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mybiasisexo · 3 months

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Hii can you do 30 and 22 with Baekhyun? Thank you 🤗

Situationship 🏰

Genre: angst Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.9k Warnings: language | not explicit but smut

a/n: I was having the hardest time coming up with a plot for this one and then the song Oranges by Kenya Grace came on and boom this came to me~! At this rate my drabbles are just gonna be over 1k 🙄. tysm for the request and I hope its not too angsty 😊

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If you were to ask yourself if you were a terrible person, you’d tell yourself no without any hesitation.

Except when it came to Byun Baekhyun.

He’s a nice guy. A good guy.

And maybe that was the reason why you treated him the way you did.

And that’s what made you a terrible person.

There wasn’t an ounce of surprise on his features when he opened the door to his apartment and saw you on the other side, leaning against the wall. You showed up often enough—usually when you were horny or in need of some comfort. He never turned you away, and tonight was no different.

He grinned at you, the action full of relief, and opened the door wider—an invitation. Never breaking eye contact, you pushed yourself off the wall, sauntering your way toward him. Instead of entering, you reached out to hold his waist with one hand, your other going to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a provocative kiss that gave away your intent for the night. A moan left his mouth as your tongue entered it. Never breaking the kiss, you dragged him deeper into his home, barely giving him time to close the door.

Baekhyun was an amazing lover, the best you’d ever had. It was what kept you coming back. And some days, much like this night, he became so aggressive. It felt like he was punishing you, slamming all the frustrations he carried for the situation into you, forcing you to feel it—to feel him. It drove you crazy. It would have you clawing desperately at his back, legs dangling in the air. You had no doubt the neighbors groaned with irritation when he became like this. What with the constant banging of his bedframe against the wall, his name leaving your swollen lips in screams. Yeah, they probably despised you both.

When he was done with you, you were left violently shaking, struggling to remember where you were, what your name was. All you knew in those moments was him, and the insurmountable pleasure waving throughout your body and soul. He fell beside you, drenched in sweat, swallowing as much air his pouty mouth could fill into his lungs, you would’ve thought he just got done running a marathon.

As you took him in, you noticed that bit of darkness caught in his stare—something you were worried you had given to him. Immediately, the lustful haze surrounding you dissipated and you began gnawing on your lip as the regret started to settle into your bones. You were well aware of what you were doing to him. You knew how he felt about you. Knew how much it pained him when you left. He always tried his best to hide it, to act like he was as content with this arrangement as you were, but it didn’t fool you. No. You knew that he wanted more from you, and you took advantage of it.

It never truly hit you until right after, the ramifications of your selfish actions. It made it hard to look at him, to see just how badly you were wrecking him.

That dark glint in his eyes lingered longer each time, you noticed. He would grow to resent you, wouldn’t he? One day. One day he would close the door on you, and find himself somebody who would return the love he craved. A nice person. Someone who suited him. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought.

Not being able to handle it much longer, you sat up with a sigh, rubbing your damp face. He watched you, but kept silent. Baekhyun knew the routine.

You were starting to shuffle off the mattress when you felt the tips of his fingers ghost down your exposed spine. You completely froze under his touch, your mind seeming to short circuit from the affectionate caress.

“Come lay back down,” he murmured, breaking your silence. His voice was uncharacteristically deep, unintentionally sultry, making you shiver at the prospect of another round.

He began moving when you didn’t. Shuffling around until he was curled behind you, his arms went around your waist as his lips left sweet tender kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he confessed breathlessly against your skin.

“Baekhyun….” That was enough to get you moving again. You shook him off, jumping from the bed in search for your panties. Once found, you put them on in a haste, eager to leave. Baekhyun was back to silently observing you, shoulders slumped in defeat.

But that darkness… it seemed to consume him, possessed him, making him grow bold.

“I can’t keep doing this, you know?” He told you, voice steel. “Letting you use me like this? It’s messed up.” He said your name and a chill ran down your spine at the lack of affection.

You ignored it, finding and slipping on your pants. “Well, you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”

“Because you keep coming over!” He exploded. His outburst echoed off the walls, made your shoulders bunch up to your ears. He was heaving, wide eyes pleading. “Why do you keep coming over?”

The question was ripped from his throat, a question he must have asked himself time and time again, the answer always alluding him. But, right now, he needed to know.

It was his ultimatum.

You blinked at him. Why did you keep coming over? Because you couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. You weren’t sure anymore if it was the guilt or…something else. Lately, it’d been worse, the urge to be with him. You liked the way you felt around him, liked listening to his voice, his jokes. Liked how unbearably sweet he could be, how invested in you he was. And not just your body, but your thoughts, your interests. That’s what really brought you here tonight. It wasn’t just the sex—although it was that too—it was, well, him. You just really wanted to see him.

But you couldn’t tell him that.

Emotions…terrified you. Getting close to people like that scared you shitless. You had tried once in the beginning, to be good for him, but you psyched yourself out. Once it started feeling too real you shut down on him, building walls and boarders around your heart to keep him out of it.

“What do you want to hear?” You asked, suddenly exhausted. “That you’re the best lay I’ve ever had? That you fuck me so good I keep coming back even though I know you’re in love with me? That I keep coming back because you’re in love with me? Does that satisfy you? Make you feel better?”

He silently fumed, hurt by your words. His face reddened with embarrassment and shame at your revelation.

“Does that make me the villain?” You continued, voice rising in anger and frustration. Why did he have to do this now? Why was he trying to ruin everything? “Sure, but you’re not innocent either! You’re using me too! You think I don’t know how you use our time together to play out your little fantasies, to pretend we’re something more?” H face grew an even darker shade of red. “You have to take some responsibility for your hurt. It’s not fair to put all the blame on me. I’m not completely heartless, Baekhyun. It makes me sick, knowing that I’m hurting you. Why do you think I always leave? Because the guilt is eating me up inside! And I know, okay? I know that I should end this, that it’s the right thing to do. For both of us. But…I’m selfish. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to have you. Just the thought of someone else touching you—"

You shuddered at the thought.

But then it hit you, what you just revealed. You took Baekhyun in warily, wondering how he would react to your slight confession. His face had cooled down some, took on more a pinkish hue, he studied the floor, his crumbled bed sheets, his fingers—anything but you. If he had heard your slip up, he didn’t mention it.

“I know that you don’t love me,” he revealed quietly. “That you can’t love me. I know that what we have is supposed to be purely physical. I thought I could handle it. Told myself that it was enough for me.” He drew in a large breath, running a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at the strands as he did. “But it’s not. I think I’m even more in love with you now.” He let out a humorless laugh. “But I’m selfish too. And if this is all that you can give me…then fuck it. I’m all in.”

