to feel the pressure. Of course it's not comfortable, but that is part of the allure, especially with Baekhyun. The pure, wanton, vulgar.

"Can you take me like this?"

"I'll take you anyway you want me to."

Groaning with delight, he envelops his mouth over your lips, sliding his tongue over yours, moaning while steering himself right. After aligning, he slowly presses in, making you shiver with thrill. The cold window gives you a jolt - and well-needed cool down. Then he steadies himself with his other arm under your knee and starts. Rolling without a glitch, he goes from fast to faster, the faint lights from below illuminating his damp body and wet forehead. And, even though shadowed, his length is mouthwatering as it - covered in slick shine and veins - slides in-and-out, pressing to the shaft. The position is taxing, balancing takes a toll and he knows, so the crushing grip you have on the hair on the back of his head to keep steady doesn't seem to faze him. If anything it serves as pleasure, a raw reaction that further ignites him, makes him go from rolling to a straight, no-holds-barred, beat.

His palm hits the window with a louder pang than yours did - with a wail he pounds all his weight into you - he'll break my back - coming, dousing your insides with semen.

Grabbing your waist with both hands he thrusts.

"Aghh!" And again. Leaning into a hug - again. 

Coming down his kisses trail your collarbone, neck, lips with his touch over back, waist, face.

In his soft hand, under his caressing thumb, your nipple tingles. Sounding like he's using the last bit of power he breathes in your ear.

"Mh, you're so fucking sexy…"

Baekhyun being someone you just met doesn't matter; you know he means it. And that makes you feel sexy. 

"Don't fall, I'm lifting you", he says, putting his arm around your lower back.

"You'll drop me. I'll walk."

Shaking his head he goes for it, backing up 'til he feels the armchair against his calf then sits down. Still hard, he makes sure you go back on, even though it makes him knit his brows. You don't know if you could get tired of this feeling, but he…

"You're a bonafide freak…", you whisper above his lips.

Smiling, you think he's reaching to cover your mouth but slipping the middle finger in he lets you wet it and goes round; parts, strokes, then pushes.

"Tsh-ahh…"

You can't help arching, circling, when he rounds his finger upwards-

"Don't move", he asks, not so much because of overstimulation, more dominant. Placing his hand on the side of your neck he gently fixes it towards himself. "Just look at me."

Even if it weren't for the night his eyes would've been jet-black, but somehow deep. Intimidating, yet comforting to meet.

The leather feels nice and cool against your shins, being in a seated, normal, position feels nice, feeling Baekhyun's finger darting in-and-out of your ass feels nice.

So when he pulls out and lifts you by the waist you're disappointed, but steering his cock back he puts it against your ring.

"Can you..?"

Raising himself up to show he's serious is enough - with the slip of his own cum you press down and let him in. Inhaling deeply, he cups your face and covers your mouth with his juicy lips and a whisper:

"Ah, I think it's your turn to fuck me…"

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EXO ─ Cream Soda era

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holding for junmyeon:day 395 of 640  ~  holding for baekhyun:day 38 of 640

↳ EXO SUHO and BAEKHYUN at Idol Chef King | September 2016

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loid's personal mission to make wifey happy... ♡ successful?

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just found out lovesehunright deacted and so did my other fave exo tumblr writers..

its hard out here😮‍💨😭

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baekhyun doing his special asmr on exo ladder season 4 ♡

+ the director being done with him and lowering his mic volume

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Okay! 💓Could you write something about married couple and s/o wants a baby so bad. But baekhyun is not ready or confused idk. He doesn't want it for now. Reader is really disappointed and sad. She loves babies so much and can't wait have one. But baekhyun's reaction (angry or annoying) is made her angry/sad. A big fight but a happy end please. 🥺🥺 (maybe some tears too)

If it is not okay for you then no problem! 🌼

Thank you 💓

Hope you like this, anon 💖 Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader Word Count: 1.7k Genre: Angst and Fluff Warnings: None that I can think of

The evening had been lovely. You and your husband, Baekhyun, had spent it strolling through the tree lined park near your home. It was verging on autumn and there was a slight chill in the air, but the full cold of fall hadn’t hit yet. The sun had almost completely set but it wasn’t fully dark yet. You two were holding hands and chatting about how your days had been. 

You were recently unemployed, having left your job as a nurse due to increasing stress and anxiety. Currently, you were playing full time homemaker so that meant you were home alone all day while Baekhyun was at work at a consultancy firm. The days were long but fulfilling. You tried your best to keep yourself occupied, trying new recipes, as well as arts and crafts, reading and writing and regular exercise. The break was nice and it had you contemplating what you really wanted to do with your life, where your true priorities lay.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something,” you said. Baekhyun had just finished telling you about a new project he was taking on at work, and all the responsibilities that were going to come along with it. He loved his job but you knew how demanding it could be, keeping him at the office for long hours. Thankfully he was paid generously for his hard work.

“What is it?” He looked at you and squeezed your hand a little. 

“Well, I was thinking since I’m home now and we’re settled, it might be the perfect time to start trying for a baby. We finally have the time and space for it.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Right. Very funny.”

He kept on walking beside you. You didn’t know what you expected his reaction to be but it certainly wasn’t that. Why would he think you were joking about something like this? “I’m being serious, Baek. Let’s start a family.” 

Baekhyun said nothing for a few moments and you waited in tense silence, listening to the gravel crunching under your shoes. This conversation was already not going the way you had anticipated.

“YN, babe, I’ve just spent the last ten minutes telling you about the new client and how I’m project leader and all the extra hours of work I’m going to be taking on and you come back with this?”

“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. And I know how hard you’re working and I appreciate it so much, especially now. But this is important too.”

Baekhyun scoffed and you felt hurt. “It’s out of the question,” he said, his tone one of finality. 

“What? We can’t even talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. There’s no way we can have a baby right now.” He was dismissing you and you felt enraged all of a sudden.

You pulled your hand out of his. “Why are you being so cold?” You had to work to keep your voice even. You weren’t trying to make a scene, there were couples, families, children milling about the place enjoying the evening and you didn’t need to be the story they talked about as they got home.

“I’m not doing this here,” he said, testily. 

Annoyed, you began walking ahead of him, back towards the home you shared. You arrived and Baekhyun followed soon after, a look of irritation on his face. “You’re being childish leaving me behind like that.”

“I’m childish? You won’t even talk to me!” 

“I told you what I thought.”

“No, you made a decision for the both of us and then acted like I was the unreasonable one for having an issue with that. Do you not want to have kids with me?”

“All I said was not now,” he said, his teeth gritted. He was angry, a rare sight, and seeing him angry only made you more angry.

“What do you mean, not now? We’re both in our thirties, Baek! It’s not like we’re in our early twenties anymore with all the time in the world to wait. It only gets harder the older you get.”

“So what? If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen,” Baekhyun shot back and your jaw dropped.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’ve always said I’ve wanted kids. You know this. You said you wanted them too when we got married. And now this? What the fuck, Baekhyun?”

“Don’t you get it, YN? I have enough going on right now as it is. Work is insane, I’m having to work longer and longer hours, take on all these new responsibilities. You quit your job so I have to keep everything afloat financially all by myself. And now you want this?”

Your eyes widened, tears filling them at his words. It felt like he’d slapped you. He’d never made you feel guilty for not working. When you left your job, Baekhyun had been nothing but kind and supportive, telling you that he had everything handled and that you should take your time to decide when and even if you wanted to return to work, that you had nothing to worry about.

The hurt on your face made Baekhyun soften. He tried to walk back his statement, “I didn’t mean it like that… I just meant-”

“Forget it. Just forget I said anything. I’m going to bed,” you said, your voice even. You turned to and began walking down the hallway. You heard your husband calling for your attention but you ignored him. After you had washed up, you got in bed and began to cry silent tears alone. How had it all gone so wrong?

Baekhyun entered the bedroom about an hour later. You closed your eyes as he came in, pretending to be asleep on your tear soaked pillowcase. You were in no mood to talk to him right now.

“YN,” you heard him say from behind you. You pretended you didn’t hear him, staying as still as you could, hoping he would think you were asleep and leave you alone. No such luck. When Baekhyun wanted to talk, he was relentless about it.

“YN, come on…” he said, approaching you from behind. “I know you’re not asleep.” He put his hand on your shoulder and jiggled you lightly.

You turned onto your back and looked up at him with swollen eyes and lips. It was clear that you had been crying this whole time and that broke his heart. He hated seeing you cry more than anything.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Baekhyun said softly. He produced a bouquet of sad looking carnations from behind his back and held it out to you. “Sorry, I know they’re not great but I got them at the gas station. They’re all I could get at this time of night.”

You sat up against the headboard of your bed and said nothing, but you took the bouquet in your hand, fingering the petals of the flowers.

Baekhyun sat down beside you facing you. “I want to apologize for what I said earlier. I never meant to make it sound like I blame you for any stress I’m feeling. And I love having you not work to be honest. I love the fact that you’re always there when I come home, that we get to spend so much more time together.”

You put the flowers down beside you and took his hand in yours. “I appreciate that.” You gave him a sad smile. It obviously didn’t heal your heart but you appreciated his effort in trying to comfort you. Baekhyun was the only man you’d ever been with who actually gave a shit if you cried. 

“I’m sorry too. I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure at work and you’ve been so amazing and patient with me. I should’ve brought it up at another time.”

“No. The thing is… you’re actually right. It is something we should be talking about. We’re not getting younger. I just…” He trailed off.

You leaned forward and put a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I’m scared shitless. The idea of being a father fucking terrifies me. Being responsible for a human life. Making sure he or she grows up and is healthy and happy and all the good things. How the fuck am I supposed to do that? What if I fuck it all up?”

You almost giggled but you held it back. You definitely didn’t want to demean Baekhyun’s feelings but the fact that he even thought for a second he might not be a good father was just so ludicrous. He was the most kind and loving person you’d ever met. Any child would be lucky to have him as a father.

“Baekhyun… It’s normal to be scared about being a parent. I am too. But we can’t let it paralyze us.”

Baekhyun sighed, “I know but… It’s a life, you know? It’s forever. It’s not something we can try out for a few months and then decide to get rid of it if we don’t want it.”

“You’re right. But like… I think it’s one of those things where you just have to dive right in. Delaying this forever isn’t going to help.”

He looked up at you with his Bambi eyes and you looked back at him. He looked so young and sweet faced, he definitely didn’t look like a man in his thirties. But he looked tired. Maybe you’d been too preoccupied with what you wanted that you hadn’t realised sometimes he needed you to build up his confidence the way he always did yours.

“Baekhyun, you’re going to be the most amazing father. I’m sure of it. You’re so filled with love and so patient and smart and gentle. Not to mention your child-like spirit.”

He laughed at that, and you smiled.

“Besides, we’re going to be doing it together. It’s a team effort. We can lean on each other like we always do.”

Baekhyun leaned forward and kissed you on the lips. “I like the sound of that.” He pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around you. The warmth of his body was so comforting and you leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent. “So, we’re really going to have a baby, hmm?” He said, softly.

“I mean, we’re going to try.”

“Trying sounds fun. Let’s try right now,” Baekhyun said, kissing you again.

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Cycle (Part II)

⤑ pairing: toxic!baekhyun x toxic!reader ⤑ genre: explicit smut, angst, strangers with benefits au, non-idol au ⤑ summary: baekhyun was right, you did change your mind and came back to his bed. however, there were some unforseen changes to baekhyun himself. ⤑ warnings: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, p in v, teasing, choking, brat taming, oral (m receiving), name-calling (slut & whore), rough unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), orgasm denial, overstimulation, creampie ⤑ word count: 4.9k

a/n: ngl im kinda nervous to post this because this is my first time explicitly writing smut *cartwheels* but i hope this was good enough to the anon that requested a part 2 (also because i personally wanted a part 2 as well lmao) ><

Part I

Baekhyun's door swung open, and a look of genuine surprise momentarily graced his features as he laid eyes on you. However, that surprise was swiftly concealed behind a smug, self-assured expression.

