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bobohu4eva · 1 year

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Good to You - Part 2

Characters: Idol Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Maid AU, fluff, smut

Warnings for this chapter: drugs kinda?

WC: 6.5k

Tag list: @scentlacigarette

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Baekhyun was a singer. Even if you’d known nothing of him and his work, you would’ve found this out regardless, because the man was always singing. Baekhyun was many things, but he was not a quiet person by any means. Which is why when he was silent for a whole day, you knew something was wrong. He had been home all day, but the only thing you heard was the sound of his TV through his bedroom door.

You weren’t sure if it was really your place to say anything, but by now you cared for him too much not to worry. So, at the end of your shift, you knocked lightly on his bedroom door until you heard a quiet ‘come in.’

Baekhyun was sitting in bed, red nosed, with a box of tissues on his lap and a bottle of pain reliever on his nightstand.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, you’ve been so quiet all day.” You spoke softly, taking in the image of the man before you.

He smiled, realizing how much he liked the idea of you worrying about him. How cute.

“I’m okay, it’s just a cold. Are you done for the day?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want me to grab for you before I go? A glass of water? Some tea?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “I’m fine, thank you though.” You nodded again and gave him a smile and you were about to close the door when you saw him start to get up out of bed, and you almost had the door shut when you heard a loud thud. When you opened it again to see what had happened, you saw Baekhyun groaning, laying at the side of his bed, slowly starting to sit himself up.

He said he was fine but if he passed out just from standing up, he definitely was not, at least in your eyes. You rushed over to help him back into bed.

“Oh my god are you okay?”

He was rubbing the side of his head with his eyes squeezed shut. He must've hit it on something when he passed out.

“Fuck..” He mumbled, trying to get a grip and come back to his senses although his vision was still blurry and his head was still pounding.

You were crouched down next to him but you quickly realized that you had no idea what to do and the idea of helping him up or touching him in any way really was too intimidating. You’d never gotten that close before and you weren’t sure if that was appropriate.

He was still trying to reorient himself and when he finally realized that you were right next to him, wide eyed, trying to help him up, he couldn’t help but let out a disappointed groan. He was embarrassed. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him like this.

“Are you okay?” You asked him again, now that his eyes were open and he seemed a bit more aware of his surroundings.

He nodded and you felt his hand on your shoulder, and you helped him get back up and into bed. You could tell how embarrassed he still was. You didn’t want to make matters even more uncomfortable for him so you quickly excused yourself.

“I’m going to grab you some tea and something to eat.” You said before heading to the kitchen.

You made some tea and heated up some soup and soon you were knocking on the door to his room again.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly as you sat the tray with the food down on the bed next to him. He looked so tired and defeated, you could only think about how badly you wanted to help him feel better.

“No need to apologize, everyone gets sick sometimes. Just don’t strain yourself too much, alright?”

“I have 14 hours of back to back schedules tomorrow.” He sighed.

“What? Are you serious? Can’t you call in sick or something?” You asked, slightly shocked, as you sat down on the edge of his bed.

“That’s not really how that works unfortunately. I’ve had to deal with this a few times before and it sucks, but I’ll live.”

“Do you get sick a lot?”

“Yeah, kind of. But I’m a big boy, I can handle myself. No need to worry about me, I hate when people pity me like that.”

You frowned. “It’s okay to take a break and let people help you. Especially when you’re sick.”

He sighed. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm okay, really. Just go home and get some rest.”

It felt wrong to leave him there like that, but you didn’t want to overstay your welcome either.

“You're sure you don’t need anything else?”

He nodded and you supposed you did all you could and went home. You just hoped he would be okay at work the next day.

It wasn’t that Baekhyun didn’t want you to stay or didn’t want your help, he just felt bad asking you to stay so long. It was already late in the evening, and you had your own life. He didn’t want to keep you from that.

Some time had passed and he was starting to feel thirsty, and he needed water anyway if he was going to take some medicine to help him sleep. His whole body ached and he knew it would be a struggle even just getting to the kitchen and back, but he wanted to get it over with. He moved slowly, trying not to overexert himself, but as soon as he started to stand up his vision started to go black again so he quickly sat back down. He hadn’t felt this terrible in ages and the more he thought about the day he was going to have to have tomorrow, the more he regretted sending you home. It felt selfish to ask you to come back, but he didn’t know what else to do and was only feeling worse as the evening drew on.

You had gotten comfortable on your couch when your phone lit up and you saw a text from him.

“You were right. I feel like absolute shit, I can’t even get out of bed. I’ll pay double if you can stay here for the next few days until I’m back to normal. I’m really sorry.”

You smiled at the message, and got up to grab some of your belongings before heading back to his apartment. It was going to be a long night, but you were just glad he was accepting some kind of help.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m on my way.”

On the way over you grabbed some medicine and when you arrived you made some more tea for him to take it with.

He looked like hell. You weren’t surprised that he called for you back with the state he was in. When you brought him his tea he was shivering, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and all the color in his face was gone.

“I’m sorry again, and thank you so much.” He said as he held the warm mug, enjoying how it heated up his cold hands.

“Are you cold?” You asked.

He nodded, so you went to grab some more blankets from the living room and gently laid them over him.

“You really don’t have to thank me, or feel bad. Just get some rest okay? If you need anything you can text me.”

He nodded weakly and with that you left the room.

It felt odd sleeping in his spare bedroom that first night. The bed was much bigger than yours at home, and the sheets were softer. You liked how the sheets smelled like him since they’d been washed with the same detergent he used. It was unbelievably cozy, but unfortunately you still wouldn’t be getting much sleep. Now that he knew you were there and he’d finally let himself accept your help, he was texting you every couple hours for something. First he got too hot, then too cold, then he was thirsty, and so on. But you didn’t mind. You were just glad you could be there for him.

The next day you kept yourself busy getting groceries and preparing food for the upcoming week. You weren’t usually there that much so you weren’t sure what to do but you still wanted to make yourself useful somehow. All day you hoped that Baekhyun was doing alright. But based on how the night before had gone, you weren’t optimistic. Having to work such long hours when you're that sick just seemed awful.

You had passed out watching a drama when you heard the front door open, waking you up. You got up and shimmied into some sweatpants to go check on him but by the time you made it to the living room he was already asleep on the couch, still fully dressed and made up from what you assumed must’ve been a photoshoot. He had probably been too tired to even bother making it to his room.

You knew he would regret it in the morning if he slept with all that makeup still on, so you went to the bathroom to find a makeup wipe. When you returned you got to work wiping the makeup off his face. As the makeup came off you were greeted with the same pale, tired face from the night before, yet you still found him beautiful. He was just a gorgeous man, and no sickness could ever hide that. You wished he could get a break, to rest and heal. He was overexerting himself so much and as someone who really cared for him, it hurt to see.

His sleeping face looked so peaceful and content, you felt relieved that he was finally able to rest. You might’ve been enjoying yourself too much, grinning at how lovely his cheeks felt under your hands. Everything about him just seemed so soft and beautiful and welcoming, you felt obsessed.

The more you found yourself taking care of him the more you felt the pangs in your heart at how much you liked him. How was it possible for anyone to be around him regularly and not fall in love? Somehow he seemed to be completely without flaws, aside from how reluctant he was to accept help from others or take a break for a while.

You also didn’t understand how it was possible for him not to have some beautiful wife or girlfriend. During your time working for him he’d never mentioned a girlfriend, and you never found anything that would suggest anyone staying over. He had to have a long line of women, just from his day to day life that would love to have him but he didn’t seem to even entertain the idea for some reason.

It wasn’t that you thought all idols were assholes, you just assumed that with how many women basically worshiped men like him that many would take advantage of it and sleep around, often treating the girls very poorly in the process. You’d had some unpleasant breakups yourself that left you guarded and skeptical of men who seemed too good to be true. At first you’d been skeptical of Baekhyun too, but eventually you realized that you really had no reason to doubt his sincerity. You were in his home all the time, yet you had never seen or experienced anything that would suggest he had something to hide. He was just a genuinely good person and it was almost confusing to you.

You weren’t sure if this was even okay, to be wiping the makeup off his sleeping face, but for some reason you didn’t care. You knew that he wouldn’t be angry with you for it. Such a thing was difficult to even imagine. He never seemed to get angry really, or at least if he did he did a very good job of keeping it to himself. You shuddered at the thought of him ever getting mad and yelling at you. You hoped you’d never have to experience that.

Once you’d done your best to get the makeup off his face you let him be, setting a glass of water on the coffee table for him when he woke up. You went back to the guest room and quickly dozed off as well.

You woke up to your phone buzzing, and when you picked it up to check you saw a text from Baekhyun. He must’ve woken up at some point and gone to his room. He was hungry.

It was 3 in the morning but you still found yourself getting up and heating up some food for him. When you knocked on his door and let yourself into his room you were greeted by a big goofy smile and a small squeal of excitement. He must be doing better then, you thought, as you set his food down in front of him. You also couldn’t help but be extremely aware of how very shirtless he was.

“Y/n,” He drew it out, before stopping to let out a giggle. “ Thank youuu.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his silly antics. “You seem to be doing better.”

He nodded. “Chanyeollie made me go to a doctor and I got medicine and now everything feels so nice and warm and cozy.”

“Ahh,” You responded, quickly realizing that it was his medicine making him like this. “Well, is there anything else you need?”

He pouted at your words. “You’re leaving?”

“Baekhyun, it’s three in the morning.”

“But I’m lonely.” He complained, giving you his best puppy eyes, and you knew you were fucked. “Stay, please?”

You knew this was a terrible idea but you couldn’t say no to him when he asked you so sweetly. You sighed, and closed the door behind you standing awkwardly at the other end of his bedroom. There wasn’t really any furniture other than his bed, but the idea of sitting next to him there made you blush. What on earth was he thinking asking you to stay with him there?

“Come hereee.” He whined again, doing grabby hands at you, and reluctantly you sat down on the opposite end of the bed. He picked up the TV remote and put on a movie and you sat there and watched it with him while he ate. When he was finished he put the empty plate aside and before you could protest he was cuddling up next to you, resting his head on your lap and wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you for everything. I really love having you here. You take such good care of me.”

You stayed frozen, not sure what to do or say. Baekhyun was not supposed to be touching you this much, and his words also felt too intimate. He was playing a dangerous game, acting like this towards you when you already had such strong feelings for him. You so badly wanted to reciprocate it all but you knew that wasn’t right either. He was your boss, and he was only acting this way because his medicine was making him loopy.

You thought about moving away or even leaving the room all together but when you looked down at him he looked so peaceful and happy that you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You wondered how long it had been since he’d been held like this, but with how tightly he kept his arms around your waist and the look of content clear on his face, it must’ve been a while. So you stayed there like that, letting him do as he pleased, and you even let yourself enjoy the feeling a little. Of course it was only because of the medicine, but you still cherished the feeling of holding him close.

He shifted and you let out a surprised gasp when his cold hands pushed under your shirt, resting over the bare skin of your waist as his hold around you tightened.

“You’re so warm.” He mumbled, eyes still shut with a lopsided smile on his lips. “And soft…” His hands were moving on your waist now, and you felt your whole body burning with embarrassment as he kept running his hands along your bare skin.

His eyes opened and they found yours and he was once again wearing a silly looking smile, eyes tired and heavy as he kept looking at you.

“And pretty.”

Somehow you managed to blush even harder than you already were. Byun Baekhyun had just called you pretty. Of course you didn’t think you were terrible looking or anything, you thought you were okay, but to hear him of all people tell you that you looked pretty had your chest tightening and heart racing.

When you woke up the next morning you were afraid to go check on him. You didn’t know if you had it in you to repeat everything from last night. Your thoughts had kept you up nearly all night, even after Baekhyun had fallen asleep and you went back to the other room. But you knew that he was still sick and still needed your aid, so you dragged yourself up out of bed and knocked lightly on his door.

When he invited you in he wasn’t smiling like he had been the night before, and his face was once again void of any color. The medicine must’ve worn off, and he was back to being his usual self, although he also seemed to be quite weak again.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

“Tired.” He replied. “That medicine Chanyeol’s doctor gave me messed me up. I hardly even remember how I got to bed after taking it.”

“You don’t remember any of last night?”

“I just know I woke up on the couch and then went to the bathroom to wash up and take that medicine, and then everything went black.”

“Oh..”

He didn’t remember any of it. He must’ve been so high off whatever those pills were that he had no idea what he’d been saying or doing. You suddenly felt gross for how much you’d let him touch you when he obviously didn’t mean any of it.

Of course he didn’t mean it. Of course he didn’t actually find you attractive. He was so far out of reach, you cursed yourself for even letting yourself get caught up in such a silly fantasy.

“Thank you by the way.”

“Huh? For what?” You asked.

“For taking my makeup off for me after I fell asleep out there, I hate falling asleep with all that stuff still on my face, it always feels so gross to wake up to later.”

“Oh, it’s no problem.” You felt yourself blushing again. “You really don’t remember anything from last night?”

“Just taking that medicine and going back to my room, I guess I probably fell asleep. Did anything happen?”

“No, nothing happened.” You replied. “Just wondering.”

That day, to your relief, Baekhyun didn’t have quite as busy a schedule. He took his medicine again before getting picked up to leave for work and you wondered how he would be able to function on that stuff, but at least it seemed to ease his pain.

You spent most of the day on random mundane chores, but you didn’t mind, you actually found this part of the job to be relaxing. You could just put on some music or a podcast and tune everything else out. It was almost therapeutic.

You were surprised when you heard the door open in the middle of the afternoon. He wasn’t supposed to be done with work until later in the evening. You walked out into the living room to see what was going on and saw Baekhyun standing in the doorway with his arm around another, taller man's shoulders. He looked familiar. He must’ve been another member of the group.

He was giving you a bit of an odd look and you wondered if Baekhyun had told anyone that he’d hired you. This man didn’t seem to be expecting you there at all.

“Hii y/n!” You heard Baekhyun slur, once again high off his medicine. “Sehun this is y/n she’s my housekeeper isn’t she cute?”

You saw the other man's eyes widen and you felt your face become bright red. Not to mention how you were definitely not dressed like a hired professional, you were only wearing a tank top and pajama shorts.

The two of you exchanged another odd glance as Baekhyun giggled to himself about nothing, and then the man spoke.

“He misunderstood the doctor when they told him how much to take. He’s accidentally been taking way too much, he’ll be fine he just can’t work like this so…”

You quickly nodded and made your way over to the two men, removing his arm from around Sehun and helping him to sit on the couch.

“You work for him?” The taller man asked you.

You bowed slightly and nodded. His eyes traveled down to your clothes and you felt yourself turning red again.

“I didn’t realize he was coming home so early.” You mumbled softly.

He nodded politely and excused himself, leaving you there with Baekhyun. You were right back where you’d been the night before.

This time you tried to keep your distance. You didn’t want a repeat of the previous night, you just didn’t have that in you. There was only so much a girl’s heart could handle.

However Baekhyun had other plans. After you'd made him some tea and set it down on the coffee table for him he started whining.

“The couch isn’t comfy anymore, can you help me to bed?”

You really didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to be touching him, you knew you wanted too much. But he was sick and uncomfortable and you still wanted to help him too. In the end it was impossible for you to say no to him and you reluctantly let him throw an arm around your shoulders to help him get to his bed.

You could feel how warm he was, and you felt guilty for getting any pleasure out of this when he was hurting, and he wouldn’t even remember it the next day. But he still felt so nice and firm and strong beneath your hands, you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him completely.

As you helped him get to his room you were far too aware of the closeness of your bodies and you were thankful the moment you reached his bed and could let him go, however Baekhyun did not want to let go of you yet. When you reached the edge of his bed his arms wrapped themselves firmly around your waist and as he fell back onto the mattress, you fell with him. You landed on top of him on his bed, chest to chest. You felt your heart hammering in your chest at the unexpected contact.

Baekhyun was just humming contently, keeping his arms locked firmly around you. You pushed yourself up the best you could and when your eyes met his face they found him with a dopey smile, eyes half closed in the haze of the drug.

This was not right. You needed to get up. You tried to pry an arm off you but he just whined and held on tighter, rolling over so the both of you were now laying on your side, and your face was buried in his chest.

Once you were both situated you were able to hear the rapid pounding of his heart and feel how hard he was breathing. It had to be the medicine, you told yourself. You so dearly hoped that he wouldn’t remember this either, to spare himself the embarrassment. Everything about this was so wrong, yet it felt so damn good too, because now, somehow, you knew what it felt like to be held by him.

As the seconds passed however, you realized you couldn’t do it. This was wrong, he shouldn’t be doing this with you, and for you to allow it to happen was also wrong. You wiggled an arm out from under you, and with one hand firmly on his chest, you pushed yourself away from him and out of his grasp. You heard his whining at the loss of contact but you couldn’t let that distract you as you quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.

When you were back in the guest room, you had to take a minute just to breathe and calm yourself down. It felt like torture. Your painfully attractive boss was being so flirty and touchy with you, but none of it was even real.

It was so frustrating, and after about a minute of letting it all sink in the tears started coming. It felt like your heart was being toyed with, tested almost. You somehow crossed paths with this incredible guy and the universe was pushing you, seeing how much it could mess with your emotions, because no matter how bad you tried you couldn’t help but want him.

You jumped when you heard your phone vibrate next to you. It was him.

“Why’d you go :(”

You cleared the notification and found something else to keep yourself occupied with. You knew you’d have to check on him again eventually, but for now you’d distract yourself best you could.

After a couple hours you started heating up his dinner, already dreading having to bring it to him.

When you knocked on his door he didn’t respond. You tried again, and still nothing. Rather than letting his dinner get cold, you slowly opened the door, finding Baekhyun fast asleep.

You set down his food next to the bed and gently shook him awake.

“Sorry to wake you up, you should really eat something.”

He still looked a bit dazed as he was slowly waking back up. He looked at you, and then the food and when his eyes met the clock on his nightstand you saw him tense up.

“What the hell, why am I here? I still have two more hours of-”

“Baekhyun, you've been taking twice as much medicine as the doctor said. Your friend Sehun took you home a few hours ago since you were too messed up in the head to work.”

He let out a disappointed groan, covering his face with his hands. You set his food down next to him and you heard him sigh.

“I’m a goddamn idiot.” He whispered.

You frowned. “Don’t say that.”

He sighed. “I never miss work.”

“Baekhyun it’s okay to take some time to rest, please don’t feel bad. Just eat this and try to get some more sleep, yeah?”

He nodded solemnly, grabbing the tray with his dinner. “Do you mind hanging out for a bit? It feels a little depressing to eat alone right now.”

You agreed, and once again found yourself sitting in bed with him as he put something on for you to watch. Now that he wasn’t all drugged up and trying to touch you it was actually nice, just getting to spend time with him, sober.

Once he’d finished eating you noticed him scrolling on his phone and something had him looking confused.

“Did I fall asleep again earlier when Sehun brought me here? Or did I do or say anything?”

You weren’t quite sure what to say or why he was asking, but you definitely didn’t want to recant all of his earlier actions to him so you shook your head.

“Why are you lying? I just saw that I texted you earlier, and last night too. You said nothing happened and I was asleep.”

You felt your stomach drop and your face start to burn. He didn’t sound like he was angry, but his tone of voice and the way he was looking at you still made you wish you could disappear. His eyes were focused and his face stern as he looked at you with confusion.

It surprised you how intimidating he became in those few short seconds. The way his eyes bore into you made you want to run and hide. He usually expresses a kind of warmth that made people feel at ease with him, but that had disappeared completely.

You couldn’t tell him what happened. You just couldn’t stomach that.

“I- I’m sorry.” You eventually whispered, and although you tried to keep it in a tear soon escaped too.

His demeanor changed as soon as he saw that you were crying, his gaze softening and he moved closer, his hand finding your cheek and you felt his thumb wiping away the wetness.

“Please don’t cry, I'm not mad at you, but why didn’t you tell me? What happened that you feel like you have to lie about? I wish I could at least remember something but I really can’t and I’m sorry if I said something that upset you but please just tell me.”

Now that he was closer and he was touching you, you lost it completely, sobbing and shaking your head. You couldn’t tell him.

He was growing more and more worried as you cried and he had a tendency to ramble when he was freaking out. Baekhyun was growing increasingly concerned that he’d done or said something that had really hurt you. He hadn’t meant to at all but now you were crying because of him and he felt like he had to try and fix it.

He was still rambling, moving closer and closer to you, trying to wipe away your tears. He really was trying to help, but the more he did the harder you cried and the more you tried to escape him, which wasn’t easy when both of his hands were on your face desperately trying to both wipe away your tears and keep your attention on him.

Every time you’d try to back away from him he’d move closer and eventually with one last movement you felt yourself falling off of the edge of his bed flat onto the hardwood floor.

You could hear him apologizing and asking if you were alright but you didn’t respond, and when you felt his hand on your arm trying to pull you back up towards him you finally lost it, pushing yourself up and away from him and once you were on your feet you quickly ran out of his room into the guest room, locking the door behind you.

Baekhyun sat there stunned for a moment, and you broke down completely once you were by yourself again. He could hear you crying from his room. He felt absolutely terrible.

He didn’t understand at all why you were crying so hard, when he made it clear that he wasn’t mad at you. It wasn’t like he’d yelled at you or anything, it all came from a place of concern. In hindsight he probably could’ve asked you a bit more gently rather than just calling out your lie like that, but he had a feeling that that wasn’t really what had made you cry like that.

He tried his best to remember at least something from when he was on that medicine, but it just wasn’t happening. There must’ve been something he said or did that had really affected you, and he was still going to try to figure out what it was before the guilt ate him alive.

Luckily he was starting to feel a bit better now that he was taking his medicine correctly, and the next morning during a group schedule he went to Sehun to try to get some answers. However before he could ask him anything, he was being questioned himself.

“What the hell is going on with that girl that was at your apartment yesterday?”

Baekhyun gave his friend a questioning look. “What do you mean? My housekeeper?”

Sehun raised an eyebrow. “The housekeeper who apparently sleeps over there with you and who you called cute. I’m not trying to tell you what you can and can’t do but do you really think this is a good idea?”

“I said that? When?”

“Baekhyun be honest are you fucking your maid?”

He looked at Sehun like he was completely insane.“No, of course not! She’s just been staying over to help out while I’m sick is all. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“When I dropped you off yesterday you said something like ‘this is my housekeeper she’s so cute.’ She seemed really embarrassed by it.”

At that, Baekhyun felt his heart drop. “Was I talking a lot..?”

“Yeah it was kind of annoying you were just saying whatever the hell popped into your head it seemed.You were also being super touchy.”

He felt his stomach twist and when he thought back on how upset you were the evening before it almost made him want to throw up. He very well could’ve done something completely inappropriate and he suddenly didn’t blame you at all for not wanting to tell him. In fact he wouldn’t blame you if you and all your things were gone when he got home later.

“Baekhyun?”

He had always been a very physically affectionate guy, and he was quite fond of you, but he knew that it still wasn’t appropriate for him to touch you at all.

“If I was acting that strange, why did you leave me there with her?! Did you at least warn her or something? I was wondering why she’d lied and told me I was asleep the whole time but no fucking wonder I probably scared the shit out of her and did something completely inappropriate!”

“What was I supposed to do?! I was just there to drop you off and I had no idea you even had a housekeeper.“

Baekhyun’s eyes squeezed shut and he felt his frustration rising. Of course it wasn’t really Sehun’s fault either but it was still upsetting to him.

“She’s probably already gone now, after how upset she got yesterday.” Baekhyun mumbled, his throat growing tight at the thought of not having you around anymore. If he messed this up he’d have a hard time forgiving himself.

“What does she even do?” Sehun asked.

“Cook, clean, laundry, groceries, that kind of stuff. It was really nice having someone to help with all that.”

Sehun chuckled, “So you bought yourself a housewife?”

“First of all, that's sexist, and I told you it’s not like that! When I first met her she was sent by some big company. It wasn't until later that I decided to hire her privately. I didn’t know they’d send someone young and pretty, for all I knew it could’ve been an old man who showed up that day.”

“Baekhyun I know what you mean but come on I know the kinds of girls you go for and she’s totally your type. I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to have someone like that as your housekeeper.”

“Well I doubt she even wants to work for me anymore.” Baekhyun muttered before walking away. He knew that Sehun was right about that stuff, but he still didn’t want to hear it.

All day he worried that you’d be gone by the time he’d get home, that you didn’t want to work for him after whatever he’d done. He was still sick too, and the hours seemed to drag on for ages. Luckily it wasn’t so bad anymore but he could tell that he still wasn’t back at his normal strength.

When he finally got home he was anxious to see if you were still there or not. He couldn’t tell any difference in the common space when he first walked in, so he went over to the door of the guest room, knocking lightly.

He didn’t expect an answer, so he was surprised to hear your quiet “come in.”

He opened the door and you were sitting in bed on your phone, and he watched as you put it down and wrapped your arms around your legs, bringing your knees to your chest.

You looked up at him, waiting for whatever he had to say.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I talked to Sehun and I understand why you didn’t want to tell me, I was not acting right. Whatever I said or did, I’m so, so sorry and I hope you can forgive me.”

You let your arms fall and stretched your legs out in front of you, and Baekhyun was moving towards you until he sat at the edge of the bed.

“I honestly didn’t even think you would still be here after everything. You seemed really upset, I feel terrible. I shouldn’t have pressed you to tell me like that either. I’m really so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You eventually whispered in response. “Thank you.”

He was looking at you with that slight pout and furrowing of his brows that told you he was still worried.

“Is there anything I can do to help make it up to you?”

You smiled a little and shook your head. “You don’t have to keep apologizing, I know you didn’t mean any harm.” More than anything you were relieved that he wasn’t still trying to get you to tell him what happened.

“I just don’t want you to hate working here.”

“I don’t hate working here, I actually really like it. I promise.”

The look on his face was one of relief, he was thankful to still have you there. He was still going to try and make it up to you though.

“I thought since you’ve already been here so long and I'm starting to feel a bit better, you could take a few days off to relax. I know you probably miss sleeping in your own bed.”