Internally, you sighed. You didn’t see the appeal, didn’t see why he kept suffering just for a piece of your attention. It felt…cruel. You wanted him to stand up for himself. Wanted him to throw you out and tell you to never contact him again. Wanted him to love himself—to choose himself. Instead of choosing this slow torture.

“It’s not….” You swallowed thickly. “I’m not worth it, Baekhyun.”

He blinked at you. “You are to me. You’re one of the most important things in my life. I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

You shook your head, fighting with yourself. He loved you. He loved you so much he was willing to break himself, to give you any piece you wanted.

“I’m sorry I said anything. I was just….” He shook his head. “I just didn’t want you to leave yet.”

He searched you, looked for more hesitation, tested to see if he should say more or not.

“I know that you care for me. That you…that you have feelings for me too.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged. “’I don’t want anyone else to have you,’” he repeated your words earlier, chuckling when your eyes widened in shock. So, he had heard you.

The smile remained on his face, a shimmer of joy, of hope. He would latch onto that, keep it close, nurture it and see if it grew.

“I know you want to be with me also. That you don’t want to leave. So, just stay this time. Stay for me.”

You take him in, scrutinized him and saw no trace of pain or heartache. There was slight regret, probably from starting this argument in the first place, but mostly you only saw… love.

And for once you wanted to bask in it. You wanted him to hold you, to give into his dreams of having you. Maybe humoring him this time wouldn’t hurt? Maybe…this could be the start of something else. He had been so patient with you, and slowly you had been letting your guard down. You were still terrified, but not as badly as you had been.

“This could be a really bad idea,” you said, never taking your eyes off of him.

He agreed, nodding his head shallowly. “It is a bad idea. But I don’t care. Not when it comes to you.”

You take a step toward him, encouraged by his words, and he fought off a smile.

When you got to the edge of the bed, standing between his legs, you hold his head at his chin, brushing his bangs from his face.

“You’re important to me too,” you confessed. That brought out the smile he’d been fighting. You ran a finger down the side of his face. “I care about you.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay,” you said. Leaning down to kiss him again, this one slow, unrushed. A promise. A promise to try.

Because you realized, you were worth it. And Baekhyun was worth it too.

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jongbross · 7 months

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Helloooooo how are you?💓 May I ask for something? Baekhyun and s/o are friends + flirting with each other for a while. Someday baekhyun kiss her and she shocked because of happines but she cried saying "you stole my first kiss" some misunderstanding 🤣 fluffy things 🥺🥺🥺🥺

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 390 genre: fluffy and a bit of angst warnings: reader has never been kissed a/n: hi, anon! i'm fine, what about you? thank you for requesting, i hope you like it <3

baekhyun smiled brightly at you as he pulled back from the kiss. it was only a peck, but it meant more to him than he could explain.

his childish like smile faded slowly as he met your shocked eyes, lips parted as you stared back at him.

"are you okay?", baekhyun asked, voice filled with worry. "did i... did i hurt you?"

his confusion and concern turned into shock as well, as he watched your eyes get blurry with tears.

"y/n...", he called you, meaning to touch you but stopping mid-action. "what did i do? i-i'm sorry, i just..."

"you... you s-stole my first kiss?", you whispered at him, genuinely questioning as you couldn't believe that just happened.

baekhyun frowned, leaning towards you. "what?"

"y-you kissed me", you said, feeling a lonely tear running down your face. "you just stole my first kiss."

"oh my gosh... it was your first kiss?"

baekhyun freaked out when you nodded, covering his mouth with both hands.

"i'm so sorry! oh my god, i-i didn't know it!", he groaned. "please, forgive me, y/n... i would never do this if i knew that it was your first kiss, i mean, i guess i should have asked for your permission, right? shit, i'm sorry if i disrespected you, it wasn't my intention. w-we have been flirting for so long now and i thought that mayb-"

you grabbed baekhyun by his shirt suddenly, pulling him into you and crashing your lips on his once again. this time though, you allowed yourself to experience new things, letting baekhyun control the kiss and even go as far as enter your mouth with his tongue.

baekhyun grabbed your face, caressing your tears away, and holding you with such delicacy that warmed your heart. he took his time with you, only pulling away when he felt his lungs burning for air.

then, baekhyun rested his forehead against yours, sighing with a huge smile on his face.

"please, don't scare me like that again", he pleaded, making you laugh.

"i wasn't messing with you. it truly was my first kiss", you explained, cheeks blushing. "but i'm... i'm glad it was with you."

baekhyun smiled proudly at that. "i'm gonna give you years worth of kisses now, just watch me."

and with that, he kissed you again, and again, and again...

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Wait Up | Byun Baekhyun

5K Follower Series Ep. 26

Summary: Your shy boyfriend still won’t have sex with you – so you decide to seduce him.

Genre: Established relationship AU, smut

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Nudity, seduction, mentions of sex

Prompt: "Ew, no, don’t kiss me! You’re covered in paint!”

Gif: @exo-stentialism

“Baekhyun! Quick, come here!”

Baekhyun burst through the door. “What’s happened? Are you okay?”

His anxious eyes finally landed on you, naked in the bathtub. For a second, they widened, and a little of his usually perfect composure came undone. He loosened his collar as if in a daze, never looking away.

Baekhyun’s eyes were glued to your curves under the water. He could just make out your supple legs, and the soft arch of your tummy.

Then he quickly turned around to face the door, ears burning red. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that you weren’t wearing any… any…”

You giggled, gazing at Baekhyun’s broad shoulders. How you wished he would turn and face you…

“Did you finish your painting?” you asked.

“Oh yes, you won’t believe what I did with the brushwork-” Forgetting your nakedness, Baekhyun turned to look at you in excitement. Then, cupping his eyes with one hand, he spun back around.

“That’s great.” Baekhyun cleared his throat, staring at the wall. “Is that why you… um, called me in here? To ask me that?”

You shook your head, smiling. “No, baby. I asked you in here because I need your help. But I need you to turn around first.”

Hands shading his eyes and gaze downwards, Baekhyun turned around.

Slowly, you stood.

Water droplets cascaded down your naked body.

You gently moved his hands away from his face, meeting his eyes in a deep smoulder.

Baekhyun slapped his hands back over his eyes.

His voice was thick. “Y/n, you know how I feel about… sex.”

You feigned innocence, your voice wilting with exhaustion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not trying to seduce you… I’ve just been working all day and my arms ache - and I’m so very wet…”

Baekhyun bit his plump lip. He couldn’t resist helping you when you were in need – he was too devoted. “Okay.” He reached out blindly for the towel. “But I’m keeping my eyes shut.”

Baekhyun plonked the towel on top of your head. He started drying your hair, nearly poking your eye out in the process.

“Ow! You’re making me nearly blind!”

Baekhyun pulled the towel down and rubbed your arms. You watched his face as he dried your arms softly. His rose petal eyelids were closed, but that only accentuated the length of his thick lashes.