"Told you, you'd come back," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance as he raised an eyebrow in your direction, his gaze fixating on the outfit you had chosen for tonight.

With a deep sigh, you couldn't help but mutter, "Oh, shut up," as you rolled your eyes in response to his egotistical demeanor. "Let's just get this over with."

There was an undeniable truth in his words, one you couldn't ignore, even if it stung your pride. Despite his nasty behavior and the knowledge that this reunion would likely lead to more heartache, you couldn't resist his magnetic pull. It was a foolish and almost self-destructive attraction, but there was something about him that drew you in helplessly. You were fully aware that this journey wouldn't conclude without its share of pain, yet you willingly threw yourself into the abyss, captivated by the enigmatic force that was Baekhyun.

“Last time you wore that skirt, I blew your back on the hood of my car.” He couldn't resist reminding you, a mischievious glint in his eyes as he recalled the passionate encounter you two had when you wore that very same skimpy skirt.

He bit his lower lip as he thought about the many ways to ruin you, just as he had promised during that night in the dimly lit alley behind the nightclub.

“So are you going to let me in or not?” you impatiently inquired. It took an enormous amount of courage to set your pride and ego aside and come to his apartment for one sole purpose: sex. Baekhyun, however, seemed to be relishing the opportunity to rub that fact in your face, and it was beginning to grate on your nerves.

“So impatient, sweetheart,” he tsked, his voice dripping with seductive promise. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while.” In one swift and surprising movement, he roughly tugged on your shirt, pulling you inside his apartment and catching you off guard.

Niceties were in short supply in this arrangement. For Baekhyun, it was strictly about sex—mutually beneficial and without any emotional entanglements. It was a simple transaction, taking what they needed from each other and then parting ways without a second thought.

He led you straight to his bedroom, and you couldn't help but be surprised by the sight. His room was clean and tidy, which wasn't out of character for him, but it was unexpected considering he hadn't been anticipating your arrival tonight. It seemed as though he hadn't brought anyone else over today, and that tiny detail strangely ignited a glimmer of hope within you, despite knowing better than to nurture such feelings.

Baekhyun settled onto the foot of his bed, his gaze tracing a deliberate path up and down your figure as he commanded, "Strip."

With a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, you stepped closer, positioning yourself just the right distance away from him, providing an enticing view without being too distant.

You began the seductive dance by slowly peeling your tight shirt away from your body. The fabric clung to your skin for a moment before you let it fall to the floor. As you reached behind to unzip your skirt, Baekhyun's voice cut through the silence once more, his tone demanding, "Keep it on, remove the rest."

Complying with his explicit wishes, you allowed your skirt to remain in place and instead slid your underwear down, stepping gracefully out of it as it dropped soundlessly to the floor. With nimble fingers, you unclasped the constricting garment securing your chest and let it fall to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Baekhyun's eyes lingered on your nearly bare form for a moment before he rose from his seat. He bent down to retrieve your discarded underwear from the floor, and inexplicably, pocketed it. The reason behind this action eluded you, but one thing you were certain of was that everything Baekhyun did, especially in the realm of intimacy, was intentional and calculated. You had come to learn that about him by now, and it only added to the electrifying tension that filled the room.

Closing the distance between you, Baekhyun's fingers encircled your chin with a deliberate and commanding grip, locking his intense gaze onto yours. His eyes, once playful, now bore into you with a dark intensity, and a sly, sinister smile curled upon his lips.

"Are you scared, sweetheart?" His feigned concern caught you off guard, casting a shadow of doubt about whether he might still be harboring resentment from your last encounter.

You contemplated delivering a sharp, snarky retort when your words inexplicably lodged themselves in your throat, caught in the midst of your hesitation. Instead, you opted for a defiant eye roll, a gesture meant to assert your defiance and discourage him, but it only seemed to stoke the flames of his irritation.

You told yourself that you weren't scared of him, not at all. Or at least, you believed so...

Clearly unsatisfied with your lack of an audible reply, his grip on your chin tightened just a fraction—not painful, but enough to convey a palpable sense of roughness in his actions.

"I asked you a question," he growled, his impatience simmering beneath the surface.

Summoning every ounce of resolve, you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and responded, your voice firm despite the quiver within, "I'm not scared."

A faint, almost predatory smile played upon his lips as he leaned in to plant a delicate kiss upon yours before abruptly pulling away.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Because I plan to make you regret that night when you spat those words in my face." The promise hung heavily in the air, igniting a tempestuous storm of emotions within you as you steeled yourself for the encounter that lay ahead.

Slightly daunted by the implicit threat in his words, you fought hard not to reveal any vulnerability that he might exploit. Instead, you locked eyes with him, maintaining a stoic facade. He guided you downwards, positioning you at eye level with his crotch. You couldn't help but notice a faint bulge beneath the fabric of his sweatpants, an indication that he wasn't fully aroused yet.

As you gazed up at Baekhyun, he merely tilted his head slightly, a nonverbal signal that seemed to convey, "Go on, do what you have to do," and observed you from his vantage point. Taking this as your cue to begin, you deftly undid the knot securing his waistband and lowered his sweatpants. You bestowed an open-mouthed kiss upon the clothed bulge, teasingly tracing its contours with your lips before casting the fabric aside together with the rest of the pile.

With your slender fingers wrapped around his length, your eyes locked onto Baekhyun's and you initiated a gentle, rhythmic pumping motion. Your lips ventured lowered, and you playfully gave his mushroom head kitten-like licks, allowing your saliva to trail down and coat his hardness. Delicate kisses and tantalizing licks peppered his throbbing length as you continued to stroke, your pace deliberate.

If there was one thing you were determined to do, it was to give him a taste of his own medicine, to drive him to the brink of irritation just as he so masterfully did to you. In this case, it meant teasing him, withholding precisely what he desired.

Your mischief appeared to be working, as you couldn't help but notice the gradual transformation of Baekhyun's expression, shifting from one of anticipation to one marred by annoyance. The flicker of irritation in his eyes only spurred you on, encouraging you to maintain your tantalizing pace.

Baekhyun's sudden, forceful action caught you entirely off guard. Without warning, he gripped the back of your head and pushed his throbbing length deep into your mouth, displaying an abrupt impatience that left you gasping for breath.

"I've had enough of your teasing," he huffed out, his gaze locked onto yours, seething with intensity.

The unexpected and rough intrusion emmitted a choked sound, your senses overwhelmed as you struggled to accommodate his size, causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. Desperate to communicate your discomfort, you tapped lightly on his thigh, your glare conveying your frustration at the sudden deep throat that you weren't prepared for.

Baekhyun, however, responded with a dark chuckle, showing no intention of relenting in his ministrations. "You take what I give you, slut," he spat, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes.

Your defiant spirit only seemed to further arouse Baekhyun. He showed no mercy as he continued to abuse your mouth, thrusting into it with an unrestrained force that left you gasping and gagging. Each aggressive push sent his cock plunging deep down your throat, and despite the initial shock, a strange blend of pleasure and pain began to wash over you. Your eyes rolled back involuntarily, and tears streamed down your cheeks as your body responded in seemingly contradictory ways to the relentless assault.

The room was filled with a cacophony of lewd and sinful sounds emanating from your mouth, mingling with Baekhyun's primal grunts and lustful moans. Drool spilled from the corners of your lips and cascaded down your chin, eventually finding its way to your chest, further intensifying the raw, carnal atmosphere that had enveloped the two of you.

Your boldness grew as you allowed your teeth to graze lightly over the top of Baekhyun's cock, a daring move that sent a shiver of heightened sensation coursing through him. He groaned loudly in response, his grip on your hair tightening as the intensity of his pleasure escalated.

“Fuck,” he drawled out in a low, husky tone, “I love it when you do that.” His compliment, a potent mixture of praise and arousal, fueled your determination, even as your jaw began to tire from the relentless rythym. It was evident that Baekhyun was inching ever closer to his climax.

As his thrusts grew more erratic and sloppy, you decided to lend a helping hand, quite literally. Your fingers moved from their previous grip on his thigh to gently massage his balls. This new sensation seemed to push Baekhyun even closer to the edge. Abruptly, he ceased the vigorous thrusting, denying himself the imminent release he craved, and instead, he pulled you up to your feet.

“Not yet," he murmured, his voice filled with a sense of restraint.

Turning you around so that your back was to him, he guided you gently to the foot of his bed, positioning you with half of your body on the mattress and the other half upright.

With a tap on your ass cheek, you obediently adjusted your posture, arching your back to present yourself to him, your backside provocatively elevated in the air. The anticipation in the room hung thick, a tangible tension between you and Baekhyun as you awaited his next move.

Positioning himself closely behind you, Baekhyun's hands began to knead, squeeze, and slap your cheeks with a firm yet sensual touch, eliciting soft, almost involuntary whines of pleasure from your lips.

“Baek…” you purred, voice laden with desire, your hips swaying in a silent plea, urging him to enter you.

“Let me admire the view from up here first, sweetheart,” he cooed with a seductive tone, his lips planting kisses and playful bites on the soft curves of your exposed ass.

His fingers, slick with your wetness, explored the contours of your sensitive folds, tracing a tantalizing path through your slick arousal. You couldn't help but spread your legs a bit wider, granting him more access to your pulsating core. Baekhyun repeated this teasing exploration several times, each pass leaving you more impatient, your need growing like an insatiable flame.

"Baekhyun, please..." you whimpered, your voice a beguiling mixture of desire and yearning.

Your arm instinctively moved backward, a silent plea for Baekhyun to finally penetrate your dripping hole. But before you could coax him any further, he swiftly grabbed your arm, his fingers enclosing it in an unyielding grip, and placing your wrist firmly on your own back.

“Don’t let me tell you twice, slut," he growled lowly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You only take what I give you."

Although your impatience was palpable, you knew better than to push him too far. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to muster all the self-control you could, choosing to allow Baekhyun to take control and have his way with you, rather than risk getting nothing at all. The tension in the room crackled with anticipation as you surrendered to his dominant presence, the promise of ecstasy just a breath away.

He continued to play with your quivering hole, teasing it with his fingers and the titillating brush of his throbbing tip, but not yet granting you what you so desperately craved. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he skillfully withheld what you wanted.

At last, he positioned himself, aligning his rigid length with your inviting hole. With aching slowness, Baekhyun began to inch himself inside you, the soft yielding walls of your heated intimacy greedily accepting him, beckoning him to delve deeper. Simultaneously, both you and Baekhyun groaned audibly, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations of being filled and enveloped in a cocoon of searing warmth respectively.

It had been a while since Baekhyun had been this deep inside you, but his pulsating cock was thick and unrelenting, his size stretching you painfully yet deliciously.

Baekhyun's thrusts were steady and measured, his iron restraint evident in every deliberate movement. The temptation to respond, to move your hips in pursuit of more friction, was almost irresistible. On the other hand, he couldn't help but watch in rapt fascination as his cock vanished and reemerged, plunging in and out of your slick, clinging depths.

“B-Baekhyun, please, move more,” you cried out, voice trembling with need, your self-control teetering precariously on the edge.

He grunted in response, the strain of restraint evident in his voice. “I’m trying," he ground out, his breathing ragged. "You’re just so fucking tight." The intense grip of your gummy walls around him was driving him to the brink of control, but he was determined to prolong this pleasure for the both of you as long as possible.

Once he had buried himself inside you to the very hilt, Baekhyun finally released the breath that he had been holding, a guttural sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips. He pulled back just enough to keep the tip of his throbbing cock nestled inside you before ruthlessly slamming himself back in, not granting you even a fleeting moment to adjust to his substantial size.

The sheer force of Baekhyun's thrust caused you to drop your head to the mattress involuntarily, his strong hand that gripped your wrist acting as an unyielding anchor, keeping your upper body firmly pinned down.

Maintaining an unrelenting pace, Baekhyun continued to pound into you from behind with a brutality that left no room for respite. The sensations were overpowering with your cunt clenching around him with each merciless thrust. Your moans grew increasingly fervent and unrestrained, the audible smack of skin meeting skin echoing through the room.