You frowned and Baekhyun looked confused. He was wrong of course, but he was still just trying to be nice.

“I really don’t mind staying here, and you’re still sick.” You said.

“Would you like to stay then?”

You shrugged and nodded. His guest bed was more comfortable than yours, his apartment was much bigger and nicer, and above all, he was there.

Baekhyun grinned and thanked you before going back to his room and you got started on dinner.

The next several days were nice. Baekhyun didn’t have as much going on at work so he was home a lot more and you continued to do your best to nurse him back to health. The two of you talked more and you could tell that Baekhyun was putting a lot of effort into making you feel at home there. He made you laugh a lot and he loved to see how you were starting to open up to him.

It was funny to both of you how awkward things had been the first few days, as compared to now. He hardly felt like your boss at all, he’d become a real friend.

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Fairy dust

reader x dom!baekhyun

smut | nsfw | mdni

soft dom!baek, soulmate!au, fantasy!au, marking, praising, handjob, nipple play, pet name (baby, angel), outdoor (whimsical forest), unprotected sex, cum inside, size kink (a lil bit), reader is petite i mean she's a fairy so it checks out, brief cockwarming, wholesome, you guys just love each other and you're so cute

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As a fairy you are about to commit the unthinkable, show your true self to a human. But Baekhyun is different. You only have to trust the Spirit of the Forest guiding you to him.

[❛ what if i hurt you? ❜ + ❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜]

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a/n: welcome home baby <3

As a fairy you are about to commit the unthinkable, show your true self to a human. But Baekhyun is different. You only have to trust the Spirit of the Forest guiding you to him.

idea : fairy reader, human!baekhyun reader is petite and frail and baekhyun is scare to hrt her. soft dom.

You took a deep sigh as you tried to relax, feeling your heart beat flush against your ribs. But how could you? What you were about to do was crazy, completely crazy.

Baekhyun was a human.

Not ever in the history of your village has a human saw a fairy’s true form. Humans were vile, they were destroyers, they could not be trusted under any circumstances.

And yet you trusted him.

Baekhyun was much different from the other humans you had ever seen. You found him for the first time trying to get close to a wounded fox. At first you wrongly assumed he was toying with the poor animal. Somehow drawing joy out of the creature’s suffering.

Your first instinct was to flee but as a fairy you were the prime guardian of the forest so the little speck of light that you were, hid behind a thick tree trunk. Waiting for the bad man to finally grow tired of the helpless cries of the small fox to come to its rescue. With a touch of fairy dust its injured leg would be good as new.

But after a while you noticed how Baekhyun was actually trying to sooth the animal. Gently stroking its fiery fur with the back of his delicate hands, speaking in a quiet reassuring tone. Even if he thought there was not much he could do except be there for the poor little thing until its time had come.

You were absolutely astonished by this scene. It was the first time you saw a human venture this deep into your woods without being armed with one of these fire tubes that shoot metal balls. Baekhyun was kind hearted, patient. Just good.

At the same time you needed to act fast. The fox was bleeding out of its leg. And granted Baekhyun couldn’t do much apart from waiting with the poor animal. You, on the other hand, had the power to change the outcome of the creature's fate… So without a second thought and before it was too late you lept out of your hiding spot, flapping your wings as fast as you could. Getting just close enough swiftly blow some healing fairy dust into the creature's open wound and treat it. You flew away as fast as you came in, not even taking the time to watch the bloody wound close itself back helped by your magic. You wanted one thing: run to your village and be out of danger.

Baekhyun on the other hand didn’t miss the mysterious ball of light coming close to vanish the next second, frantically flickering away. Without hesitation he ran after it. He chased it, voice pleading to the light to halt. He ran as fast as he could but the light easily distanced him. Effortlessly wavering between the branches while Baekhyun was struggling to shimmy between the imposing centennial trees, his feet tripping over their thick roots and slipping on the malleable and wet ground.

Before he could realize the light fluttered away and you were out of sight leaving his broken pleads behind you.

But Baekhyun came back the next day and the day after that one and the day after that one. Days turned into weeks, into months but he never stopped coming to the sacred glade. He waited for you everyday until dusk. He knew he wasn't crazy, he knew you were real. Even when you stayed hidden somehow he felt your presence and talked to you hours on end never hearing your voice talking back to him. But he never let go of this hope.

One day you dared the unthinkable. You answered him. You spoke to him. Baekhyun had no words to express the happiness he felt. As time went by you grew close to one another. You spoke everyday and sometimes you didn’t even say anything Baekhyun was just content getting to stare at the comforting light.

And this unexpected encounter blossomed into a friendship which, in time, also blossomed into something else…

“Hi y/n” his voice chirped from behind you. You jumped. And Baekhyun laughed. This clear laugh that you came to know and love.

You flew all around his face scolding him not to creep up on you like this. Baekhyun flowed with his creased and amused eyes the frantic light around him. You were so cute he just couldn’t help it.

He held his palm flat in the air and you landed on it. The warm feeling of his hand brought comfort to your heart, briefly allowing yourself to think about something else than what you had in mind all day.

Baekhyun asked about your day, and talked about his. His chestnut brown hair shining under the delicate rays of the sun. But somehow there was an ounce of melancholy in his fading smile.

“Sometimes I wish I could be like you” he sighed, eyes hanging between nothingness.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, even though he couldn’t distinguish that.

“Just live here in the forest, far away from the world, far from the cold. Be a small ball of light like you” Baekhyun looked back at you with a sad half smile.

“You know… I’m not a ball of light that is only the form I take to navigate and guard the forest. I'm not really this small.” you didn’t expect Baekhyun to look at you with such shock, he opened his mouth to speak but was immediately interrupted by an intense cough. While he was choking on air he brought his hands to his chest and you were forced to leave your comfortable seat on his palm.

“What?” he started in a strangled voice “how come you never told me?”

“I don’t know I guess it never came up”

“So that means your village isn’t a bunch of cute miniature houses in a hollow tree hidden somewhere in the forest?”

“Well… in a sense it is hidden in the forest, yes. But no it isn’t miniature” you chuckled. Which even if he couldn’t see he picked up on. And he started laughing along with you, this was healing you. Healing him. This felt natural. Like the Great Spirit of the Forest themselves put him in your path that faithfull day.

Silence fell between you. After a moment of hesitation you started again.

“Aren’t you going to ask?” you turned your face to him, even if he couldn’t see he still felt your nervous tone.

“Ask what?” he replied, closing his eyes peacefully as a ray of light was piercing through the canopy.

“What I look like”

“No” he answered without opening his eyes. “That’s not something I should ask. Maybe it's against your rules to show yourself, maybe you can’t outside the village, maybe you’re uncomfortable with it, and other reasons I can't name.”

Your eyes started to prickle with tears at his response. You could have never imagined a human being this respectful to another creature. But Baekhyun was like this, respectful, caring. He had so much love in his heart for Life. From the thick and ancient trees, to the ladybug navigating its ribbed bark, to the delicate flower blooming at its roots. Baekhyun had love for Nature.

“Besides, if you wanted to, you would have shown me” he added.

And you wanted to. This was right. You knew that in your heart. Now you just needed to trust the Spirit of the Forest guiding you.

Without another word you lifted yourself, opening your wings. Baekhyun whipped his head to your direction when he saw the little ball of light grow. You radiated a familiar warmth that soothed the atmosphere like a warm open foyer in the middle of december. The light grew bigger and brighter until someone he never saw but knew emerged from it.

Your bare feet gently landed on the mossy floor as your iridescent purple dragonfly wings gently flapped behind you. Baekhyun was in aw, jaw hanging loose as he eyes you in disbelief. You were cladded in bright healthy green leaves that hugged your frame tightly and long flower petals formed a skirt on your hips. Your beautiful healthy hair cascading onto your bare shoulder and your mysterious and enticing purple eyes bashfully looking back at him. If Baekhyun was to die right now he would do so while being the happiest he ever was.

Just looking at you filled him with plenitude. He felt like he had ascended to heaven. Like he was looking right at the face of an angel gracing him with a coy smile.

“Y/n” he whispered. He opened his mouth to speak but you panicked. If he spoke you would know for sure what he thought of you, the real you and you didn’t want to know. You wanted to enjoy the uncertainty a little longer.

So you kissed him. Prompting yourself up your tippy toes to link his lips with yours, your small hand gently laying on his big chest. At first he tensed up, but then you felt him relax into you, his hands gently wrapped around your waist to bring you closer to his body. When you parted your heart was hammering against your rib and beating in your eardrums, instantly missing his warmth on your lips.

“You are stunning y/n” Baekhyun whispered with a fond smile while gently stroking your back.

“Thank you” you returned the smile. “You don't look bad either”

But you wanted more of him. You kissed him again but this time deeper. Your hands held him tighter and you pressed your small body against his big one, linking your hips. You licked at his lips wanting to taste him and he let you. You moaned into his mouth when his hands instinctively went south, floating on the small of your back going down even further.

When you parted from him and took a step back Baekhyun looked at you puzzled and confused.

“Baekhyun…” you started hesitantly. “I came here today for a very specific reason.” You started while he listened carefully. “I came here to be linked with you…”

“Of c-” but you cut him.

“If you say yes… your life will change forever. You’ll be stripped of your humanity and you’ll become a fairy like me.” Your heart was pounding in your throat, threatening to jump out your mouth at any time.

Baekhyun took both your petite hands in his big warm ones, gently wrapping them with care. When you lifted your eyes back to him his face was beaming, tears brimming at his eyes.

“There’s nothing I desire more than to be with you and be part of your world” he whispered in one single breath. It felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too” you replied simply returning his radiant smile as both your hearts sang in unison, binded by love long before this moment consecrated it.

“Now for the passing ritual…” you said, blushing at the idea of what was to come. You lightly tapped on three specific parts of your organic dress and slowly the leaves wrapping rounded your bust and the petals around your hips opened up. Baekhyun was in admiration, to him it was like seeing the most beautiful of flowers blooming after a long winter, piercing through the melting snow to let its beauty shine under the still timid sun. You were magnificent.

Baekhyun drank in your most natural form, mouth agape as he had trouble wrapping his mind around what his eyes were perceiving. You were the most stunning being he ever laid eyes on, that he was already certain of but to see you completely undress for him, ready for him. Him only... It rocked his world beyond recognition.

You were a little shameful at the idea of exposing yourself but you didn’t cover, you wanted him to see you. With a flick of your wrist Baekhyun’s clothes evaporated into purple dust. And finally you could see him too.

Your eyes trailed down from his long slender neck to his collarbones to his toned abs and to his lower stomach.

You unconsciously pressed your thighs together when you noticed how worked up Baekhyun had gotten. He was fully hard, his length sitting mighty and in charge right there for you to see just painfully waiting for more.

You took his wrists in between your fingers and placed his hand onto your waist while Baekhyun was petrified, only in his wildest dream he ever saw you like this. You leaned on to him, his big frame completely enveloping you.

“I want you Baekhyun” you whispered in his ear.

Right there something in Baekhyun snapped. He immediately latched his hot lips into the thin skin of your neck, sucking on it eagerly, leaving beautiful blue marks on the places he visited. He traveled down your chest until reaching one of your breasts. He played with your nipple in his mouth, hungrily sucking at it, flicking his tongue around it until it hardened.

You sighed and faintly moaned at his touch, cheeks becoming redder as his teasing went on then you felt his hand wrap around your wrist guiding your hand to his hot and hard member.

“Touch me” he ordered in a tone that was brand new to you. You never heard him go so low and be so demanding, his raw voice awakened something in you.

Your hands firmly gripped his base and when you pulled on his length and pushed back he growled in your ear, sending swarms of butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re so good” he sighed as you picked up the pace. “Keep going” he ordered again with the sultry voice that was making your mind blank.

You kept going until he stopped you. Eyes half lidded, breath short and sweat pearling on his forehead.

“I need you right now” he said before taking you in his arms and lifting you like you didn’t weigh anything, laying you onto a boulder, upholstered with soft, cushiony moss.

He gathered your wetness at your entrance and you whined when you left his tip rubbing you in all the right places. But then he stopped. You looked back at him to find doubt swimming in his warm brown orbs.

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t hurt me.” you assured. “Please Baekhyun” you said in one short breath. Even if he wanted to, he could never say no to you.

And hurt you he did not. Quite the opposite. As he pushed himself inside you, you felt the delicious stretch of your walls to accommodate him. The way he was perfectly filling you up felt divine and you couldn't help but to let a moan roll off your lips and into the deserted glade of the forest.

“Baby you feel so good around me like this” Baekhyun said in a guttural groan, trying his hardest not to burst at the heavenly tightness. He leaned his broad shoulders over you to shower you with kisses. “Can I move now baby?”

“Yes” you replied promptly, your ankles unconsciously wrapped around Baekhyun and pushing him deeper into you. He smirked.

“You’re cute when you’re so eager for me like that” he chuckled but the grin quickly turned to another expression when he pulled his hips back, letting them snap back against yours, perfectly fitting each other.

“Yesss” you cried out as Baekhyun went faster in and out of you. “Please this is so good” you said, biting on your lower lip, forgetting about your surroundings only focusing on the tingling and hot pleasure Baekhyun was providing you.

“Baby you’re so good for me” Baekhyun whispered, hands gripping tighter around your waist, pushing deeper with every thrust. One of his hands left your side to go play with your drenched bundles of nerves. The burning pleasure made you arch your back further into the moss, hard nipples hitting the chilly open air.

“Please don’t stop” you begged as your tiny body rocked underneath him, your stunning breast moving at the same rhythm of Baekhyun’s hips rolling deep into you. Bliss was turning your mind completely blank, you couldn’t think of anything, you could only see him, hear him, feel him.

“I’m about to-” Baekhyun grunted, digging his long fingers into your side. Warm brown orbs deeply rooted into your purple ones.

“Please cum inside me” you asked, eyes full of need for him.

And he gladly obliged. He delivered thick ropes of cum deep inside of you right where you wanted and it was the last straw for you. You came under him, bundle of nerves violently twitching under his expert touch and walls aggressively gripping him trying to suck his essence as deep as possible. White pleasure taking over you, making your bare toes curl and your wings frantically flap behind you.

Your fairy dust completely enveloped the both of you as Baekhyun’s thrusts became sloppy, slowing down until he came to a stop.

Baekhyun didn't want to move, he stayed right there taking his arms around you leaning over to kiss you.

“You were amazing” he sighed. You hummed in response, still unable to think of whole sentences after descending from cloud nine.

You rubbed small soothing circles into his back when you noticed two small bumps under his skin.

“Your wings” you faintly gasped. “They’re growing”

a/n: this was so wholesome. it's a little less heavy on the smut but it felt right. i really let my imagination run free with this one and i hope you liked it dont hesitate to tell me in my asks or comment. feedback is always appreciated. im so happy our sunshine is back from the military. welcome home baekhyunie <3

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Wanna Be Yours 001

Originally posted by tipannies

Maybe not all good girls are good, and not all bad boys are bad. It’s all about perspective and experience, for not everything in life is a clear black or white. Sometimes you will find gray, brown, or silver… Possibilities are endless. And Byun Baekhyun is too god damn fine to resist.

◤“Stop smoking, it isn’t attractive.” “Stop swearing, it isn’t either.” “Fuck you.” “When.”◢

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pairing — Baekhyun x Monica (OC)

word count — 3.8k

genre — biker! baekhyun, bad boy! baekhyun, enemies to lovers! romance, slight angst, fluff, smut (one chap - eventually)

[ This chapter contains: an introduction 🚲 ]

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Chapter 1

Look around, lovely

I’ve been through many things in my life. From my ex leaving me for a “slim thick” girl who lived three blocks away to my best friend, making it their goal to break my spirit from the inside out. I had to cut ties with my treacherous family. I had to change my name, eye color, and wear a purple wig to flee from another crazy ex to Hawaii. I almost had to file for bankruptcy when my twin sister bought three foreign sports cars in my name.

—I’ve been through a lot, but I never expected to find myself in the middle of this shitstorm.

“Yo, Chen, move your ass!”

“I’m almost there!” This so-called Chen hisses into his phone, tugging me behind him by my arm. He glares back at me when I stumble over a recycling bin. “Shut it.” His grip turns painful when I slow down my pace. He stomps hurriedly down shaded alleyways and dimly lit streets. I'd scoff at his audacity if I wasn’t so busy trying to form a plan to escape and not fall flat on my face in the process.

“Yo bitch.” He throws another nasty look over his shoulder, “keep up, will ya?”

My eyes narrow as I purposely stomp on the back of his foot. “Oops,” I chirp when he yelps, hiding my smirk while he curses and hobbles on one leg. “Guess that’s too close, eh?”

He bares his teeth at me. The smirk quickly falls off my lips when the ground is suddenly approaching my face at an alarming rate.

I brace my hands against the pavement at the last second, but my right arm buckles under my weight, sliding my frantic hands across the rugged surface, scraping against the sidewalk with a painful burn. I groan at the fire hot pain shooting up my forearm.

“Oops,” he mocks, his leather boots stepping into view. He bends down in front of me with a tilt of his head. “Guess that was too soon, huh?” His victory smirk on his curled lips would have been sexy if I didn’t have the urge to punch him in his pretty face.

I keep my eyes on him, slowly bringing myself back to my feet. It takes everything in me to ignore the pulsing pain in my knees and the warm liquid running down my elbow as he stands back to his full height. His unimpressive 5’8 stature seems intimidating while I’m poorly hiding my injured arm behind my back. It doesn't help that he has a tattoo of a snake on his bicep, the green ink peeking out from under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. He’s not tall, but he is buff, and that is enough for me to keep my mouth shut... for now.

He runs his eyes over my quiet defensive stance, his smirk turning even more cruel before he yanks me forward by my injured arm. “If we’re late, that’s your ass.”

I roll my eyes to distract myself from the tears threatening to fall, biting my tongue. My hands and arm throb painfully in sync. That hurt like a bitch and he’s two seconds away from being smacked like one.

After walking a few more empty blocks, the rev of an engine reaches my ears—and it’s not from a car. My heart plummets when the realization sets in and the beaming headlights of shiny black vehicles come into view. Two motorcycles stop a few feet away from us in a deserted parking lot. The riders are wearing black helmets with matching clothes, blending in with the night. Their faces are shaded under the dim light of the moon when they take their helmets off.

Dusk is on the rise, concealing the moon behind thick clouds as the world waits for the sun to peek over the horizon. The darkest hour of the night… Looking around at the buff asshole and two newcomers, I can only hope that I’ll make it to see the sunrise. I swallow my nerves while Chen impatiently drags me over to the others.

The guy on the left is the first one to notice us. He shakes his hair, the brunette strands catching light before he switches off the headlights. He’s tall with beautifully toned skin, whistling when we step off of the sidewalk. “Damn hyung, took you long enough.”

Chen shrugs. “Catching the prize was a bit of a struggle.” He rattles my arm for emphasis, his smirk visible under a flickering streetlight.

“Oh?” The brunette’s eyes trail over me, focusing on my pulsing arm before shifting back to the prick next to me. “Looks a bit like damaged goods, hyung.”

“That wouldn’t be the case if it had acted accordingly.” He shrugs, nonchalantly looking me over.

My eyes and mouth twitch. It is really taking everything in me not to say something.

“Hopefully hyung doesn’t mind,” The other tall guy speaks up, eyeing me warily while I stare at his unnaturally orange hair.

“Byun won’t do shit,” Chen waves him off, pulling me closer to a parked bike three parking spaces away. “He hasn’t before and he won’t start now.”

The orange-top guy starts to reply until a loudly revved engine fills the air, announcing the arrival of more motorcycles entering the deserted parking lot. I glare at the biker driving in front, from his laid back posture alone he must be the leader.

“Baekhyun!” Chen yells into the still night with a cocky grin, laughing gleefully. “So happy for you to finally join us. I feared we’d start without you.”

The leader calmly parks his bike a couple of feet away, pulling off his helmet while the other five bikers join him. I bite my cheek to hold back my gasp when his face is revealed. What I expected was some forty-year-old gang member with a huge tattoo, crooked beard, and salt/pepper hair. Not a twenty-something-year-old with one of the most attractive faces I’ve ever seen in my life.

His light brown hair ruffles in the wind, the salty scent of the sea rolling in. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, looking at the man next to me with a blank expression on his face. Baekhyun’s eyes slowly follow Chen’s arm down to my own in his tight grasp. His eyes linger on my injured arm, the clench of his jaw and flare of his nostrils has my eyes shooting down to look at it myself.

The sight of blood steadily dripping from my ripped sleeve has me wincing. I bite my lip hard to hold back a pain-filled whimper.

Baekhyun cuts his eyes back to Chen with a murderous glare, “Jongdae.” He hisses venomously.

Chen stiffens, his grip loosening on my arm, “Byun?” He’s caught off guard, the confusion rings loudly in his uncertain voice.

“What the fuck is this?” Baekhyun looks at my arm then at him again, his voice growing louder by the minute. “Why the hell is she bleeding?”

“She wasn’t…” Willing to come? Willing to follow a stranger? Willing to get pulled out of a store for nothing? “Very compliant.”

“And you brought her here anyway?” Baekhyun gives him an incredulous look, his eyes narrowed at the latter’s silence. “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do.”

I shift on my feet, highly uncomfortable just witnessing this exchange. The other bikers watching them quietly doesn’t calm my nerves in the slightest. I know one thing for certain—the tension can be cut with a knife, and I’m not about to be in the middle of this hell much longer.

“I was walking with her down the street, and she fell.” Chen chooses to say.

I crack my neck when I whip it around to face him. “Really?” I snap. “You purposely yanked me forward and let go, yet dare say I fucking fell?!”

Chen scowls at me. “Well if you weren’t being such a bi‒” He pales when I sense a dark aura behind me.

I turn around to a furious Baekhyun. His brown eyes blaze brightly in anger amongst the pitch darkness of the night, the wind tousling his hair across his forehead. The urge to take a step back is high until I remember who is right behind me. Baekhyun takes one look at me then turns his fire-filled gaze to the fearful man behind me. “I’ll deal with you later.”

I look down at the sudden hand gently grabbing my uninjured arm, meeting Baekhyun’s eyes before he takes a step back. And for some reason; I follow. He keeps his eyes steady on mine before turning to address the others. “I’m calling it off.” His gaze meets every individual one of theirs. “Any objections?”

No one even so much as moves.

Baekhyun firmly nods, peering down at me with a raised brow. “Come with me?” Even while he asks, I’m already being led over to his bike. He grabs his helmet and pauses, turning to me, the dim street lights reflecting the mysterious glint in his brown eyes. “Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”

I look at the bike then back at him, narrowing my eyes. “Are you planning to kill me with it?”

The corner of his lips twitch up, “that’s a no then. May I?”

Eyeing the helmet in his hands, I nod, quickly muttering, “if I die, I’m suing you,” when he starts to place it on my head.

Baekhyun chuckles. “Don’t worry.” He adjusts the helmet with a teasing little grin, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “You’re in good hands.”

“Uh huh—oof!” I yelp when he suddenly lifts me up and sets me on the back of his vehicle—that seems one hundred times more intimidating now that I’m sitting on it. “I swear, Byun, if I fall‒”

“You won’t.” Baekhyun affirms. He throws his leg over the motorcycle and climbs onto it with grace, throwing one last look back at me before starting the engine. It purrs in a way I’ve never heard before. The low, crispy sound vibrates through my entire body when his deep voice reaches my ears. “Hold on tight.”

When he revs the engine, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. The fear of death is greater than the pulsing of my bleeding arm. We speed out into the street, the others becoming mere specks of shadowy figures in the distance as we go further down the dirt road.

My eyes stay partially closed until I remember that I’m wearing a helmet, and if anyone has to do that its Baekhyun. Which is fucking scary considering the fact that he is the one driving! Steering this two-wheeled vehicle that tilts side to side depending on the gravitational pull of the earth and the wind.

I flinch when we roll over a bump in the road, gripping the front of Baekhyun’s shirt. I can’t tell if it’s the motorcycle or his chuckles causing the vibrations in his chest when I rest my head on his back. The sun is slowly rising, pale light peeking over the horizon. It bounces off of the calm ocean water in the distance. It’s fascinating, how the ocean and the cloudy sky meet, like a snowglobe full of cascading sparkles.

The blur of buildings comes into focus when we slow down, Baekhyun resting his feet on the ground when we reach a red light. Recognizing the slightly run-down buildings, my heart rate picks up. “Baekhyun? Where are we going?” I ask warily. Instead of replying, he pats my clenched fist in a pacifying manner and takes off once the light switches to green.

Gulping down my nerves, I make sure to take note of every street we go down in case I have to hightail my ass out of wherever we are headed. The sight of small brick houses and wide front porches brings a wave of nostalgia over me—and not in a good way. All I can do is hold onto him and hope I stay in one piece until we reach our destination. The weight of my knife concealed in my left boot gives me little reassurance.

We start to slow down on a street that welcomes us with the largest maple tree that I’ve ever seen, followed by small but surprisingly well-kept homes. It’s pretty for the infamous neighborhood that we are in, and the house we stop in front of in particular is the nicest one.

Baekhyun drives up the driveway and parks, getting off the motorcycle with grace before helping me down as well. I flinch when I try to straighten my injured arm. It hurts worse than it did earlier, burning every time my denim jacket sways in the wind and brushes against it. I keep my arm bent at the elbow while clutching it to my chest.

Baekhyun notices but doesn’t say anything. He walks up to the house while I linger behind, taking in the flower-filled yard. Pretty pink roses and beautifully bloomed dandelions take up most of the land. Growing steadily alongside the driveway and sidewalk, their healthy petals awaiting the sunlight.

“Hey.”

Turning back to Baekhyun, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe of the open door. The sun shines down on his caramel-colored coat, black graphic tee shirt, and leather pants. The more I look at him, the more confused I get. How on earth is he in a bike gang? He has no visible tattoos, no piercings. The only things “gangsta” about him are his sharp brown eyes, confident stance, and authoritative aura.