You longed to press your lips against his sharp jaw, and give him as much pleasure as even the thought of him did for you. But you didn’t want to scare him off.

“Baek, my arms are dry enough. But… my chest is dripping wet.”

He made a strangled sound in his throat. Whether it was from surprise or desire, you didn’t know. The muscles in his arm flexing, he inched the towel lower, to your chest.

You shuddered in pleasure – at the sweet friction of the towel brushing against your nipples, at his tall, lean body standing just inches from your naked one. Even if his eyes were closed, you were in heaven.

Too soon, Baekhyun pulled his hands away. “All done.” His voice was a sigh of relief. He was pressing his hand against his forehead and neck as if the room was burning hot. “I’m leaving now.”

A tiny smile curled your lips.

He’d forgotten one thing.

“Baekhyun…” you whispered. “My legs – they’re still dripping wet.”

Groaning like man asked to walk through fire without getting burnt, Baekhyun sank to his knees in front of you. He started to rub the towel across your feet and calves.

You were unable to hold in your smile as you watched him.

Baekhyun moved the towel higher, over your knees, then a little higher, across your thighs. He inched it up further, so close to the place where you really wanted him to touch you.

You bit your lip, nerves dancing in anticipation. Baekhyun’s long fingers were so close to the place he’d never touched before, to the place you were dying for him to sink into.

But just when he was inches away, he stood up abruptly. Neatly, he folded the towel, placed it on the counter, and turned away without looking at you.

“You should be alright now. I’m going.”

“Baekhyun!” you whispered, clutching the towel to your chest. “Am I so disgusting that you can’t even look at me?”

Baekhyun stared at you, mouth agape.

“We’ve been together for a year. Do you know how it feels… when even your own boyfriend won’t fuck you?”

You hadn’t even realised that you’d started to cry.

Baekhyun brushed the tears from your cheek with such tenderness. You leant your cheek into his palm, hating yourself for still being so affected by his touch.

“I don’t find you disgusting, Y/n.” Baekhyun whispered. “You push my world off its axis, Y/n. I can’t look at you because I’m afraid I… won’t be able to hold myself back.”

You gasped. “Why are you holding back?”

Baekhyun squeezed his eyes closed. “It’s because I’m… afraid I won’t be able to… to…”

“To what?”

Baekhyun smiled sadly. “to… k-keep it up. My ex… said some cruel things about my body. Ever since then, I haven’t been able to… perform. I didn’t want to ruin sex for you, I didn’t want you to think that I’m not attracted to you, because I am.” He sucked in a breath, and longing shimmered darkly in his eyes. “Believe me, I am.”

“Baekhyun, I-”

“I didn’t want you to think less of me,” he sighed.

“I don’t. I’m just so happy you shared it with me.”

Baekhyun’s eyes lit up for the first time all day. “I feel much better now that I’ve told you.”

You pulled him in for a hug, wrapping your hands around his broad shoulders. The hug was intimate, special, like you’d reached a new level of your relationship.

Baekhyun leant towards your lips, eyes falling shut. But before he could kiss you, you pressed your finger to his mouth.

“Ew no, don’t kiss me, you’re covered in paint!” You gigged.

Baekhyun looked down at his own paint splattered T shirt and started to laugh. “I completely forgot I was painting today.”

You smirked. “The sight of a naked girl will do that to you.”

Baekhyun pulled you close. “You’re so right.”

“When do you think you’ll want to… you know?” You bit your lip, suddenly too embarrassed to meet his eye.

Baekhyun lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your palm. “Just a little while longer.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. What’s a little longer when we have forever?”

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iridescentxstars · 2 years

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demon!ceo!baekhyun x secretary!fem!reader || marking + body worship/praise — @byunparklimchoi || wc: 520~

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

You couldn't resist him when Baekhyun called you into his office to go over some financial reports. You never could. Not that you really tried because why would you? If your extremely attractive boss who seems to know how to have your body melting at his fingertips asks you to sit on his lap, why would you bother saying no?

You wouldn't so that's how you ended up straddling his lap on his couch while he left the darkest marks on your neck.

"You'll have to wear something to cover these up," he chuckles, his hands tracing over your body before unbuttoning your blouse.

"Do you really want me to cover them up?" You sigh, his lips attaching to the top of your breasts and nipping at them softly.

Baekhyun hums, shaking his head before pulling your bra down so that your breasts pop out. His fingers play with your nipples, sending shockwaves through your body that are amplified by his aphrodisiac touch. It really amazed you that your boss was a demon, it made sense considering how easily he could charm an entire boardroom but you used to think it was a joke.

Until now.

He was unassuming, attractive but nothing too extreme and he was great with his words but you could almost place that down to having a charismatic personality. There is nothing demonic about him until you see the way his eyes turn black when making deals with other CEOs and how he manages to always win whatever he's going for or how his touch brings out something inside you that makes it hard to please.

Almost like he's driving you insane.

"You are so beautiful like this," Baekhyun traces his fingers down your spine as he goes to undo your bra and have you shirtless on top of him. You're grinding on his clothed cock, feeling him twitch underneath you while he takes his time worshipping your body. Driving you insane. "You always look like you belong on my lap, a throne for you to sit on." His hands caress your sides, lips kissing along your shoulders and then up your neck. "I can't get enough of you," he whispers into your ear.

You giggle, you can't help it. Even if Baekhyun always does this, always uses his words to have you melt against him, uses his touch to fuel the need you feel for him and leaves you nearly begging for him - you can't help how pliable you always are for him.

"You'd look so pretty riding me, wouldn't you? I can see all of your beauty if you rode me like this." You nod, rising higher on your knees so that Baekhyun could unleash his length from the confines of his pants. "Such a good girl," he praises you before guiding you down. "Such a good girl for me." He smiles, watching your lips part as you take all of him into your wet core.

This is the best job you've ever had. Nobody could argue that. A boss who appreciated you and worshipped you - even though you are his secretary - who wouldn't want that?

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biaswreckingfics · 1 year

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Prompt request please and thank you 🫶🏽

Surprise #99 & 109 featuring my only current and always bias… Baekhyun

Baekhyun + Suggestive -love you for requesting my man lol but also just ❤️ you-

(There's only one bed. + This. Never. Happened.)

Baekhyun and you have been on and off for years. Sometimes you were madly in love, other times you wanted to kill each other. It got to the point where the people around you swore they would stop talking to you if you ever got back together again, but the issue is that you share the same friend group. You see and are around each other constantly. There's no way to avoid each other. Especially not this weekend.

Your friends had planned a short trip while you and Baekhyun were still very much "on". When it was time for the trip, you both swore to your friends that you could behave. That you could share the room you rented without fighting or fucking each other. It'd be easy! Besides, the group planned on being out and about the whole day so the time you spent in the room would be limited.