What intensified the intoxication was the exquisite friction created by the relentless motion of his balls brushing against your sensitive clit. It sent shockwaves of desire rippling through your already saturated cunt, fueling an intense longing to stimulate yourself. Yet the position you found yourself in left no room for such movements, your arms pinned between the bed and Baekhyun's unyielding hold.

"B-Baek," you managed to whimper, your mouth slick with drool, your need clear in your voice as you longed for some relief from the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely.

Suddenly, a disconcerting emptiness washed over you as Baekhyun's warm touch vanished from your throbbing core. Your confusion was fleeting, though, as his presence quickly returned, albeit with a twist you hadn't anticipated.

Just as you were about to rise, your body tingling with anticipation, Baekhyun's hand pressed something into your mouth. It was your soiled panties, effectively gagging you and leaving you in a state of shock.

“Shut the fuck up, whore," he growled, your whines muffled as they passed through the makeshift gag. With that, he resumed his previous actions, and his movements intensified, hitting you with even greater force.

The relentless power of his thrusts was driving you toward a state of ecstasy, unlike anything you had ever experienced. The pleasure he bestowed upon you was unparalleled, unmatched by any lover who had come before him. It was precisely this intoxicating sensation that kept drawing you back to Baekhyun, despite his abrasive personality and the toxic nature of your arrangement. There was simply something about him that made him impossible to resist; his cock just felt like pure damn bliss inside you.

Struggling against the gag, you managed to convey your impending climax, your voice muffled and desperate, “G-gonna… cum."

Baekhyun groaned in response to your walls tightly clenching around him, his hands maintaining their vice-like grip on you. One of them slid around the back of your neck, pressing you further into the bed, and inducing a wave of dizziness. The heady mix of pleasure and a lack of air, with your mouth gagged and your face pressed firmly against the mattress, heightened the intensity of the moment.

His pace quickened, and with each powerful thrust, he relentlessly targeted that sweet spot that had your toes curling in pleasure. Finally, your body succumbed to the inexorable surge of pleasure, and you reached your climax, your cries of ecstasy muffled by the gag, your body shuddering and trembling under the weight of the intense release.

A tsunami of pleasure washed over you, causing your walls to clench around Baekhyun's cock with such intensity that stars danced across your vision and your eyes rolled back into your head. The sheer ecstasy of the moment threatened to engulf your senses entirely.

But Baekhyun wasn't finished with you; far from it. He flipped you onto your back with a practiced yet possessive grace, determined to continue his relentless assault on your needy cunt.

“Mine. All mine,” he declared, his voice gruff and authoritative, a proclamation of ownership that resonated deep within your very being.

The overstimulation had tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, but you nodded fervently in affirmation of his possessive declaration. Finally, he turned his attention to your neglected, throbbing clit, and began to rub the bud in intricate figures of eight, as if summoning a genie from a lamp.

The sensations were overwhelming, pushing you perilously close to your second orgasm. The combined pleasure of being filled to the brim and the tantalizing touch on your swollen clit drew you closer to the precipice.

At this point, you could no longer open your eyes, your senses completely submerged in the waves of sensual gratification that Baekhyun was expertly administering. Your moans grew louder as the overwhelming sensation of your second climax enveloped you, your walls clamping down on Baekhyun's cock. Your cunt was sopping, soaking his sheets, and your legs trembled uncontrollably under the onslaught of pleasure, leaving you utterly helpless beneath him.

You lay there, utterly and incredibly fucked out, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you trembling and barely coherent. Yet, Baekhyun showed no mercy, granting you no reprieve, despite the incoherent babbles that escaped your lips, your pleas for respite falling on deaf ears.

“Nuh-uh, we’re not done yet,” he tsked, a wicked grin etching across his face as you whimpered and shook your head. Desperation welled up within you, threatening to spill over in the form of tears. You questioned whether you could endure any more of his relentless assault and still manage to stand up and leave his apartment.

Baekhyun's face drew closer to yours, and with a devilish grin, he discarded the gag that had silenced you, freeing your mouth to speak and kiss. You could sense that he still had ample vigor within him, a fact that both excited and terrified you.

His kisses were an intoxicating blend of hunger and need as if you were his lifeline and he desperately needed you to stay alive. It drove you to the brink of madness, even in your state of exhaustion from the intensity of your fucking.

With a sharp bite to your lower lip, hard enough to draw a hint of blood, he pulled at it as he moved away from your face, leaving you gasping and aching for more. Then, he pulled your legs closer to him, positioning himself so that both of your legs rested upright against his shoulders. He lined himself up with your slick entrance, and with the aid of your arousal from your recent orgasm, he slipped inside with ease, once again filling you completely.

Bunching your skirt up around your waist, he used this as a makeshift handle. Baekhyun gripped it tightly as he continued to pound into you with an unrelenting fervor. His jaw was clenched, every muscle in his body straining with the force of his thrusts, his grip on the fabric taut and unforgiving. The rhythm of his thrusts caused your breasts to bounce vigorously, caught in the throes of your impassioned session.

Mewling out his name in a wanton plea, you felt one of his hands slide between your lips, pushing his fingers into your mouth. Without hesitation, you began to suck on them, meeting his rhythm with the fervor of your own desire as he continued to drive into you with relentless vigor.

Baekhyun showed no mercy as he fucked you with unwavering determination, his thrusts growing increasingly faster and more intense. Grunts, curses, and praises for you tumbled from his lips in a heated torrent. His dark, menacing eyes bore down on you, but amidst the fierce intensity, you were taken by surprise when he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the tender skin of your inner ankle.

As his cock twitched inside you, you sensed his thrusts becoming sloppier, a telltale sign that he was close to release. His head tossed backward, his mouth open in a wordless cry as he chased his own peak of pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m close," he drawled out, his voice strained with ecstasy.

A deep, primal groan escaped him as he sank his teeth into your shoulder, marking you as he released deep within you. Ropes of his warm cum surged forth, coating your walls with his seed as he filled you to the brim. He stilled, his cock twitching as he remained buried inside you, both of you panting and gasping for breath, your bodies pressed together in the aftermath of your shared climax.

After the intense and mind-blowing sex, both of you collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, attempting to catch your breath. As Baekhyun eventually pulled himself out of you, his eyes remained fixed on the sight of his cum dripping down out of your sensitive hole. With a sense of possessiveness, he used his fingers to collect the glistening remnants and pushed them back inside you, ensuring that not a drop of your shared passion went to waste.

The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes, still reeling from the overpowering intensity of the sex you two just had. Baekhyun eventually stirred, standing up and making his way to the bathroom, likely to clean himself up. You took this as your cue to start gathering your things and preparing to leave his apartment.

Weakly, you attempted to sit upright, your body still trembling from the powerful sensations you had just experienced. Just as you were about to muster the strength to leave, Baekhyun reappeared from the bathroom, holding a damp washcloth in his hand.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his tone laced with an unexpected gentleness that left you feeling somewhat disoriented.

"Leaving," your response came out more as a tentative question than a firm statement, your confusion mounting, "We're done, aren't we?"

Baekhyun appeared to ignore your question entirely, instead moving closer to you with the washcloth in hand, his intentions unclear. As he began to gently clean you up, wiping your sensitive area with the damp cloth, you couldn't help but voice your bewilderment.

"Baekhyun, what are you doing?" you asked, your bafflement growing by the second. After all, Baekhyun wasn't someone who would engage in aftercare, so his sudden tenderness felt entirely out of character.

"You keep asking questions with obvious answers," he muttered cryptically, his actions and words leaving you increasingly perplexed.

With irritation bubbling up inside you, you found yourself growing less patient with the situation. You were emotionally and physically drained, and Baekhyun's strange behavior only added to your confusion. You knew you had to leave, and you weren't in the mood to deal with whatever was going on in his mind at that moment.

Swatting Baekhyun's well-intentioned hands away, you made an abrupt attempt to stand up and gather your scattered clothes. However, as you placed one foot in front of the other, you were taken aback by the unexpected weakness that coursed through your legs, causing you to stumble on your first step.

You couldn't help but acknowledge the irony; sex with Baekhyun seemed to turn your legs into jelly, yet you had always managed to regain your composure, walk out, and leave without issue. So why couldn't you do so now?

"See? You can't even stand up properly," Baekhyun rushed to your side, his concern genuine as he assisted you in sitting back down on his bed.

Rolling your eyes in exasperation, you shot back, "And whose fault is that?"

Baekhyun couldn't help but chuckle lightly at your retort, seemingly amused by your banter. He moved to his dresser, retrieving one of his shirts for you to wear.

"Stay the night, you're probably tired," he announced, his words causing your head to spin with confusion.

You couldn't help but mutter to yourself, "You never asked me to stay the night before, why now?" The question was more of a musing to yourself, but it didn't escape Baekhyun's sharp ears.

"Just sleep, ___, while I'm being nice," he sighed with a hint of resignation. "You can leave tomorrow morning instead."

Feeling too fatigued to argue with Baekhyun's sudden change in behavior, you silently accepted the shirt he threw at you and slipped out of your now-wrinkled skirt. Slipping the shirt over your head, you settled on his bed, lying down on your side with your back turned to him. Baekhyun followed suit, taking up a position on the other side of the bed.

As the two of you lay there in the aftermath of your passion, a strange sense of vulnerability and intimacy hung in the air, leaving you both to contemplate the uncharted territory your complicated relationship had just entered.

After a few minutes had passed, you could feel the sweet embrace of sleep slowly welcoming you into its comforting hold. The intense exhaustion that had washed over you acted as a gentle lullaby, swiftly ushering you into the realm of dreams. Your chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of deep, restful breaths.

Unbeknownst to you, Baekhyun remained wide awake, his thoughts churning like a tempestuous sea. Turning onto his side to face you, he inched closer, seeking the warmth of your body as he wrapped his arms securely around your waist. His mind was a tumultuous whirlwind, while you, on the other hand, were peacefully lost in the realm of dreams.

Unable to resist the urge, he placed a chaste kiss on the side of your head, the gesture a silent reflection of the emotions coursing through him. His heart, usually encased in a fortress of detachment, now beat erratically within his chest.

"Why are you making me feel this way, ___?" he whispered softly as if the very act of voicing his confusion might offer some semblance of clarity.

In the stillness of the room, Baekhyun's whispered question hung in the air, its weight pulling at the edges of his conscience. He continued to hold you close, his arms a comforting anchor around your waist, as he contemplated the turmoil of emotions that had surfaced in the wake of your passionate encounter.

For a while, he watched you sleep, your peaceful expression a stark contrast to the chaos within him. He had always been the master of his own emotions, never allowing anyone to breach the walls he had meticulously built around his heart. But you had managed to crack those walls, to slip through the cracks, and now he found himself vulnerable and confused.

Baekhyun's fingers gently traced the curve of your hip as he wrestled with his thoughts. He had never allowed himself to become entangled in emotions, especially in his complex arrangement with you. Yet, here he was, haunted by questions and feelings he had never anticipated.

As the night wore on and the room remained silent, Baekhyun found himself torn between the desire to understand these newfound emotions and the instinct to protect himself from their potential consequences. The conflict within him raged on, and he knew that in the morning, he would have to face the reality of his own vulnerabilities.

But for now, he simply held you close, his heart in turmoil, and the mysteries of his emotions left unsolved in the quiet of the night.

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absolutes, two.

notes: remember that time i tricked everyone into reading a zombie au? iconic. here’s chapter two. 2,604 words. [m]. baekhyun/oc

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baekhyun 19 and 30 pls 😫🥹

Cycle

⤑ pairing: fuckboy!baekhyun x toxic!reader ⤑ genre: angst, strangers with benefits au, toxic relationship au, non-idol au ⤑ prompt: 19. "Do you treat all your hookups like this?" + 30. "I don't love you." ⤑ warnings: mature themes, mentions of sex, smoking, language, gaslighting, emotional manipulation ⤑ word count: 1.6k (i know i said i'll only be writing in less than a thousand words for this challenge but i got carried away ><)

You had always known that getting involved with someone like Baekhyun was simply a recipe for heartache. He was the embodiment of a reckless, charismatic charm, the kind that could draw you in effortlessly, like a moth mesmerized by a captivating flame. What had passed between you two, if it could even be called a relationship, was nothing short of a toxic whirlwind of physicality, passion, and pain.

