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gyudior · 6 months
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Weight Loss Alternatives
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⤑ pairing: sub!baekhyun x dom!reader ⤑ genre: explicit smut, fluff, married au, non-idol au ⤑ summary: baekhyun wants to lose weight but hates working out, so you offer an alternative method—sex. ⤑ warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw, mentions of weight and losing weight, p in v, teasing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, facial cumshot, cumplay, riding, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy), overstimulation, creampie ⤑ word count: 4.6k
a/n: to the anon that requested baek working out... you ARE heaven-sent!! mans been posting so much about working out and shit that i'm literally going insane AND THAT IG LIVE JFC (ಥ﹏ಥ) i'd like to think that gym sessions (iykwim) are so incredibly hot haha (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) hope you like this! <3
One of the incredible perks of being married to your best friend and the person who once ignited your deepest crush is the profound level of comfort and intimacy that defined your relationship. In this unique union that you shared with Baekhyun, there existed a delightful absence of any awkwardness, even when you found yourself in the unconventional position of ogling and admiring your spouse's physique while he pushed himself to the limits during a grueling workout.
In the private sanctuary of your home gym, the air was filled with the warmth of exertion, beads of sweat glistening like precious gems on Baekhyun's forehead. The room resonated with the rhythmic sounds of his determined grunts, each echo serving as proof of his unwavering commitment to self-improvement. As you observed his efforts from one of the benches, you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration mingled with a healthy dose of amusement.
"Baby, tell me again why I'm working so damn hard?" Baekhyun's voice carried an exasperated tone, punctuated by a groan that seemed to emanate from the depths of his being. You couldn't help but chuckle softly, appreciating the endearing blend of vulnerability and determination that he displayed.
"Because you're on a mission to shed those extra pounds, my darling," you replied, your voice a gentle, supportive melody amidst the backdrop of his physical struggle. Your gaze was filled with affection and encouragement, a silent promise that you were there for him, no matter how much he despised this particular activity.
An adorable pout emerged on Baekhyun's sweaty face, his disheveled hair clinging to his forehead and rivulets of perspiration tracing intricate patterns down his temples. With a tone that bordered on petulance, he grumbled, "I really hate working out."
Empathy surged within you as you empathized with his sentiment. The journey towards self-improvement was indeed a treacherous road, marked by sweat, discomfort, and moments of self-doubt.
Yet, as you continued to watch your husband's unwavering efforts, an unexpected and exhilarating sensation began to stir within you. The sight of his glistening, athletic figure, shaped by his relentless dedication, sent a thrilling ache deep into the core of your being.
In that intimate home gym setting, Baekhyun wore a snug-fitting black sports shirt that hugged his torso with precision and a pair of sleek black shorts. His movements were rhythmic and determined as he pressed the barbell, his arms lifting in a monotonous repetition that showcased the full extent of his strength and commitment.
Your gaze, initially focused on his contorted face and the sheer effort etched into his features, gradually wandered. It traced the sinuous lines of his bulging biceps, lingered on the strain evident in his forearms, and followed the graceful sweep of his hands as they gripped the barbell handle. Your eyes danced across his chest, sculpted and defined, as it moved with each measured breath, the fabric of his tight shirt accentuating every contour. Eventually, your gaze landed, almost by its own volition, on his clothed crotch.
It was a momentary lapse into a wild, carnal reverie that sent your thoughts spiraling into uncharted territory. Your husband was busy doing exercises while you couldn't help but acknowledge the daring thoughts that infiltrated your mind, tempting you to entertain the desires you hadn't anticipated before—what an absolute mad woman that you are. You even marveled at the dichotomy of your character, embracing the passionate desires that now gripped you.
"You know," you began, your voice taking on a tone that suggested deep contemplation, "there are other ways to achieve your weight loss goals…"
Baekhyun, intrigued by this unexpected change in conversation, momentarily paused his movements at the bench press. With beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, he carefully placed the barbell back into its resting position, sitting up to fully focus his attention on you. In his quest for weight loss, he was open to exploring any viable alternatives that didn't involve the strenuous workouts he currently endured.
"What do you have in mind?" he inquired, his curiosity evident in the quirk of his eyebrow, his breaths still heavy from his exertions.
You approached him, your movements slow and tantalizingly sensual, igniting a spark of anticipation in his eyes. Baekhyun couldn't help but wonder about the intriguing proposition you were about to unveil, eager to explore a path that promised relief from the relentless grind of his workout routine.