That is your thought process until Baekhyun pushes the key into the door and swings it open. You both stand out in the hallway and stare into the room. That "Oh shit" moment hits you like a freight train.

"There's only one bed," you meekly say.

"No." Baekhyun charges into the room and starts looking around like he'll find a hidden bed in the bathroom or something. "No, this can't be happening."

You push your luggage inside and close the door behind you so your friends don't pick up on the issue. You face Baekhyun and get his attention.

"Hey, this is fine. We are two adults, and we can handle sharing a bed for two nights. Okay?"

His eyes meet yours and he slowly nods. "Okay… yeah… Yeah, we've totally got this."

"We'll just make sure that everyone stays away from our room, while also making sure that we get along."

Baekhyun nods along before a weird look crosses his face. "Fuck. I forgot how sexy you are when you take charge."

His words heat your body and you take a deep breath. No. You can do this. You are stronger than your libido.

Clearing your throat, you say, "We can do this, Baekhyun. We can sleep in the same bed without acting like a couple of animals."

You close your eyes when you realize you've just reminded both of you of how wild the two of you can get together. When your mind replays your past trysts on a loop, you let out your own curse words. This isn't going to end well.

"We've got this," Baekhyun says to remind you.

When you nod and finally open your eyes, the heat in Baekhyun's stare confirms that neither of you has this. You're going to be on each other before you can stop it, and you quickly realize that you don't even want to do that.

"We don't have this," you whisper and Baekhyun shakes his head.

"Not at all."

The two of you come together as fast as your legs can carry you. Your lips clash together while your hands touch everything they can. The taste of him is so damn addicting, and you never want to stop being with him. You want to be lost in Baekhyun forever, but you know that it's fruitless.

You pull away long enough to say, "This. Never. Happened."

Baekhyun nods before pulling you back to him and then directing you toward the single bed.

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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“Take it back” - Baekhyun

You and Baekhyun were sat on the sofa together, doing not much of anything and enjoying each other's company when his tummy started rumbling. He whined and slid down on the sofa.

"I want japchae," he complained.

"You know where the kitchen is," you pointed out.

"I'm too lazy," he continued to moan.

"Well, you're nearly off the sofa already," you joked.

In response he slid further down until he was laying on the floor.

"Getting up is too much effort," mumbled your pouting boyfriend. "I'm too hungry to move."

"Then you should have made food sooner, shouldn't you?"

He just lay he was and kept groaning.

"See, this is why D.O's my bias."

"Yah!" he shouted, sitting up abruptly.

"That made you move," you quipped.

"Take it back," he pouted.

"But you're annoying," you continued teasing.

Finally, Baekhyun stood up and began tickling you, eventually lying on top of you on the sofa.

"Take. It. Back," he requested between tickle assaults.

"Ok, ok, fine!" you managed to breathe out among the squeals and giggles leaving you.

"Who's your Exo bias?"

"You, Baekhyun," you told him.

"And your SuperM bias?"

"Taemin," you grinned.

As you'd expected your boyfriend proceeded to squeeze your waist making you squirm again.

"Who's your SuperM bias?" he asked again.

"Baekhyun."

"Thank you," he told you with a cheeky grin, before simply collapsing against your chest.

"Hey, Baek," you said after a moments calm and quiet.

He hummed to let you know he was listening.

"Wanna go out for food? You can get japchae without having to cook."

"Good idea," he agreed, staying laid on you for a moment longer before eventually getting up and offering you his hand.

You gratefully took it, letting him pull you to your feet so that the pair of you could get ready to head out for dinner.

NAVIGATION | EXO MASTERLIST | SUPERM MASTERLIST

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chicken-fifi · 9 months

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Artist: Baekhyun (EXO)

Title: Jungle Gym

Prompt: day at the park

Requested by: anon

Tagging: @writingstuffandmore

Baekhyun slumped into the open spot on the bench next to you, turning his head to look at your direction, exhaustion written all over his face, he smiled softly. You were holding the youngest of your two children, six month old Joonsoo, the only son who was a carbon copy of his father, as he slept.

“I hope he has your calm personality,” he whispered, peering over at the sleeping baby. “Joonhee may look identical to you but has double my energy.”

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. While your oldest was your splitting image, she took after her father in seemingly every other aspect.

“At least she’ll be sleeping well tonight,” you commented looking up and seeing your daughter coming down a slide before running back for another turn. She stopped before climbing onto the slide, turning and heading to the edge of the jungle gym, reaching up to the monkey bars, connecting it to another jungle gym. Unfortunately, she wasn’t tall enough to reach. “I think you’re gonna have to help her use those.”

He looked up just in time to see her turn to look at the two of you, calling out for help.

“Round two here we go,” he said, rising from the bench and rushing over, lifting her up and holding her as she crossed the monkey bars, cheering when she was able to do the last few bars on her.

#event #event masterlist #july follower event #july event masterlist #kpop #kpop drabbles #exo #exo drabbles #exo baekhyun #exo byun baekhyun #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun drabbles #byun baekhyun drabbles

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kanrojicannoli · 10 months

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Hi!! Can i request 13 + 8 + 6 + 9 with baekhyun please! 🤍🤍🤍

of course also thank you for the first submission anon, have an amazing morning/ day/ or night!!!

6."how would your fans feel if they knew you did this"

8."why did you bite me" "i saw a snack" "k*ll yourself"

9."i wouldnt mind being revealed"

13."i love that hair color on you"

AS I STOOD ADMIRING MYSELF IN MY OUTFIT BEFORE I HAD to go out on stage, nimble hands threaded themselves through my hair, causing me to relax in the familiar touch of my lover

as i leaned my head back until it touched his chest to see his face more clearly only then did i realize that he had no schedule today and thus didn't have to be here

i zoned out as my heart swelled at the idea of him coming all this way himself just to see me "i love that hair color on you"his hands that have grown thick over the years moved to caress my face as i muttered a thank you and leaned into his touch

i moved my own hand to touch his own and smiled as he brought my hand up to his lips anticipating a kiss that would never come, because he held my hand to his lips and bit down

i jumped out of my chair after pulling my hand back and frowned at the fact he had the audacity to bite me "why did you bite me" a smirk graced his features as i watched him move back closer to me "i saw a snack"

my face deadpanned at his answer and i rolled my eyes as i said the first thing that came to mind "k*ll yourself" i shook my head at his shocked features and told him i was just kidding which caused him to whine and talk about how "i was evil and mean for saying that to him cause he bit me out of love"

"how would your fans feel if they knew you did this" i watched as my lover held his hands to his heart and i raised my brow in challenge "what exactly" he got down on his knees still clutching his heart and exclaimed "broke my heart"

i shrugged and bit back a laugh at his antics "i dont know laugh?" baekhyun rolled his eyes and dusted his knees off as he stood up "youre lucky i love you" "no youre lucky i love you hon"

#kanrojicannoli (🍓)#baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #byun baekhyun #byun baekhyun drabbles #baekhyun drabbles #baekhyun fluff #exo x reader #exo x you #exo x y/n #exo drabble #exo fluff

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peachesvanilla · 1 year

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Superhero & villain

characters: Baekhyun, Jongin (not a couple)

genre: superhero au, villain au, feeble attempt at comedy

warnings: none(?)

inspiration: seen a list of prompts on pinterest and remixed some of them resulting in this

Jongin sits on the sofa watching the rerun of an evening korean drama. His hand clasped on his mouth at the scenes unfolding before him. “How can she be his daughter? DNA test! DNA test! Don’t believe that evil girl.”