The pulsating beat of the club's music reverberated through your body as you danced, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the beat. Lost in the moment, you felt the presence of another man behind you, his hands exploring your curves, igniting a sensual fire within you. Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes locked with the handsome stranger's, a playful smile on your lips.

It had been weeks since you had last seen Baekhyun, the enigmatic man who had a hold on you like no other, and you were determined to move on from that toxic entanglement.

But your fleeting escape from reality was cut short when Baekhyun suddenly appeared, his eyes blazing with jealousy as he forcefully pulled you away from the stranger's grasp. Was Baekhyun jealous?

The dimly lit alley outside the pulsating club served as the background to your latest encounter with the man who, deep down, you were thoroughly sick of but paradoxically couldn't escape from. It was as though the two of you were bound together by an inexplicable addiction, a maddening pull that defied reason. Your dynamic with Baekhyun had always been a constant push and pull, an emotional tug-of-war that had ensnared your heart time and time again.

Once more, you had allowed yourself to be ensnared by Baekhyun's irresistible allure, drawn into his orbit with the faintest glimmer of hope. Hope that this time, things might be different, that you could finally find something more, something real, amidst the chaos that is Byun Baekhyun himself. Yet, here you were, standing on the precipice of another descent into the abyss, caught in the gravitational pull of a toxic cycle that thrived on empty promises and shallow connections.

With each encounter, Baekhyun's charisma wove a seductive web around your emotions, luring you in with fleeting moments of intensity and passion. The world seemed to blur when you were with him, the allure of his searing touches and the intensity of his gaze clouding your judgment without fail. It was an addiction that had gripped you tight, leaving you yearning for more even as it devoured your sense of self-worth.

But once the intensity faded, and the passion subsided, the painful reality set in. The promises he made during those passionate moments of being in each other's embrace proved to be nothing more than hollow words, vanishing like smoke in the wind. And in the quiet aftermath, you were left to pick up the pieces of your heart, trying to mend what had been broken once again.

You knew that this toxic dance couldn't continue indefinitely, that it was a destructive cycle that threatened to consume you entirely. Yet, as you stood in that dimly lit alley, face-to-face with the embodiment of your damn addiction, you couldn't help but wonder if this time would be any different. If, against all odds, you could break free from the relentless pull of Baekhyun's charm and find the strength to put an end to this destructive pattern once and for all.

"Do you treat all your hookups like this?" you snapped, your irritation turning into anger as you forcefully yanked your arm free from his possessive grasp.

Baekhyun's dark eyes bore into yours, filled with jealousy and anger. "I don't like watching you with other guys."

You couldn't help but scoff, your frustration bubbling over. The audacity of this man, I swear. You and Baekhyun weren't in a relationship, not even close. All your encounters were nothing more than lustful escapades, devoid of any emotional connection or commitment.

"You don't get to be jealous, Baekhyun," you shot back, irritation clear in your tone, "We're not together. You made that pretty clear from the very start."

Baekhyun's reaction was unexpected, his demeanor taking a darker turn as he took a step closer. His expression became menacing and his voice dripped with condescension. "Sweetheart, you can do whatever the hell you want, but when you're with me, you're mine."

Your disbelief and hurt were evident as you stared at him, your voice snarling. "You can't have it both ways, Baekhyun. You can't act like my boyfriend whenever it suits you when we're not even close to being in a real relationship."

The disconnect between Baekhyun's words and actions drove you to the brink of insanity. They weren't even in a relationship, just two strangers who often found themselves warming each other's beds. Now, it had become a never-ending cycle of hookups, jealousy, and confusion, and you couldn't bear it any longer.

His features hardened, demeanor unyielding. "I can do whatever I want, ___. Whatever you say can't and won't stop me," Baekhyun asserted coldly, his gaze remaining unyielding as he challenged your assertion. "You're the one making a big deal out of it."

In that moment, the confusion and frustration between you and Baekhyun reached a boiling point, and it became painfully clear that you needed to break free from this toxic cycle, even if it meant losing him for good.

"Well, I'm not letting you do so this time," you asserted, your voice tinged with a bitter taste of regret. You had allowed yourself to be drawn into Baekhyun's web of desire, thinking that it would be enough to satisfy your cravings. But it had never been enough. You wanted more, something real, and Baekhyun's toxic hold on your heart was suffocating.

Baekhyun's gaze remained unwavering, his voice maintaining a cold and detached tone. "What happens between us doesn't mean anything, ___. It was just for fun. You should know that by now."

As he ran his hands through his two-toned colored hair, his dismissive gesture only fueled your determination to break free. Baekhyun began to walk away, leaving you standing there, shaken but resolute. "Now drop the attitude and follow me to my car. I'm going to give you some good fucking so you can come back to your senses."

Your refusal was unequivocal. "No."

Baekhyun's expression darkened, his voice taking on a low and dangerous edge, as if he was willing to consume you whole. "Don't test my patience, sweetheart."

"I don't love you," you suddenly blurted out, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them, "so I'm not going to follow you to your fucking car." It was a lie, of course. You had grown to love him, despite the unconventional and disastrous arrangement that had consumed you both. But this time, you refused to let that love lead you further down a path of pain and confusion.

Baekhyun's expression remained unreadable, his stoic facade unbroken. "I never asked you to."

His words pierced through you like a knife, the truth of their empty encounters crashing down on you. His brutal honesty stung like hell. You had been a fool to think that there was more to their twisted "relationship". Baekhyun had always been the same—a heartless fuckboy through and through—and you had allowed yourself to get entangled in his web of desire and deceit.

Baekhyun's jaw clenched as he took a deliberate step closer, narrowing the gap between you both. His tone remained firm, almost accusatory. "Just for the record, you knew what this was from the start, ___. It's just sex. Don't act like you're innocent."

His words felt like a harsh slap, a stark reminder of the reality that had ensnared you. Baekhyun's confession had unveiled the raw truth of your entanglement—a relationship built solely on physical desire and devoid of any genuine emotional connection.

You had had enough. The close proximity between you and Baekhyun felt suffocating, as if his very presence was a chain keeping you captive. With a burst of frustration and determination, you shoved him away, the force of the act startling him. You turned your back on him, leaving the chaotic club and its flashing lights behind. It was time to break free from the toxic cycle the two of you had created.

"You're an asshole, Baekhyun. I don't ever want to see you again," you snarled, your words dripping with resentment.

His gaze remained unflinching, as if he'd expected this reaction all along. "Then don't. But if you decide to change your mind—and you will—my bed is always welcome."

Baekhyun's casual indifference sent a shiver down your spine. It was a chilling reminder of his ability to manipulate and control your emotions. But this time, you were determined to stand your ground, no matter how tempting the allure of his chaotic world had been.

He lit a cigarette, the orange ember casting eerie shadows on his face as he took a long drag. His eyes never left you, dancing with amusement as he let out a humorless laugh. "I'll see you around, sweetheart. You better prepare yourself for when I ruin you in bed."

Your heart sank as you realized the hollowness of his words. For far too long, you had allowed yourself to be enchanted by his charismatic facade, desperately searching for something deeper beneath the surface. Now, the cruel truth stared you right in the face, and the pain was more excruciating than you had ever imagined.

Baekhyun pushed away from the wall, taking another drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. As he disappeared into the city's bustling streets, you were left standing there, wondering how you had allowed yourself to fall for someone like Baekhyun in the first place.

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oh my god 

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 12.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M (Mature Content)

Word Count: 7.7K

Warnings: A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Tag list: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Part 1, …. Part 11, Part 12

The announcement of Baekhyun’s departure to your team caused more stir than you had expected.

You’d anticipated a few disappointed groans, maybe some questions about the reason for the sudden change; even though there had never been any misconceptions that he was a permanent fixture on this team. But what actually happened was quite a bit of pushback from several members who said Baekhyun’s contributions had helped them greatly with the everyday. Either through his communication style, his sense of humor that usually made the office mood light and fun, with his organization, or his sense of leadership. You’d known that your own heart and soul had benefited greatly from having him on your side, but you hadn’t quite realized the impact he had on the rest of the team too.

The ladies seemed to take it particularly hard and you found your eyes pulled to him as he smiled his sweet smile in their direction, even frowning at a few in solidarity that he had to be pulled away from them all so suddenly. One younger member of your team who sat in the far back of the room abruptly rushed out of the room in tears, coming back after a few moments with a flushed face and hand full of tissues.

“What the hell was that about?” You whispered to him through tightly gritted teeth.

“I’ve never seen that girl in my entire life,” he whispered back through his wide toothy smile.

You tried your best to mitigate the negativity that had seemed to take over and when you announced that there would be a new replacement to take his place right away they only groaned louder. It was only after you agreed to throw a going away party after his final day did they finally settle down; placated by the thought of good food and alcohol on the company’s dime.

The commotion in the office settled and as you carried on with your day a new commotion seemed to be brewing inside of you the more you paid attention to your soon-to-be-Ex assistant. He went about his usual day-to-day duties only this time with a certain flair of finality to them. He was performing things with just a little bit more care and thoroughness, being sure to make plenty of notes in some book he kept. You began to feel an ache somewhere inside the more you watched him. He was so glaring with it too; as he carefully organized and stacked things with brand new super obvious labels he’d made that left no doubt at all about what was what and where things were. He also was speaking out loud as he did it, making sure you were paying attention so that when he was gone you could still find the things you needed.

While you found the entire thing extremely sweet of him to go through such great lengths for you, you also could not shake that melancholy lump that had settled deep inside of your chest.

How would you manage without him?

You knew, of course, the rational part of your brain knew that you were being very dramatic right now, and you would, of course, manage just fine, but still… how?

“I think I’ve made a mistake,” you said, to your own horror out loud. The words pushed their way out of your lips before you could stop them and Baekhyun looked up from where he had been digging inside of a file box across the office. His eyebrows lifted in silent question and you quickly closed your mouth back up and shook your head, as if you saying something like that to him without elaborating was anything you could shake your head about and have him actually ignore you.

“What mistake?” You’d already looked back at your computer screen to the conversation you were having with Advertising Manager Park who was basically frothing at the mouth at the idea of having The Byun Baekhyun, of the esteemed family Byun, whose fame and fortune preceded them all, working alongside one of their very own Senior Advertising executives. It wasn’t an assistant role. It wasn’t even working beside Chet as you had so threatened him with. It was something he would possibly even struggle with at first, but of course he would learn and he would adapt and then they had better watch out because he was going to outshine them all, you were sure of it.

“It’s nothing,” you said lamely and you rolled your eyes at how very silly you were acting after having been the very one to decide on this change.

“Noona, what mistake? What happened?” He repeated and he had left the open box behind as he made his way to stand behind your desk. He was looking curiously at your computer screen, clearly trying to decipher your cryptic words on his own since you weren’t offering up any clues.

His warm hand landed over your mouse hand and he bent at the waist to look at your computer as he moved your hand to move your mouse. You watched the side profile of his pretty face. His skin was clear and his lips were pink and pouty. You felt his fingertips land just between your own and he was clicking around your screen, quickly mouthing along as he was reading messages you had sent about his wonderful work ethic, sharp responsive wit, and charming social skills. You’d really sold it and his middle finger clicked against the scroll wheel a few times before he came up blank and turned his attention back to your face, lightly touching into your eyes with his dark brown questioning ones.

“I mean you,” you said with a small frown pulling at your lips. “What will I do without you here?”

His lips pushed down into a small frown and he blinked his brown eyes slowly at you. You knew that you had decided this for the both of you; without even asking him for alternative ideas first. Now the wheels were in motion on a steep hill and there was no way to stop it. He was leaving and it was your own damn fault.