Baekhyun clears his throat, jolting me from my thoughts. He raises a brow with a tilt of his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “Come in.” He disappears into the house before I can give any sort of reply.

Pulling my phone out of my bra, I snap a picture of the street sign and send it to my friend so they know my whereabouts—just in case. I tuck it back under my shirt and take one last look at the quiet neighborhood before entering the house.

The only way I can describe the interior is warm. With light brown walls and darker carpeted floors. The living room alone is full of worn-in couches with pretty throw blankets. When I start to take off my shoes, Baekhyun pops up, shaking his head, “there’s more dirt on this floor than out in the yard.”

He walks off into another part of the house with his heeled boots and loud footsteps. I spot a bright orange crumpled leaf and a patch of dried grass in the center of the room. Heeding his advice, I take a wary glance at the unlocked door before going to look for him. Walking to the other side of the living room, I’m met with a doorway to the kitchen on my left and a hallway to my right. Finding no sign of Baekhyun in the tidy room, I venture down the hall.

“In here,” he calls out just as I pass the first door on the left.

Backtracking a few steps, I look inside the bathroom while he rummages in the cabinet under the sink. My eyes move back to him when he swears.

“I know I left it somewhere,” he mumbles just as his eyes caught sight of something. With a tug, he pulls back to close the doors, standing up with a familiar red box in his hands. “Have a seat,” he beckons me over, gesturing to the closed toilet lid with his chin.

I settle myself on the cold surface, the white porcelain chilling my skin through my jeans. Watching him carefully while he sets the first-aid kit beside the sink and takes out antibacterial wipes. When he reaches for my arm I flinch back.

Baekhyun gives me a look. “May I?”

Sighing deeply and gritting my teeth, I nod with a roll of my eyes, slowly taking off my ripped jacket and dropping it in the bathtub. I look away when he draws nearer with the wipe, clenching my hand into a fist. The sting brings tears to my eyes.

After what feels like hours, Baekhyun gets to work on the gauze, gently wrapping it around my arm and taping it together. I take a few deep breaths as he moves over to the sink, focusing on the sound of running water instead of the irritated skin of my scratched palms.

“You won’t need stitches,” Baekhyun murmurs thoughtfully, his voice breaking the silence, echoing across the tiled walls of the room. He dries his hands on an indigo blue towel hanging from a high bathroom rack attached to the wall. “...Are you okay?”

The hint of concern in his voice is surprising, it prompts my eyes shift over to him. “Yea—Fuck!” I hiss loudly, quickly bending my elbow back to its position. The tender wound throbs painfully in sync with my racing heartbeat.

His brows raise. He crosses his arms, leaning his hip against the counter and giving me another knowing look. I only glare back at him.

Baekhyun sighs tiredly. “I’ll get you an Advil.” He shakes his head, making his way out of the room and venturing further down the hallway. I clutch my arm to my chest, sending a quick text to my friend to come pick me up. Thankfully she’s right around the block, passing through the neighborhood on her way back home from work.

A smile curls on my lips when she sends a picture of the great maple tree at the nearest red light. The bandages crinkle when I stand up, grabbing my jacket and tentatively closing the first-aid kit before heading back towards the front of the house. Heavy footsteps have my head whipping back around to find Baekhyun in the hallway with a box of Advil in his hands. “Hey,” he cracks an awkward smile, his hair slightly disheveled.

I narrow my eyes at him.

The smile slowly falls off his face. He clears his throat, gesturing to the box in his hand. “I got you the Advil.”

“I see.” I don’t take my eyes off of him for a minute, shifting my weight so I can retrieve my knife if the need arises. His body language is off and his intentions are not clear. I make sure to keep distance between us; I’ve been in this situation a million times before. Whatever he is trying to achieve with this small talk, I am not up for sticking around to find out.

“Do you, uh‒” he runs a hand through his hair. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I called a friend,” I smile tightly.

“Oh.” His hand falls down to his side. He shoves it into his pocket and outstretches the box in his hand towards me. “Here, half the box is left. You probably need them more than‒” his eyes catch mine and he clears his throat again, “me.”

I look him up and down and carefully take the box from his hand, avoiding making any contact. My lips twitch in a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Thanks.”

Baekhyun nods, shoving both hands in his pockets, the velvet green underside of his coat showing when he parts his lips again. “About what happened earli‒”

The rev of a sports car engine cuts him off. “Hop in, bitch!” my best friend yells, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of this shady neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. “We’re going home!”

I glance at the open door then shoot him a forced, polite smile. “Thanks um… Baekhyun, was it? But there’s my ride. I got to go.”

Baekhyun nods while I make sure I have everything, tucking the box of medicine under my good arm. “See you around,” he speaks up when I’m halfway through the door.

Darting my eyes back to him with my hand on the screen door, I smile my fakest smile, letting it slam shut behind me. “Bye!” With a roll of my eyes, I match down the driveway to my friend’s car and hop in with a passive-aggressive smile.

“What the hell happened to your arm?” she raises a perfectly arched brow.

“A situation you never want to be in while shopping for hairspray, Alison. Now drive.”

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bloodline. - ch. 2/5: anathema.

Story info:

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping

Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action

Chapter info:

Release date: 21st October 2023

Word count: 4 402

Warnings: mentions of death & violence

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Previous Chapter

There were different ways in which this situation could possibly end. During the hours spent traveling through the forest, Baekhyun was certain he thought over the most possible ones.

It didn’t mean, however, that he could find solutions to those that weren’t too optimistic. If the weather got any worse and they lost all their strengths, he maybe could have called someone, but what if that someone betrayed him? With what happened that day, he didn’t feel like he had anyone left to trust. Should he kill the person he was traveling with to provide himself with their warmth and clothes? Or should he be the one to, like a gentleman, die to give them the opportunity to find safety? From the objective point of view, he realized, he was more likely to survive in the weather, with his body obviously stronger.

Yet, he didn’t find himself able to make the choice anyway. He was fully aware that neither him, or you, would be able to kill the other person, and neither would he be able to end his own life.

And so he spent the hours pondering on different scenarios, growing aware, however, that his influence on the outcome of your situation was marginal.

With all of the above considered, your family being the ones to find the two of you first did not surprise him. With the tragedy that fell upon his own, he doubted anyone would be looking for him this soon. The one that attacked them, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t assume that he managed to escape the burning building, for as long as they didn’t rummage through it to see who was left inside, which would require the fire to be put out first.

In the meantime, your family must have been currently in pursuit anyway.

And he knew, he very well knew, what it meant, when the door of the black car opened and your father stepped out, a man whom he hated with his whole existence, far more than he ever hated you, even despite your origins.

If only he was in a better state, he would risk running for it; the forest was thick, the snow was everywhere. But he was too tired, too exhausted, freezing. The longer he thought about it, the more he realized how useless would that be; he could be tracked so easily in the snow, and the sun was shining so bright that he wouldn’t be able to hide. His only hope would be that your family wouldn’t care enough and just leave him there, and then maybe, just maybe, he would find a way to the town, and survive.

But, with the events prior, with how his family put a hand on your bloodline, he had no doubt that letting him go would require a special kind of mercy that your father was not known for.

Maybe, just maybe, if he had any kind of weapon, he would take you hostage, put you in between him and your father and trade his life for yours. He felt so awfully weak and helpless though, and when you walked toward your family, finally finding your safety, he knew he’s left alone.

Yet, he hid the emotions behind a mask of indifference, glaring straight into your father’s eyes as if it didn’t bother him at all, and as if the nearest moments wouldn’t decide his fate.

He didn’t have the guts to look after you when you disappeared behind your brother. It was only when you were far away, that your father nodded at the driver, and the man disappeared in the car for a few seconds.

“Your family has finally gotten what they deserved for their unloyalty, or so I’ve heard” he spoke. The driver came out of the car, handing your father a black, polished handgun. Baekhyun refused to respond. “It was about the time you bow to those who you depend on.” His voice was ridden off emotions, tearing through remains of Baekhyun’s confidence. “I said, bow.”

With a movement lacking an ounce of hesitation, the man raised his hand and shot.

Pain shook Baekhyun’s body, originating in his ankle. The boy all but whimpered, falling to his knees. He didn’t want to pretend he had any strength left. The pain, although almost paralyzing, didn’t matter anymore; his body was too numb. He breathed heavily.

He saw the man lift the gun again, aware that the short conversation was already over.

But that was when he noticed you, pushing the door of the car open, in the corner of his vision.

That’s nice, he thought. You found it in himself to try and save him, after all that happened. But it didn’t matter, your father would not change his mind.

His thoughts started to slip away when another gunshot tore through the air. He thought for a second, was he dead? How come he didn’t feel it? Why did he not feel anything at all?

He heard a scream. And it was a masculine voice, yet, not his own…

He looked up. His eyes widened.

Your father was leaning against the car, fingers pressed into his bleeding arm. The gun fell out of his grasp and now laid discarded on the road. And to the side, stood yourself… with a gun as well. Your brother was already behind you, shock displayed on his face as much as on yours.

Did you… really? In any other circumstances, he would have laughed.

“Holy shit” your brother gawked, but only for a moment. He registered you freeze in shock for a few moments, and carefully pulled the gun out of your poor hands, noting they were starting to tremble, and then quickly hid the thing in the holster by his own belt. Your father’s loud cursing ripped through the air, making you flinch. You clenched your fists, forcing yourself to stay put.

And then ran.

To Baekhyun.

“Get up, quickly” you commanded weakly, your body shaking so much Baekhyun silently wondered how could you make a step without tripping over.

You helped him to his feet and then started pulling him toward your brother’s car. He didn’t say a word, still almost as shocked as you were, the thought of refusing the wordless offer not even crossing his mind.

Your father’s driver stared at the scene helplessly. Maybe you’d find it in yourself to be sorry for him, suspecting that your father will put part of the blame on the poor man, but it was the least of your worries at the moment. The truth was, he had no power to stop you even if he tried.

Besides, your brother already managed to get Baekhyun in the backseats.

The man fall onto the cushioned surface with a heavy thud. Chanyeol started the car, pulling you by your sleeve to stop you from staring behind and get in.

Tires screeched.

Still a bit stunned when he revved up the engine, the realization slowly sunk in. Increasing speed mirrored Chanyeol’s immense need to leave the entire scene far behind. He was only starting to grow aware that it could certainly not erase the eventual consequences of what just occurred.

In the backseats, Baekhyun laid almost motionlessly, eyes fixated on the silhouettes of people he not so long ago considered his sworn enemies.

“What the hell did you just do” he finally muttered, although not as firmly as he would like to. The warmth seeped through his body along with pain of his limbs un-freezing. His vision blurred.

“I… I don’t know” you admitted. You sounded as if you were crying, but your worn out body refused to shed tears. You managed to retrieve the first aid kit from underneath the seat, and tried to shakily wrap a band around his injured leg. “I-I panicked…”

“He’ll be fine” Chanyeol spoke, looking at the two in the mirror. “He honestly deserved it. Really. But he’ll be okay.”

“What do we do now…”

“I’ll get us somewhere safe until this all calms down.” Baekhyun could tell, he was forcing himself to stay strong for his dear sister. He somehow wished that he could be this strong, too.

“Chanyeol, I’m sorry, I dragged you into this…”

“Don’t apologize. I will keep you safe.”

They seemed to keep talking, but Baekhyun couldn’t care less. The warmth surrounding him was comforting, and he didn’t feel much pain anymore. Although the sensation of peace had to be short-living, he decided the best he can do is let himself succumb to it for the time being.

Besides, he didn’t remember the last time he felt this safe, as when your tender, cold fingers catered to his wound. He briefly thought that he could just stay like this.

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“Did you know what dad did?”

Your voice was rather quiet as you sat in the front seat, next to your brother who drove the car. There was a blanket wrapped around you, but you couldn’t fall asleep, glancing at the silhouette resting motionlessly in the backseat. Although you managed to get his temperature right and the bleeding wasn’t serious, you just worried. But his breath was steady and his face was calm whenever you looked back.

Chanyeol glanced at you. His brows furrowed in concern at your own state.

“Yeah. I found out when you were taken. That’s why… I wasn’t that surprised when you stood for this Byun. I had a feeling you’d also find out one way or another.” He let out a deep sigh. “I was worried for you, really, but being on his side feels just… disgusting. I don’t know, it’s our dad, but it just doesn’t feel like it.”

“Did it ever feel like it?” you muttered, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping yourself tighter with the blanket. Maybe you were overthinking – maybe you were just looking for excuses, as if it was obvious for years that he was not the father you deserved. Anything to make it easier to justify what you’ve done. “What do we do now, Chanyeol? I just shot our dad. To save someone he wanted dead. He came all this way to save me and I shot him. My dad.” Your hands shook as you buried face in your knees, realizing that tears finally started running freely down your cheeks, and, after all you went through, the emotions simply took over.

“You hurt him to save someone’s life” Chanyeol corrected calmly. “You didn’t do anything irreparable, but he tried to. And he’s the one who made all of this happen. He’s the reason you were kidnapped. Looking for you was the least he should have done anyway” he huffed. His words sounded sensible even to you, and you felt that if you don’t believe him, you’ll lose your mind. “How did it happen, though? I’ve heard what happened at the Byuns, but actually, why did you go with him?”

You shrugged, but memories of the last evening, so irrelevant from where you were now, came back to you.

“I was locked in the mansion when the fire broke out… He got me out to run away.” You pondered on it for a few moments. “He… saved my life. He didn’t have to, it wasn’t even his responsibility. He could have gone to help other people, too, there for sure have been people to help, and his family was there… But he saved my life.” You sniffled.

“See? So you did the right thing by saving his.” Chanyeol reached his hand and ruffled your hair comfortingly.

“Chanyeol, what will we do now…”

He let out a sigh.

“I know some people” he announced calmly. “I hope you realize we’ll need to hide for some time if we don’t want this guy tracked. Best to stay away until it all calms down, anyway.” You nodded with understanding. “So, I have a spare car, since this one is probably easily trackable. And I have friends who will help us hide and take care of the guy. So, just trust me.”

That all sounded reasonable, but you frowned at his explanations, threads just not matching in your mind.

“Why do you have a spare car? And who are those… friends?”

Chanyeol glanced at you, raising his eyebrows as if the answer was obvious.

“You’re not the only one who’s trying to escape this farce.”

⁂

You didn’t know how long you spent in the shower of a small apartment in the most rusty area you’ve ever seen. You were certain half of the buildings should have been demolished long years ago, and you would attract more attention by arriving here with the expensive, black car your brother owned, than you ended up doing by carrying a man with shot ankle. Fortunately, your brother’s “new” car was covered in more rust than actual paint.

Your body finally managed to warm up, but fatigue was taking over and you barely found it in yourself to get out from underneath the hot stream, drying yourself with a towel you were given and putting on some sweatpants and a big flannel shirt that belonged to the apartment’s owner. The clothes were cozy and dry, and that’s all you needed them to be.

You walked into the living room, sitting nearby the man who was carefully tending to Baekhyun’s wound. You found out his name was Yixing, and he was Chanyeol’s old friend. As for a medic, his apartment wasn’t too fancy, although certainly clean and well-organized. You suspected he may have been an illegal immigrant, and you wouldn’t be surprised if the case was similar for many other inhabitants of the suspicious district.

“Will he be okay?” you asked unsurely. Baekhyun’s eyes were half-open, and he seemed to be conscious again, but certainly in no shape to answer or join the conversation. Chanyeol took off most of his wet clothes, and the man still shivered slightly, even despite blankets wrapped around him and a heating pad at his feet.

Yixing glanced at you.

“Surprisingly, yes” he announced calmly. “This” he pointed at the injury “is nothing big. The frostbite would be a bigger problem, but it miraculously doesn’t seem like he’ll be losing toes anytime soon. Lucky of him. But it will take some time before he can walk. For both reasons.”

You nodded, relieved. You closed your eyes for just a brief second and it somehow led to almost falling off the stool. Yixing eyed you cautiously with a small, polite smile appearing when you looked back.

“You should rest. I’ll need to check on you, too, but it needs to wait. My bedroom is on the left. Sorry, I didn’t have the time to change the bedsheets, but feel free to sleep there. Don’t worry about anything. He’s in good hands.”

You couldn’t express the gratitude you were feeling at the moment. No matter how suspicious this area felt, you were already certain that Yixing was a real angel living there. You thought of all the things you would do to return the kindness, but your mind started dozing off, and as soon as you arrived in the small bedroom and laid down on the bed, wrapping the duvet around yourself, everything became irrelevant and the comforting darkness swallowed you fully.

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Chanyeol stood in the grocery store, in front of the rice aisle, staring at the boxes in front of him with thoughtful consideration, whether “premium rice” was any better than “rice”, considering that they both costed almost the same. He felt like a child; all his life, there was always someone to do grocery for him, to cook for him, and at some point he discovered that he never really considered how those simple daily tasks are relevant to survival.

He stared at the grocery list, written messily by Yixing and left for him to tend to. But how could he know which type of rice will be good? He knew of different types of it, obviously, but the list literally just said “rice”. With time, it got to him how much about real life he will have to learn if he decides to leave the comfort of his house and wealth.

He left the store with a huge stack of everything that he thought Yixing could need, either now or in the future, trying as well as he could to return the favor that his friend was doing for him and others right now.

The snow was falling in thick clusters, and wind had picked up, the weather becoming way worse than the day before, and he could only imagine how bad would it be, was his sister and their new acquaintance to stay in it for hours. In the old, rusty car, the heating somehow worked, but it took quite a while to warm up the space around him as he sat behind the wheel. His black car, now left behind for anyone to find, had the ability to warm up almost instantly.

He was about to start driving, when his phone rung and he glanced at the device, considering for a short moment, whether it’s something he should answer. But he put the phone by his ear.

“Chanyeol? Are you okay?!”

“…Mom.”

His voice broke when the caller’s identity became known. He felt his hands tremble when he turned the car’s engine back off.

“Are you and [F/n] okay? I’ve heard Byuns took you two hostage…!”

Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who told you that?”

“Your father, obviously…”

The woman’s voice was clearly tense, but he had an impression that more than an expression of care about your wellbeing, she demanded explanations. He needed to admit that both of your parents were quite similar in their nature; business like theirs couldn’t leave people unimpacted, and at this point, he learned not to expect too much.

“It’s not true. I shot him” Chanyeol announced, as if it was the most obvious thing. It was almost not a lie; he was the one who gave you his own gun. Upon your request, of course, but it was his choice to help you.

“You didn’t” she stated sternly. The man kept quiet for a few moments, taken aback by the answer. “The kid of Byuns’ took your gun, overpowered you and your sister. Everybody knows that.”

Her voice pressured him, and he finally got the hint; all sins could be forgiven, it said. No one needed to know what happened. Her children wouldn’t put a stain on her family’s name. That’s what it meant.

“No” he finally spoke and his voice broke once again. “That’s not what happened. What happened, is that our father tried to kill someone innocent just because that person belonged to the family he doesn’t get along with. And we just couldn’t look at it.” He felt his anger grow and he dug his fingers into the car’s steering wheel. “The truth is, he’s a ruthless murderer who doesn’t care about his family, and only about his image. And that your bloodline will die off, because you will be all left alone” he snarled.

There was a silence on the other side for quite a while, and neither of them decided to soothe it. His mother’s breath was calmer than he expected it to be. His own breaths came out ragged, yet not even an ounce of him wanted to take his words back.

“Are you certain of what you just said, Park Chanyeol?”

The weight of the situation fell onto him, but there was still nothing that would convince him otherwise; maybe just fear, crawling in him, the fear of being the one left alone in the end, of losing what he got so used to in his life. The wealth, the opportunities, the endless security that his family could provide – there would none of these be left for him. Or for you.

“I’ve never been more certain” he confirmed, his voice finally calm.

“Then don’t call yourself a Park anymore. From now on, you’re on your own. From now on, none of us will help you, care for you, shield you, because you’re not the heir of Parks. Go and live the life you chose. Wish you all the best.”

The line went dead.

He sat in his car, observing the snow fall down and gather on the hood. It would melt easily as the car was still heated up, but Chanyeol felt the stillness surround him, as if he would just bury himself in the snowflakes if given enough time.

But the stillness couldn’t last forever; not yet, not now. He still held the phone in his hand and he knew he needs to act. It was just a matter of time before his family-owned bank account would be suspended. He would be a fool if he didn’t expect that to eventually happen, so he spent the last years gradually transferring money to another account that he owned without his parents’ knowledge. Never too high amounts, knowing that there were no questions he could answer.

Now was the time to see if his efforts paid off.

There was one thing that pumped his adrenaline high, bringing him back to life after the fears and terrors of the past days. Because for the first time in his life, he felt like he was in charge of what was happening; no longer a puppet to his family’s politics, but someone who planned ahead further than his relatives did, and therefore, capable of adjusting to the situation at hand before they could make their steps known.

So, for all he had, with the banking app in his phone, he transferred all that he could without exceeding the imposed limits. That should be enough, right? He could go on with his life. His pride told him, that maybe using his parents’ money after what he’d done was not the right thing to do. But then, he realized, they had no remorse before using his whole life, his emotions, for their business. So maybe there was nothing wrong in taking what they owed him.

And, he promised himself, it would not be the last thing he would take.

Sending a single message with his phone, he turned it off, took out the battery and opened the car’s window, launching the device into the nearby trashcan.

He may have not had anything to do with his family now, but it didn’t mean he had no interests left with them. He had no doubts that the phone could be tracked, and he couldn’t have that.

He arrived back at Yixing’s flat about twenty minutes later, with his arms full of heavy bags and a wide, excited smile on his face that he just couldn’t wipe off.

Yixing was in the kitchen cooking, and his eyes widened at the sight.

“Oh, that’s… more than I asked” he muttered shyly.

“Don’t mind it” Chanyeol shrugged. “I’m trying to repay you for all… that. And, besides, I’ll need to ask you to let us stay over for a few days. I already messaged Junmyeon, but I had to throw out my phone, so he’ll probably text you instead” he spoke while placing down all the bags and starting to cautiously put items in the spots of the small kitchen that he found appropriate. Yixing observed him a bit awkwardly, clearly taken aback by the display of kindness.

“Don’t worry about it” he spoke after a moment. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, I understand that you want to stay with your sister from now on, but what about… you know… him?”

Chanyeol froze with a six-pack of milk in his hands.

“Honestly, I have no idea. You know.”

Yixing already heard some of the story, but Chanyeol trusted him like no one else.

“I really had no idea what would happen. When we found out that they’re together, I was confused too, but dad told me that he took her hostage and was probably planning to blackmail us. And I believed him. Heck, they kidnapped [F/n], of course I believed they’re bad.” He slowly put the six-pack in the fridge, although it would barely fit on the shelf. He only hoped there’s enough space for other things as well. “But then when we got her back, I took her to the car, and she just… When she realized our dad’s going to kill him, she looked completely broken. I mean, who knows, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something like that, but hey, they did spend the entire night in that forest, with that nasty weather, and somehow survived. If she didn’t want him dead, why would I? And besides…” Chanyeol hesitated. “It was just easy to believe they’re our enemies, but then I thought, like damn… He’s Baekhee’s brother. How could I let him die?”

“I might just get sentimental.”

They both turned their heads at the sound of a new voice.

Baekhyun stood in the kitchen’s entry, leaning against the doorframe and trying to put his weight on the uninjured leg, but his face was terribly pale and he looked like he could collapse any second.

“You can’t get up” Yixing protested right away, but it wasn’t him that Baekhyun’s eyes were fixated on. Chanyeol stared back, his face a bit tense, but it was as if some kind of mutual understanding started growing between the two. It was Baekhyun that broke the silence.

“Baekhee told me about you. She once sneaked out of family dinner to meet you. My parents were so mad” he spoke with a small smile appearing on his face. “I covered for her, though. You two are close, aren’t you?” Without waiting for Chanyeol to confirm, he continued. “You want to save her.”

“Don’t you, too?” Chanyeol asked. Although the answer was obvious, the question carried much more weight – it wasn’t meant to negate Baekhyun’s bond with his sister. In other words, it meant about the same, as: do you want to save her, together?

“We will save her” Baekhyun replied without an ounce of hesitation. “And we will all get out of here. All four of us. No more old money, no more of this cruel theater. Are you in, Park Chanyeol?”

Chanyeol couldn’t help but smirk a little, although he knew that the offer is fully serious.

“No longer a Park. But I’m in. Let’s do it.”

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Author’s note: Ahhhh this felt so good to finish up! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and still have the patience to wait for the next ones~!

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Military Discharge (M)

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Warning: This is a mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

*Sequel from 100 Days My Prince.

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Baekhyun

Reader

‘Better safe than to be sorry’

1333 words

Today is the day your husband, Byun Baekhyun, was discharged from the military. Waiting for him for around a year and nine months feels longer for you, though he returned home once in a while. You are thankful to be invited to watch the closing ceremony for those who have completed their military service. He may not notice you taking pictures of him since you are covering yourself with face masks for protection. “Better safe than to be sorry” you remember your husband always reminding you of the pandemic standard health procedure.

When all soldiers who completed military service are dismissed, you finally saw him coming out from the military stage. You wave at him and he sees you too. You can see his smile although he covers himself with face masks. You quickly run to him when you saw him spreading his arm open wide. “Gosh, it’s been two weeks. I miss my love so much” he tightens his embrace. “Me too, hubby…. Let’s go home” and he nods in agreement.

“You must be tired. I’ll drive,” you insist although Baekhyun offers to drive home. He just smiles. Baekhyun asks to drop by and buy some takeaway food since he doesn’t want to see you spending time doing house chores. “I want to spend time with you, my love. All I see was a muscular man at the camp, at the social work…. Gosh, I thought I’m going crazy” you only laugh hearing him saying that.

When you reach home, your husband strictly wants you two to clean yourselves first. You agree with him; since the pandemic is still around though the situation gradually getting better. You ask him to have a bath first, while you clean your hands and transfer the food bought earlier to a few plates. You take turns to take bath while Baekhyun takes his time calling his parents about him being safely and healthily discharged from military service. After that, both of you enjoy the food together. He continues chatting even at the kitchen table, telling you about his military life; what was happening every morning at the social work, the important events, and some memories that he cannot forget while he was doing military service. He feels good to be able to take a break from the entertainment world and has a chance to socialise with professional soldiers, and social workers and be friends with them.