“If you are done,” Baekhyun, his enemy and the nation’s hero, fidgets in his seat next to his. Dressed to the nines in his graceful red and black suit with a B marked in the middle of his chest. “I want to talk to you.”

Jongin in his pink pajamas glares at the man, “do I look like I am done? The episode started just now. I missed yesterday’s episode because of you and your heroic feats. Made me work late on my plans and accidentally made me blow up a building.” He huffs. “And it is my favorite mall. It has these super cool animated dresses. Now where do I have to go shopping?”

Baekhyun grits his teeth, light glowering off his back forming a halo. The lights around Jongin flicker, making him roll his eyes. “Stop playing role of a technician, Mr. Superhero. I am watching a drama, I can still blow you up, mind you that you are in my area.”

The flicker of lights pauses, and the halo disappears. “Sorry.” He runs his hand through his wet hair and sighs.

Jongin catches the wet droplets falling on his expensive carpet. “Didn’t blow dry your hair?”

“Didn’t have much time,” he replies, “that guy already started damaging half of the city.” He points his thumb at his shoulder towards the glass floor to ceiling windows.

A huge robot is smashing its way through the skyscrapers, in between howling in robotic voices. Jongin clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disappointment. “He could at least paint the huge scrap of his, what are these villains thinking?” He stares at his ceiling for five minutes, “maybe I should start a crash course on how to be a villain.”

“If you are done, I really need your help.” Baekhyun’s face contorts in pain asking for help. “Please, Jongin.”

Jongin blows on his nails, humming. “Overtime. That too helping a hero. It may tarnish my precious reputation.”

“I thought you enjoyed being one and only villain. Now that guy is taking away all the attention.” Baekhyun leans in, his cape flying. “Believe me no one is talking about your heist. Junmyeon is trending on twitter. No single tweet about you.”

Jongin gasps. “NOOOOO.”

“But,” Baekhyun is now whispering, “if you join me in fighting that guy, you will trend, and if you want we can have a fake fight this sunday. I’ll take one or two hits. Think about it.”

The lead on the drama has magically brought out the DNA reports and slams it on the evil woman. Jongin clicks his nails together. “I should be the only one.”

“Yes.”

Jongin turns to the huge robot missing the swing to collapse the building. He winces. “So, fight on sunday? You and me?”

Baekhyun beams, the lights in his house shining brighter. “Of course.”

“I am going to win. Not you.”

“But–”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Fine!”

“Lemme get ready.” He jumps to his feet, excitedly teleporting to his dressing room. “What should I wear?”

“We don’t have time!” Baekhyun screams.

“Noisy.” Jongin trails his hand across the colorful suits. “Since we are a team today, should I wear red?”

“I can’t deal with–”

“There's a blow dryer on my dressing table and stop spilling on my precious carpet.”

“Ah.” Baekhyun sits on the chair turning on the dryer. “It is irritating me a bit too honestly. I have a date you know. But I am here with you.”

“Sucks to be a hero.” Jongin gets into a bright red suit and checks himself in the mirror. “Ooh, the gym is paying off in the end.”

“Your ass looks great.” Baekhyun comments.

“I know!” Jongin grins. “What if your date chooses me after today’s fight?”

“Don’t push it.”

Baekhyun and Jongin stand on the terrace of Jongin’s building after an hour of bickering. “Why do you need me for this crap?” He shields his face from the burning sun. “Today is hot. Can’t you choose another day?”

“Shut up.” Baekhyun’s cheeks pinks. “He does some weird stuff when I go to him. Something out of my knowledge.”

“Stuff like?”

“Shoots some beams making my power weak.”

“But its a metal thing. There will be a button, you just need to switch it off. Or if you smash the power supply—” Jongin pauses, “don’t tell me you don’t even know that.”

“Shut up.”

“That’s why you need to study.” Jongin shakes his head, “come to me at seven in the evening. I’ll tutor you for an hour.” He grumbles under his breath, “and he is saving people’s lives with that half ass knowledge. I don’t know.”

“Shut up. I’m going to hit you.”

“You wish.”

#jongin #jongin fanfic #baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #jongin drabbles #drabbles #baekhyun drabbles #kai #kai fanfic #exo #exo fanfic

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mybiasisexo · 3 months

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41 and baekhyun pls and thank you!! 💙

Cute 👓

Genre: fluff Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.2k Warnings: Sexual Implications

a/n: ngl this is just me writing down a fantasy. it is what it is lol

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

It’s the end of a long day, and you’re ready to relax and spend some quality time with your boyfriend, Baekhyun. He’s already sitting on the couch when you enter the living room. Watching whatever show he put on for you to mindlessly watch. The first thing you notice as you approach is his hair. He finished his nighttime routine before you, so it’s still damp from his early shower. He didn’t bother messing with it, so it is now drying at odd angles. His body is fitted with a silky blue pajama set, and on his face is a pair of chunky glasses.

He looks like a child, and you have to physically hold your lips together to stop the cooing threatening to come out from his presence.

He spots you and smiles. He always smiles like that when you join his side, no matter where you are, and it makes your heart melt. “Hey, Baby.”

His voice is gentle, comforting. The tone deeper because of it. It drives you crazy, and he’s probably aware of that, but his intentions aren’t to arouse.

That being said, he draws his arms back, a wordless invitation you’re too eager to oblige.

You crawl into his lap, sitting sideways so that your back leans against the armrest and your legs drape over his thighs. He closes his arms around you, one going around your back, the other resting on one of your exposed knees.

He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before giving his attention back to the show playing. You find his profile more entertaining. He can definitely feel your wandering stare, but ignores it, getting back into the show.

Your gaze is hard to ignore completely though, and the skin on his face tints pink under your stare.

You lift a hand to the back of his head, untangling his light-colored locks, fixing the mess he has going on back there. When he’s presentable again, you start combing your fingernails over his scalp. The action has him purring like a cat, his head leaning more into your touch.

You can’t help but smile at him, continuing the movement for a bit longer. You pull your hand away eventually and he groans in disappointment.