As you positioned yourself directly in front of your seated husband, a magnetic pull drew you closer to him. Your arms found their way around his neck, fingers sliding sensuously up and down his warm, wide, familiar shoulders. Baekhyun responded instinctively, his strong arms encircling your waist, and his eyes fixed intently on yours, awaiting your response to his earlier question.
"Sex," you declared with a sly and mischievous grin, "it's enjoyable and it also happens to be a calorie-burning activity."
Baekhyun couldn't help but playfully roll his eyes as if the suggestion was almost too elementary. "Baby, we do that all the time," he quipped, running his hands from your waist to your hips in a gentle, affectionate caress. He couldn't resist the urge to probe further, a hint of playful curiosity in his voice, "You want more of it, is that it?"
A sly smirk crept across your face, a silent acknowledgment of the delightful connection you shared with your husband, one that allowed you to explore the boundaries of your desires openly.
"Why not?" you responded with a teasing counter-question, your voice a sultry whisper. "Have you any idea how irresistibly wild I become when my hands trace the contours of your broad shoulders, gliding over your sexy back? It's especially true when you're deep inside me, our bodies locked in a passionate embrace, and you become my only anchor, drawing you closer to me with each thrust."
The sudden admission of your innermost desires took Baekhyun by surprise. He had been in the midst of taking a sip from his water bottle as you passionately voiced your cravings, causing him to choke and sputter, his coughs echoing through the room.
Your playful teasing and the unexpected unveiling of your carnal fantasies had left Baekhyun in a state of bewilderment. Glistening water droplets adorned his lips and chin as he gasped for breath. The air in the room was punctuated by the sound of his choked laughter and gasps for breath, charged with the aftermath of your audacious confession. The sight of his disheveled state, hair touseled, and eyes wide with surprise, only served to fuel your sense of amusement.
As you discreetly began to step back, attempting to conceal your playful escape from Baekhyun's notice, he finally regained his composure. His eyes locked onto your mischievous expression and he realized your intentions.
In a lightning-fast maneuver, he hurled a nearby pillow in your direction, setting off a chain of reactions of giggles and excitement. You darted away, the thrill of the chase coursing through your veins as you squealed with delight. Baekhyun, equally charged by the playful exchange, joined in with equal enthusiasm.
"You better run fast, ___!" he exclaimed, his laughter infectious and echoing through the entire room.
The gym transformed into a playground of joy as your husband pursued you with all the vigor of a man on a mission. With each step, he drew closer to you, fueled by the pure joy of the moment.
Finally, Baekhyun seized the perfect opportunity to catch you by surprise. As you scrambled in search of a hiding spot, attempting to catch your breath during a brief respite from your spirited sprint, he stealthily closed the gap between you two. With a fluid, unexpected maneuver, his strong and muscular arms, further accentuated by the pump from his recent workout, enveloped your waist. His hold was secure and unyielding as you attempted to wriggle free, your laughter harmonizing with his deep chuckles.
"Got you," he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Baekhyun's playful assault continued as he planted affectionate kisses on your neck and launched a merciless tickling attack on your sides. Your laughter intensified, and you pleaded with him between giggles.
“Babe, stop tickling me!” you laugh-cried out, your pleas punctuated by uncontrollable laughter.
“No can do, baby,” he purred in reply, a devilish grin playing on his lips, and he resumed his relentless tickling onslaught on your sides and neck.
You couldn't help but whine, tears of laughter prickling the corners of your eyes. In the midst of your ticklish struggle, you gasped for breath.
“Pleaseeee,” you begged, your voice laced with mock desperation.
Baekhyun finally relented, his fingers withdrawing from their tickling mission. "Fine," he conceded with a grin, "only if you keep your word."
As you caught your breath and regained your composure, you tilted your head in curiosity, puzzled by his cryptic request. "What do you mean?"
"The one you told me earlier," Baekhyun cleared his throat as he clarified, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, "the thing about exercising and sex." His last words came out as a soft murmur as if he were suddenly feeling bashful about broaching the subject.
Recognition flashed across your face and a sly Cheshire grin returned. "Oh!" you exclaimed with a sly wink, "Of course, babe. I fully intend to fulfill my promise, Girl Scout's honor!"
Your newfound confidence seemed to double over as you witnessed your husband become so shy and adorable. Although he couldn't discern the specific thoughts swirling within your mind, he could sense that you were planning something, and the element of surprise only added to the playful tension between you two.
With an alluring, purposeful stride, you closed the distance between you and Baekhyun, your fingers reaching out to seize his hand. Wordlessly, you guided him back to the exercise equipment he had been using earlier, the bench press.