You carefully listen to each history your husband tells you. You share his happiness for being able to complete his military service; as you know that alongside Suho, his military service was a bit longer than his fellow EXO members. “Wow…. I wonder what happen the moment I return to the entertainment world. I must be like when I was still a rookie, being awkward and all that” he expresses his concern. “Don’t worry hubby, you’ll be fine. After all, you are called Genius Idol for a reason” you encouraged him. “Thank you, sweetie. Without your love and support, I seriously can’t face this world alone” He sighs.

He helps you with the dishes. However, when you stare at his body from behind, you feel that his body is toner than before though it’s just two weeks since you last see each other. You can’t help yourself but feel sensual around him; as it’s been too long since you’re not been together. “Hubby….” You slowly get closer to him and hug him from the back. He understands you and he too wanted the same. He finishes washing dishes and immediately hugs you back, fiercely kissing you while he slowly leads you to the bedroom.

Today, going to the bedroom seems longer than you think at the present. You need him urgently. “Hubby, I want you now…. I can’t stand anymore….” You plead. “Sweetie, just a few steps to….” But you don’t care, you fully undress him right before the bedroom. He didn’t argue with you, taking off your clothes until you are as bare as him. You hastily kneel down and taste his long, delicious cock. He grunts while moving his body along with your movement.

You wrap his waist with your right leg while gently grinding your lower part against his, and ferociously kissing each other, as you two explore each other bodies, making you both moan erotically. “You’re fully wet now, sweetie…. I need you now; I can’t wait anymore.”

“Ummm…. me too….” you whimper as you keep grinding yourself against his lower part. Hearing your approval, he instantly inserts his already hard member inside you, while still standing. You two grunt louder. “I want to…. Ugh….”

“Cum around my cock, let me feel your hot juice” your husband takes turns sucking your nipples while holding your waist steadily. You reach your first orgasm, as you squeal louder. Amazingly, your husband releases his warm juice right after you cum as well. Yet, you still feel his shaft hard, and you know well that the round has not ended. “Next round” he takes a deep breath, hurriedly carrying you to the bedroom, and locking the door.

He lays down with you, quickly spreading your legs apart, and he enters you once again, in a missionary position. You keep moaning while clawing his back, but he simply doesn’t care as you two are letting go of that longingness together.

“Ahhhh hubby, ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ummm fuck yeah ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhh” you moan loudly while he slams his dick harder and faster into you, making you reach your second orgasm.

“Hubby…. More….” You beg shortly after taking a deep breath. “Of course, my love” he kisses you.

He places you on top of him again, sitting together upright on the bed, facing each other. His member is still inside you, this time he moves slowly, making sweet love with you. “I miss doing this” you slurred. “Don’t worry, I’m here now. We’ll do this frequently” he kisses your forehead. “Ohh…. You are so tight….” He continues while licking and sucking your boobs. “Ohh, hubby…. Why do I feel yours is getting longer and bigger…. Ahhh ahhhh, do you eat something….” you compliment him while blowing a kiss on his temple, then going down to his ear. “Maybe exercise helps, sweetie. But I could do this all night, your moan always making me hard again and again each time. Moan for me again, my love” you whine harder, your pussy is getting wetter hearing naughty words from him.

All of a sudden, his hand reaches out for your clit while still fucking you, constantly rubbing it making you arch your back while calling his name in fortissimo. You shiver, sending another orgasm over you. Your husband spins you around when you are still out not recovering from your last orgasm and currently taking you from behind while back hugging you. His right hand grope one of your breasts while the other hand caresses your stomach, then down all the way to your sensitive clit again.

“Ahhhh…. hubby ummm…. Ahhh ahhhh….ummm …. faster….” You urge him while supporting both of you with your hands. He obeys you and goes as fast as he could. You both scream louder, not caring about whoever hears it anymore. “Love…. ugh…. cumming…. AHHHH” your husband only manages to utter those words when you finally cum together. He quivers and groans loudly while shooting his warm juice deep inside your womb, and you both fall together on the bed, exhausted from the lovely intercourse.

Even with his eyes already half closed, he is still able to find your lips. You two kiss dearly for a moment. “My best gift for Valentine’s Day ever,” you said. “My military discharge or our lovemaking?” he asks while snuggling with you. “Both” you two giggling while patting his chest fluffily. “I love you forever and ever” Baekhyun hugs you to sleep. “I love you too, until the end of my life” and soon after you also sleep peacefully next to your husband.

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obsession | chapter 5

pairing: reader x baekhyun

word count: 10k

genre: yandere au | this is heavily inspired by the show 'you'

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warnings for this chapter: mention of murder, mental illness(s), mention of death(s), implied violence, manipulation, mature language, smut, violence, obsessiveness, agression

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

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playlist for this chapter:

cupid - baekhyun pov

monster - baekhyun pov

where is my mind - y/n pov

all eyes on me - y/n pov

s&m - both

earned it - both

(a/n): hi guys it's been a while since i updated. i can't explain how sorry i am because of that. luckily i'm back to writing again at a faster pace, and i'm so excited to share this next chapter with you guys. i truly hope you guys enjoy it, and like always, replies are open. please send me messages, requests, your thoughts! always appreciated! reblog and like as it really helps me out. have fun reading!

Baekhyun's POV

There was only one thing that Baekhyun could think about while he watched the body bag being lifted from the ground and outside the door; and to put it simply, you.

There was almost something completely different about you, the way you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you spoke to your higher up, putting on a little show filled with waterfalls of tears and a quivering cupid's bow. He didn't leave his place off the sofa, a paramedic slowly examining him and asking him questions every now and then. They handed him an ice pack for now, later on they'll do a better investigation of his wounds.

But in all honesty, Baekhyun was fine. He was actually thriving, he had never felt this good in his entire life. Because in just a few steps ahead of him in the dingy apartment that once held three bodies instead of a dozen, the love of his life was lying for him. Doing his dirty work for him, without even having to find out who he really was; what he was capable of doing for...you.

There was a falter in the feelings however, maybe he wanted you to know. And maybe you would come to accept him, regardless of how devout he was for you. You'd like his worship for you, the way he'd bend and bow down to your every single need. But there was the crashing impending anxiety that there was the slim, chance that you wouldn't want him anymore. And Baekhyun could never have that.

So he ignores the medical attention as he watches you pace back towards him, Sehun trailing right behind her. He gives him a curt nod, but just as quickly as he greeted him, he diverted his attention to his phone. Baekhyun bites back the chuckle that's trying to crawl out from his throat, the passing thought of using his friend's name at the front desk... He wondered what kind of trouble he got in for that.

But here you are, smiling down at him, concern painted all over your features. You crouch, your knees hitting the wooden floors, and Baekhyun has to calm his heart from skipping too fast. You brush your fingers along his bloodied forehead, and for a quick moment, it feels like just the two of you there. And how he longed... for that. Of course, the sweet moment of you killing the woman was short lived, as he had to calm you down and convince you of the plan you'd have to go with.

Which was quite impressive, Baekhyun applauded himself. Especially since his horniness mixed with comforting you was kind of weird, it was too hard to think of anything when you were holding a bloody knife you had just plummeted into someone's chest. He couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck you right then and there or kiss your tears away.

Of course, he went with the latter.

He convinced you to speak with your boss, Junmyeon. Tell him that you received a distress call from Jihyo, to whom you kept in close contact since you both, lost someone very dear to you. You mended the relationship and kept tabs on one another, her depending more on you than her, considering you were the cop. So you hurried over, and to your shock, you opened the door and found her dead, sadly. So sad.

Baekhyun cleared his throat, attempting to settle down the rising excitement that was building inside of him. He readjusted his gaze into your eyes again, and you gave him a sweet, adorning smile. He loved that look you gave, something that made him feel safe, and vulnerable with you. He didn't want anyone else but you, and tonight convinced him of that. He was sure of what he had to do, and he couldn't help but hum a short tune to himself, listening to what you were saying.

"I think we should get back home. But before I come over, I'm going to stop by the station-"

Baekhyun stilled, a piercing feeling stabbing through his heart. He dared to lick his lips, looking past you now, staring directly at Junmyeon. He spoke, not once stopping from staring at your boss.

"Now why would you need to do that?"

You faltered for a second, but you recouped and straightened your posture.

"I- They need me to file a report of what happened. Because I found the body."

Baekhyun flickered back to you, cocking his head to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He could still taste the metallic, dull taste of blood.

"Honey, we all know you could do that tomorrow. You're tired, aren't you? Let me talk to your boss for you."

Before you could let out a single word, Baekhyun tossed the ice pack on the couch cushion, standing up. He rolled the sleeves of his hoodie past his forearms, approaching the man who was commanding you, to do something you didn't even want to do. He could already imagine the things he would do to this man, the way he'd strangle and watch him fight for his means of survival-

"Baekhyun. Good to see you."

Baekhyun snapped out of his intrusive thoughts, pulling out a face that displayed orderliness and discomfort.

"Jun, right? I wouldn't say it's good to see you under these circumstances." He laughed it off, but as he watched Junmyeon turn to face him completely now, he could feel a strange aura he's never known before.

Junmyeon's facial features seem to glitch out, one moment not changing, the other moment his eyes are scrunched into crescent moons, his lips peeling to form a smile. He pats Baekhyun's shoulder, and the man almost stumbles to the side from the sheer amount of force that was put into the 'friendly' gesture.

"What the hell, sure. You can call me Jun. Chanyeol... you guys are friends right-"

"I was just honestly hoping you'd let Y/N take the night off. I don't think she would particularly be jumping in excitement to tell her testimony of another suicide that's been etched into her life. Be a little... I don't know," Baekhyun brings his hand up to grip Junmyeon's arm, squeezing, tighter, and tighter... "Be a useful person? A good boss?"

The two don't say anything for a beat. Just the clutter of people around them getting photos and searching for anything to submit to the police station. Junmyeon doesn't peel away Baekhyun's grasp on him, and that actually made Baekhyun falter in his action. He despised the way this man didn't seem to be weary of him... the pure and disgusting fact that Junmyeon seemed to be radiating an energy he didn't know because...

Well, it reminded him of himself.

The pure rage that was kept hidden from others, the mischievous and always racing mind. How silent he was even though he could be so loud to Baekhyun, his words alone were enough to fill the emptiness of Baekhyun's bitterness towards him, making him full; making him want to throw up. So he drops his hand, and Junmyeon watches his slender fingers drop from his arm, back to Baekhyun's side. He clicks his tongue, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lighter.

He takes a step towards Baekhyun, and before he could even react to it, Junmyeon brings his hand to grip the other's neck, pushing his head past Jun's shoulders. Baekhyun widens his eyes as he does nothing but stands still, waiting to see what his next move is.

He hears the lighter being swung open and closed, once... twice... three times. A fourth time before he actually opens his mouth and speaks into Baekhyun's ear.

"I don't fucking like you. I want you to stay away from Y/N."

Baekhyun freezes, unsure of what to do. He was considerably... in a room filled with cops. There wasn't really anything he could do, so he had to submit to the harsh words the man in front of him whispered into his ear. He gritted his teeth together, his hand forming into a fist. Junmyeon speaks again before he released his grip on him.

"I'm onto you."

Baekhyun doesn't even dare to speak, his frame that was once confident was now just an empty shell of uneasiness. Junmyeon smiled at him, the small lines around his lips raising up, a fake facade that he displayed so well. He pushed past him, leaving Baekhyun to stand in place, not moving. He didn't quite know what he should plan to do; killing him seemed like the practical move. But then again, he'd be going against a friend of Chanyeol's. Your boss, who seemingly had a soft spot for you. If he was going to go through with it, he'd have to make sure he would do a good fucking job of cleaning the mess up.

"Baekhyun?" He felt your soft, small hand reach his shoulder, rubbing circles into his skin.

He sighed and closed his eyes, masking his anger with a plastic, superficial smirk. He turned around, resting his eyes on you. You looked distressed, and for a moment Baekhyun had forgotten about you, too absorbed in what just occurred to him just a couple seconds ago. But here you were again, back in his life, making his heart swell, his stomach twist and turn. He wouldn't forget about tonight, what you did for him. He places his hand over yours, bringing it towards his lips, kissing your bare skin and holding it against his cheek. You blushed.

"Let's go home." He muttered out.

You gave him a side smile, something like hesitation before you spoke. But you quickly covered it up by pushing your lips together in a tight line and nodding.

"O-of course. I'll just tell Junmyeon that I'll go in tomorrow to report about tonight."

He nodded, glad with your decision to stay with him tonight. So he walked with you as you approached the bitch of a man you called your boss, savoring the expression as he realized that you wouldn't be going in tonight. He scrunched up his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he let out a confused chuckle.

"I know that I told you that you shouldn't come to work, Y/N, but this is important. Someone died tonight. You were the only person she came into contact with before she killed herself."

You bit your lip, Baekhyun observed. He doesn't give it much of a reaction, moreso since Junmyeon was watching him like a hawk. He sides eyes you, watching as you gulp before opening your lips to speak once again.

"I really need to rest. Maybe sleep this off. I promise I'll come in tomorrow. Just- don't pressure me into this. Please, Myeonnie."

Baekhyun twitches as he hears the nickname you uttered from your lips.

Junmyeon sighs as his eyes dart from you to him. He pauses and places his hands on his hips, not sure of what to say. After a couple of seconds and some shuffling of feet, he just nods grudgingly. He brings up his lighter that was encompassed within his palm, raising it to view the both of you.

"Let me walk to your car. But promise me one thing."

You looked at Baekhyun, an unsure smile creeping on your face. You looked back at your boss, unsure of what he meant.

"And what's that?" You asked shakily.

Junmyeon reached into his back pocket, and for a second Baekhyun's senses feared that he was going to pull a gun out, maybe. So he steps in front of you, and Junmyeon flashes him a weird stare. He shakes his head slightly as he continues to pull out something from his pocket. Baekhyun sighs in relief as he sees what it was.

Junmyeon scoffed, "I didn't know you were so against smoking. I promise it won't hurt her," The man laughs a little, drifting the cigarette box in the air, "You can join in too."

The ride in the elevator was probably the most awkward situation Baekhyun had been placed in for a while. Considering he's murdered multiple girlfriend's and had to lump their dead bodies in a ditch or... you know mutilate them. Those were pretty awkward. But this? Riding in a silent elevator with tension brewing between all three of them? It could take the cake.

He doesn't miss the eyes of the receptionist glaring at his body, and he chooses to respond by very obviously holding your hand suddenly. You gave him a look, following his eyes towards the woman behind the desk, and he heard you giggle ever so slightly, tightening your hand with his and swinging it carelessly. That pretty much confirmed to Baekhyun that even though you murdered someone, you could still find happiness in small things like that. And that- well that was a good sign. The brightest green flag in his book.

Junmyeon walked the both of you to his car, pulling a cigarette from the small white box with his teeth. He swiftly pulls out a light, and Baekhyun watches as the fire slowly lit up the small stick, a small puff of smoke being blown into the night. Junmyeon takes another long inhale before he offers it to you; to which you grab it in a heartbeat.

He watches as you take a small tuff, then another. He's impressed by how much you could actually burn off that shit, but he doesn't want to mention it here. Not with Junmyeon around. So he looks the head of the police station in the eye, giving him a smug smile. There was no warmth rewarded by that, instead he was just met with a cold, disapproving look.

"Y/N, how long have you been seeing our little friend here?" Junmyeon takes the cigarette that was dangling from your hand, tapping the end, letting the debris fall from the end of it.

"Well-"

Baekhyun doesn't let you respond, instead he interjects, reaching his hand to grab the stick from the other's hand.

"We've been talking for a while now. Why, you her father or something?"

He puffs his chest out, placing his left arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You don't say anything, which Baekhyun liked, and simply leaned into his touch. It felt nice to be with someone who wasn't so loud all the time; just accepted when Baekhyun would take the lead.

Junmyeon watched Baekhyun as he took a long, needed, smoke. He sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek, looking back at his car and letting his body rest against it. He replies sarcastically,

"A friend, actually. Who cares about her."

Baekhyun coughs slightly, the jealousy rising in his chest, the neverending thoughts of how he wanted to kill this man overpouring into his mind. He takes another long drag before he notices he reached the butt of the cigarette, throwing it on the ground and crushing it beneath his shoe. He grinds it into the road, his eyebrow twitching as he licks his lips at Junmyeon.

"Yeah? Well maybe you should act more like her boss. You know someone who doesn't have to inquire about their subordinates' love life? I ain't ever heard of a boss who was so persistent in knowing about it... unless?" He lets the question dangle in the air for a moment, watching Junmyeon cross his arms against his chest.

You still don't say anything, but you suddenly gripped his inner thigh. Maybe that was a sign for him to stop, to not egg on your boss. But Baekhyun was on a roll now, and the more he connected the dots in his head, the more everything suddenly made sense to him. So he pushes your hand away, even though he really loved having it there, and took a few strides towards the man in question.

Junmyeon doesn't change his expression, doesn't even seem nervous or anxious. Which made Baekhyun seethe with anger even more. He eyes Baekhyun up and down, not giving Baekhyun anything to work with; usually men would at least acknowledge the violent nature of his words and withdraw from the situation. But him? Nothing.

"And what would that be, Byun Baekhyun?"��

He freezes.

God, did he want to slam this guy's face into the car window, watching his blood smear against the glass. Maybe he would give him a couple of hard earned kicks to his legs, making him crumble to the ground. He'd grab him by his hair, savoring the image of blood dripping on his face. All he wanted to do was to fucking kill-

"Baekhyun. Let's go."

Ah yes. The voice of reasoning. The reason why he lived. Right. He couldn't do anything suspicious in front of you. He'd be playing right into Junmyeon's hands. He turns back to face you. You looked beautiful; the blood still staining your face, your eyes that had no competition to the stars in the sky, glimmered at him.

You reach your hand out towards him, and he gingerly takes it. He doesn't bother looking back at the man behind him, just looks at your face and takes in the beauty that was gifted to him, and him only. You place a hand on the small of his back, ushering him forward.

"Go to your car and head back. I'll follow you." You whispered angelically to him. He swallows his pride and cocks his head to the side, his tongue going over the teeth in his mouth before he blinks and offers you a bullshit smile.

Just as he takes a step without you to his car, he pauses as he hears you clear your throat.

"Junmyeon. Please do not interfere in my life from now on. I'm fully capable of handling things on my own. I don't need you to stand up for me... or... look out for me. I can tell when I'm being manipulated. I've been through that with Kyungsoo. I just finally realized what I deserve. And if that means being with Baekhyun... well. Don't stay up worrying about me."

Baekhyun could feel the uneasiness floating from his body into the night sky, just like the smoke from the cigarette did. He knew, he fucking knew, that you were the one. Sure, you had said you would know what manipulation looked like; but instead you chose not to see it in him. You weren't stupid, not at all. Maybe he downplayed you, hell, he definitely did, judging from what happened. The thought of his mother grazed in his thoughts then, but just as quickly as it entered, he shoved it right out.

He turns around, not thinking really. He places his hands on your shoulders and whips you to face him, and he ducks his head down so he could place his lips on yours. You're frozen, your lips not moving against his, but after a small squeeze he gave you, you snap back to life, your lips synchronizing with his. He closed his eyes at first, but slowly opened them to stare right at Junmyeon.

He deepens the kiss, gently biting your bottom lip, tugging on it so his tongue could melt with yours. He doesn't miss the slight disgust on your boss's face, and he doesn't dismiss the way his cock was slowly growing in his pants. He grabs your right hand, placing it on his hard bulge, and he delights in himself as you don't rip your hand away. Instead you start to grip it in your curious hand, and Baekhyun lets a small moan rip from his throat. Junmyeon doesn't do anything, just looks absentmindedly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

And that's exactly what Baekhyun wanted. To confirm his suspicions against him; he liked you. That was the only plausible reason why he was so on guard, the way he immediately let Baekhyun know how much he disliked him. It all made sense. Of course, Baekhyun knew he was playing a dangerous game being with someone like you. You were beautiful, courageous, independent and strong. Anyone would sway at your feet just the way he did. But the one thing that he had what others didn't?

He was a real man. He would do what others only imagined of doing.

He lets a string of saliva drip down his chin as he pulls away from you, watching your half lidded eyes flutter open, a small pout replacing the bliss you had. He smiles whole heartedly at you now, a genuine smile, and he gives you a small peck before he grabs your hand and leads you to your own car this time.

Baekhyun watched as you slid into your car, waited until you started it up before speaking.

"I'm just going to say goodbye to your boss. Once I'm done I want you to follow me back home, okay?"

He softly places his fingers underneath your chin, and your eyes submissively agree. You didn't need to say anything to him, you were completely under his total control. As he nodded and tapped the hood of your car, he suddenly felt your hand on his arm. He peers back to you, your body squirming as he looks deeply into your eyes.

"I... I can help with that when we get back to your place."

Your round eyes looked down slowly, and Baekhyun bites his bottom lip so hard he's sure he was just seconds away from drawing blood. His boner was presenting quite proudly, and he wasn't ashamed of it either. He reaches down and gives you a kiss on the cheek, removing your hand from his arm and once again, placing it on his needy cock. Baekhyun places his lips on your right ear, licking it gently before he spoke.

"You've been such a good girl. I want you to take off your underwear and give it to me."

He doesn't stutter once, making sure his request was filled with confidence. You blink a couple of times at him, and Baekhyun waits, letting his hand grip your embrace you had on his shaft. He eyes your legs, raising his eyebrows daringly.

"I- right now?" You whisper, your voice shaking. He could see your legs trembling, rubbing against one another. He looks back at your face now, his mouth hanging open, his head nodding quickly.

"Right now." He moves your hand up and down now, and the built up frustration is evident now, he could feel his member pulsating under your simple touch. You don't say a word, maintaining eye contact with him as you bring your left hand to disappear under your garment. Baekhyun doesn't miss a single moment of this, watching as you etch down a pair of black lacy underwear off your legs. You pause a moment, letting your pretty fabric hang in your hand loosely.

"What are you going to do with this?" You sound more cocky now, and Baekhyun was getting off to this more than anything. He brings his hand to grab it, raising it to his face. He takes a small inhale of your scent, and he wishes that he could have you right then. He loves that you don't seem weirded out by this action, you seem to be just as into it as he is.

He lets it linger near his nose a moment more before he stuffs into his front pocket.

"I'm going to bury myself in your fucking scent until we get home. Is that okay?"

Of course it's okay. It would have to be okay, because Baekhyun wouldn't be able to survive without it. Plus, he wanted to do something else with it, but that didn't have to be brought to light right now. You nodded, a small smile erupting on your face. He takes the time to kiss you again before he finally shuts your door close.

Now, he could finally do what he's been thinking about this entire time.

He slowly approached your boss who was still leaning on his vehicle, another cigarette placed between his lips. Junmyeon did nothing as Baekhyun accompanied him by his side, just glared at him with a knowing hatred.

"Do you want to know something?" Baekhyun whispered quietly, keeping a smile plastered on his face knowing that you were looking at the both of them. He couldn't have you worry about what was going to come next.

Junmyeon muttered sharply, "And what is that?"

Baekhyun pushed himself from off the car, his back facing your view of him. He shoved his hand back into the front pocket, fishing out the pair of underwear you had gracefully gifted him. He brings it up, not breaking his eye contact with the man, taking a deep inhale of you. Junmyeon hitches for a second, shifting his weight to the side as the smoke from his cigarette stutters into the wind.

Baekhyun smirks at this, happy to see him fazed; even if it was only this once. He could lap up the awkwardness he was radiating right now, craving to see it even more. So he takes it a step further, and places his tongue on the garment, letting his mouth taste you, sweet, unrelenting, you. He would have to stop this action since Junmyeon would rip it from his hand, his nose flaring, the knuckles of his fist around your underwear turning a stark white. He looms over Baekhyun, his eyes darting from him and then obviously to your car. He bites his lip in frustration, not sure of what to do.

"Just what the fuck, are you trying to accomplish here?" He bluntly questioned.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes, tapping his foot. He brings his hands up in the air, being a tease.

"You can lie to Y/N all you want. Fuck, you could lie to any single person you want. But me?"

He retrieves the underwear from him in one swift move, then steadying himself right in front of his face. He brings it up once again, but this time, shoves it right under the man's nose. He quickly shoves his hand away, his eyebrows scrunching up in anger; his demeanor trying to muster someone of confidence, but failing beautifully.

Baekhyun clicked his tongue as he backed away.

"You can't fucking lie to me."

Junmyeon gapes for a moment.

"Y-you're crazy."

Baekhyun laughs this time, clutching his stomach. His head bobs as he regains his sanity, and he lifts his fingers to pinch his bottom lip.

"Who knows? Maybe I am. But you can't do anything about it, can you? Stay the fuck," He switches his once giddy expression to one more deadly,

"away from Y/N. If I even so hear, your fucking name from her mouth?"

He lets his body go limp, his arms dangling at his sides. His eyes stay dark and stoic on Junmyeon.

"I'll fucking ruin your life."

Since there was nothing said from Junmyeon, Baekhyun took it as him getting the final word. He gave him a quick wave, a small smile, and started to head back to his own vehicle. He flashes his sight on you, and to his comfort, you didn't seem suspecting of anything that had gone on.

So he lumps his tired body into the car, tossing the car keys into the passenger seat. He readjusts his mirrors, carefully looking into the night. There was a wave of security that washed over him now, something that he liked to savor and keep in his memories when it did actually occur. His doubts, his worries, even insecurities. They seemed to dissipate just like the smoke from the cigarettes that were smoked.

"Let's take this feeling and go with it, huh, Baekhyun?" He eyed himself, a soft smile etching on his face.

Y/N's POV

You don't know why you did it. Don't know why you went along with it; this indescribable feeling of remorse and disgust with yourself. As you drove into the night, following behind Baekhyun, you tried to question everything, tried to make sense of the whole ordeal.