“Those glasses make you look so cute,” you finally say, your voice lilting like you’re talking to a baby. The compliment makes him drop his head to try to hide the pleased smile on his little lips.

“You think so?” he asks softly.

You hum in agreeance. “You should wear them more often.”

He lifts his head back up to look at you, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Maybe I will.”

“So that I can gush about how cute my boyfriend is?” You question.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, turning back to the television, playing off the affect your words have on him. You can tell he can’t get back into the show, that you’ve completely distracted him, by the way he’s blinking. His cheeks and neck bloom a lovely red, and you think you’re going to explode with how endearing he is.

You can’t help but poke his cheek. “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”

“Yah,” he whines, pulling away from your touch.

You chuckle and lean in more. “What’s wrong?” You feign concern.

He cuts his eyes to you. “Stop calling me cute.”

You gasp dramatically. “But how can I not? With your cute little glasses? And your cute little pout?”

“I’m not pouting,” he denies, bottom lip gutting further out. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be cute.”

“Oh?” You reposition yourself, sliding your legs over his so that you’re straddling him. He falls back onto the couch, hands instantly going to your hips, squeezing them gently.

You cup his face, holding it so that he can’t avoid your gaze.

“That’s too bad,” you purr. “Because you’re my cute baby. My pretty boy.”

A grunt leaves those red lips of his and you feel him twitch underneath you. “Why did I kind of like that?” He mutters to himself.

A sly grin grows on your face that he notices with slight fear in those shiny eyes of his.

“I know you did,” you whisper. Slowly, you close the distance between you both, brushing your nose and lips against his. “I felt you.”

He gulps. Rarely do you take a dominate role in your relationship. Actually, this is the first time. Baekhyun’s a bit overwhelmed by the role reversal. His eyebrows are raised in surprise, his breathing becoming more ragged with anticipation.

You tease him a bit more, rubbing his lips with your own, the tip of your tongue curling over the sweet flesh. You finally kiss him when you feel his body shaking with need. It’s sultry and slightly vulgar. All teeth and tongue, languidly twirling together. There is no rush, no pressure for anything more even though you both know that’s where this is leading to, especially with him growing more turned on with every swipe of your wet muscle.

He pulls away suddenly, holding you back as he falls into the couch again. His features have grown mischievous as he takes in the way your pupils have blown out.

“You should reward me,” he says with his now husky voice. “For being so cute.”

“A reward?” You repeat and he nods. You play along, tilting your head curiously. “And how exactly should I do that?”

“I can think of a few things,” he pushes, pulling your hips forward to grind against the hard bulge in his pajama bottoms.

The action draws a moan from him, and you bite your lip. “I do need to hear more of those pretty moans leave your mouth.”

“Yeah?” He lets out in a breath. You’ve started trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, his chest. Unbuttoning his shirt to continue your journey south, consuming every inch revealed to you. You slide down to your knees, and lean up at him between his legs. He takes you in hungrily, loving this view more than you’ll ever know. Little does he know, you do too. You lean against his knee as you lose yourself in the art he is. That pouty mouth of his has fallen open as he struggles to breath, his exposed chest slightly heaving, those glasses that are the reason you’re here in the first place askew on his nose.

Your man is cute, indeed.

“What?” He asks, grinning self-consciously as you continue to stare at him.

You shake your head, both as an answer for him as well as clearing your head. “I love you is all.”

A new layer of blush coats his face, but he doesn’t avert his gaze like had been doing before. Instead, he bends down so that your faces are level, and lifts up your chin with his finger. “I love you too.”

He gives you a quick kiss and leans against the couch again, expectantly. There is nothing ‘cute’ about him any longer, even with the crooked glasses. No. Now he only exudes manliness. His shoulders suddenly broader, the features of his blushless face sharper with lust, the silent demand in his glittery eyes causing saliva to flood your mouth. You fight the urge to swallow, knowing you’ll be making good use of it.

Not wasting any more time, you go for the band of his pajamas.

His quiet groans fill the room as his head falls against the couch, his back arching as you give him the reward he deserves.

And, god, is it cute.

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hugs2doie · 8 months

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now playing — amusement park by baekhyun

“shall we go to the ferris wheel or would you like the roller coaster better?” haechan asked as you two walked towards the entrance of the amusement park, hand in hand.

amusement park dates were your favorite; you and haechan came here once in a while to completely be carefree just a few moments and enjoy each others’ presence.

“roller coaster? then the ferris wheel.” and so you did.

“baby let’s get ice cream!” haechan said excitedly when he saw an ice cream stand that was close to an empty bench, after you two hopped off the ferris wheel. “what flavor would you like?”

after you both got your ice creams, you sat down on the bed and begun talking about life, well, mostly you went on a rant, (and it was kinda weird cause it’s always haechan who does that.) while haechan listened to every word you said while keeping eye-contacts with you, as he spoke here and there.

“we need to go to the haunted house!” haechan said after you both were done with your ice creams & with talking. “you sure? i think you’re gonna get a little scared there, no?” you playfully said, but you knew it was true.

haechan being the one with his ego touching a skyscraper, didn’t even hesitate to reply. “me?! you gotta watch out for yourself, you’ll be clinging to me the whole time.” he scoffed and said confidently.

so here you one again, hand in hand, inside the haunted house, one clinging to another and oh! would you look at that? it’s haechan clinging onto you and screaming on top of his lungs! surprise. but it was fun so you enjoyed it. (especially when you two went to the merry-go-round, and you got a forehead kiss from him.)

but honestly, no matter how much rides you went on, how much ice cream you ate, how much haunted houses you got jumpscared on, haechan was there, you enjoyed everything you did with him, he lit up your world so easily,

haechan is your amusement park.

#i wanted to makw this into a full fic goodbye #cmon i obv had to use a baekhyun song like thats HIS fathwr #nct #nct headcanons #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream x reader #nct dream haechan #haechan fluff #nct haechan #haechan imagines #haechan x reader #haechan scenarios #haechan drabbles

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doiefics · 10 months

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work can wait for other days

pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader

prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster

genre: gangster!baekhyun + established relationship!au + fluff + crack

wordcount: 1,000

warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence

It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.

They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.

You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it.

For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.

As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.

However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.

It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.

Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive.

An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.

Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings.

"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males.

Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.

"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action.

He sighed. Dramatically.

"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.

Okay, now that was unnecessary.

The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.

"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here.

"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work.

"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.

He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.

"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.

To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough.

"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.

"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.

"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.

"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"

"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.

"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless.

"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.

"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.

"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much.

"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.

"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow.

"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.

"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.

"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.

Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.

"Maybe work can wait for some other day."