“You’ll be fine,” he said softly. His thumb brushed comforting strokes over the back of your hand and his eyes traveled over your face before bouncing back into your eyes for the briefest moments and then he was very quickly looking away from your pouting face. He inhaled a breath and straightened out his spine, standing up and taking the close-up view of his pretty face with him. It only served to deepen the frown.

“Sunny will be good. You can trust me on this. I’ll always take care of you. Even from another department.”

“But she’s not you. No matter how good she is, she’s not my Assistant Byun.” You knew you were acting childish. Having laid down for just two minutes on the bed you’d made yourself and all of a sudden you had something to say about the quality of the sheets.

“You big baby,” he said under his breath with a little shake of his head. He’d already moved back to the big box he had been digging through and he left you to it; whatever this mood you’d brought on yourself was. You knew he didn’t feel any better about this but he seemed to have processed his disappointment already and had moved on to busying himself with the preparations for what was to come.

The afternoon progressed in much of the same manner. Your mood was shot and watching him buzz around you as busy as he was getting ready for the changes to come only made you feel it more.

When quitting time arrived you swallowed away the disappointment as best as you could, said a fond farewell to him, and watched him walk out the door of your office; one day closer to the last time you’d see him at work.

Your feet were dragging and you felt exhausted from the day as you made your way downstairs, through the large lobby beyond the security turnstiles and you’d made it halfway down the sidewalk walking in the direction of your bus stop when a sound pulled your attention from the street. There was a quick horn that beeped, and a flash of lights.

You knew him in an instant. His car wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. You’d stopped your steps when you heard the horn but a glance around you for witnesses kept you from immediately going up to the car.

There were a few odd stragglers still emerging from the building and you pointed with a finger around the corner just a little further from the entrance. You couldn’t see in due to the dark tint of his windows but you trusted he would be paying attention enough to catch your meaning.

You were walking now, headed in the opposite direction of your bus stop you quickly crossed a small street and as you walked you could hear the low rumble of that big engine as the car followed where you traveled. When you were satisfied with the distance you made your way for the passenger door, hearing the click as the locks disengaged the moment you put your hand on the door handle. You pulled that door open and you slipped inside.

You hadn’t expected this. You had fully intended to take the bus home and sit and stew in your crappy mood alone with maybe a pint of ice cream and some trashy romance playing on your tv.

Baekhyun didn’t immediately speak to you when you sat down in his passenger seat. All you got was a sweet smile before he pulled out into traffic, driving off toward who-knows-where. He was headed in the opposite direction of your apartment and your knowledge of the geography of this town told you that he wasn’t making a big ol loop to turn back around. Instead he seemed to be merging onto a freeway.

Your bad mood had vanished with that first smile he had given you and now that he was no longer looking at you, you leaned your head against the comfy headrest and watched his side profile as he drove. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips and he swallowed in a way that made his throat bounce up and down. His arm extended out with his left hand rested light on the top of the steering wheel and his eyes settled ahead as he watched the traffic ahead of him.

Somehow, you not knowing where he was taking you didn’t bug you at all. You simply settled into the seat with your shoulders angled just enough so you could watch him as he drove. It was amazing; how easily your mood had turned around. He could take you anywhere he wanted as long as you could look at his pretty face as he did it.

A change in the momentum of the car brought you out of the quiet trance. He had taken an exit, slowed the car, turned two or three times down some winding roads that weaved in between buildings and he drove down unfamiliar streets, all the while he kept his eyes carefully focused on the road until you could feel the itch of curiosity building inside of you.

The neighborhood felt old. His fancy car definitely looked out of place here and you noticed the occasional glance as very normal and regular people caught a glimpse of it from their busy street corners and tables set up outside of convenience stores.

He was signaling though and he then he was turning and when he pulled into a plain looking parking spot in front of what looked like a hole in the wall place whose signage boasted the simple kind of comfort food that you might expect to find on your grandmother’s table you followed his lead and unbuckled your seatbelt with wide eyes and that curious itch clawing against the backs of your teeth.

“We’re here,” he whispered cryptically with a disarming smile and a lift of his eyebrows.

“We are where?” You began to wonder if you had missed something. Had he actually told you what his plans were and you had been too distracted to listen to him? Baekhyun had the kind of voice that you could point out clearly in nearly any noisy room. Something about the sound of it made it nearly impossible for you to ignore even if you wanted to. There was no way you had missed him offering you an explanation for this.

His lips pulled wider.

“Let’s eat,” he said and you pushed at your door to step out onto the worn out pavement of this parking lot. There were some holes and some puddles from a recent rain shower that afternoon and you watched your step as you made your way around the front of his car where he stood and waited with his hand outstretched for you to join him.

The door had a bell on it that rang out noisily as the metal hit against the glass and you heard the sound of an old woman’s voice call out a greeting. The place was empty and it was tiny, with only three tables with four chairs each. You could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and knowing what you knew about Baekhyun and his excellent judgment in all things, you were certain that you were in for something delicious..

“Welcome. Come in. Sit anywhere you—” Her standard greeting was interrupted as she peeked her head around a corner that separated the tiny dining area from the kitchen.

The woman burst around the corner, “Ahh! Baekhyun-ie, my baby boy! Come here!” She was closing in on him fast and the giggles that came from his chest as the old woman pulled him in tight for a full-body hug had you genuinely wondering who this woman was in his life to warrant such an enthusiastic and warm greeting.

When she released him from the tight embrace, she wasn’t done. You heard him say something that sounded a little bit like ‘Halmi,’ but it was mumbled from very deep down inside of her arms.

“It’s been too long. It’s been so long. Where have you been that you stayed away for so long?” Her hands lightly swatted over his shoulders with the little complaints she had. The affection between the two was obvious. She gripped both sides of his face tightly with her worn, wrinkly hands and it took only a few moments of her glistening eyes taking him in for the awareness of your presence beside him to suddenly dawn on her.

She looked at your face for the briefest moment before her wide eyes were back on him; looking into his face expectantly with everything about her body language relaying her unspoken questions.

Her eyebrows raised, her lips pushed into an O shape, and her mouth asked a silent ‘Who?’ She asked this of Baekhyun.

“Halmi—” the name he called her again although it felt like a term of endearment more than a familial relationship, “Mimi,” He’d taken the sweet nickname and made it even cuter before he continued, “this is my girlfriend.” His palm was up and extended in front of you as he said your first name with as wide a smile as you had seen on his face.

When his palm moved, the other joined in and he gestured toward the woman as he spoke quietly to you now, “This is Mimi. My nanny. She raised me since I was a baby — my whole life.”

As soon as the words were out, she was fussing. She gasped noisily with her eyes wide and her hands went to cover over her mouth. Just as quickly as she did that, she was reaching her hands out in your direction; reaching for your arms. Her hands traveled down to grasp tightly over both of your hands and she was smiling a wide grin in your direction. She was moving all over the place, trembling with genuine excitement before you. The happiness you felt radiating from her was contagious and you felt your own wide smile responding in kind.

“Oh my!” She gave you a wondrous smile. “Would you look at that?” She looked into your face with a curious expression of awe painted across her features. You didn’t really know how to respond to this. You’d never been received by a stranger with such enthusiasm before and you looked into Baekhyun’s smiling face with what you were sure was confusion and many questions, although hopefully, very well-hidden ones.

“You can call me Mimi too — silly boy, I’m not his grandmother but he’s called me that since he was a baby,” she said as she shook your hands up and down inside of her own. Her admission made you laugh, reminding you of how stubborn he was about calling you Noona when you had first met him. She had taken a step into you.

“Oh,” she lifted a hand up to touch over the side of your face and she looked deep inside of your eyes as she did it. She looked at you for what felt like ages and you could find nothing else to do but look back at the old woman. After a few breaths she was nodding her head as if she had understood something profound with that simple look into your eyes and that gentle touch upon your face.

You weren’t sure how one look could have done it, but you felt it in an instant. With this one introduction you had a complete and unfaltering understanding of how Baekhyun could be such a sweet and gentle human being who was kind and sensitive and so very beautiful on the inside.

It had been her.

She was why.

Everything about his unimaginable wealth and privilege should have had some sort of a detrimental effect on him, and try as hard as you could, you couldn’t quite understand how he was still so down to earth, so genuine, and how he felt so real. People with the kind of privilege that he had didn’t just turn out completely unaffected by it and yet Baekhyun had surprised you again and again with just how very good he seemed to be deep down inside.

With this meeting, you understood at once.

This woman had raised Baekhyun, her sweet and precious baby boy, with so much love. She had loved him completely and with her whole being and all at once you felt overwhelmed by it. You felt grateful to her and you felt awestruck in her presence. That overwhelming feeling, it rose up inside of your esophagus and you had to swallow it back down; sniffing through your nose as your breathing grew just a little bit constricted. You blinked your eyes rapidly to rein in the unexpected rise in emotions. If either of them noticed how suddenly affected you felt by this meeting, they didn't react.

She moved so quickly with it all. She was as intense as he was. You recognized an uncanny likeness between the two of them with the size of their giant personalities.

She was obviously very old and yet so full of energy. She was well in motion now. The shocked gasps from her lips quickly turned into more complaining as her hand rose up to lightly touch at the hair on her head and she let go of your hands to lightly smack Baekhyun on his arm, pulling a rough laugh from his chest. “Why didn’t you warn me? I look like this. She’s so pretty.”

“Where did you find such a pretty girl? She doesn't know how annoying you can be yet, does she?” The woman’s frantic fussing was winding down and turning into playful teasing. Baekhyun was still laughing as she seemed to be talking to herself while also steering him further inside the room with her hands on him, “Oh, well she’s going to find out soon enough. How did you trick her into it? A girlfriend! I can’t believe it.”

“How many years has it been? I told you to find a girl to love enough to bring her to me and now you’ve done it, my baby boy. Now I can go in peace. You have someone to love. My heart can rest.”

The significance of Baekhyun having brought you here today hit you harder and harder the more you listened to her talk. Just as he hadn’t warned her, he also didn’t say a thing to you about this. That same overwhelming feeling in your chest pulsed hot and it spread just under your skin, up your neck and face; making your eyes burn. You blinked again, willing yourself to breathe in and out slowly in some attempt to keep your emotions in check. Although if he had warned you about meeting the woman who raised him, you might not have so blindly climbed inside his car and let him take you wherever he wanted to take you without even so much as a question.

She didn’t care about your age. Or how much money your family had or your salary right now. She didn’t care about your position at work, the price tag of the designer bags you’d splurged on, or about how small of a dress size you could fit into.

She only cared that Baekhyun loved you and that was enough for her. You liked to imagine that one day that would also be enough for you.

She was steering him through the small room, hands gesturing to one of the tables, clearly instructing you both to sit down. You could feel in your bones that some food was about to come out. It was going to come out whether you asked for it or not and there was going to be a lot of it. This was a doting mother feeding her hungry child.

“Sit, sit. You’ll both be very hungry. I’ll bring out the food.” It didn’t sound like a survey of your hunger levels so much as it was a clear command, said with such authority that you quickly pulled out a chair and sat your butt down on it.

You were right about the food. There was too much of it and it was the kind of home-made comfort food that only came from someone who had been feeding someone that they loved for a lifetime. The rice, the stews, the dishes on the side, every single thing that touched your tongue felt familiar right down into your soul. You ate until you felt ready to burst and there was still so much of it left on the table.

You couldn't remember the last time you had such a comforting meal. Despite this not being your home and not being your family, everything about the experience felt like coming back home after having been away for much too long.

Even her nagging felt so comfortable. It all came from a place of love. She nagged him about visiting her more often and you quickly found yourself promising to come back again with him, even telling her that you would be sure to remind him when he had been away for too long. Strangely, you meant it too and his eyes watched you with such a fondness that you had to look away from the man just to keep your wits about you.