If there was something you were bad at, it was probably lying. Most importantly, lying to yourself. No matter how many times you replayed the grotesque murder that you did, there was no hiding the true emotions that bled right through your skin, right into your heart.

You enjoyed it.

You could play it off as self defense, maybe. Say that she was the one who had you with a knife at your throat, not your boyfriend- your acquaintance. That was still something you were trying to wrap your head around as well. Thinking of Baekhyun as your partner, your boyfriend... your... essentially, partner in crime, wasn't something that you enjoyed per say.

He was handsome. Charismatic. Charming. And he was the only person that was there for you throughout this whole mess. He was the only person that understood you, truly. There wasn't anything that could tear you away from him now. Considering he was the one who witnessed the crime you committed, you were kind of bound to keep him in your life. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing either.

Those feelings you had, the way he looked at you. He was soft spoken, almost seemingly put under a spell when he was with you. You liked that, alot. The way he was submissive under your touch, the way he absorbed your every word that you spoke. Baekhyun was different. You didn't quite know what it was about him. Maybe it was the money, the way he lived a luxurious life yet kept it on the down low. That was certainly a shock, finding out he was the creator of the infamous Prive.

Or maybe it really was the way he paid attention to you and your needs. Kyungsoo was attentive when he wanted to be, but Baekhyun actually made you feel like you were being heard. It almost felt like he could read your mind at some times, and even though a person would be turned off by that... you didn't. You liked how at times he can be aggressive with his attraction towards you. It almost drove you crazy.

You blinked, lost in your thoughts. You realized you were literally right outside his house.

Baekhyun hadn't gotten out of his car yet, so you quickly tried to compose yourself in your own vehicle. You put it in park, grabbing your keys out from the ignition. You flicked on your light, peering into the mirror and grasping your reflection.

You looked drained.

Your makeup didn't last that long, which was highly disappointing. You spent so much money on those products to not do what they advertised. Well, if you thought about it a little more, the advertisement didn't state that the product would last through a night of killing someone. You shake your head and slap your cheeks, leaving a rosy glow from where you hit it. Your dark circles were starting to come out again, and the faint splatter of crimson stained your skin. You tried to rub it off with your finger, but to no avail, it stayed put. You sighed to yourself, pushing your hair to the side. You turned off your light, grabbed your keys, and looked outside to see where Baekhyun was.

You pause as you see that his car lights were turned off, and as you stared harder, you could see that his silhouette was longer sitting in the front seat. You frown at that, wondering if he had already gone inside. Maybe he was disgusted by you. Having to cover up for you, standing up to your boss. It was a lot, and you didn't take it for granted. But you also understood if he didn't want anything to do with you-

"Y/N?"

You let out an alarming squeal, your hands sputtering to grab your wheel as you look to the left side of you, outside the glass window.

Baekhyun stood patiently, not acknowledging your stunned response to him spooking you. He continued to smile, his finger tapping the glass. You take a deep breath before you let your hands fall from the steering wheel, laughing softly to yourself as you open the car door.

"You scared the shit out of me." You laugh nervously as he grabs your small frame from out of the car.

He looks at you worried, and you raise your hand up to playfully punch his arm.

"It's okay though. I'm fine now."

He blinks, then flashes his perfect smile at you.

"I'm sorry. I thought you saw me get out of my car."

You shake your head, closing the door behind you and locking it.

"I guess I was too busy thinking. Sorry."

You begin to walk, but he stops you in your tracks. You turn to meet his brown eyes. You pucker your lip, letting your tongue feel how dry and cracked they were. You give him a concerned look.

"What is it?"

He does a double take, opening his mouth once, but shuts it again. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes before he speaks.

"I want you to know that I will always protect you. You have nothing to worry about. If you're thinking that I don't want to see you anymore, you're thinking like a lunatic."

You frown at the wording.

"I... killed-"

He abruptly places his hand over your mouth. You give him wide eyes, but he shakes his head as he gritted his teeth together and started to move your body towards his home. He brings his lips to your ear, and you feel yourself shiver at his slight touch.

"Do not... say anything like that. You don't know who could be listening."

Now that got you worried.

You continue to let him push you inside his house, and you bring your weak legs to walk into the living room. You do a once over of the grand failed dinner date, the candles were no longer lit, the aura of the home felt small, considering how massive it was. You decided to sit down on the couch, crossing your legs together and bringing your arms to do the same. You waited until Baekhyun locked the door and put down some of his things.

"Y/N, you have to be careful about what you say. You can't just confess something like that."

Baekhyun sits across from you now, his legs spread apart, his hands formed together, fingers interlocking with one another. You bite your lip, looking away from the perfect view that was so close to you. You snuggle into the cushion, and the thought of plummeting a knife into Jihyo flashes within your eyes.

You don't give it any reaction.

"Baekhyun... Can I tell you something?"

He gets up from his spot, walking over and sitting right next to you. He grasps your hands in his, and he gives you those somber puppy eyes.

"Anything."

You almost don't want to say it. You don't want to admit this to him. This was something so horrible, so... evil, and you had no way of gauging how he would react to it. You had no way of knowing, considering you didn't even really know him. But you felt like you had to for some reason; like if you didn't end up telling him, he would eventually pull it out of you.

So you do.

"I don't feel bad about killing her, Baekhyun. I- I... feel good about it. And please-" You stand up, thrashing the hand holding away from you, not wanting to look him in the eyes, "Don't just bullshit me and say it's okay. Because it's fucking not. I fucking killed someone and I... I liked it. You don't have to see me anymore, I understand. You can even tell Junmyeon that I did it, I just don't think I can live with myself knowing that I feel happy that she's gone."

You don't want to look back, you were too afraid to see how he would react to your confession. Your skin felt dirty, you looked down at your hands, the faint red splattered on them engraving into it like a tattoo; a reminder. You were a monster, a fucking abomination-

"I don't care."

His voice echoed in his large living room, the words bouncing off the walls, straight into your body. You almost didn't believe it, maybe you didn't want to. You wanted to accept it, so badly. You bring your attention back to him, your mouth agape, tears falling from your eyes.

"What?!"

The single word came out like a scream, only hushed down by the violent sob erupting from your throat. Baekhyun stood, walking towards you slowly, bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. He looks at your hand, rubbing it within his gentle hold on you, not looking up. His dark circles appeared a shade darker than before, and his lip trembled as it seemed like he was fighting off a smile. You wanted to question it, but before you can utter another word, he took the lead.

"I- I don't care about what you did, Y/N. It's just like I told you before, I will always protect you. From others, even yourself. I... I'll love you with your flaws, with your mistakes. I just need you to accept these feelings you're having and trust me with them as well. I've already forgiven you for what you did. You... you saved me. You did what you had to do; it was solely based on instinct anyways. Just... you don't know how much that means to me."

You don't say anything for a moment, you could feel your eye bags becoming puffy, your own lips shaking with fear; with uneasiness. You didn't miss how he said he loved you, and for reasons unknown, you felt okay with it. Baekhyun, a stranger to you, someone who was doing everything for you, helping you throughout every single tragedy in your life so far; he was able to say that he loved you.

So you did what your mind was telling you to do.

You kissed him.

You kissed him like he was the last person on this god forsaken planet, because in this sweet, endearing moment, it felt like he was. You bring your tainted hand to grab a handful of his hair, moving his head to get closer to yours. He doesn't miss a beat, bringing both of his hands to circle around your waist, his lower body pressing against your own.

In just a few mere seconds, you could feel the sweat starting to collect on your skin. The small beads of clear perspiration tinting your skin, making it look like it was sparkling. Baekhyun suddenly started to push you back, your feet stepping backwards before it grazed the bottom of his couch. He pulls back, his eyes dazed as he gives you a seductive grin. You could feel yourself becoming wet, and fast. You want to go back to kissing him; to make yourself forget about everything. But as you try to lean into his lips again, he shakes his head, looming over you as your body crashes into the couch cushions. A faint memory of you drunk appears in your mind, the same actions of Baekhyun trapping you with his arms on either side of you.

His hand traces your cheek, then your ear... then your throat.

You were never really into things like this; choking that is. But you were willing to let Baekhyun do anything he wanted with you right now. You were under his spell, but you didn't want to break from this trance. You deserved it, you needed him.

"Y/N..."

"B-Baekhyun?"

He tightens his fist around your neck, and you faintly let out a gurgling noise. He watches this, his mouth hanging open, his eyes continuing to eye your neck, almost like an animal catching his prey. You softly bring your hand to your unclothed nether region. You almost had forgotten that you took off your underwear, but your wet slick was starting to travel down your inner thigh; reminding you of your fatal mistake.

He takes notice of that, and begins to squeeze your throat tighter, and you could feel his nails beginning to make a home in your skin. He brings his other hand to stop your movement, instead, replacing it with his own.

You gasp, but it came out as a struggled groan. His wandering eyes left your throat to your legs, and you don't bother fighting him off. He lets his hand travel beneath your dress, his fingers pitching your skin as he moves up to your neediness. He chuckles, and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment.

"You're so fucking wet for me. Do I turn you on that much? Just by gripping your fucking throat?"

His voice is deeper, nothing like the soft and endearing tone he had earlier. This made you all the more turned on, and you can't say anything except for giving him a simple nod.

He smiles at you, letting his index finger swipe some of your slick. He raises his hand from where he had it, letting his tongue lick off the sticky sweetness. You close your eyes, the sheer nerves taking control of you now; you've never been so horny in your life. But he doesn't accept that, moving his hand from your throat to your chin, shaking it lightly. You open them, regretful of what would come from your disobedience. He takes his finger from his mouth and raises it towards you, and you sit there confused.

Your voice comes out scratchy, not used to the air flooding your throat again.

"What... what do you want me to do?"

It came out submissive, a completely new thing to you. You were never a submissive type, but under Baekhyun's stare, the seeping dominance radiating off of him, you were anything he wanted you to be.

"Suck on it."

You pause, trying to push away the urge to say, No way. He sees your hesitation, and replaces his smile with a frown.

"C'mon. I'm telling you to suck it. Do it. You'll get rewarded."

The word rang in your mind, and in a blink of an eye, your body betrays you. You feel your lips wrapping around his finger, the bitterness of your own cum filling your taste buds. You almost want to stop, but he pushes his finger deeper in your mouth. Your eyes look towards his pants, watching his growing cock wanting to be released. The fact that he hasn't once touched himself made you moan against him. You wanted more.

"Such a good girl for me. Are you a good girl?"

His words were like venom, sinking into your veins. You try to speak, but he shoves another finger into your mouth, stretching out your lips to his satisfaction. You watch with watering eyes as he uses his free hand to shove his pants off, hurriedly taking his boxers off as well. His huge cock springs out from the restraining fabric, and his hand starts to slowly stroke himself.

He looks at you a little crazily now, his eyes widened, his jaw hanging open.

"Y/N, are you a good girl? I don't want to be repeating myself all night."

You struggle, but you manage to get out the words,

"Yes- yes I am. I'm a good girl for you."

Baekhyun dips down, removing his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp for air. His head slips next to yours, his lips pressing along your neck, licking down every inch of it. You feel his hot breath ghosting over you, leaving goosebumps. He whispers ragged, a high pitched strain on his vocal chords.

"What do you want me to do?"

You blink, confused, but just as quick as he asked the question, he's back to kissing your neck. This time, sucking harshly, biting and bringing his tongue to go over the harsh bite.

You open your mouth in an "O" shape, your eyes fluttering closed.

"I... I don't know, Baekhyun."

He blows air over his mark he gave you, and you feel his hand slithering up your leg once again, so close to where you wanted him most, but stopping short.

"Should I just do what I want then?" Baekhyun slowly pulls his head back from the crook of your neck, his expression one of mischievousness.

You nod shyly.

He nods back at you, releasing his hand off his cock. He carefully takes off his shirt, revealing his toned stomach, his muscular arms. You bite your lip as you watch the veins on his forearms protrude. He raises a single finger towards you, beckoning you to sit up. You submit to his request, letting both of your hands fidget with the hem of your dress as you look up at him.

"Take off your clothes. Now."

His tone wasn't one that you wanted to challenge. So you peel off the single piece of clothing you had on, your bra being the only thing that adorned your body. He whimpers at this, and you feel a warm feeling flooding your body. Your lower abdomen doing kickflips at his soft whine.

"Let me see all of you, princess." Baekhyun looks back behind him before he plops himself on the other side of the couch, his arms resting on the top of the cushions, his legs spread open. This almost felt like a crazy sex dream, with just how absurd and lewd this whole situation was. But you weren't complaining; no you were far from that. The only thing that bothered you about this was that he wasn't fucking you.

So you watched as he looked you up and down as you stood up, the dim light in the living room setting the steamy moment between the both of you. You unclasped the hooks from your bra, letting it hit the floor gently. You make your way over to him, and he does nothing but quirk his eyebrow up, his tongue going over his bottom lip. His right hand was clutching the cushion so tightly you were sure he could rip it open if he really wanted to.

"Get on your knees for me." His voice was nothing short of a whisper.

You let your knees hit the floor, your hands making their way to his legs. He lets his hand drag down his inner thigh, placing it lightly on top of yours. He gives you a curt nod, giving you permission to do what you wanted so badly to do. But a sudden thought enters your head, and you find yourself halting your actions.

"May I... Can I suck your cock, sir?"

His voice hitches, he then adjusts himself on the couch; you enjoy seeing him squirm.

"Say that again."

Baekhyun tightens his hand around yours, and your heart skips a beat when you let your eyes travel to his huge member. You see it twitch, becoming red with anticipation. You get a little cocky, you won't lie to yourself. You begin to think that although he's performing like a dominant guy, he was secretly into you taking control. So you smile this time, suddenly taking hold of him in your hand, watching as he takes his free hand to settle in his mouth, his teeth biting into his flesh.

"Sir, can I suck your cock?"

He throws his head back, and emits a small sob.

"Y-Yes. Do it."

That was all you needed.

You let your hand slowly drag up and down his shaft, the warmth from it was arousing to you. How badly did he want you right now? Just as much as you did, you hoped. You let your finger ghost over the tip, savoring the small grunts he let out. You scootch your body forwards, letting your lips kiss from the base of it, all the way to the top. He brings his head down, his eyes dusted with pure lust, his head lurching forward every couple of seconds.

You wrap your lips around him, and the delicious moan from his lips fill the room. You never wanted him to stop making those sounds; those fucking lewd noises. You would have never thought that he would have such a needy, begging side to him. You wanted to push it, wanted to see him under your complete control. So you stop, a string of salvia moving with you as you take your mouth off of him. He gives you a dangerous stare, he opens his mouth, but you get up, straddling him on the couch.

You let your finger trace his chin, then in one fluid motion, you let your own hand circle around his neck. You were scared, sure, but as soon as Baekhyun's features softened, you knew that you were right this entire time. He wanted to be dominated. You giggle to yourself, letting your ass rub against him, your mouth loosely open, watching as Baekhyun's face changes from confusion to a softened expression.

"Baekhyun... Tell me something." You let the words seductively roll off your tongue.

He's sweating now, not letting his brown eyes leave your own.

"I'm speaking to you, Baekhyun."

You take your hand away from his throat, and before he could even react, you slap him across his face. He's stunned for a moment, his hand squeezing your thigh. He waits before he looks back at you, but when he does, he grits his teeth and looks at you pleadingly.

"Yes, Y/N?"

His demeanor now submissive, you don't say anything, just look at him with a newfound feeling.

You were in charge now.

"I want you to eat me out."

"Princess, why don't you go back to where you were-"

Another slap this time, you don't let his words get to you. And just like that, Baekhyun knew who the fuck you were. What you wanted.

"O- of course."

He grabs you with both of his hands, lifting you off of him and slamming your body onto the couch so you're lying down. You shake your head, blowing a strand of hair from off your face. You get on your elbows, situating yourself so you mirrored the same position he was in when you were sucking his cock. He doesn't question you this time, and you smile to yourself as Baekhyun gets on his knees for you now; a perfect image of him flooding your senses.

"Can I- may I touch myself when I'm eating you out?"

It came out as a struggle, you could tell that he wasn't used to this. But you curtly nod.

"Thank you for asking. You're such a... good boy, Baekhyun."

He pauses at that, a happy look on his features. You realize maybe he has a praise kink.

You note that.

"- Yes you can."

So you watch he starts to stroke himself, eyeing the pre cum erupting from the tip of his pretty pink cock, not missing how he lets his fingers use it as lubrication. He inches to your pussy, now a sopping mess, licking his lips, his eyes daring to look up at you. He lets his left hand grab your leg, and then he's kissing it, sucking softly on your trembling skin. He drags his tongue all the way up, stopping as he reaches your neediness.

You wrap your fingers in his hair, twisting it and pulling it slightly. You feel that growing excitement in your abdomen again, and this time you were going to finally resolve it. He dips his face in between your legs fully now, his lips pressed against your clit, his tongue slowly leaving circles around it. You let out a small groan, tugging harshly on his blonde hair.

"More, Baekhyun. Fuck."

You hear his hand moving faster on his cock, the disgustingly lewdness turning you on.

He sucks harder on you, his hand pitching your inner thigh, then his entire hand grappling on it. His tongue moving faster, then changing pace to something slower, silencing any thought you had in your head. You begin to grind on his face, a hungry groan emitting from his throat, vibrating against your pussy. You gasp, your eyes looking towards the ceiling, you're in a state of pure bliss.

Baekhyun sucks on your clit roughly, using his teeth to gently bite down on it. He pulls it back slightly, then goes back to continue what he was doing before. His hand disappears from your leg, now rushing towards your clit, rubbing it in circles as he laps up the cum spilling from your entrance. Your body shakes almost violently, your legs tightening around his head. As you come down from your orgasm, you release your grip on his pretty locks, resting it on the side of you. He doesn't stop jacking himself off, not letting you catch a break, still riding the high of you cumming in his mouth.

When you feel yourself becoming too sensitive, you raise your voice,

"Baekhyun, stop."

At first he doesn't reply, just keeps on eating you out at a dangerous pace. You have to say it again,

"Baekhyun."

He pulls his head out from between your shaking legs, the white, sticky substance dripping off his chin, a crazy, delirious look staining his pretty face. He freezes, stopping his hand from stroking himself, placing his hands on his knees. You look down at him happily, loving how he listens to you so well, so easily.

"You taste so fucking good, you know that?" He croaks out, giving you a beaming smile.

"Yeah? Well," You stick your index finger out, wagging it at him to come to you, and he quickly climbs on the couch, looming over you, "Do you know what happens to good boys who listen?"

Baekhyun's bottom lip juts out, a sweet shade of pink.

"W- what?"

You smirk, grabbing his shoulder and pushing it downwards, his face only inches away from yours.

"They get a reward."

His adam's apple bobs up and down, his eyes looking towards your breasts, and before you could utter another word, you feel his lips kissing your collarbones. And really, he knew how to use those lips, that devilish tongue. You roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to wrap them around your nipple, his other hand pinching your other bud. He sucked harshly, biting on it, his tongue circling the areola. He doesn't miss a beat as he pops his swollen lips off, going to the one he was pinching.

"Fuck, Baekhyun."

You feel him smiling against your skin as he duplicates the same action, a couple seconds later he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you. You, who was so wrapped into what was happening, doesn't even hear what he says.

"Y/N? Can I fuck you, please? Fuck, please."

You shake your head, breaking from the trance of pleasure, blinking furiously to snap from the dizziness.

"Oh, um- ye- yes-"

You can't even muster up another word before you feel him unsheath his massive cock into you. You let out a string of high pitched moans, hearing them mix with the wet slaps of his thrusts against your body.

"F-fuck, I can't- I-" Baekhyun reaches an octave higher than even your own, and you open your eyes and place them on him, the veins on his arms buldging out, his abs more defined as he strokes his pulsating cock in your wet pussy.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his head diving into your neck, small, needing grunts echoing in your ear drums.

He slows his pace for a moment, and you let out a disappointing whine. He doesn't stop as he looks at you again, a bead of sweat dropping on your cheek. You bite your lip, his dick was so, so, fucking good.

"Y/N," His eyebrows upturned, "Can you sit on my cock?"

You breathily whisper,

"S-Say please."

"Please. Please, Y/N."

That was all it took for you, and the position changed from missionary to cowgirl. You sink yourself on top of him, the both of you moaning, his hands searching for something to grab. You grab them, placing them on your ass. You bring yourself up, then down, sighing from how full you felt.

He grips your ass tighter, his nails billowing deep into your skin. Baekhyun lets out small hiccups of moans as you quicken your pace, you reach to your breast, pinching your nipple as you whip your hair away from your face.

"Baekhyun... I'm so close." You whimper, feeling another orgasm coming on.

"Yeah? Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock."

There's nothing but the sound of skin pounding against each other, breathy groans and whimpers from the both of you. Just as you're about to cum, he changes your pace, his hands moving your body up and down slower. He speaks slowly, gulping before he does.

"Can you... can you choke me? A-and call me a good boy again?" You wouldn't have noticed the change of color in his face, but you reveled in how cheeks turned a shade darker of red.

You don't say anything as you smirk, the both of you gasping in unison as you wrap each finger around his throat, squeezing it enough for him to finally give you a satisfied yet shy smile.

You quicken your pace again, the building sensation now something the both of you were feeling. You feel your walls clench around him, his cock growing in size inside of you. Baekhyun gasps for air, but you simply dig your fingers deeper around his neck. And finally... you- you-

"Fuck. You're such a good boy Baekhyun. You're a good boy-"

You release your hand on him, the both of you cumming together. You moan as you continue to ride him, and Baekhyun shakes underneath you, his hands dropping from your body to the couch, limp. He whimpers, releasing his seed inside of you, his face still that shade of red you loved on him, his eyes looking at you adoringly.

You let your body relax, pulling off of his cock, laying down on his chest. You trace your finger on his arm, still heaving from the amount of exercise you just did. Your legs feel numb, your pussy is sore, but that doesn't matter. In fact, you wished you could have sex with him again; anything to feel that sense of control that you had been wishing of having ever since Kyungsoo's death.

Baekhyun let's out a choke of a laugh, and you raise your head to look up at him.

"What?" You ask confused.

He shakes his head, closing his eyes and bringing his hand to push back his hair.

"That was... that was amazing. I- I never had sex that fucking... unreal before."

It's your turn to laugh now. You nod to yourself,

"I agree."

You guys don't say anything for a while, just trying to catch your breath. Once you felt like you had enough oxygen in your system, you snuggled into his arm, hesitant to ask him what was on your mind. To your surprise, just like he was reading your mind, he breaks the silence.

"What is it?" He questions you, but he seems nervous.

You don't say anything at first. Biting your lip, you anxiously ask him,

"Do you have a praise kink?"

Baekhyun sighs as he sits up, dragging you with him as you both lean on the arm of the couch. He looks elsewhere as he responds,

"I... I didn't know that I had one. I guess you kind of made me realize it. I really- no, I fucking love you taking control. I think all my life I've been the one who handled things, the one who had to look out for myself and my own needs. I didn't realize that maybe I needed someone to put me in my place, to change that repeated cycle that I was driving myself crazy with."

Your cheeks warm up, a knowing blush you didn't need a mirror to see, on full display from his words. He chuckles at that, kissing your cheek lightly. He clears his throat, his eyes not tearing away from your face as he takes some hair stuck to your forehead, pushing it back.

"I should be the one blushing, Y/N. Being called a good boy; shit. How embarrassing."

You shake your head, giggling.

"I think it's cute. Hot, even."

He raises his eyebrow, sticking his tongue out and jabbing a finger into your arm.

"Oh shut up. You're lying."

You shake your head again, looking down shyly.

"I think it's cute, really. Maybe I can be the person to whip you into shape."

His head bobs back and forth, his chin upwards as he smiles brightly at you.

"Maybe. But after listening to your rules all night... Can I ask you if you can obey one of mine?"

You sit up properly now, criss crossing your legs and crossing your arms against your chest to cover up your breasts, shy from them being out like that. Post sex was weird.

"Sure, I think you deserve it." You tease him, but he doesn't exactly match your humorous tone.

Instead he gives you that blank stare, his eyes looking as if they were black, his jaw tightened as he slips his hand on the small of your back.

"Can you say that you love me?"

You do a double take, not sure if he was fucking around or not. When you realize he was being serious- you roll your eyes, trying to make light of his request.

"C'mon Baekhyun," You punch his arm softly, but you watch as he cocks his head to the side, licking his lips, his eyes twitching, "Y-you're joking right?"

"Why would I be joking?" He says in a deadpan manner.

You were already naked, but somehow the way he said that made you feel naked from the inside as well. You knew that you glazed over the comment he made earlier about loving you, but the only reason you did was because you wanted to fuck him. It was clouded, a poor misjudgement on your part. Did you maybe delude him by not acknowledging it prior and having sex with him? Made it seem like it was okay to just throw things like 'love' out there so loosely? So easily?

"I- I don't know. Baekhyun, we just met. You can't possibly be..."

"In love with you? Why would that be so far fetched? Y/N," He sighs as he takes his hands to place on your shoulders, bringing you closer to his own naked body, "Who was there for you when your ex died?"

You feel your chest hurting, alarms ringing in your brain. You numbly whisper,

"You."

He clicks his tongue and nods.

"Who took care of you and made sure you didn't kill yourself?"

Again, you repeat quieter,

"You."

He gives you a smug side smile,

"Who covered for you when you murdered Jihyo?"

"You." A single tear falls from your eye, Baekhyun feigning an exaggerated gasp, pouting his lips as he wipes the liquid from your cheek.

"Right. Y/N, I'm not saying that you have to feel like you love me right now. I can't expect you to love me like that. All I'm asking is who was truly, there for you, cared so fucking deeply about your wellbeing, fuck, related to your pain? Y/N, can't you see? It's me. I will always, and I mean, always, be here for you. I just want your time, your presence. I feel like we compliment each other well; we can lean on each other and have each other's backs. Can you give me a chance?"

And maybe.

Maybe he was right after all.

But maybe you were an idiot.

"I- Baekhyun," You choke back a sob, "What if you hurt me?"