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iridescentxstars · 2 years

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tentacle monster!baekhyun x fem!reader || bondage + body worship — anon || wc: 340~

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

He had you tied, holding you down on the bed with four tentacles coming from his back while another tentacle caressed your body. You're a little ticklish, the smaller tentacle managing to tease over your sweet spots as well as every other sensitive part of your body so as he tries to worship you, you giggle.

"You sound so pretty," he climbs onto the bed and another tentacle joins the other to move over your body while he hovers over you. "You look so gorgeous like this, I could map every inch of your body until I'm familiar with it and it still wouldn't be enough."

Baekhyun's lips kiss down your torso, attaching to one of your erect nipples while a tentacle attaches to the other, sucking in time with him. You stop giggling and moan instead, especially because a tentacle slips between your spread legs and teases your most intimate - and ignored - parts.

He's taking his time, wanting to worship and adore you, wanting you to know just how much he loves your body because he never wants you to say a bad thing about yourself ever again.

"My most beautiful human," he whispers as another tentacle replaces his lips so that he's free to carry on down your body. "With a body like yours, why would I ever dream of having anyone else?" Baekhyun kisses your navel and then moves down to watch as his small tentacle plays with your cunt.

It's not penetrating you, no, like every other tentacle that is touching your body, it's basically playing with you. He's teasing you, preparing you for what's to come because he told you that when he does take you... you'll never want anyone again.

"Are you ready for me?" Baekhyun hums as his finger dips into your core, "not yet." He doesn't sound disappointed, in fact, by the way another tentacle comes to join in the exploration of your pussy, he sounds excited. "You will be soon, you will and this body will be mine. Mine to cherish every day."

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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So I've been thinking, Baekhyun - Surprise/Misc

101. Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?

Thank you for all the drabble you've been doing, I love them all ❤️

Detective!Baekhyun + Fluff? -I tried something new with this drabble and I hope you enjoy it!! Also, Baekhyun!! 🥺-

(Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?)

Acting as inconspicuous as possible, you and Baekhyun follow the suspect as close as you're willing to get. He's about half a block ahead of you, but he's nervous and paranoid, which makes him a huge risk. Normally, two agents don't follow the subject from the same direction, but plans change on the fly out in the field, so you're working with what you got.

The second team is north of you on the other side of the block. They're doing a good job of hiding their identities, but the suspect's head is still eyeing everyone on a swivel. When he glances behind him and finds the two of you, Baekhyun's hand slips its way into yours.

The two of you appear to be a couple on a stroll in the city, and the suspect's eyes go past you to search the other people on the street. When he faces forward, you try to pull your hand free, but Baekhyun's grip tightens. Not risking taking your eyes off the subject, you keep your gaze straight while asking, "What are you doing?"

"If he looks back and notices we're not holding hands again, it might look suspicious."

Baekhyun's tone is serious, and as much as he messes around, you know he's being completely logical right now, so you let him keep your hand. The only issue is that you're holding his dominant hand, and if the suspect draws a weapon, you're both losing precious seconds.

The man you're following is visibly becoming more paranoid, and your worry for the people around you increases. The team ahead of you radios in the same assessment, and you realize that you'll need to make a move quicker than you liked.

When he abruptly stops in the middle of the sidewalk, it takes everything in you to keep walking and move toward him. You flash Baekhyun a happy smile as he lightly swings your arm. The two of you come up with a fake conversation about where you should go for dinner tonight. As you pass the subject, you feel his eyes focused on both of you and you can only hope that your act is working.

Baekhyun slows down and pulls you to the side. You notice the flirty look on his face as he backs you up against the wall and gets in your space. Doing your best to follow his lead, you ignore the suspect walking behind him and smile at Baekhyun.

At that moment, you know you've either been made or you're definitely about to be, so you stay where you are. A third team radios in that they've got the subject in their sights and you relax. Baekhyun and you are officially done with following him, and now all you can do is wait for more orders.

Baekhyun plays with your fingers and you meet his stare. You see relief in his eyes, but you also see mischievousness and you brace yourself. He smirks at you and you shake your head. "What?"

"Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?"

You huff out a laugh and shove him away. "Baekhyun, be serious. We're following a killer for God's sake."

"Actually, we're not following him anymore, and I was being serious."

The amusement is clear on his face and you push off the wall he backed you up into. "No. I don't want to kiss you."

He follows after you, calling you a liar because you both know that you do.

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Home Alone | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Summary: Your husband Kai accuses you of not trusting him with your baby daughter.

Genre: New parents AU, domestic, angsty, house hubby Kai

Word Count: 0.8k

You were trying to balance the dangerous job of straightening your hair while buttoning up a onesie for your one-year-old. The hot blades wavered ever closer to the soft blue cotton.

That was when you got the call. You threw down the phone. “My mother’s sick! She can’t take Jasmine!”

Your husband Kai sprang up. He had been kneeling on the floor, building a house of cards in the pristine emptiness of the living room you had just cleaned. The house collapsed with a sigh.

“I’ve got to leave,” you groaned, lifting your baby daughter Jasmine into your arms. “Hey Jazzy, have you ever been to a board meeting before?”

The baby giggled.

Kai stepped forward, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “Hey, I can take her!” He frowned. “It’s not like I’ve never looked after Jazz.” He paused, his face falling blank. “Actually… you have never asked me to look after Jazz. How come?”

Your heart rate was increasing just hearing his words. Everything came into sharp focus. Kai’s odd combination of Hawaiian shorts, a silk shirt and flip-flops. The cigarette butts still smouldering in the ashtray on the balcony he thought you didn’t know about.

The sound of your phone alarm, titled, LEAVE THE HOUSE BITCH, began to buzz like an angry wasp in your ear.

“Um, yes, sweetie, of course I want you to look after Jasmine, it’s just-“ you scrambled for a lie. “You’re… too… busy! I don’t want to get the way of your fancy actor work!”

He frowned. “But baby, you know shooting hasn’t started yet.”

You needed a better excuse. “But your lines. You have to learn them. I would rather than die than keep you away from your lines.”

You could almost hear the drone of the station announcer: “Last call for the 8:05 train. Last call…”

Kai grinned in disbelief. “You’re saying I can’t look after Jazz… because I have to read a script?” He frowned. “Do you not trust me to look after our daughter?”

“Oh, Kai.” You squeezed your temples. “I don’t have time for this. Fine You want the truth?. No, I don’t trust you with my child.”

“Our child.” Kai scoffed. “And you can’t say that! How could you?”

You gestured to the pigsty that was the apartment. “You’re irresponsible. You’re untidy. You’re out partying every night-“

You were about to say more, but you stopped yourself. Some things were too true to say. Everybody deserved a few lies to cling onto.

Kai sighed, and you hated how well he knew you. “Go on. Say what you’re thinking.”

You sighed. “Oh… and acting is not a real job!”

Kai bit his lip, pain flashing over his handsome features. “So, what was your big plan? Keep her from me for the next eighteen years?