When the tables turned and it was Baekhyun’s turn to nag and scold his Mimi for continuing to work tirelessly, for not retiring on the money he had always deposited into her account, she was quick with a dismissive hand wave, saying that life wasn’t for her and if she stopped working she would drop dead and she had to see him get married before she left this Earth. You didn’t miss the small wink she shot at you behind his back when she said it and the entire exchange had your cheeks burning and you choked and coughed on the small glass of water you had been sipping on.

Baekhyun was stubborn and once he got started on a cause, he wouldn't quit. He insisted too much on her taking a vacation, or living the life of luxury he had clearly provided for her and she told him she would think about it as she reminded him of the time, explaining that she had to close up the shop and get to bed. It didn’t seem that late in the evening but he eventually gave up the fight anyway.

You were both promptly expelled and given several containers filled with food with well wishes from all sides and promises to see each other again soon.

Once everything was securely fastened inside the car and you were both seated well inside the car with the doors closing out the noise and the chaos from that visit, there was a moment before he started the engine when you both just sat in a kind of shell-shocked silence.

“Mimi might be the sweetest lady I’ve ever met in my life,” you said in a whisper and you heard a small chuckle escape from his chest.

“Well, she liked you,” he said as if that fact held some sort of reasoning for why you found her to be so lovely.

He reached forward and pressed the button that made his car engine roar to life, “don't let the sweet old lady act fool you. She can be downright nasty if she doesn't like someone. But you…of course she would like you. I knew she would like you.”

“How did you know?”

“Because I love you.”

He said it so casually as if anyone in the world could see it as plain as day as he reversed the car and headed off into a direction you could not give a name to even if you tried. You didn’t recognize any of these neighborhoods or street names.

“What are we going to do with all of this food? She always gives me so much,” He said with a glance in his rear view mirror, “I think I need to go home so I can put it away.”

His home — Baekhyun’s home.

You hadn’t been to his home yet. The opportunity simply had not presented itself with this relationship being just so very brand new.

“You don't have any reason why you need to be home in a hurry do you? We aren’t very far from my place.”

Not only had you not planned on this outing with him, you hadn’t actually made any plans for your evening at all. Maybe just something relaxing. Then maybe something soft and comfortable. It was all a vague and distant hypothetical that clearly didn’t have anywhere near the magnetism that spending a few more hours with this man had.

“Aside from a warm bath and a comfy bed, I hadn’t planned much for my evening at all.”

“I have a bath tub,” he said nearly under his breath and an amused giggle escaped from your lips.

“Ahh, and I bet your bed is very comfortable too,” you teased him playfully at first, but halfway through the sentence the back of your brain buzzed a noisy alert.

Making silly jokes about his bed as he was pulling his fancy car into the first level of a parking garage in one of the most exclusive parts of town on the very same day you and he had made a promise of abstinence was definitely on some unexplored list of No-Nos.

He parked and turned the engine off. The silence and stillness in this car was all at once overwhelming and Baekhyun had leaned forward with his arms folded over the steering wheel, resting his head on them as he turned to look at you from the driver’s seat. He hadn’t replied at all to your silly comment about his bed and the longer he stared at you quietly the more stifling the air inside this darkened car became.

Outside of the car, the garage was lit, but only just. Not enough for any fine definition to be visible in his features and the dark tint on these windows blocked out nearly everything else. You could still see enough of his face to know that he was still looking at you. You knew so much about the beauty of this man’s face to know exactly what had been building inside this closed up car the second he had turned that engine off. The silence magnified the sound of him. You could also hear his steady breathing and after a moment you heard a click as he reached a hand down and unfastened his seatbelt.

The next bits of motion from him were a dreamy haze. You felt him move closer to you. He was leaning over the center console into your space in this car and you heard the click of your own seat belt at the same moment that you felt his hand brush against your hip.

You smelled him moments before you felt the warm air from his mouth and you closed your eyes when you felt his soft lips press over yours. His lips parted and your own wandering fingertips reached up to touch the soft skin of his face. With your fingertips on him, every movement of his jaw as he opened his mouth felt that much more pronounced. Every tilt of his head and every gasp of breath from his lungs you felt them all magnified under your fingertips. His tongue was soft and wet against your own and the greedy drag he took from your lungs gave you no chance to recover from his needy mouth that only wanted more. When he pulled back he sucked your bottom lip deep into his mouth, the desire that flooded your veins had your fingertips constricting; wrapping around the nape of his neck; threading fingers into his hair — an unrestricted and unwavering desire filled your senses making you second guess your sanity when you proposed something as silly as a week without giving in to what both of you wanted from each other.

It was Baekhyun that pulled away from you first; with both of his hands cradling your face, you lost his lips first and with a huff and heavy breaths coming from your own lungs, he held you firmly in place with his forehead leaned up against yours as he begged his lungs to calm his breathing down.

When he finally spoke it was after you’d managed to pull your hands off of the smooth warmth of his skin and some bits of your sanity were beginning to return to your conscious mind.

“This much is okay, right?” His dark pupils were clearly visible from up close and they peppered over your face, touching lightly into your own eyes before the focus was lost and he leaned into you again, pressing his mouth over your parted lips again and all of the progress you had made in your recovery was gone.

“I want you,” he groaned into your open mouth, “you taste so sweet.”

He was insane.

It was not okay.

No. Baekhyun. This much wasn’t okay. You felt on fire.

You were not handling it very well, and when you threaded your fingertips in his hair behind his head you tightened the grip you had on his hair. Briefly and only for a moment, you felt just too overcome. You had lost his lips again. He had pulled away from you again, but you were much too overcome. Briefly and only for the scant few seconds it took for your lips to open up over the smooth warm skin of his neck and just below his ear you knew the perfect spot where this man had oftentimes driven you beyond the brink with his teeth. When you had simply lost your damn mind, and you let your teeth sink into the sensitive skin there, you were instantly rewarded with the sweetest and most addictive sound from deep within his body. It was a whimper. It was a moan. It was cursing and his hands were grabbing hold of your wandering hands roughly as he pushed, and held and forced your hands down and off of his body completely.

“Nope. It’s not okay. It’s too much. Fuck — fuck.” He was loud. A light flooded the cabin and you squinted against the sudden brightness, hearing the sound of his car door opening and he was gone in an instant. The change was so abrupt it brought you back into your mind. It only took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the increase in lighting and you could see him standing up in the space between his car and the open door.

You had gone overboard. You knew it then, he had a sensitive neck and with the current restrictions in your relationship, you should have just behaved yourself.

His hand motioned in your direction as he opened his fingers, closed them again and shook his hand out. He wasn’t speaking anymore, but you could taste much of the same frustration he was feeling on the back of your tongue.

“Should I just quit?” You heard him ask. “I should just quit. Right now. And then it doesn't matter what we do.” There was a tinge of hopeless humor in his voice. He was coming down from it and was trying to distract himself with sarcasm and jokes.

“You can't quit,” you answered the question he wasn’t actually asking you.

“Why can't I? I’m an adult.”

“Because I need you.” Your lips had pulled into a small pout when you spoke again, “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

He had bent at the waist and his head appeared in the open space. He was looking at you with a curious expression.

“Let’s just try and make it through the week,” you said with as much of an apology in your voice as you could manage, “I’m sorry I bit you. I’ll behave myself, I promise.” You lifted a pinky finger in his direction and waved it but he didn’t move.

This had been your own idea. Your solution to the work issue that you knew would cause these kinds of challenges for you both, and you had been the first one to take it too far. The frown on your face was genuine. You were actually feeling just a little bad for losing yourself so easily with him.

He quietly stared at you and his lips hung as the tip of his tongue darted out to run over his front teeth before he bit down on his bottom lip and closed up his mouth.

“We should take the food inside,” he seemed to have regained his composure with the distance he put between your mouth and his neck and you nodded with what you hoped was a believably innocent of a smile on your face as you got out of the car, made your way around the front end to stand beside him with your arms outstretched, ready to help carry the load of Mimi’s food.

“So…” he began as he passed bundles of carefully tied containers into your waiting hands, “you’re going to be on your best behavior now?”

His tone sounded funny. Almost much too flirtatious for your shaky and new found self control to handle. You looked up into his face, noticing on the smirk you caught for just a split second.

He was walking now and you trailed behind him as you both reached an elevator. The journey felt like a maze. There were doors after doors all with locks that disengaged with something he kept in his pocket and all the while you hadn’t caught any glimpse of another soul. You’d expected to see others coming home from work perhaps or venturing out for dinner. You had noticed that the elevator down in the garage had next to nothing printed on it as elevators usually did and something about it looked extremely closed off, almost private.

“Where are your neighbors? Why is this place so empty?” It was honestly overwhelming just how different this felt from when you took the bus and got home from work.

He had reached another door and had pulled it open.

“I imagine they’re at their own homes. This is my home.” He said it with a shrug and your eyes widened.

“Yeah but the elevator, the other cars in the garage.” His eyes wandered and his feet kept moving as the space suddenly opened up into an enormous space that was very obviously an entryway to a grand home.

“Sorry,” he shook his head lightly and winced, “my cars in my garage. My elevator.”

Your eyes were wide with the shock of it. When you had first sat inside his car and you had been thrown off by the scale of this man but this felt like a completely different story. You clearly had no idea. This man was so out of the ordinary that you suddenly had no idea how to proceed with this new knowledge.

“For the record, I didn’t — ask for this estate. I didn’t pick it. I think it’s too big, too cold, too fucking empty. I kind of hate it most of the time.”

On his walls were what you were certain had to be priceless art works and you both passed a room that seemed to be entirely dedicated to showcasing some giant statue of a naked lady that stood illuminated in the very center of the otherwise empty room. The place felt like a museum. How did he even find his way around?

“I spend most of my time in my bedroom.” He said.

You’d taken some stairs down, not enough to be a full story but you both turned a corner and reached a kitchen with an enormous center island, more drawers and space that you could even think to be able to fill with stuff and he pressed a hand over one of the walls. To your surprise it opened. It was an enormous fridge.

He’d put the food away. You had yet to comment on any of the things you saw and all of this walking had made you dizzy. Baekhyun had turned away from the fridge wall and had grabbed both of your hands as he swung them lightly and dipped his face to catch your flighty eyes.

“Baby, why aren’t you saying anything?” He was smiling at you but there was some concern in his eyes as he did it. “Do you hate it here? Should I move? I’ll move if you hate it. I don’t like being so far away from you anyway.”

You could see the anxiety in his body language and his rambling told you that maybe part of the reason why you hadn’t had the opportunity to visit Baekhyun inside his home yet was because the man was apprehensive of showing all of this to you.

“I’m just…very surprised. It’s a lot, Baek.” You opted for honesty. It wasn’t that you hated it. You just suddenly felt so very small standing in here. “How do you find anything? Who is that naked lady in the other room and why does she get her own room to be naked in?”

Your genuine question pulled a loud laugh from his chest and he was pulled your arms against him now. He pulled you hard and your legs stumbled forward until you collided with his chest and he wrapped his strong arms tightly around your shoulders. You felt him tuck his face into your neck and he was giggling just a little bit.

“She came with the house. But yes that is her room. If you are jealous you can come and get naked in my room. Didn't you say you wanted a bath?”

You were laughing now. You did feel super overloaded when you first came inside this home but having his arms around you with his little jokes in your ear put your heart at ease. He was still your boyfriend. He was Baekhyun. Baekhyun happened to be a whole lot but at least you could count on his warm strong arms and his disarming jokes and even more disarming smile.

“Take me to your room because I want to see it. But I’m keeping my clothes on.”

He was pulling on your arm as he walked backwards. There were some more steps, this time they went up and they led to a hallway that turned a corner. He turned to walk forward with occasional glances at you as he moved and at last he had stopped in front of a pair of closed double doors.

“I have a picture of you next to my bed. Don’t freak out. I just like looking at you when I wake up. And you won’t let me come live with you. A man’s gotta survive…”

“A what? Where did you—”

He had opened the door and inside was a much more comforting feeling space than you had seen in any other room you’d passed by. Of course it was huge, but despite its large size felt so much more livable and real than most of the rest of the home. The bedroom itself felt more like it’s own studio apartment with occasional nooks for a small library and desk, another nook for a gaming computer and a wrap-around sofa with a large tv mounted on the wall.