You let yourself drown in your feelings, the alarming remorse that you felt when Kyungsoo left you; cheated and died, leaving you alone. The horrible, demeaning thoughts you had of killing yourself, those feelings you never wanted to relive again. And then, you settled on the bright light burning through those dark memories. Baekhyun stepping into your thoughts, your home, your fucking body. How good it felt that someone wanted you, the sweet and believable feeling that a person could love you regardless of your flaws; the mistake you made. No other person would be like that.

"I would never- ever, hurt you."

You blink through blurry vision, raising your head to look straight at Baekhyun.

"I love you, Baekhyun."

You could be an idiot, you thought.

Just this once.

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4,

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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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jujitto · 9 months

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bubbles // a baekhyun ff

an; reader is meant to be gender neutral! this is a collaboration with @itzanz! the story and the plot is all her idea so please go show her some love for her fics because she is the kindest person ever!

warnings: none, just fluffy asf

w/c : 0.8k

Y/N had been looking at the flowers, examining them for about 15 minutes, Baekhyun had just finished up with his laptop and was going to find y/n, he checked their room, no sign of them, the kitchen, no y/n, the living room?! No y/n, “where could they be?”Baekhyun asked himself, still looking around, he kept wandering around the house still looking for her becoming puzzled because he hasn’t found her yet. But then he decided to look in the backyard.

Baekhyun started looking around the backyard, he checked the swings, no y/n- he checked the pool, no y/n- then it hit him Baekhyun sighed “they’re probably looking at the flowers again…” he went over to the flowers and tapped them on the shoulder and didn’t get a response. Baekhyun kept tapping their shoulder, no response, he tried snapping in front of their face, nothing, he tried rubbing their shoulder calling “y/nnie, y/n? Hey y/n” but got only a small “hm?” From y/n before they went back to looking at flowers. he takes a moment to sit by her and look at the flowers wondering what she’s thinking about. y/n kept looking at the flowers periodically fixing their shirt, they were silent, which after another 20 minutes started concerning baekhyun.

He started looking around, trying to find something to get their attention, and with a tilt of his head, Baekhyun noticed something peeking out of yn's pocket. Curiosity getting the better of him, he reached over pulling out a bubble wand. “Maybe this could work?” He thought carefully opening the bubbles. Blowing the bubbles into the air, after a few minutes he smiled “wow this is fun! But I wish y/nnie was here playing with me!” He called. As the bubbles floated gracefully in the air, Baekhyun couldn't help but smile at the mesmerizing sight. He continued to blow bubbles, each one reflecting the light and creating a beautiful display, He realized it got their attention and smiled as they ran over to him, hugging him and taking him to the ground.

y/n nuzzled their head near baekhyun’s neck, he glanced over and smiled, kissing their forehead, “I love you a lot” baekhyun told them, y/n hugged baekhyun tightly giving a nonverbal I love you. After an hour, the sun had set and Baekhyun ended up concerned since they had been out there for a while. he took their hands in his and smiled pulling them up “Let’s get you warmed up, okay baby?” He said and lead them inside. Y/n slumped against the wall when they got inside and baekhyun looked at the clock, he sighed and clicked his tongue as y/n held onto the half wall.

Wrapping his arms around his somewhat asleep lover, Baekhyun guided them to the bathroom. He gently nudged y/n to sit on the edge of the bathtub, making sure they were comfortable. He grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste, carefully applying some toothpaste to the brush. Y/n, still a bit sleepy, let Baekhyun guide their hand as both of them brushed y/n’s teeth together. His presence and care made them feel safe and cherished. After they finished, Baekhyun turned on the tap to wash the brush. He then cupped some water in his hands and brought it to y/n's mouth, helping them rinse. After brushing their teeth, Baekhyun helped them do their nighttime skincare routine and smiled

“They’re so cute half asleep” baekhyun said to himself and picked them up, carrying them to their shared bedroom. As he carefully laid they down on the bed, he couldn't help but feel bad that he laid them down in bed without changing their clothes. Baekhyun rummaged through the closet to find some comfortable clothes for Y/n to change into. He grabbed a soft oversized sweater and a pair of sweatpants, wanting to make sure they felt cozy and warm. Baekhyun smiled tenderly as he returned to the bedside with the cozy clothes. Gently waking Y/n up, he murmured, "Hey, love, let's change into something more comfortable before you go to sleep." Y/n groggily nodded, still half-asleep, and allowed Baekhyun to help them change into the soft sweater and sweatpants. While he was changing them he chuckled “y/nnie you are like a limp noodle when you’re sleepy” y/n didn’t reply.

Once Y/n was all snug in the warm attire, Baekhyun tucked them under the covers and sat beside them, running his fingers through their hair while the other hand rubbed their back soothingly. "Feeling better now?" he asked softly, concern evident in his voice. Y/n nodded sleepily, a small smile playing on their lips. “Good” he said smiling, he kept rubbing their back until he was confident they were fully asleep.

He then got into bed next to them, adjusted himself and pulled y/n close. “Sweet dreams baby” he whispered before drifting off himself

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htauwu · 4 months

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Abt me !

– call me raya !

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– infp-t !

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– any pronouns are welcome !

– mainly dark content !

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madison-deserves-better · 2 years

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EXO as Mafia

because the brain rot was so bad and the content so dry that I had to do it myself so...

Suho: The Kingpin Name: Kim Junmyeon

The Kim family has always had dealings in the criminal underground. When Junmyeon was passed over to inherit the Kim business in favor of his older brother, he decided to start his own crime syndicate, which overthrew his families overnight. Now, the sole survivor of his family’s unfortunate “accident”, there’s nothing getting in his way, and he’ll make sure it stays that way – no matter the cost. EXO – his valued inner circle who helped him to achieve this goal – are his new family, and as long as they are loyal, he will do anything for them. While being “the boss”, those in his inner circle were more his equals than anything else; very rarely did he have to pull rank, and he preferred it that way. It almost ensured their loyalty to him and kept things running much more smoothly than his more “traditional” upbringing.

Xiumin: The Underboss/Treasurer Name: Kim Minseok

Xiumin had been around for Suho longer than anyone else – longer than either could really bother to recount. Their bond was one thicker than blood, and there was no doubts between them when it came to trust. It’s for that reason he was named as the right-hand man, and he wasn’t one to take advantage of a position like that. As they grew in renown and wealth, he took up the position of managing the funds for the mafia as well – meaning if you pissed him off, he'd make sure you were cut off until you learned your lesson. He has learned to get along with the other inner-circle members but isn’t as touchy feely or “found-family” as Suho is. As long as they get the job done, and don’t cause him any headaches, he’s good.

Lay: The Ambassador Name: Zhang Yixing

Yixing was possibly the most valuable addition to the criminal organization. Being fluent in Chinese, Korean, and English, Lay slid into the position of being an Ambassador for the group – spreading out their allies, and their wealth. Lay single handedly ran the Chinese operations for the group – anything Suho wanted, he got done, and he got it done efficiently. It was a kind of security that other gangs (save for some…) didn’t have, and it increased their influence on a scale that was unheard of. Lay finds the almost symbiotic relationship between the inner circle as being incredibly soothing. He spends most of his time in Korea, only traveling to China if he has to. He prefers the company of his group, to the loneliness of his penthouse in Beijing.

Baekhyun: The Assassin/Hitman Name: Byun Baekhyun

Baekhyun is an odd guy. In this line of work, most hitmen, or assassins carry themselves in a certain manner – silent, or big & tough, or preferring to go unnoticed… Baekhyun seemed to have missed whatever the memo was on that. His carefree, flippant, and often mischievous attitude really caught Suho’s eyes when he was first introduced to the young man who had been quickly making a name for himself in the underground; using his own name at that – something very rare, and almost naïve for an assassin. But it just impressed Suho even more, because it proved his skills. He was welcomed into EXO, and quickly into the inner circle, and he’s been the resident prankster of the group ever since.

Don’t let the puppy eyes fool you – this man has seen more bloodshed than most of the population and caused the majority of it. His innocent act just helps him to better blend in with the crowd. The other’s won’t admit it, but the thought of being on his bad side has definitely cost them some sleep in the past.

Chen: The Frontman/Informant Name: Kim Jongdae

Kim Jongdae is a businessman – end of discussion. He knows all the tricks of the trade – how to best charm people, wrap them around his finger, and extort them for all they are. His silver tongue is a talent that Suho refused to pass up when he was assembling his team and met the young man. Because of his easily approachable nature, sharp wit, and impeccable communication skills, Chen was perfect for being the groups Frontman. Anyone that wants anything from EXO – weapons, assassinations, drugs, loans, a business proposal – no matter what, the first person you’re going to see is Chen. If he thinks your proposal is good, then he’ll pass your name on. Being the Frontman, seeing as many people as he did, he also falls into the role of informant. Nothing gets by him, and he’s stopped a lot of trouble for the gang before it can happen. Chen, being a typical businessman, keeps his home and work life separate. He fulfills his duties for the group during business hours and won’t be bothered when he is at home with his wife and kids. This arrangement is concrete, and Suho respects it, making everything work smoothly like a well-tuned clock.

Chanyeol: The Dealer/Weapons Expert Name: Park Chanyeol

Park Chanyeol was actually a recruit that Chen managed to sniff out. This boy was making a good name for himself as being able to get anything you needed, no questions asked. So, Suho took it upon himself to test this out, putting out a line for some rather rare, foreign weapons, and a very tight deadline. When Chanyeol delivered, he offered (insisted) the man work for him, and he’d make it worth his while. Seeing this as an opportunity to get some of the stress of working alone off his back, and increase his outreach, Chanyeol took the offer, and the rest is history.

Much like Baekhyun, Chanyeol is a laidback person, until he’s on a job. Dealing with Park Chanyeol is one of the most tense interactions you’ll have in your whole life. It’s not even that he loses the joking personality – sure, sometimes he does, but, more than anything, it’s the rage that breaks over him in waves; promising unimaginable consequences if you cross him. Chanyeol can be ruthless, especially if he knows the person he’s dealing with has a chance of causing problems for him. Best to avoid doing deals with him – because he’ll collect what he thinks he’s due, no matter the circumstances.

D.O.: The Interrogator Name: Doh Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo is the ideal kind of man you would want for this line of work. He’s silent, straight to the point, unmerciful, and would get a job done without getting side-tracked. His promising results in squeezing information out of his victims, by whatever means, was what made Suho decide to hire him once the Kim family went under – which is where D.O. had learned to perfect his craft. Junmyeon knew that his father had a habit of undervaluing D.O.’s importance to the operations, and so, when he decided to form EXO, he approached the younger man (who was then a few years younger than him and still in his teens) with his proposal to join right away. And Suho would never forget his answer: “I deal in results. Show me yours first, and then come talk to me.” When Suho successfully proved himself capable of overthrowing the Kim syndicate, D.O. joined without question, and had been a trusted member of the inner circle since.

Kai: The Driver/Bodyguard Name: Kim Jongin

Kai was a classic case of working his way through the ranks, eventually coming to land in the inner circle after many missions as a lower-tiered gang member. He actually was suggested to Junmyeon by Yixing, when a deal had gone south, leading to a police chase in which Kai had managed to impress the ambassador with his insanely precise evasion skills, losing the police all without getting a scratch on the car. It had been horrifying for Lay – sitting in the passenger seat while this young bodyguard drove up onto sidewalks, whipped them into reverse going 90 miles an hour, and even driving under a semi, but it was also impressive as shit. Now, Kai was the designated driver for all their big jobs and acted as extra muscle when they knew that there was a chance a deal could go sour. Kai is one of the youngest members in the circle, so some of the older one’s had some trouble at the beginning but have now warmed up to him. Each of them trust him with their life, and while they don’t really need a bodyguard (being part of an inner circle in the most feared mafia group in the world), having him by their side definitely makes them more at ease during dodgy jobs.

Sehun: The Hacker Name: Oh Sehun

The final of the 9, and the youngest. Oh Sehun made his name when he was very, very young as being a technical genius. Anything to do with a computer, he could figure out. He even hacked into a military system when he was in middle school and was put into several government sponsored summer-camps to help grow his intellect – an oversight on the governments part. He is the only member of the 9 to actually seek EXO out first, and in a big way – by contacting Suho directly, with a proposition. The police were starting to close in on him – his youth having blocked his judgement a little and making him less careful than he should have been. He offered the mob boss, who at the time had been just starting to get his forces together, his technical expertise in exchange for safety in the ranks. Suho probably would have had him eliminated as a threat, however, with his proposition came a file, containing all the broken-down backroom movements of his family, which he had not had access to having not been the heir to the empire. Using this, he could break down the pillars of his families alliances, so, once he checked the authenticity of the information, Sehun’s offer was quickly accepted. Working with EXO, there isn’t anyone, or anything, that can be hidden from Oh Sehun with enough time. Security cameras, bank accounts, personal documents – if Suho wants it, Sehun can get it. This makes him indispensable to the group and gives him the security to play as he likes in his free time.

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bobohu4eva · 2 years

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Ecstasy

Part 4 - Get You Alone

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun Feat. Chanyeol

Genre: Soloist AU, Smut, angst, fluff

WC: 5k

Tag List: @nana-banana @xzyxbbh @iluvybs @greasywall @endzii23 @scopoliax @silent-potato @baekyeonoreo

Warnings for this chapter: explicit smut, unprotected sex, brief violence/abuse.

A/N: Sorry it took to long but here it is y’all 🥴

Masterlist

Addiction (noun): Disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences

Work.

As much as she would’ve loved to just lounge around with Baekhyun for another day, she still had a job, and other responsibilities, and the morning after their day out in the country together she found herself chugging coffee, barely dragging herself into work on time. It was for some sort of photoshoot that started way too early in the morning, the purpose of which she hadn't paid much attention to. She was just an assistant after all, it wasn’t like she was in charge of anything important yet with how new she still was at the company.

However insignificant she might’ve felt, the head producer, her boss, still looked pretty displeased with her when he saw her walk onto set. He was a small, round man with a face that always looked a bit angry, but especially right then.

“Where have you been?” He asked her before she even had the chance to shake his hand or introduce herself.

“I’m sorry? I was told this shoot started at 6, it’s 5:58.”

The man rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Yeah. The shoot starts in two minutes. But everyone else has been here setting up for the last hour already.”

“Oh..” Her heart sank, she had really wanted to do well on this since it was her first ‘big’ project she was working on, or so she’d been told.

“Yeah, ‘Oh.’ Next time we won’t be so lenient.”

She quickly bowed, “I promise it won’t happen again, I’m really sorry.”

She went on to introduce herself and he seemed to dismiss her after that, but she still wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to be doing there. Before she’d mostly been in the office, just working on promotional stuff. After looking around for a moment, she reluctantly decided that she should ask him, before she ended up standing around wasting more time.

“PD-nim, is there anything you need me to be doing right now?”

He sighed at her question, looking increasingly irritated. “You should have a whole checklist, do you really pay that little attention? You need to get a headcount to make sure everyone’s here, check that all the equipment is set up correctly, make sure the set matches the concept sketches, and most of us are getting pretty hungry so you’ll need to order food. Oh and I think one of the photographers needed something, one of the cameras was acting up so you’ll need to get that fixed. Good luck.”

And with that he walked off, pacing the other side of the room, just staring down at his phone.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, and tried her best to get started on everything he said. However, she still didn’t feel that she had the details she needed to do it all correctly. She did a head count, but she didn’t even know how many people were supposed to be there, and she wasn’t familiar with a lot of the equipment she was supposed to be checking on either, but she just did the best she could, asking everyone she could find (aside from her boss, who still seemed preoccupied), if things were all in order.

After doing as well as she felt she could on her first few tasks, she decided to find the camera man who needed something for his camera. She hoped it was something relatively easy to fix, because she really didn’t know much about cameras, and luckily it was just a lens of some sort that he needed, and she was easily able to drive to a nearby store to get it. But when she got back, the head PD still looked pissed.

“Did you leave the set in your own car? Not the company car?”

“There’s a company car?”

“Are you fucking serious? If someone hit you we would have to pay for it, of course you take the company car! First you show up late and have no idea what to do, and now you can’t even get a few simple tasks done correctly, have you even gotten to the other things? Did you even check if the artist was ready? Or so much as look at the concept sketches?! You set everyone back almost a full hour already, you better pull your shit together real quick or this will be your last time on set, got it?”

She felt the lump bubbling up in her throat, threatening to let out a sob, but she didn’t need to embarrass herself even more so she tried to keep it down, just nodding and turning away to try and make things right. If she’d known that set days would be this stressful, she wasn’t sure if she would’ve accepted the job at all, no matter how glamorous it seemed. If she’d been given all the information she needed ahead of time, of course she would’ve prepared herself better, but nobody had said anything to her prior to the shoot, from what her supervisor had told her the week before she thought she was just going to be watching and learning how things work.

She tried to finish the rest of her tasks best she could, running the numbers to make sure there weren’t any last minute purchases that put them over budget, and when it was time to make sure everything matched the sketches, she realized she was going to have to ask him again, having no idea where else to find them.

Compared to now, he’d really been holding back before, and several other members of the crew looked at her sympathetically as he began to yell at her.

“Did you not prepare for this shoot at all? Do you even know what we’re shooting for? How do you ever expect to do well in this job if you can’t even listen to simple directions?! You should’ve spent all day yesterday getting ready for this shoot, but you never even showed up at the office to look at the sketches! If I’d known you’d be this useless I wouldn’t have had you here in the first place, running around like an idiot bothering me with all your stupid questions. Now go see if the artist is ready so we can finally get on with this mess, you’ve cost us enough time already.”

There was no more holding back as the tears flowed in steady streams, and she once again nodded before turning to go look for hair and makeup, doing her best to wipe away most of the tears but with little success. When she finally found the dressing room she knocked lightly before opening the door, and her breath got caught in her throat when she saw who the artist was.

She’d been so preoccupied with her other tasks she hadn’t even stopped to consider that it might be him this whole shoot was for. But with her luck, of course it was. Out of all the artists at the company, of course it would be him there on the day she fucked everything up.

When she first saw him she froze, and her hands quickly flew to her face to wipe away more of the tears, the last thing she wanted was for him to know how terribly she was doing. But she quickly pulled herself together as well as she could, because she still had a job to do.

“Hi, um, I just wanted to check that everything was going okay in here, we’re almost ready for you on set.” She spoke, probably too quickly for anyone to fully understand, before turning the corner into the hallway again, hiding her face in her hands as more tears came.

Baekhyun was surprised to see her there, but he was even more surprised to see how upset she looked, and quickly followed her out into the hallway. When he turned the corner he found her sitting on the floor, quietly crying to herself. He crouched down next to her, taking her wrists in his hands to move them from where she was hiding her face. When she saw that he’d followed her out, she only cried more.

“Y/n, sweetheart, what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked softly.

She just shook her head, still too embarrassed to speak.

“Is someone giving you a hard time? If you tell me what happened, maybe I can help, but you have to tell me, okay?”

Reluctantly, she nodded, and took a deep breath to steady herself before explaining it all to him.

“I thought I was just going to be watching and learning how everything works today, because it’s my first time on a set like this, but then Mr Kim told me I have to do all this other stuff that I didn't know about and I did it all wrong and now everyones off track and it's all my fault.”

Baekhyun still had her hands in his, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb as she choked out the words.

“Nothing is off track though, I’m not even out of hair and makeup yet.” He chuckled, hoping it would help lighten her mood. “I’m sure you’re doing great. Did Mr Kim get mad at you?”

She nodded solemnly, “He yelled at me in front of the whole crew.”

At that he frowned, moving closer and giving her hands a gentle squeeze so she would look at him again. “What was he so mad about?”

“I guess I was supposed to prepare a bunch of stuff ahead of time for this shoot, but nobody told me, last week they made it sound like I just needed to show up and someone would teach me all of this, but he wanted me checking the sets and camera equipment and everything and when I couldn’t do it like he wanted and had to keep asking questions he got mad.”

Baekhyun let out a long sigh, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Mr Kim is being an asshole, all that stuff is his job, not yours. Don’t beat yourself up about it, okay? If you want you can stay in my dressing room with me until hair and makeup are done and then I can try and talk to him if he keeps giving you shit, alright?”

She nodded and he stood up, extending a hand to help her up and she followed him back into the room, though she didn’t miss the look the stylists gave her as she walked in after him and sat down in the corner. To avoid any obvious awkwardness she just stayed on her phone as the hair and makeup girls finished getting him ready. It wasn’t long until they were done and she followed them back out to the set, hoping the PD wouldn’t humiliate her even more, but things just didn't seem to be going her way.

“There you are,” He said, still looking more annoyed than usual as he lit a cigarette. “Will the food be here soon? Everyone’s starving.”

She quickly bowed her head in apology, “I still need to order something, sorry for making everyone wait, I’ll do that right away.”

“Fucking seriously?!” He raised his voice at her again, and this time Baekhyun watched, eyes narrowing as he continued to berate her. “You can’t even remember that? What the hell were you even doing wasting your time back there? Or is even that too difficult a job for your dumb ass?!”

The tears were threatening to spill over again, and she was so fed up that she almost started yelling back, but Baekhyun was quicker.

“Is that really necessary Mr Kim? She was in my dressing room, checking to see if I was ready, which by the way is usually your job, along with ordering food for everyone. So unless I missed something and she’s the one in charge now, you should be doing your job instead of yelling at some poor girl on her first day to do it all for you.”

He stayed quiet, narrowing his eyes at him.

“And I’ll take care of the food, is everyone okay with Chinese?” He asked, pulling up a delivery app on his phone and looking around, and nobody seemed to object. “Glad that’s settled then.” He smiled, and she couldn’t help but grin a little at his response too.

Mr Kim was visibly fuming, red faced and fists clenched but he knew he couldn’t say anything, Baekhyun was right and to argue with him would only make him look even worse to his crew. What he could do though, was make a point. He grabbed Baekhyun’s arm, wanked up one of the sleeves of his shirt, and pressed the lit cigarette into his skin.

She watched as Baekhyun’s eyes went wide, and the room went dead silent. It stayed that way for a good several minutes as Mr Kim walked off set, until he showed back up, barking orders at everyone, including her.

After a little while a girl a few years older than her named Tiffany introduced herself as part of the production team, and started showing her around, reassuring her that she wasn’t expected to do any of the things he had yelled at her about. Mr Kim was simply the absolute worst kind of person.

Soon the shoot was underway and she watched the whole ordeal go down, trying to pay attention to every part of the room, every aspect of the project, but he made it really difficult. How the hell was she supposed to focus on her job when he kept looking at her like that, and in full hair and makeup too. He looked almost criminally sexy.

Eventually a break was called and she grimaced at how the three girls from hair makeup immediately swarmed him, tugging at his clothes and hair, dabbing away at his face, even his lips. There was no way they really needed to be doing all that, right? It just seemed like overkill to her, as far as she could tell he looked perfect before too. She was even less thrilled by how Baekhyun seemed to welcome it, talking and laughing with the girls as they continued their frenzied attack on him. She hated to say it, but the girls were all quite pretty, and she found herself wondering what their pasts with him looked like. If he’d slept with any of them before too, or anyone on set for that matter. If he was willing to hook up with her, it definitely wasn’t impossible.

She hadn’t even realized how she was glaring at the whole scene until Baekhyun’s eyes met hers and he shot her a knowing smirk, dismissing the three girls and walking her way. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling her into himself and pressing a kiss below her ear.

“Am I wrong or were you just mentally scalping my team of stylists?” He whispered, a teasing edge to his low voice.

“Maybe...” she hummed, giving his chest a light push to keep some space between them. “Don’t be so obvious, someone could see us.”

While she enjoyed the attention, especially now with the three girls watching, there were still a lot of other people around and she didn’t want any of their opinions of her to become skewed just because of who she slept with.

“Who cares what they see?”

“I do!” She pouted, before concern took over her face, remembering what Mr Kim had done. “Is your arm okay?”

Baekhyun frowned, taking a deep breath before uttering a “Yeah”.

“That was so fucked up I can’t belive he would-”

“I’m okay. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“But-”

He cut her off as he took a step closer, close enough to feel her quick breaths against his lips.

“Admit it, you liked that my stylists saw us, didn’t you?”

“What? I mean…maybe a little..” She saw him smirk. “But they were all over you for no reason! You should be glad too.”

He stepped back, shrugging, and before he could respond they heard a call from the director to start setting up again.

“Are you busy after this?” He asked as they made their way back.

“Not really, why?”

“Wanna go out later?”

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

He shrugged, “We could get something to eat and then go to my place?”

She accepted his invitation without a second thought, heart fluttering at what the night now promised.

They were back on set where the camera crew, stylists, and various other staff were waiting and she was about to turn away towards the girl who’d been showing her around, but Baekhyun’s hand snuck its way into the back pocket of her pants, pulling her back to him. Her hands landed on his chest, faces only centimeters apart.

“Give me a kiss.” He whispered into the space between their lips.

Cheeks flushed, she looked around to see if anyone was watching, and luckily everyone seemed preoccupied so she quickly pressed her lips to his.

His hands moved to her waist and he held her there just a moment longer, before letting go and admiring the shy twinge of pink still on her face.

“So cute,” he mumbled to himself as she walked across the room, looking back at him and smiling before she reached her guide from earlier.

The rest of the shoot went fairly well, and she felt she was doing a pretty good job catching onto everything. Tiffany explained what her role would be on sets and what she should expect moving forward, and it all seemed pretty reasonable. Baekhyun kept doing his job too, looking handsome as ever as they changed out the sets and his outfits, moving from one scene to another.

She thought it was funny how much more reserved the stylists were around him after witnessing their little display, and one of the girls even looked blatantly annoyed by it. Of course it wasn’t like they were actually together, but it still felt nice to know that she was the one who’d be in his bed later that night, not any of them.

She’d been getting along well with Tiffany, and as the shoot was coming to an end the older girl couldn’t help but comment, “So you and Baekhyun, huh?”

The question took her off guard, and she almost choked on the water she’d just taken a sip of. “You saw that?” She grimaced.