You tried to deny it, but fell silent when you saw the pain in his eyes. “N-not eighteen. Maybe… ten.”

And suddenly, you felt like an awful person. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You- you’re a great father, you just… don’t have the skills yet to look after her. The knowledge.”

Kai sighed. His voice was very quiet. “I know that she naps between eleven and one. I know that Fuzzy is her favourite toy. I know that she can’t sleep on her tummy, or drink cow’s milk, or have too many baths.”

“How did you…” you started. “I read those parenting books that you aways leave lying around,” Kai said, crossing his arms.

You stepped towards him, smoothing your hands over his face. “I had no idea…”

You pressed your lips to his, and in the shape of his firm body, his scent, you almost lost yourself.

Kai gently pulled away, crooning, “Go. As much as I’d like you to stay, your genius is needed at a board meeting. I’ve got her.”

You smiled, picking up your bags. “Okay. But I am FaceTiming you in an hour. Every hour, actually.”

Kai grinned, that lopsided grin that made you giddy when you were still nineteen and an extra on some unknown TV show. You may have given up on acting, but you never gave up on the boy of your dreams.

You left a little piece of your heart with Kai and Jasmine, then shrugged on your blazer and stepped out into the brightening morning light.

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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : the way back home﹙bbh﹚

warning: mentions of alcohol (but it's just wholesome fluff)

genre & trope: fluff and established relationship

pairing: byun baekhyun x gn!reader

word count: 0.97k (edited)

synopsis. "if i were a sleepy sea otter and you were also a sleepy sea otter, would you hold my hand so that we won't float away from each other?"

Baekhyun wasn't the greatest soldier alive when it came to alcohol tolerance; he himself had great self-awareness of it. This resulted in him never drinking furthermore in your presence once he knew he was tipsy. At first, you didn't mind this at all, although, after receiving the first-ever emergency call from one of his friends, this changed your mind.

The call consisted of the first few seconds of a proper conversation with the said friend, and then a minute later to Baekhyun stealing the phone, who was then drunkenly flirting with you. Clearly losing the battle between alcohol and his sobriety.

Baekhyun's friend that called you, who seemingly was the only person sober, got his phone back and pleaded you to get him ASAP before he lost his marbles dealing with a bunch of lousy drinkers.

You obliged, mindlessly arriving at the destination a lot quicker than you thought, almost snickering at the thought of a crimson-cheeked boyfriend just smiling like a fool at you. Junmyeon, the caller, his face of weariness turned into a relieved one as he greeted you at the front door, booming noises of drunken men singing karaoke inside and the strong smell of assorted liquor exuding from him.

"Hi, Y/N! Here to pick up Baekhyun, right?" he questioned, which honestly sounded more like it had only one valid answer.

"Yes, though it looks like I'll be spoiling his fun if I pick him up while all of you are having so much fun." You politely replied just for formality.

Junmyeon chuckled and firmly added, dead in the eyes, begging, "I promise you that you aren't. Please come inside, Y/N. Please?"

"Y/N? Is that Y/N? Y/N!" A familiar bright, boyish voice slurred in excitement from the inside. You looked at Junmyeon for assurance, and he nodded, encouraging you to enter the living room. You gulped in nervousness, thinking of how to deal with the new kind of Baekhyun you'd never met before. It was like helplessly walking on a field of tall grass full of wild Pokemons.

Before leaving your shared home with Baekhyun, you've researched the effects of alcohol, and one struck you: repressed emotions and thoughts will be set free in a drunken state. You weren't sure if that was true since no reliable sources proved this fact, but you still wondered, almost in a way of contemplation. Doubtful if you can even deal with a wasted Baekhyun.

"It's me, Baek—Oh my god."

There he was. And you were right about one thing: his cheeks would go red when he was drunk but based from the research about repressed feelings when in a drunken state, you can tell that this Baekhyun will be a handful.

"Y/N~" The last syllable of your name dragged on as he attempted to wiggle up from his seat. "I missed you so much, Y/N." You quickly ran up to support him from standing, relieved that you caught him on time.

"But we were together like… four hours ago, baby." He nodded in reply.

"Exactly." Oh, well.

After bidding goodbye to the rest of his friends, who were thrilled to see you, you got help from Junmyeon to put Baekhyun on the passenger seat, bidding him farewell and good luck as you set off to go back home.

Surprisingly, the first couple of minutes of the drive were quiet, and your boyfriend was just sleeping peacefully, thankfully, not causing a ruckus silently. You didn't try to pry him from his peace and just continued driving, waiting for him to mumble anything you could tease him about once he woke up. You admired this very moment of comfortable silence, wondering of the antics that would happen by the next morning and planning to prepare ahead a good hangover soup to lighten the weight of your lover.

"Baby?" He's awoken.

"Yes?"

"Can I hold your hand? It's quite cold," he requested groggily.

"I can't, baby. I'm driving us back home."

"Oh...then, can I borrow your jacket?" Baekhyun tested again, opting for a different consolation.

"Yes, of course. It's on the backseat, Baek."

He struggles to look for it in the back seat, carefully but clumsily putting his arms inside the armholes of the jacket when he does.

A few minutes pass, and he complains again, "...I still wanna hold your hand, Y/N."

"Let's hold hands when we're under a stop light, okay?" You turned the car to the highway, and coincidentally, the red light from the traffic light stopped you. In reaction, Baekhyun reached out for your hand and interlocked his cold fingers with yours.

"Y/N?" he called out again.

"Yes?"

"Your hand is very warm. I love holding your hand."

You beamed with a snicker, looking down at your entwined hands. His hands that easily get cold and would always seek refuge for yours that were always cozy and warm. These hands that would always cup your cheeks and kiss you plushly in the wake of the morning. You noticed the difference of temperature of his and your hand, and you grasp slightly harder, attempting to warm his faster.

"I love holding your hand too, Baek."

The traffic lights turned green, and you gently removed your tightly held hand from him, leaving his hand to reach out to yours with dismay.

"Y/N?" Baekhyun asks for you again from just a few miles.

"Mhm?" You hummed softly, never troubled by his constant wants to hear your voice and attention even if he asks for the vainest demands.

"I need you to answer a question."

"Sure."

"If I was a sleepy sea otter," he yawned, the sign of the need to sleep displaying, "And you were also a sleepy sea otter…."

"Will you hold my hand so we'll not drift away from each other when we're sleeping?"

"Baek?" It was your turn to ask, "You do know that we always snuggle when we sleep, right?"

"...Oh. Then, can I hold you all night when we're finally home?" There were remotely a small number of cars driving, so you turned the car, almost near your home and took the opportunity, interlocking the hand that rested on his thigh with yours, holding it near your lips, and kissed lovingly the back of his hand.

"When it involves loving you, then it's always a yes."

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