“Ahhh,” you said suddenly understanding. This... this was his home. This space was entirely his. This place with the pop culture artwork on the walls, the big bed that sat on the other side behind a glass partition, “Now this feels like your place.”

Your legs carried you to his bed and you couldn’t help yourself with the way you threw your body down, moaning out in delight at the incredible way his soft mattress hugged your body. The bed felt incredible. You turned your head and facing you was an image of your own smiling face in a small frame that stood on his nightstand beside the hexagonal shaped table lamp you had seen in the video call.

You reached for the frame and tried to recall when he must have snapped this picture. But the season didn’t match for when you both had started dating. This wasn’t recent. No, he took this picture of you long before that. You recognized that the last time you wore that coat was last spring when the last late cold snap blew through; right before the oppressive summer heat took over.

How long had this man been keeping his crush a secret from you and how many other photos had he snapped of your silly smiling face without you even noticing.

You felt the bed dip behind you and the warmth of his arms encased you. His fingers reached out and he grabbed the frame from your hand, pulling it gently out of your fingers so he could place it back in its spot on his nightstand.

His fingertips brushed up the length of your extended arm slowly and traveled up your shoulder to move your hair out of the way for his lips. You felt him breathing here and your eyes seemed to close on their own when you felt the pull of air he inhaled from beside your ear.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?”

“Naked?” Your own voice took on a panicky sounding lift when you stupidly responded to his question.

“Do you usually wear clothes in the bathtub?” He trailed his index finger lightly along your jawline. All at once you knew you were in some danger here laying in this bed beside this man who clearly had not learned a damn thing from what happened in the car earlier.

“Isn’t that dangerous, Baekhyun? I don't seem to have enough self control to be around you even with clothes on.”

You felt the hot exhale from his lungs. A long deep sigh that sounded very much like deep disappointment of a man who was still very affected by the closeness with you.

“Tell me again why I can't quit tonight.” You found his tone curious. His words did not lift at the end as you expected this sort of question would.

“You know already,” you whispered, opening your eyes back up as you tried to ignore the way his fingertips felt brushing against your skin.

“Tell me again though.”

Now you understood why it didn’t sound like he was asking you a question. It wasn’t one. He knew what you had told him and he wanted to hear it from you again.

“I need you. I’m not ready to let you go.” The danger you felt with this multiplied when you said it.

His fingertips were joined by more digits and he touched your face so lightly with his hand, “Again,” he whispered.

You turned your head and you said it again, “I need you.”

You turned your shoulders around and you were spinning on this bed turning your entire self around so you could wrap your arms around his waist and you tucked your face into his chest.

“I need you. I need you and I love you. ” you said again and again and again as you wiggled your forehead against him with the repeated words that he wanted to hear from you. You felt the rumbles inside his chest and he was giggling as he wrapped you up tightly within his arms.

“Okay,” he said over your head, “then I’ll be the strong one. Just stay like this with me tonight. Just let me hold you and it’s enough. It’s enough.”

[To Be Continued]

Links: Part 1, …. Part 11, Part 12

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Misdemeanour

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Summary: All you had to do was sit still and listen, but that was asking too much of you, wasn’t it?

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Power Imbalance, Age Gap, Dubcon, Breeding Kink, Brat Taming, Degradation, Unprotected Sex.

“Are you going to answer?”

You snap out of your daze, focusing in on the source of the voice. You heard your name and were unsure if you were daydreaming, but now with your lecturer standing in front of your desk, you accept the truth.

“Answer what?” You ask in monotone, not even attempting to feign interest.

You couldn’t care less about this class, one of the mandatory units you need for your degree, only here to pass and nothing else, you don’t care about high marks.

“I asked you,” He sighs, clearly frustrated, “To speak on what the author meant on page 14… were you even listening to me?”

You lift your head up to make eye contact with your teacher. Professor Byun Baekhyun. Barely in his 30s, and way too smart to be wasting his time with a student like you. He’s handsome, witty, and you know that if you cared about the topic, you would probably try for his sake at least, but truth be told, all you can think about right now is the day ending so that you can go home to bed.

“No,” You smirk at him, “And no, I wasn’t.”

You watch the vein in his neck bulge as he draws in a sharp breath, and you stifle a laugh, though you can’t wipe the smile from your face. You were never a well-behaved student, not in any of your schooling years, and still now in university you just thrived off frustrating your teachers. You could never really pinpoint why, but you were sure that your psychology lecturer, the one right in front of you now, could do so.

“Stay back after class,” Baekhyun murmurs, an order, not a question, “We need to speak about your attitude.”

You roll your eyes at him in an attempt to dissuade yourself from stamping your feet in protest. You know that you’re not the only one in class who doesn’t pay attention, but you have no idea why he singles you out.

“Are you kidding?” You ask him, “Sir, I have shit to do tonight.”

Baekhyun narrows his gaze, jaw clenched as he holds himself together, “Mind your language,” He warns you, “I won’t keep you too late if you can act like an adult.”

You don’t get a chance to clap back before he turns to walk to the front of the class, resuming the lecture and seemingly forgetting that he had asked you to join in the discussion. Though you should, you still don’t focus for the rest of the class, leaning back in your seat and staring at the clock on the wall, waiting for the session to end so that you can get this stupid talk over and done with.

“My office,” Baekhyun murmurs as you stand up from your desk, “Follow me.”

You roll your eyes once more, and drag your feet for good measure while you make your way over to him, but you do as you are told and follow him down the hallway and up a flight of stairs to his private office. As expected, the walls are lined with shelves full of books, and you scoff thinking about how boring they all must be. Baekhyun closes the door behind you before making his way to his desk, sitting behind it and gesturing to one of the chairs in front for you to take.

“Do I need to be here?” You ask, glancing down at your watch, “This is a waste of time for us both.”

Baekhyun stares blankly at you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Even earlier when he was calling you out for your inability to pay attention, there was still a niceness to him, but not now you are alone.

“You definitely need to be here,” He replies, “And the fact that you don’t think so proves it for me.”

You raise a brow in confusion, not quite sure what he means by that at all.

“Cut the attitude,” He continues, “You won’t get anywhere in life if you continue to act this way.”

Exhaling deeply through your nostrils, you close your eyes to try and centre yourself, but not before Baekhyun continues to berate you.

“You think you’re funny, disrupting the class the way that you did today,” He states, which is not a lie, “But that’s just because you’re insecure, isn’t it?”

You suddenly feel bare, exposed, how the fuck can he read that from your behaviour? You know he has a doctorate but really? It’s that obvious?

“I am not,” You try to cover yourself, “I just don’t give a fuck about your stupid class.”

Now it is Baekhyun’s turn to compose, breathing deep into his chest, “I said,” He begins, “Cut the attitude.”

You break the intense eye contact to glance down at your watch again, how has it only been five minutes? “Can I leave now?” You ask, more persistent this time, “I am getting nothing from this.”

Baekhyun stands up, towering over you even though he is not the tallest man you know. You would never admit that it frightens you a bit, but if he is as good at reading people as he makes it seem, he would be aware.

“You need to learn to do as you’re told,” He states, “And you aren’t leaving this office until you can do that.”

You know that from his position, he has a good view of your body, and if you can be sure you’re not insane, you just caught him staring. Your shirt is a little low cut to be worn to Uni classes, but you had planned to go out for drinks after, so wanted to save the need to change.

“What are you insinuating?” You ask, “Baekhyun… seonsaengnim.”

Baekhyun’s lips curl up in a playful smirk, and you feel your stomach drop. You hate that he has gotten under your skin with such seemingly simple words, and such small actions.

“I’m insinuating,” He replies, “That if you don’t do as I tell you, that you may have to repeat the whole year…”

Coercion? He’s using coercion on you? But you don’t break so easily.

“I don’t care,” You respond with another flat out lie, “I’m not doing anything.”

You can feel his patience waning, but this only fires you up more, ready to fight, wanting to make him pay for making you feel so fucking… subordinate.

“I don’t think your parents would be happy to hear that their daughter is wasting their hard-earned money,” He murmurs, “I know they pay for your studies, and they’d be very, very disappointed if that money went to waste.”

He’s right. Of course he’s right. The only people who you really care about, your parents, would be devastated both emotionally and financially if they had to fork out the fees for an additional year of university. He has you backed into a corner, and you know it, he knows it too, and he is just waiting for you to give in.

“What do you want from me?” You ask him, your tone softening in what is probably fear, though you don’t feel it often enough to know for sure, “What do I need to do?”

Baekhyun smiles this time, showing those perfect teeth of his, and it makes your skin crawl. Psychologist or psychopath, you have no idea, and you take deep breaths to center yourself awaiting his response.

“I said, obey me,” He replies, “I know what you do outside of class, all the boys talk, so I’ll be making my own judgement today.”

Your breath catches in your throat, mind racing as you begin to realise exactly what he is speaking about. You are embarrassed, maybe a little ashamed, knowing that your stupidly attractive professor has heard about your… indulgences… It makes you crazy.

“What is your order?” You ask, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, “Is this even allowed?”

Sure, you’re an adult, well and truly, but he is so much older than you, ten years at least, and the imbalance is evident. You are mature, but nowhere near to his level, but you can see in his eyes, and feel in your body, that neither of you are upset about that.

“I make the rules,” He smiles at you again, he might be crazier than you are, “And the first one is I need you sitting up on this desk.”

You try not to be afraid, though your legs are a little shaky as you do what you are told, moving from behind the desk, to in front of him. He moves his chair back far enough that it hits the wall behind him, giving you plenty of room to sit down, and you cross your legs, not quite ready to give up without a little fight.

Baekhyun stands to join you, loosening his tie before reaching down to pry your legs apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing most of your thighs, and you feel so… impure.

“Much better,” He nods approvingly, his long, delicate fingers trail up your bare skin, “If you take me well enough, you may even see your marks improve. Your parents would be so proud, wouldn’t they, honey?”

Bile rises in your throat, but you swallow it down to return an even sweeter smile. It’s true, your parents would be overjoyed to see you do better, but of course they could never find out why. You watch Baekhyun as he scans your body, clearly pleased with what is laid out in front of him, fuck it, he’s too hot, and the benefits of this are enough to give in, of course, he wins.

“Use me,” You mumble, clearing your throat, “Take me, teach me my lesson.”

Baekhyun laughs, his hands sliding under your skirt to trace his fingers over your too-thin panties, “Such a slut,” He growls through gritted teeth, fingers pressing against you a little harder, “Ready for any boy to use whenever they want… but none are as experienced as me.”

You have no doubt that he is right, and it excites you more than you would care to admit. You whimper softly at the feeling of his fingers, close but not close enough, and you move forward just slightly to show your neediness.

“I didn’t think you’d give in so easily,” He teases, “I guess what they all say about you is right.”

“You don’t want me to play nice?” You ask, stuttering over your words as you feel his fingers slip under the elastic of your panties.

Baekhyun’s fingers breach you, two of them, deep and curled up at an angle. You dig your nails into the desk either side of you to keep still, not wanting to seem as turned on as you truly are.

“I might have hoped for a little more fight,” He purrs, pulling his fingers out only to thrust them in again, “But that’s okay, I’m sure I can break you more.”

The subtle threat has you reeling, though you’re quite distracted with his fingers inside you. You don’t know what to expect, glancing down to his crotch, the bulge evident, even through his slacks. You gulp, and stifle a whine when he takes his fingers from you, using them to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his suit pants, letting them drop down and pool at his ankles.

“Sir,” You mumble, realisation setting in, “I… do I have to?”

It is a little bit of an act, your hesitation, but at the same time it isn’t, fearful that a few teasing motions of his fingers weren’t quite enough to get you ready for what looks to be an exceptionally large cock. You brace yourself as he tugs down his underwear, and watch as he strokes himself, though already at full hardness, just to slick himself up with the little bit of arousal that he pulled from you.

“You do,” He nods, stepping forward so that his thighs almost hit the desk, “And you will.”