“Everyone did,” She laughed, “It's really not that big a deal, just… different, I guess.”

“Different how?”

“I mean you know Baekhyun, right? I’ve been working here for over five years and I’ve never seen him act like that before. Other artists will have their significant others on set often too, but he just never seemed like that kind of guy, you know? With his big parties and everything.”

“Oh, we aren’t actually dating or anything.” She stammered, blushing.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, “Are you serious?”

“Well, yeah. We’ve just been hanging out and stuff, it’s not serious, just for fun.”

“Look, I obviously don’t know any details, but like I said I’ve been working with him for years and I’ve never seen him look at someone like that before, that was more than ‘just for fun’ if you ask me.”

She sighed, she wanted to believe her but she knew it was best to stay guarded with him. “It’s just confusing, sometimes I do think he really cares about me, but he said he doesn’t want a relationship.”

The older girl offered her a warm smile, “Half the time men don’t know what the hell they want, but I think he likes you a lot. He’ll come around.”

With that the shoot was finally over, and she gave her new friend a short hug before breaking off to look for him. She found him in his dressing room as expected, with one of the stylists wiping the makeup off of him.

He smiled his familiarly dazzling smile at her, and asked, “You ready to go? Any idea where we wanna eat?”

She just shrugged, silently laughing to herself at the way the girl seemed to tense up at his question, hastily wiping off the last bits of makeup before standing up to get her things and get the hell out of that room.

The second they were alone Baekhyun closed the distance between them, an arm around the small of her back pressing her flush to him as his other hand guided her into a kiss.

“So how’d you like your first day on set?” He asked once their lips parted again.

“It was okay after you spoke up. And thank you by the way, that was really cool of you. And I’m really sorry he did.. that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m starving, let's go.” And then he was pulling her through the door, and before she knew it she was back in his sleek black Audi, winding through the city streets. They ended up at a barbecue place, and were once again seated in their own room, out of sight from the rest of the guests.

It was difficult for her to keep ignoring what Mr Kim had done earlier, but it was obvious Baekhyun didn’t want to talk about it, so she didn’t bring it up again.

She knew it was a bit silly, but even as they ordered their drinks she couldn’t get the stylists out of the back of her mind, laughing and smiling as they fawned over him and he welcomed it with her right there on set.

“So those three girls,” She eventually asked. “Are you close with them at all?”

“The stylists?”

She nodded.

“Not super close or anything, but it's usually them or a handful of other stylists who work for the company that are on set, and when you see people that much I guess you do kind of get to know them.”

She wondered if she should really ask her next question, but the curiosity was killing her and she decided to just let it out.

“Have you ever… slept with any of them?”

Baekhyun knew he shouldn’t be grinning at that the way he did, but he couldn’t help but find it endearing that she would ask.

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t know, I’m just curious.”

He smiled to himself a second longer before answering.

“The blonde girl who did my hair, one time, after a party.”

She had to admit, she didn’t actually think he would tell her something like that. She swallowed.

“Just one time?”

He nodded. “Over a year ago it must’ve been. I hardly remember it honestly.”

The blonde girl. She’d been the one who looked so annoyed after Baekhyun’s little public display on set.

“She looked pretty pissed after seeing us, you know.”

He shrugged. “She has no reason to be upset. It was a one night stand and it was forever ago, she should’ve known better than to expect any more.”

She couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh at his words. If he thought sex and attraction were that simple, he had lot to learn. That or he was simply choosing to ignore the ways he might hurt people.

“So then why do you keep me around?”

He paused, considering it for a moment. “You’re good company.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, throwing him a challenging look. “Really? That’s it?”

“What? Did you want to hear something else?”

“I don’t know, but it’s not really very specific.”

“You want me to be more specific?”

She gave him her best ‘yeah, duh’ look.

A sly smirk tugged at his lips before he scooted his way to the other side of the booth, moving the hair from her shoulder and whispering lowly into her ear,

“I I guess I just wanted more after fucking you the first time, seeing as you have the tightest, wettest, gorilla grip, make me cum twice in one night, super soaker pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of burying myself in.”

His crass words quickly had her face reddening but a giggle still erupted from her throat. Once the initial shock wore off she was swatting at his chest, reprimanding him for such profanity at the dinner table.

“You’re awful.” She laughed.

“You’ll still be in my bed later though.”

The look on his face when he said it was clearly taunting her, but at the end of the day, they both knew ‪he was completely right.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t explain why you’re wining and dining me first. My pussy doesn’t care if I’ve eaten.”

“Like I said, you’re good company. I’m not that shallow you know.”

“Hmm..”

It still didn’t really make sense to her, but he seemed to keep avoiding her question so she just let it be.

“So you came to our current company after a few years at a different one, right?” She asked, “But don’t most contracts last for at least like 5 years? You were only there for 2 or 3 right?”

She thought she saw his jaw go tense, and he nodded.

“Well, what happened? Why did you leave?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We have plenty of time, I don’t mind-”

“No. Just…not today.”

His face had gone blank and she knew better than to push it, although she still couldn’t help but wonder. She knew what the industry was like, and how harsh it could be. But she didn’t want to argue, or pressure him to talk about something he wasn’t comfortable with, so she promptly changed the subject and he fortunately seemed to lighten back up after that.

As the dinner went on they laughed about Mr Kim’s terribleness, happily grilling their meats and throwing back drinks until it was finally time for Baekhyun to once again take her home with him. The sun had set as they ate, and she found her eyes drifting shut on their way to his place, exhausted from the long day and early morning they’d had. When they finally reached his apartment, she made a b-line for his bedroom, all but throwing herself face first onto his bed, sighing with delight at the perfectly plush mattress and soft silk sheets; she could’ve fallen asleep right then if it weren’t for her host. She felt slender fingers tracing up her calf before he spoke.

“You can’t be falling asleep already, it’s barely eight.”

“But we’ve been up since like four am.” She whined in return.

“And if you fall asleep now, you’ll be up that early again tomorrow.”

She groaned, but he was right. She knew he wasn’t going to let her sleep that easily anyway, he still had other plans for the night, plans she knew she couldn’t deny him, nor did she want to.

She felt him climb onto the bed after her, pushing the hair from her neck before leaving a wet kiss at the nape “You know you’ll be able to sleep better after I make you cum anyway.”

“Hmmm, I hope you’re ready to do all the work then.” She turned her face to look up at him, and he was grinning back at her.

“I don’t mind… just stay like this for me baby.”

So she did, and his hands wandered beneath her blouse, pushing it up until he could pull it over her head before moving to her pants. She felt him slowly pull them down her legs, until they too were removed, leaving her in her bra and underwear. It wasn’t anything super fancy since she hadn’t planned to even see him that day, but at least they matched, and she silently patted her former self on the back for her choice.

He moved back over her, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. One hand snuck its way under the band of her bra, before deftly undoing the clasp and pulling the garment out from under her in one smooth motion.

She felt him get up, stripping off his clothes as well before making his way back onto the bed, and she took the opportunity to turn around and finally look at him. He slowly pulled her last piece of clothing down her legs, and as soon as they were both bare he covered her body with his own, pressing more kisses into the skin of her neck and chest before eventually reaching her lips.

His mouth was still on her own when she felt one slender hand dip between her legs, and she sighed into him at the divine touch. The more they’d slept together, the better he got to know her body, and the easier it was for him to have her shaking and gasping beneath him, just how he liked.

He kept teasing her with his fingers, working her up as their lips stayed glued to one another aside from the gasps or moans he pulled from her so effortlessly. After some time though, he became impatient himself and she whined as he moved off of her, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. She eagerly helped him get it on, and he turned her back onto her stomach, once again moving the hair from her neck and attaching his lips to the now damp skin before pushing inside with a relieved groan. She whined at the sudden fullness, the angle hitting all the right places as he started to move at a leisurely pace inside her.

They could both tell that this wouldn’t last long with how pent up they were and he wasted no time picking up the pace as she cried out into his silken pillows. They weren’t even doing anything particularly adventurous or dirty, but he just knew how to fuck her exactly the way she wanted, and he never got tired of the way she clung to him and moaned out his name. She just felt so perfect around him, and it wasn’t long until they were both getting close to their highs.

Baekhyun made sure to keep up the movement of his hips, satisfied with how loud she was getting, and he knew she was close, just a few more thrusts and she would be twitching and shaking for him. Just as he expected, she was soon falling apart beneath him and the sound of his name on her lips and the squeezing of her pussy around him was enough to have him follow soon after, pushing into her a few more times as he reached his own peak.

Once the rush had faded he all but collapsed on top of her, showering the back of her neck with more kisses before finally rolling off and getting up. He returned with a warm washcloth, cleaning her off as she already began to doze off, and when he finally got back into bed he pulled her in, arms wrapped firmly around her waist and her back met his chest as he inhaled the pleasant smell of her shampoo on her hair before falling into a blissful sleep.

Baekhyun wasn’t usually one for ‘boring’ sex, but with her that wasn’t even an option it seemed. What would usually bore him with past one night stands, suddenly felt exciting again, if it was with her. She had lit a new fire inside of him, whether he liked it or not.

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Deal with it - Part 2 [END]

sub!fuckboy!baekhyun x dom!reader + nct jaehyun cameo

angst | smut | ex!au | revenge!au

body writing, oral (f), face riding, degradation, humiliation, deepthroat, fuck boy gets what he wanted, hair pulling, squirting, pegging (yeshhh), multiple orgasm (f & m), exhibistionism, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talkkk (ofc)

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who could have known a little discipline was all that your selfish fuckboy ex needed to turn into the most obidient little puppy?

A/N : not me taking taking 9 months to finally publish this. anywaysss i loved writting it. i hope you do to. please dont hesitate to reblog and come say hi in my asks. ily <3 - Cat

After that night you didn’t hear from Baekhyun again. No more untimely calls, no more surprise delivery of flowers, chocolates and various teddy bears, no more breaking and entering into your house in the middle of the night.

But it didn’t feel lonely, quite the opposite actually. It felt peaceful, quiet. Finally.

It looked like you scared him straight and he finally let go of you.

You even got the time to forget about him completely. You got the time to finally find yourself again. You went to clubs with your friends when you felt like it or just hung out in your pjs and a messy bun when you wanted. Quite frankly you were growing more and more attached to this freedom and you enjoyed your own company. The joy of not being accountable for anyone except yourself. Not relying on anyone to have fun.

And tonight was precisely one of those nights you decided to gift to yourself. No clubs, no friends and no fuckboy messing up your vibe. Only this date night with yourself. So you did simple make up, slipped on your staple cute little black dress and some matching high heeled sandals just for fun. Just for yourself. Just chilling at home watching the recent season of your favorite netflix tv show, even treating yourself to some succulent pizza.

The episodes flew by and you were so engrossed in the story that the familiar chime of the doorbell startled you when it rang. You were so captivated by the well paced plot of the show that you had completely forgotten about the very concept of hunger.

You walk to the front door as your high heels click on the floor. You are so certain that it’s your pizza that you don’t take the time to check through the peephole.

You confidently open the door when you are met with the last face you expected -and desired- to see.

Byun Baekhyun. Again.

His brown hair is brushed down on his forehead, the wavy hair and pouty lips giving him that falsely sheepish look he lured you in with a long ago. He is dressed with a long black coat and seemed to be carrying some kind of tote bag you think. In this very dark night you can't make up much more of it and you don't really care to anyway.

“Seriously?” You groan and roll your eyes at him as you hurry to close the door.

“No please!” he says, stepping in the door frame just like last time.

“What again?” you bite back. “Honestly this is getting quite redundant and irritating” you add with annoyance.

“Sorry I… Just” Baekhyun struggles and stutters, stumbling on his words not quite knowing how to put into words what he has been feeling ever since he came by last time.

Truth is he tried to forget all about you after that night. He tried going on with his life just going back to the person he was. The next day of that night he went to the club, his playground, no more like his kingdom. A place where he knew the rules of the game. Just to get a relief, a quick fix of normality. Just to make sure he still knew who he was.

He felt in his element, like a fish in the water. He walked through the horny crowd of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. And then he spotted a girl seated at the bar. An easy target. She was attractive enough to be fuckable but not so much so that she was out of his league. In fact it was quite the contrary. And that was ensuring Baekhyun that she was actually going to put some effort into it when he’ll take her to the dirty and booze infused bathroom of the club in 20, no 15 minutes.

Baekhyun actually got some relief when he chatted up this girl like he was born for it. Pulling the usual game, making her feel like the only girl in the room, like the most interesting person, like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And exactly 13 minutes later he was pushing the door of one of the stalls of the mens’ bathroom. Right on schedule. She latched on to his lips, her tongue tasted like cherry vodka. He silently congratulated himself to have picked that girl. Baekhyun didn’t even ask for her name but she didn’t seem to care as she was already getting on her knees to unbutton his pants.

But what happens Baekhyun has tried to forget about it ever since. He just couldn't go… No matter how much she slurped and stroked his cock it stayed completely flaccid. Baekhyun’s body was betraying him one more time. He just couldn’t chase away your intoxicating scent, your ravishing looks and your rich taste. He only thought of your arch words and your disgusted eyes. He was only thinking of you.

He was lost, he needed answers and he knew only you could give that to him.

“Would you mind hurrying up? I’d like to go back to my show!” you tap your foot in annoyance as Baekhyun stares at you blankly, tetanized. You sigh deeply. “Okay” you start to push him out of the door frame but he protests.

“No! please! listen to me” he says, weak eyes looking up at you.

“Then speak, boy!” you order, losing patience.

“It’s just that I don’t know who I am anymore” you blurts out, his two hands balled into tight fists. You tilt your head and frown your eyebrows in confusion.

“Since that night… I haven't been the same anymore. I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Yeah I know, you’ve been saying that ever since we broke up” you tried to close the door once more but…

“NO! I… I mean it this time”

You sense a strand of sincerity in Baekhyun’s quiet voice and that is a rare sight so you decide to let him continue.

“Listen y/n. I know I fucked you over so many time…” You scoffed. That was clearly an understatement. Sure, if ruinning your life and shatering your self esteem counted as “fucking you over”.

“But over the past few weeks I had a lot of time to think about it and I thought maybe… What I feel. This feeling I get… When I can't stop thinking about you and about what we did last time… Maybe that feeling is just guilt.”

You are shocked. Byun Baekhyun has pronounced the word “guilt” right before your eyes. And more so he said he feels guilty for putting you through hell! Well if you didn’t get over dreaming about him months ago you would swear you were actually passed out on your couch Netflix asking you if you are still watching when in fact you’re just drooling on yourself.

But no this is true. This is reality.

But your state of surprise is about to go from shock to astonishment. When Baekhyun brings out the tote bag and fishes something out.

One huge strap on.

“Maybe if you fuck me like I fucked you many times then maybe you’ll have revenge and I won’t have any reason to feel guilty anymore…

And I’ll finally stop thinking about you… he thinks.

“And we will both go back to our normal lives.” He says as he hands you the toy.

You have no words. Your jaw just drops as your eyes round up like saucers, fixated on the thing. It’s absolutely massive. The harnesses are made of sturdy and thick leather, you can see that the straps were designed to hold the dildo in place despite vigorous intercourse and all the while preventing the straps from digging into the skin. The belt seems adjustable to be able to fit all sizes.

But the most impressive part is definitely the actual dildo attached to the leather through a thick metal ring. First of all the vivid purple color makes it easy to peek at all the beautifully carved thick veins in the silicone. Apart from the color it would look absolutely like the real thing. Second of all, it was ridiculously huge. The dildo was thick, very girthy and the length was not to disappoint either. This sight only made your insides tingle in anticipation, without you even realizing.

Only a sight even more enticing could possibly catch your attention and rip your eyes from the devilish device. and that sight is precisely Byun Baekhyun.

Naked to be exact.

While you were admiring the toy Baekhyun started to untie the belt around his waist, pushing the soft fabric off his shoulder and letting the coat fall to the floor. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their socket when you see his naked figure stand in front of you. He stands there completely stark naked on your doorstep. In an inexplicable reflex you pull him inside before the eyes of your nosy neighbors catch something they aren’t supposed to, abandoning the coat outside.

When you slam the door shut you turn around and take more time to look at him. His cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes are glued on his shoes, his thick white sneakers, the only thing he is still wearing. When your eyes trail up you realize red writing is imprinted all over his soft skin.

And all of it is absolutely filthy, obscene.

“I did all of this for you” he meekly says, finally daring to speak as you are yourself casted into some sort of silent astonishment.

Your eyes don't know where to start but you can’t help but notice the beautiful red sharpie letters written all over him. From head to toe beautiful poetry perfectly picturing him.

Whore is written across his whole chest.

Y/n’s fuck toy is right underneath it on his midriff. While “Please use me” is engraved on his pubic bone. On both of his generous thighs you can read “fuck me” and “please”

A work of art you think instantly.

Baekhyun’s heart is racing, frantically hammering on his ribs as he peels his eyes from the thick white sneakers to carefully look at you. He still can’t believe he is doing this. Putting himself in this position just to get a chance with you… A chance to forget about you.

But already your two unfathomable orbs are glued to him, darting all over his body and spirit expressed in their purest form. Because his physical being isn’t the only one being exposed it’s mostly about his soul. Finally letting go of what was holding him back just to give it to you on a silver platter.

His pride.

Right here, right now Byun Baekhyun was giving up his precious pride.

This shame he feels under your gaze, this feeling that’s pumping hot blood through his veins, this feeling that's rosying his cheeks, that’s making his guts tingle in arousal and slowly souping up his member.

This shame it’s exhilarating.

“Please do it again” he says. His voice brings your gaze back up to his beautiful face. Sad puppy eyes staring at you with such need, almost desperation. “Please use me again y/n”.

How is this even real ?

You think for a second. Deep down you were persuaded that you didn’t miss Baekhyun at all that it was actually quite a relief to finally be able to breathe. Ever since you broke up with him he had been… well just a pain in the ass.

But now… you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe he was right. Maybe the only way you can truly forget about him was through real, thorough forgiveness and what better way to forgive someone than to just take revenge on them.

Right? Yeah Right!

The silence is unbearable for Baekhyun. He just waits there, vulnerable, defenseless and not to mention still completely nude. He just tries to read your face. Anything to get a hint on what goes on in that head of yours. A twitch of your lips, an imperceptible cock of your brow. But there’s nothing until… Baekhyun sees in the poorly lit (and oh so fateful) corridor the glint of your teeth showing in the dark. The hint he was waiting for: a sinful smirk.

“It’s ‘ma’am’ for you” you almost whisper back.

Your cold voice just transfixes Baekhyun in another dimension right there and then. Finally this chill, this thrill he hasn't been able to find in the arms of any other lover ever since that night.

“You want me to be rough with you huh?” you push him against the heavy front door.

Baekhyun didn’t expect such an abrupt change in your demeanor so he stumbles and hits the back of his head but nothing could make him happier. He loves the pain but you have so much more in store for him. You take a firm hold of his hardening manhood.

“I didn’t hear anything” you say as you start to squeeze.

“YES! Yes Ma’am!” he hastens to answer.

“Good boy” you start to praise him as you loosen your grip around him. You start to gently stroke him. His reaction is immediate. Instantly Baekhyun emits small whimpers as his eyes roll back into his head and his jaw drops.

“You like to feel good don’t you?” you whisper as your lips are flush against the skin of his neck. The hot air fanning Baekhyun lifts goosebumps on his skin.

“Yes ma’am” he excels in a small breath.

“Aww” you coo in mock compassion. Before quickly changing your expression “that’s too bad because I’m not in the mood to please” you say as your hold shifts to his balls. You give him a light squeeze, just tight enough to make your intentions known and clear. Immediately weak at the knees, Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan as he crashes at your feet. You can’t help but to smirk.

“Already giving up?” you say as you faint disappointment. “Well that's no fun if I can’t even play with you” you gently brush the back of your hand on Baekhyun’s face, urging him to look up at you. He looks exactly how you like. Helpless, needy and vulnerable. Ready to snap at any second.

“Don’t worry puppy” you reassure him “I have many ways to break you” You intertwine your finger around his luscious locks of hair, Baekhyun whimpers submissively as your unforgiving voice sparks electricity in the pit of his stomach making his hard and already dripping cock twitch in anticipation.

You tightly pull on his hair to bring him closer to you. With the other hand you quickly rolled up the black bodycon dress up.

You heard Baekhyun take the faintest gasp as his eyes darted all over the freshly exposed patch of skin.

“Help me with this” you said as you pointed at your black lace underwear.

Baekhyun nodded and lifted his hand. But you pulled on his hair again, earning a painful cry from him, his eyes were watery and a nice pink blush covered his cheeks and the tip of his nose. The pain immediately reminded Baekhyun of your orders.

“Yes Ma’am” he murmured and attempted to lift his hand again but one more time your grip tightened around his locks of hair. Baekhyun whimpers at the pain and looks up at you puzzled. This time he doesn’t know what you want from him. You smirk as you look at him all flustered and confused. So cute.

“I’ve never seen a puppy use his hands. Use your mouth puppy” you order.

Baekhyun looks surprised but he happily complies. His heart is hamericking against his ribs, blood flows in excitement making him light headed as he approaches, the heat of your body gradually radiating on his face. With extreme care he pinches the soft lace between his teeth and pulls on it. Sliding the underwear all the way down to your ankles.

You feel great satisfaction to look at him bent over on his knees for you. You lift one foot then the other to allow Baekhyun to completely take off your panties.When he looks back up at you he has the lace hanging from his mouth, attentive watery eyes waiting for your next order.

“Give it” you say as you present your hand in front of him he opens his mouth and the lace drops in your hand. “Good boy” you praise him once again. This time your voice is softer and the contrast had Baekhyun’s cock twitching.

“Now make me feel good. Put that mouth of yours to good use”

“Yes ma’am” Baekhyun hurriedly answers, he is so eager to taste you again, feel you quiver under his tongue and drink your juices. In this moment there’s nothing he desires more than to serve you, to please you.

He approaches his face to your heat. He starts with an open mouth kiss on your bud. Your are surprised by the sensation. You didn’t expect to be this sensitive already and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning right away. You’re guessing that his little teasing strip show got you more worked up that what you anticipated.

Baekhyun kisses you again and again until he feels some tension building up in your thighs. A sign you are enjoying what he’s offering you. So he moves on to the second stage. He starts with timid and shy licks around your nub, carefully circling the bundle of nerves a few times before taking his tongue down to your slit. As soon as he reaches your entrance he realizes how saoked you are. Juices overflowed to your inner thighs and he can't help his hands when they fly to your back to make your pelvis pushed in his mouth. This taste, this smell. He missed it so much. It’s intoxicating. And he can’t get enough. He continuously laps at your heat from entrance to clit, grunting into your folds and he relishes on your taste. Completely forgetting about everything else.

His eagerness soon is rewarding as you moan softly. You can’t believe how good he is at this. He should have gone down on you a long time ago. Maybe things would have been different.

“Such a hungry little puppy” you say as you pet his head, which makes him let out a soft muffled whimper.

Soon enough Baekhyun’s work starts to pay off as you feel yourself coming closer to the edge.

“Come on make me cum puppy” you order, now tightly gripping his hair. Roughly pushing his face against your folds.

Baekhyun redoubles his efforts, focussing more attention to your bundles of nerves, latching on to it, sucking and licking until he feels your legs tremble at each side of his face while you start to struggle to breathe.

“Don’t” stop your order out of breath, nails digging into Baekhyun’s scalp as he moans in pain but happily complies.

Finally you get a hold of your release. Legs shaking, barely still holding you up as you let a husky breath, center joyously pulsating on itself, contracting in pure pleasure.

Baekhyun can’t get enough of the inexhaustible source of delicious juice you have become, lapping hungrily at your folds until you gently come down from your high.

“Good boy” you patted his head as he closed his eyelids. Perfectly mimicking a puppy’s happy face.

Then you pick up the purple toy. Baekhyun’s eyes grow the size of saucers when he sees your delicate hand wrap around the girth.

“Now let’s play with your new toy”

Baekhyun didn’t know what he expected but he surely didn’t see this coming this quick. He felt unprepared and actually scared. After all this was a first for him. So he only nodded his head slowly.

You sensed worry pooling in his eyes as you strapped yourself inside the intricate lacing. Wide straps securing the toy in place.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure it slides right in” you said as you smiled wickedly. Strangely enjoying this fear in his eyes.

You brushed your fingers through his luscious hair and gently pulled him from the nape. Urging him to get closer. As avid as he seemed seconds ago, relishing on your folds he now seemed hesitant one might even say frightened.

You pulled a little harsher and Baekhyun’s lips finally brushed against the tip of the toy. He looked up at you with round puppy eyes.

“Open wide” your order, your patience was starting to run thin, and you longed to see him even more miserable than he already was.

As Baekhyun complied hesitantly and slowly parted his lips you accompanied his movement by gently pushing the length of the toy inside his wet mouth.

The contact of the silicone on Baekhyun's tongue had him whimpering quietly.

“That’s it baby” you praised him.

As you progressed in his mouth you had to apply more and more pressure to ensure a steady progress but as the tip reached the back of his throat Baekhyun started to cough and closed his eyes tight shut.

“No no no” you said, stopping the movement of your hips. “Open your eyes. Keep looking at me.” you ordered.

Slowly Baekhyun peeled his eyes open, and you smirked when you saw him look back at you with tears brewing in eyes, until one spilt over the edge and rolled on his rosied cheek.

“Adorable” you whispered as you craved more of this pitiful expression.

You went back to pushing. Only a couple of centimeters were left for him to be able to fit the thing in his tiny little mouth. So your left hand went to cup the back of his head and finally with one single powerful movement you thrusted the last two centimeters in.

And Baekhyun didn’t break eye contact once. Even when the tears were streaming down his face and he gagged. You maintained the toy deep inside his throat for a couple of seconds as thick saliva spilled from his mouth as he was coughing, throughrougly coating the toy, making it nicely lubricated.

“Good boy” you praised again as you pulled out, allowing Baekhyun to gasp for the air he was desperately needing. Burning his stretched throat and lungs.