He lets go of his cock to grab you under the thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. You grip tightly to stop yourself from falling, and Baekhyun holds you with one hand on your hip, the other reaching for his erection. With a skill that you find way too hot, he uses two fingers of that hand to pull your panties aside, and guides his cock to your hole, teasing strokes along your slit, anticipation rising as you await his next move.

“Fuck!”

Baekhyun lets go of your hip to cover your mouth with his hand, “Quiet!” He orders you, but fuck, it is hard. His cock fills you painfully, thick, long and throbbing, your eyes roll back as you try to compose yourself, overwhelmed and now fully submitting out of fear.

He doesn’t give you any reprieve, keeping your mouth covered as he fucks you, hard and fast with no time to adjust. Your whines and moans are muffled by him, and you can’t quite pinpoint when the pain subsides and pleasure rolls in, but oh wow, it does.

“So tight,” Baekhyun groans, “This is all you’ll ever be good for if you don’t start focusing in class.”

You don’t respond, too distracted by the way he fills you up, and fucks in to you with no care for your own needs. It is degrading, his words and actions, but it turns you on more than you can explain.

“Or would you like that?” He continues, “Just serving me for the rest of your life instead? Wet and ready whenever I need my fill?”

Right now, you probably would say yes. Forgetting the degree you are so close to finishing, if you pass this year, you are drunk on his cock and would probably do anything for more.

“I might just get you pregnant,” Baekhyun goes on, and your body clenches as you realise he didn’t put a condom on, “Knock you up, force you out of your family, keep you as mine, so I can fuck you every single day.”

You are dizzy with both pleasure and with the lack of airflow, having your mouth held shut. You are sure that you look pathetic, but Baekhyun likes that, likes how easily you let him in, how utterly powerless you are compared to him.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” He sneers, “Turns you on so much when I treat you like the filthy slut that you are, doesn’t it?”

With tears in your eyes, your orgasm washes over you, legs shaking and nails leaving scratch marks on the wooden desk as you moan silent cries. You don’t know if any guy you have slept with ever got you to orgasm from penetration alone, so you are addicted to the way that Baekhyun has you feeling.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” He warns, “I want to see your tummy bulge, be a good girl and take it all.”

You whine a little as he moves his hand back down to your hip, now free to breathe again but still choked close to silent with the remnants of your orgasm. Baekhyun’s thrusts speed up, the harshness of them tenfold, and you watch sweat beads form on his forehead, biting his lip before he too climaxes, cock twitching in you with further thrusts, releasing his seed as deep into you as you can take it.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, pulling out of you slowly, but replacing his cock with his fingers to keep you plugged, “Can’t let any of this go to waste now, can we?”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, lips raw from biting on them to keep your volume down. You feel crazy, dazed and confused, a little afraid but still too fucked out to really process what is happening.

“Are… are you going to fail me?” You stutter, words a little slurred as he presses his thumb to your clit, fingers working to bring you to climax again.

Baekhyun works fast, wanting you to fall apart even further, and you aren’t sure how much more you can take. You can’t push him away, and you’re not sure if you even want to, focused on how good he makes you feel.

“Cum for me again,” He orders, “Need to feel you sucking me in, and then, I’ll make my decision.”

It isn’t hard to obey this order, the man is talented, and you wonder for only a moment, how many other students he has had on this very desk. Your thought is interrupted as your body seizes, cunt clenching to his fingers as your peak comes to head, biting your tongue to stifle the pitiful cry that escapes you, throwing your head back as tears roll down your face.

“Good girl,” He praises you, finally slowing down and extracting his fingers, readjusting your panties before he moves back from the desk, “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You watch him as he pulls his pants back up, after wiping his hands with a tissue and sanitiser, and you catch your breath before asking again.

“So,” You start, “Am I going to fail?”

Baekhyun smirks at you, cocking his head to the side. He is so arrogant, and you are back to being mad at him again.

“No, I think you’ll pass,” He replies with an almost cheerful tone, “But if your attitude doesn’t change, just know I won’t go so easy on you next time.”

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love scene

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 1.7k genre: fluff, smut warnings: piv, doggy style, impreg kink, slightly dom!baekhyun, lots of sweetness and fluff synopsis: your husband byun baekhyun always has sweet surprises for you

author’s note: this fic is based on the songs un village and love scene by byun baekhyun

You stepped off the bus at the stop that was right in front of your apartment. As it was a rainy night, you opened up your pale pink umbrella to protect yourself from the downpour. The streets were mostly dark and empty, with the streetlights illuminating glistening puddles. Usually you loved the rain, but you were officially tired of it. It had been raining for almost two weeks straight and you missed being able to get home dry.

As you crossed the street, you looked up at the building you lived in and the window of your apartment. He was standing there in the window looking at you like you knew he would be. Baekhyun always made sure to watch you getting off the bus if he was home first. He knew the schedule and was always waiting there for you to make your appearance. He said it was because he couldn’t wait to see you, even a few more minutes. 

You looked up at him and waved, although you knew he could barely see you doing so under the umbrella that he had bought for you. You expected him to wait until you got to the apartment entrance, but you saw him turn around and walk away from the window. That was odd. You shrugged it off and made your way to the sliding entrance door to your building when you saw your husband standing right inside wearing a raincoat, a grin on his handsome face. He opened the door and came outside before you could go in and he grabbed your hand, pulling the two of you away from the building.

“Baby, I have something to show you,” Baekhyun said sweetly, giving you a kiss on the lips. “I missed you, by the way.”

“I missed you too, Baek, but what is it? I’m tired and cold and wet. I just want to get inside and take a warm shower.”

“You’ll see when we get there,” he replied, smirking a little. You really couldn’t ever say no to that face, as exhausted as you were. The two of you were huddled under the umbrella now, still holding hands. He insisted on holding the umbrella too, which you had no qualms with. 

“Is it far?” 

“No, we’re almost there. Trust me, Y/N, you’ll like it.”

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before finally arriving at a small hill. Baekhyun led you up to the top of it, and pointed up at the night sky, moving the umbrella slightly. “It’s a supermoon.”

You looked up from under the umbrella at the full moon above you, looking larger than you’d ever seen it. It was a breathtaking sight, glowing like a pearl in the sky.

“Wow, it’s so pretty. I’ve never seen the moon look so big before,” you said, taking it in. 

“I thought it would be nice for us to look at it together alone like this. I knew no one would be around because of the rain.”

“I love it,” you replied, giving your husband a kiss on the lips. He was always so sweet and thoughtful and romantic, and you knew how lucky you were that he thought of things like this. The two of you sat down on a nearby bench. Thankfully your raincoats were long enough that you didn’t need to worry about the seat of your clothes getting wet. You and Baekhyun sat together looking at the moon and chatting. Your husband was cracking his usual jokes and making you giggle as he always did. 

The two of you sitting together under the moonlight alone was the perfect end to a stressful week at work. You leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed, closing your eyes and savoring the moment. He put his arm around your shoulders.

“What are you thinking?”

“I just hope we can always be like this. That we can have sweet moments like this. And that our relationship doesn’t devolve into us taking each other for granted and getting bored and annoyed with each other.”

Baekhyun smiled to himself and squeezed your hand gently. “I’ll try my best to make sure that that never happens.” You smiled, knowing that that was the best he could give you.

“Let’s go home,” he said, giving you a slight nudge.

The pair of you stood up and began the short walk home, hand in hand. It was raining less now, but still enough that you had to keep the umbrella up. You could feel your want for each other becoming stronger and stronger. You couldn’t wait to get home so that you could devour each other. All you could think about was when you were going to be able to get into your apartment so that you could finally be with him truly alone.

As soon as Baekhyun closed the door to your apartment, he pushed you against it and kissed you deeply, his wet hands in your hair. You grabbed him by the lapel of his coat and pulled him into you, wanting to absorb him completely. He began pulling at your clothes while still attached to your mouth, pulling up your skirt so that it was now bunching around your waist. He pulled your panties down and you stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

“Are you really going to fuck me against the door? What if someone’s in the hallway?”

“Let them hear,” Baekhyun replied dismissively, his lust for you too palpable to manage. “Turn around.”

You did so, putting your hands on the door and pushing your ass out. You heard Baekhyun unzip his pants and push his hard cock into you. You were already wet and ready for him and you moaned as he thrust himself all the way in. 

“Baekhyun…” you breathed, arching your back. He began fucking you quickly, as though he’d wanted you forever and couldn’t hold himself back. 

“You’re so fucking pretty. Were you always so pretty or is it just for me?” he said, putting his hand in your hair while the other one was pressed against the door. He was hungry for you, starved, his ravenous lips attaching themselves to your damp neck, sucking and biting, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to leave goosebumps all over your body.

“Don’t leave any marks,” you managed to say, even though your head was spinning with desire. He just felt so good inside you and you moaned out as he moved his hand over your body and onto your breast, squeezing it in annoyance.

“Why not?” He was irritated, slowing down a little, but you knew he’d never go against your wishes.

“I suck at covering up hickies,” you reminded him. “And I can’t go to work like that. You know this.”

He grumbled but didn’t argue. The two of you remembered the last time Baekhyun had covered your neck in hickies and the way you had desperately tried and failed to conceal them with makeup the next morning and instead ended up wearing scarves and turtlenecks to work for the subsequent two weeks in the middle of the a heatwave.

Baekhyun grabbed your hips and pushed into you even harder and deeper. You could feel his cock so so close to hitting your cervix. 

“Fuck Baekhyun,” you moaned, “It feels good.”

“Yeah?” He said, building up a rhythm again. “I bet it fucking does.” He was thrusting in and out of you, his hips finding a perfect tempo to match yours. The moans escaping your mouth were getting louder and louder and you knew that if someone was standing in the hallway, they would definitely be able to hear you. “God I’ve wanted you so bad. I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”

“Me too. I’ve been at work so desperate for your cock. I’ve been making mistakes because I can barely think of anything else.”

That seemed to excite Baekhyun as he sped up his pace. “Yeah? Good. I like you like that. Being my desperate little cock slut.”

“You’re gonna make me cum, Baek,” you said, letting out another moan. You were close, your body filling up with that familiar heat that it always did when you were on the edge.

“Fuck… Me too,” Baekhyun let out a low growl, “I’m so close to cumming inside this pussy… And getting you pregnant.”

You paused for a second, surprised by his words. Baekhyun had never said anything even remotely close to that before. It wasn’t his usual flavor of dirty talk but you certainly didn’t dislike it. You had an IUD implanted so you weren’t scared of actually getting pregnant but the thought of it was thrilling.

“Yes, Baekhyunnie, fill me up, please. I want it.”

“You want it? You want my baby? You want me to fuck this pussy full of my cum?” He said, his breath hot on your neck. “I’ll fill you up so much that you’ll get pregnant for sure.”

“Please, yes… Yes…” you could feel yourself tipping over the edge and plunging into your orgasm, going weak in the knees as Baekhyun continued pounding your cunt. He gripped your hips hard enough that you were sure there would be finger marks there in the morning and he released himself deep inside of you.

The two of you collapsed onto the floor in a messy pile of limbs intertwined in each other. You giggled as you nuzzled into Baekhyun’s neck.

“So that was new. You have something you wanna share with me?”

Baekhyun shrugged and smiled that mischievous smile that you knew so well. He wrapped his arm around you tighter, placing a kiss on your forehead. “It’s just something I think about sometimes.”

“Having a baby?”

“Yeah. What do you think about that? We’re married. Why not?” Baekhyun asked, the earnestness in his tone endearing him to you even more, if that was even possible.

“Hmm,”  you said. You couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“Come on. Someone needs to get the Korean birth rate up anyway. We’d be doing it for the good of the country,” he joked.

You laughed. “Someday, definitely. Soon,” you replied. Truthfully, you hadn’t thought about it much but thinking now of having a little mini amalgamation of you and Baekhyun running around was too adorable to resist.

Baekhyun smiled, seemingly relieved. “Good. Now let’s get in the shower and get you cleaned up, baby.”