“Come on” you urged him to take the monstrous toy back in his mouth by brushing the wet tip on his cheek. Barely giving him enough time to chase away the dizzy feeling. When he opened his mouth again you decided to be much less gentle.

You thrusted forcefully, joining Baekhyun’s lips with your pubic bone in one go, and you pulled out immediately only to push back in right away.

Baekhyun started moaning, bruised lips starting to match the color of the toy.

“That’s it look at me” you sighed. “Look at me while you’re choking on my cock”. You grunted, making Baekhyun’s cock drip.

Baekhyun's throat was being split open by your cock, it felt like he had swollen blades but he couldn't be happier. It was like he belonged here. On his knees, cheeks soaked by your cum and tears and pleasing you.

You picked the pace up a little and grabbed a big tuft of hair ensuring Baekhyun didn’t move as you fucked his pretty face mercilessly.

When long strings of spit coated the dildo and dripped all over Baekhyun bare thighs, smudging the red sharpie, you knew it was time for the main course.

When you popped your cock out of Baekhyun’s mouth with a lewd sound he gasped for air and coughed. You looked at him for a second. He looked miserable. His hair was a mess, his chin was coated in saliva, his lips were swollen, eyes were reddened and his cock had leaked a puddle of pre cum on the floor. This tip was beetroot red and swollen. So much that it looked painful and you reckon it was.

“Such a pitiful mess” you whispered as he looked up at you with sad eyes. His cock twitched again when he saw the disdain in your eyes. “Pathetic” your harsh words sent a shiver down his spine and he bit his lips to not ask you for more degrading words.

“Get up” you ordered and Baekhyun did as he wiped tears from his eyes. “Turn around”

You pushed him and he laid his palms flat on the big sturdy door, perking up his ass in an innate submissive reflex.

But when you grabbed the dildo at the base to guide it to Baekhyun’s hole you noticed something shiny in the dimly lit corridor. A plug.

You pulled on the metal plug, you gently took it out as Baekhyun moaned at the sensation.

The toy left Baekhyun’s ass twitching for more.

“Goog boy you came prepared” you praised as you let the plug fall on the ground, producing a metallic sound on the tiles.

You started to circle the tip on his greedy little hole, buttering it up with the lubricant Baekhyun so gracefully produced for you and then you aligned the tip with his ass.

He stayed completely still, ass perked up in the air, heart pounding in his chest and eager for more. Eager to finally being fucked dumb by your big cock.

But he waited and nothing came, he dared to slowly turn around only to be met with your carnivorous smile and your cold eyes. He whimpered, getting on tip of his toes whining to get some friction.

“Tell me what you want’ you asked, the tip of your cock circling his more the welcoming asshole.

Baekhyun whined again, just unable to say out loud all the lewd things that were running through his mind.

“Tell me” you growled.

Baekhyun squirmed and whined but didn’t speak. You landed a big slap on his ass cheek as you were losing patience. The burning pain pulled a high pitched moan from Baekhyun’s lips as he arched his back, silently begging for more.

You granted his unspoken wish, this time lifting both hands to spanking him. He moaned and sighed, legs trembling from anticipation.

“I want you to fill me with your big cock, ma’am.” He whispered.

“Continue” you ordered as you pushed the tip in ever so slightly.

“I want to be fucked stupid, ma’am” Baekhyun said a little louder, closing his eyes focussing only on his ass. You pushed in a little more again.

“Keep talking"

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk or sit” You kept on pushing your cock inside him, streching him slowly and steadily and he kept on humilating hiself.

“I want to forget my name. I want to become your cocksleeve, your toy, your whore. Cause that’s all I’m fucking good for. A dumb fuck toy.” Baekhyun rambled, completely losing his mind to your thick cock stretching his walls. Until you fitted the whole length inside the bottomless hole.

You rewarded him with another harsh slap on his red ass which seemed to suck in the dildo even more as Baekhyun was panting, rock hard and untouched cock pressed against the cold front door.

But you didn’t give him time to breathe. You started to pull out and push back in again, rocking your hips. Baekhyun moans out loud, getting drunk on the delicious sensation that was straining his abdomen. His hole was so perfectly swallowing every vein of your cock, making the whole thing disappear inside him only to push it back out, each time rubbing so deliciously on his prostate, accompanied with a long string of moans.

“Fuck! it’s so good” he cried, nails digging in the sturdy door.

“Oh yeah?” you asked as you slapped his ass again earning a pained groan from your ex.

“Yeahhh” he screamed “I fucking love your cock”

“What a fucking pathetic slut you are” you fisted his hair for support with one hand and landed an other slap with the other one.

“Please, ma’am, don’t stop” Baekhyun begged as he felt his high getting closer. But…

Ding dong.

The front door bell rang.

The pizza!

You completely forgot about it and to be fair you were doing something that really kept your mind off your empty stomach.

You slowed down your thrusting but didn’t stop. Baekhyun whimpered when he felt his climax slip through his fingers, desperately squirming to get you to dick him down again.

But one firm hand on his hip kept him still.

You reached out for your purse sitting right next to you on the console in the hall and fished out your wallet.

“Take that and pay for my pizza.”

Baekhyun turned around to look at you.

“Right now?” he exclaimed, panic tinting his voice.

“Yes now” you affirmed, inflexible.

Baekhyun knew he had to oblige if he wanted to get the chance to cum. He pulled a couple of bills from the wallet and opened the door and you were still giving him lazy and slow strokes.

When Baekhyun opened the door he was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a whole, trying to hide the gigantic “whore” written on his chest. He didn’t dare to look at the delivery guy in the eyes. He was only praying that the darkness of the hall would conceal the lewd scene that was going on.

“It will be 15$” the delivery guy said.

And for a second it did and maybe it would have continued if only Baekhyun hadn’t spoken.

“Ok” Baekhyun squeaked. Trying his hardest not to moan as he was able to feel each vein of your cock pulling his asshole inside out with this slow pace.

“Baekhyun?” The delivery guy called in the dark.

What were the odds? Right?

At the -unexpected- mention of his name Baekhyun looked back up only to be met with the eyes of one his best friends. One that regularly served as wingman with his fuckboy club of heartbreakers.

“Jaehyun?” he asked, voice getting caught in throat. Jaehyun’s face was contorted with aberration as saw his best friend in a position he would have never imagined. Bent over, ass being split open by you.

And the temptation was too great, to not make him even more traumatized.

Without hesitation you started to thrust at full speed again, slightly angling your hips down to make sure you were right on Baekhyun’s prostate.

The sudden pleasure took Baekhyun by surprise. Your cock just felt too good. He couldn’t help but to moan. He couldn't control himself. He started to moan, eyebrows knitting in pleasure as his eyes were locked with his best friend’s.

It was too much. The veins, the pace, the length, your powerful thrusts, the angle perfectly rubbing his prostate, the horrified eyes of Jaehyun forced to witness such a depraved show. It was too much. Baekhyun’s cock was dripping so much precum as it was shaken with every thrusts and he was shamefully moaning as if nobody was watching. The only thing keeping him from cumming was sheer force of will.

“Now be a good pup and cum for me. Right now” you ordered as you slapped his ass again, the sharp sound making Jaehyun startled, ramming your cock inside in his tired hole with barbaric force. Baekhyun just couldn't disobey orders.

“Yeshhh ma’ammmm” Baekhyun screamed as he finally let himself over the edge. His hard and swollen cock spilled his cum all over as it was jumping up and down with every thrust. His cum splashed on his thighs and abs but also on the door and floor and he thinks maybe even on Jaehyun’s shoes.

He never came this much, not even to the countless times he pictured your cock inside his ass and he stroked his cock until it was painful. It felt like his balls were absolutely dried out.

Jaehyun didn’t even wait for Baekhyun to come down from his high and ran for the hills. Leaving the him with the ruffled bills still in his fist and the pizza getting cold on the doorstep, joining Baekhyun’s coat.

But you didn’t care one bit.

You pulled Baekhyun back inside and slammed the door shut. Baekhyun collapsed to the ground, worn out and out of breath.

As Baekhyun caught his breath he didn’t notice you slip out of the strap-on. You turned him over, making him roll on his back only to sit yourself right on his still half hard length.

Baekhyun produced the most high pitched moan, squirming under you.

Your pussy slipping right over his cock, lubricated by both of your cums.

You groaned in pleasure pushing your head back.

“Please. I just came” Baekhyun whined.

But you started to move your hips back and forth. The friction was divine, his pubic bone perfectly rubbing on your sensitive clit.

“Pleaseeee” Baekhyun cried out. Tears pooling in his eyes again.

“Such a sensitive cock you have there” You lifted your hips to smash them on his again. “I figured I might as well try to suck you dry” you laughed as you used him as a toy. Only focusing on your own pleasure. Forcefully making him hard again.

Baekhyun moans and whimpered under you as you had your way with him. Torturing his cock with merciless oversimulation.

It didn’t take long until your back and forth had you and Baekhyun over the edge. Your squeezing pussy milking Baekhyun’s every last drop of cum by force. Forcing him into a second orgasm even more powerful than the previous one, making his eyes roll in his skull and drool all over his chin as his body shook uncontrollably.

You pussy delicious twitch to completion, clenching as Baekhyun filled it up with hot cum. Your juices spraying in a powerful stream, completely soaking Barkhyun’s face, hair and chest, making the sharpie bleed out as you moaned out loud. Slowing down and allowing both of yourself to come down from your highs gently.

You crashed on the cool tile floor next to him, out of breath and completely satisfied. Baekhyun looked like a mess; completely fucked out dumb.

“Good boy” you sigh, petting his head. As he smiled back at you, eyes turning into crescents.

Maybe I should keep him as a pet.

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Only Forever 008

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

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pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 3.7k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: a conversation, a night out, and a night in 🌻 ]

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Chapter 8

You got me so high

“Let me get this straight.” Shea takes a long sip of her tea, staring you down from across the living room. She sits back and crosses her legs, her intense gaze and her arched brow leaving you feeling chastised even before she says what she is about to say.

“Let’s recap so that I make sure I got everything straight: you went on vacation together, skinny dipped, rubbed each other down under the pretense of ‘needing sunscreen’, came back home, got drunk, kissed him, many times, went on a date, got head, finally talked about everything with him and now you’re freaking out?”

You flush at her words despite your best efforts. Well, when you put it like that… You cough, hastily sipping your own herbal tea to give yourself time to respond. She hit the bull’s eye as always; her words are brief yet her message is effective. Leave it to Shea to get straight to the point; all facts and no bullshit, compiling your problems into a concise and cohesive way that eases up your worries, even if just a little, from how confidently she breeches the issue. “Yep,” you reply after a moment. She’s got everything down and out in the open, after all. What else is there to say?

—a lot, but you can’t even begin to put your feelings into words.

“That’s pretty ass backwards,” May mumbles from your left, followed by the quiet sounds of her munching on food and the crinkle of plastic containers.

“May!” you exclaim at her words, turning to her in surprise. You immediately freeze when you meet her gaze. The look in her gray eyes has you sliding down on the couch as if you could disappear if you tried. The bubbly woman has paused in her quest to sample the newest flavor of donuts from your favorite pastry shop downtown to regard you with an unwavering stare, similar to the woman sitting elegantly across from you both. You know it’s serious when your normally cheerful friend has stopped mid-bite to give you a pensive glance, studying the expressions on your face like an abstract painting hung up in a gallery. Very fitting, considering the fact that you feel very much like a well-preserved piece of organic material being pinned against a wall underneath your best friends’ pointed stares.

—Okay, maybe you are being a little dramatic with that statement. Just a little bit.

…

You rub the back of your neck, resisting the urge to wipe away the bead of sweat lingering on the edge of your eyebrow. Okay, okay, I take it all back. I feel hella intimidated right now.

‘Intimidated’ is the perfect word to sum up how you feel about this entire situation.

“She’s right. It is ass backwards,” Shea sighs, making you snort despite your racing heart. “But you guys talked it out, at least.”

“Yeah…” you trail off, looking at the far wall in the room as if it could give you all the answers to all the questions that you have in your heart yet can’t even decipher in your mind. Your hands curl tightly around the warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to slow your breathing by inhaling the familiar lemon and ginger scent. Citrus and spice. Just like—you stop that train of thought right in its tracks, but it’s already too late. The damage has been done. The memory of messy black hair and soulful brown eyes plays vividly behind your retinas.

Inhale. Exhale. You hold your breath for a moment and sigh deeply. Really? Is this who you are now? You have a lot going on in your life lately between school and work. There always seems to be so much to do in so little time. All the long hours bent over counters and laptops. Your bathroom sink has been added to the mix as well. The bags under your eyes call for a half-hour dedicated to concealing your sleepless nights in front of the mirror. Are you really about to add your social life to your endless list of stress too? I mean it wouldn’t be the first time — but you haven’t had it this bad since high school!

Shea’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts before you can fall into that rabbit hole. Seriously, the last thing you need is to dive into those memories right now. Thank you, next.

“But you still have questions?” Shea states the obvious, reading you like an open book.

Yeah, 7 years of friendship will do that to you. All you can do is nod slowly. You can play cool and nonchalant all you want. You’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. Even if you mask it behind a dozen layers of steel, one good hit to your feelings and all your walls shatter like fragile glass. If anyone knows that, it’s the two other women in this room. There’s no point in hiding how you feel. “He’s so- I don’t know how to put it… Guarded?”

Shea nods in understanding and May lets out an exaggerated sigh followed by a quietly uttered “men” in a voice full of disdain.

“I can see both sides,” Shea admits, forever the voice of reason in your friend group. “The Fashion Industry is cutthroat. It is in everyone’s best interest to keep their personal lives separated from business.”

“But she is his personal life!” May interjects, emphasizing her point with a wave of her hands.

“I’m his girlfriend, not his entire life, May,” you gently remind her. You rarely jump in when she gets this fired up, but even if you’ve daydreamed about being the center of Baekhyun’s world in your youth, you knew better than to think that in your 20s now.

“Yes, which is why I can see why he’s cautious about where and how you guys meet up together.” Shea goes to take another sip of her tea but then pauses. “However, there is a difference between trying to keep your relationship private and safe behind closed doors, and trying to keep you held back at arm’s reach in an emotional aspect.” A brief look of irritation passes over her beautiful features, but the expression is gone in a flash.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” you mumble, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Yes, but is that what you have been saying?” Shea pointedly raises her eyebrow, taking a long sip of her tea. Even May takes a ridiculously long time chewing on the sprinkled donut in her hand, her gray eyes piercing into the side of your face.

“...No.” You’ve known Baekhyun since you were kids, but there is still a lot about him you don’t know about — especially in a relationship context. Wait, has Baekhyun ever had a serious girlfriend before? Maybe one, or something close, but you can’t remember her name…

“You have to communicate with him, girl.” Shea sighs.

“Yeah, Baekhyun is amazing, but he isn’t a mind reader,” May points out, her cheeks puffed up with a honey-glazed donut.

“You… have a point.” Of course they do, as usual, but you’ve never been good at having these types of conversations. You’re learning. You’re trying your best but things still manage to fall through the cracks and it never seems like your efforts are enough.

“What is stopping you from communicating with him...? Has he been giving you the cold shoulder?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the dark expressions that flicker over your friends’ faces. “No!” you nearly shout, not wanting them to go there. “I-it’s not that at all.” They have good reasons to make that assumption based on your past, but it isn’t like that now.

“Then what is it?” May tilts her head, peering at you with curiosity.

“What is the issue?” Shea reiterates, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

Again, they do have a point and make a pretty strong argument. But why are you so anxious? It’s just Baekhyun. Baekhyun, who protected you when you couldn’t look out for yourself. Who pushes you to be a better version of yourself every day, not just for everyone around you but for yourself as well. Even when he isn’t around, he is forever on your mind. Living rent fucking free. It frustrates you as much as it comforts you to constantly be thinking about him. He is one of the few people who has stuck by your side for all these years, through the thick and thin… and dammit, the thought of losing him keeps you up at night so often that you might just die a little inside — if you aren’t already.

“You’re scared.” Shea’s strong and crisp voice rings across the silent living room without an ounce of doubt.

“I…” you take a deep breath, running a shaky hand through your hair. “Yeah.” Once you admit it aloud, it feels so much more real. You hold onto the cold cup of tea in your hands for dear life, hugging it to your chest.

The dead silence in the room is crushing until Shea stands up from the couch. “Alright, cancel all your plans.” She’s already on her phone, crossing out the list of errands that she mentioned about completing earlier today. “We’re going out tonight.”

And that’s how you find yourself at the newest club in town hours later, skipping the mile-long line outside thanks to May and her networking connections.

“Oh?” The happy-go-lucky woman acted surprised when you mentioned the odd look on the bouncer’s face before he hastily let you three walk in. “I may have tapped that,” May admitted in a cheerful tone, hiding her coy smile behind the glass in her hand.

You and Shea locked eyes and hid matching smiles, sipping alcohol-free drinks. That bouncer was quite the looker though…

What can you say? Great minds think alike — you’ve all been friends for almost a decade for a reason.

Let’s make it clear though; you only came out here tonight to let loose and spend quality time with your friends and only your friends. Girl’s night only. After this, you all will most likely go back to Shea’s place and crash on her comfortable couch until the morning. But right now? You indulge in crowd-watching, your eyes zeroed in on the dancefloor.

You lean back on your barstool and cross your legs, observing the suave men and seductive women going full out during a popular pop song. The flashing lights and disco balls make the nightclub look like something you would see in a 70s Motown music video. You’re not surprised that Shea wanted to check this place out. It’s lively with a nostalgic feeling in the air, plus the juice they serve is great and the DJ has played nothing but back-to-back bangers all evening.

You spot May in the middle of the dancefloor, dirty dancing with a tall woman in a little black dress. The stranger’s classic attire contrasts with the neon green dress that your bubbly friend manages to pull off flawlessly. You can hear May’s twinkling laughter from all the way over here in the brief transition between songs.

At least she’s having fun, you smile. The sight reminds you of that one time you told Baekhyun that you don’t dance, which was a half-truth. You have rhythm; you know how to read the room and catch a vibe. But that’s the problem, you get too into it and then the next thing you know some guy’s jealous girlfriend is pouring her drink down your dress because her man decided to glue himself to your backside like a leech — but we digress.

Your smile slowly fades with a deep sigh. There you go again. Like clockwork, once you think of Baekhyun you can’t get him out of your mind. You made sure to text him earlier today to tell him that you would be out with your friends tonight. Doing it made you feel uneasy, but it was necessary, right? Aren’t you supposed to let your significant other know when you are going out to a nightclub in your not-so-freakdum-but-not-completely-modest-either dress with your best girl friends by your side?

You don’t know. You don’t know and hours later you are still worried about it.

It’s not like Baekhyun reacted badly to you telling him. He told you to be safe and have fun, the usual reaction when you told him the same thing in the past — he has a life-long habit of showing up unannounced at your place — but that’s the problem. It was the same as usual. The usual as in how he responded back when you were just friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

Does he not care? What if he doesn’t? What if he does? — your endless stream of worried thoughts is relentless tonight.

Honestly, the fact that you keep thinking about it has you upset. It’s girls’ night! You’re supposed to be having fun, yet here you are, sitting alone at the bar, sipping at a drink that is more melted ice than citrus juice while worrying about whether you’ll go home to a screaming match in the morning, which is absurd! Why is your mind so set on comparing Baekhyun to the partners of your past?

Your ex’s face flashes through your mind, a vivid image of his face as he gave you that ultimatum: him or Baekhyun.

Oh brother. Fuck it. You clench your teeth and order a fruity cocktail. You need to be buzzed to get through the rest of the night after that memory pops up. Actually, scratch that — you need to be buzzed and shake off this feeling of dread. So you take your drink, chug it, set the empty glass on the counter, and make your way to the dancefloor to meet your two best friends.

Shea’s red bottom heels and May’s gray eyes reflect the club lights, leading you straight to them through the crowd of sweaty bodies. You smooth down the front of your loose yet form-fitting dress and stride right up to them. They take one look at you and pull you closer with one goal in mind: dance the night away until your makeup smears and you want to kick your heels off.

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A few days later you find yourself at Baekhyun’s door. You’ve only seen him once since the day you established your relationship. The summer months are always jam-packed with runway shows and elite events, but as the end of August draws nearer, he gets a few days off before the fall fashion season gets its claws dug into him.

Your baggy t-shirt slips off of your shoulder and you don’t bother readjusting it. It’s no use anyway, the oversized material will just fall down again like it has the other 100 times you’ve fixed it. You smooth down the front of your athletic shorts that sit loosely around your waist yet snug against your hips and thighs. Normally wearing an all-black outfit this time of year would be a death sentence, but with a cold front blowing in from the ocean, the nights have been cooler lately. Pair that with your slip-on running shoes and you are the embodiment of casual — which is ideal, considering the fact that you saw a camera flash on your walk into the apartment building.

You shuffle on your feet, nervously shifting your weight from side to side while having a staring contest with Baekhyun’s front door. The oakwood merely stares back, and if an inanimate object could judge you, you believe that his door would be at the top of the list from the number of times you have come here for one young adult crisis or another. Just remembering the amount of petty stuff you’ve bothered him about at 1 a.m. over the past 2 years has you flushing. God, why? Of all men to fall for, why did it have to be your best friend who knows practically everything about you?

Suddenly, the door opens and Baekhyun regards you with such a knowing look that you find the answer to your question within 15 seconds flat. This man knows you better than you know yourself in so many ways, and the familiarity in that, the comfort of being known for who you are and not what you can be is such a relief on your weary shoulders. You don’t have to make pretenses with him. He knows it all.

As a friend.

It strikes you right in the heart at that moment while you look into his warm brown eyes that reflect the brightly lit hallway lights, shimmers of stars sparkling in those soulful irises that you could spend lifetimes admiring. Baekhyun has accepted you as a friend time and time again. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse. But… will he do the same with you now? As the woman he is committed to?

“Hey.” Baekhyun’s low timbre pulls you from your thoughts. Just a single word from his lips has you filing away your worries to think about later. You take a good look at him as he braces his arm on the wall and leans against the doorframe. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that matches your own, but while yours is oversized, his fits snugly on his broad shoulders and defined biceps, stealing your breath away. Not like you have much breath in the first place when you’re standing in front of him, but still. Between that and the sweatpants resting low on his hips, you have half the mind to turn on your heel and run back home. Home date be dammed.

“Hi,” you utter in a small voice before hastily clearing your throat and standing up a little taller.

“I noticed you standing out here.” Baekhyun leans closer, his brown eyes scanning over you like an X-ray machine.

“Oh,” you reply, as smart as always under his unwavering gaze, “yeah, yeah I was.”

He hums and you think you are scot-free until he opens his mouth again. “Care to elaborate?” he tilts his head, his eyes dancing in amusement while he backs out of the doorway.

You sigh loudly as you step into his apartment. Dammit, you can’t get anything past this man. “I… might have been debating on whether to run away or not,” you admit in a guilty murmur, readjusting the collar of your shirt.

“Why? If I may ask.”

His words make you freeze in the middle of taking off your shoes. Baekhyun doesn’t usually ask if he can ask a question. He just asks. You glance over your shoulder at him, your running shoes still in your hand, and something about his earnest expression and the way his hands are in his pockets makes you lower your guard.

“I’m lost,” you admit quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact. “I know that we established our relationship and what we are to each other but I…” you take a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what I’m doing. Please tell me what dating and a relationship means to you because I-I,” your voice cracks as you stand up and look at him with a helpless expression. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

You bite your lip in an attempt to mask your vulnerability, surprised by how open you were just now. Usually, you would brush things off and downplay your stress and worries, not lay out all your cards on the table like this. It makes you feel raw and exposed. A sensation that you hate from all the times you’ve been dismissed in the past. If expressing fragile emotions was a chess game, you would keep your strategy under lock and key. But right here, right now, you’re willing to take that risk. Like your friends told you before, how will Baekhyun ever know what you are thinking if you don’t tell him about it? You just hope that he will take you seriously.

Baekhyun calls your name, his voice no louder than a whisper. He steps closer to you and cups your face in his hand, his brown irises gazing over your features. “You’re overthinking this,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “What does dating mean to me?” he tilts his head before kissing your cheek. “Spoiling you, taking you on dates, exploring places we’ve never been to before.”

Your skin tingles and flushes as he brushes his lips over your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose. “What’s a relationship to me?” Baekhyun pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and your breath hitches at the fond expression written all over his handsome features. His lips brush over your temple before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, slipping his fingers into your hair as he cradles the back of your head in his hands. “Spending time together, holding you close, and talking with you like this when you get stuck in your head like the little idiot you are.”

“Hey!” you immediately protest and pull away from him, giving him a halfhearted glare.

“Come here.” Baekhyun chuckles and takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. His brown eyes shimmer brightly like midnight stars while he guides you further into his home and to his living room. You gasp at the amount of snacks scattered across the coffee table and one of your favorite movies on the TV, waiting in the streaming service queue. And you gasp again when Baekhyun plops down on the couch and pulls up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you. His citrus shampoo lingers in his hair, his clothes smell like French vanilla, and the mint on his breath leaves you speechless when he firmly presses his lips to yours.

In that moment, you finally let yourself relax, leaning back against his firm chest while taking a bite of the candy he holds up to your mouth. Baekhyun’s eyes crinkle with one of his rarest sweet smiles and you just live in the moment and block out the rest of the world for a while.

A/N:

Hello! I’m up to my chin with schoolwork, but I pulled a few all-nighters to get this chapter done and I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome. This chapter will serve as a bridge between the first 7 chapters and the next 20+ chapters. And yes, there will be multiple parts to chapter 8 (those decimals shall strike again!) I just really needed to add more character and thought behind showing our OC’s thought process because for 3 whole years she even had me confused and I’m like??? Girl me too lmao.

This author’s note probably makes little sense (2am type of brain power right here) but I just want to say thank you for all the support you loves and readers have given this story. Thank you, Infinity team! Part 2 of chapter 8 will have more fluff between our couple, so look forward to that! See you next time~ (^-^)

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