Perching yourself sensuously on the bench you encouraged Baekhyun to position himself in front of you. As you gracefully knelt down, your eyes bore into his with a teasing smirk, and you spoke in a sultry tone as you looked up at him, "Now, I'm going to devour you."
The boldness and urgency of your actions took Baekhyun by surprise, leaving him momentarily dumbfounded. He allowed you to take control, his anticipation building with each passing moment.
Eagerly, you began to pull down his shorts and boxers, exposing his length until they pooled around his knees. Your delicate fingers wrapped around him, stroking his engorged cock a few times.
Baekhyun's breaths grew ragged as you teased the dripping slit with your slender fingers, eliciting a series of hisses and shudders under his breath whenever the pad of your thumb caressed that sensitive spot.
Once satisfied with the reactions you were drawing from him, you lowered your head, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Without further ado, you wrapped your plush, eager lips around his throbbing cock. A guttural groan of pleasure tore Baekhyun's throat, hips jerking involuntarily as he found himself enveloped in the warm, wet haven of your mouth.
Baekhyun's pupils dilated, blown wide as he gazed down at you, his tongue flicking out to wet his own lips in anticipation.
"Shit, baby, fuck," he drawled out, his voice laced with longing and desire, his hand slowly finding its way from his side to the soft tangle of your hair.
You anchored your hands firmly on his thighs, grounding yourself as you sensuously bobbed your head along the length of his throbbing arousal. The intoxicating blend of his natural musk, mingled with the sheen of sweat, created a heady cocktail of desire that strangely aroused you further.
Baekhyun was unrestrained, his reactions loud and unabashed. His gasps, sighs, and primal grunts filled the air, an erotic symphony that echoed through the room, igniting a delightful smile within you. You relished the beautiful sounds he was making, reveling in the way his body responded to your skilled ministrations.
With practiced expertise, you hollowed your mouth even further, allowing him to penetrate deeper, brushing against the back of your throat. The intense sensation brought tears to the corners of your eyes, a testament to the intensity of the moment and the allure of your husband's desire.
The rhythmic motion of your head, fueled by a fiery passion, created an echo of sinful sounds that seemed to reverberate around the gym, forming a seductive melody for Baekhyun's ears. Every calculated move you made sent ripples of pleasure coursing though him, intensifying the experience beyond his wildest fantasies. His grip on your scalp tightened, yanking almost painfully hard, only to trail down the curve of your neck with a featherlight touch that sent shivers down your spine. The contrast between his fierce hold and gentle caress was addicting, heightening the tension in the room.
Amid the symphony of passion that engulfed you both, whispered curses slipped from his lips like silent prayers, each word laden with desire and need. The sheer intensity of the encounter drove Baekhyun to the brink of ecstasy, a place where every sensation was heightened and every touch felt like an exquisite torment.
One of your hands deftly moved to grip Baekhyun's throbbing shaft, synchronizing with the movements of your mouth as you expertly bobbed your head around the tip. Your hand, slick with anticipation, effortlessly stroked along his length, the combination of your warm, wet mouth and the firm, yet tender grip sending waves of pleasure washing over him. It was an orchestration of aching pleasure that left him teetering on the edge of release.
As you continued your passionate ministrations, you reassured yourself that your position on the narrow bench was secure, and Baekyun's grasp on you wouldn't cause any accidental mishaps. With a newfound boldness, you shifted the remaining hand that had been using Baekhyun's thigh for support to cup his velvety-soft testicles. Your fingers gently fondled and squeezed, adding a stimulating dimension to the sensory overload you were subjecting him to.
All these combined actions pushed Baekhyun closer to the precipice of ecstasy, gradually eroding his control over the pleasure that had been building within him.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum," he whimpered, his voice laced with longing and desperation.
Hearing those words, a surge of determination coursed through you. Your movements quickened, your mouth working in perfect harmony with your stroking hand and the tantalizing fondling of his sensitive marbles. The sultry sounds that Baekhyun was emitting stirred a hunger within you and you couldn't help but press your thighs together, your panties growing incessantly damp with your own arousal.
Baekhyun's thrusts grew more aggressive as he chased the elusive peak of pleasure, reducing your mouth to a warm, inviting haven for him to thrust into relentlessly. Your lips made audible clucking sounds and the drool dribbled down your chin as his fervor escalated.
By this point, your hands had abandoned their quest of adding pleasurable sensations to Baekhyun's cock and balls, and instead gripped the bench for support, clutching for dear stability as his cock continued to penetrate your mouth with a relentless urgency. Your eyes rolled back and your body surrendered to the intoxicating haze of lust, matching his fervor stroke for stroke as the two of you neared the pinnacle of desire.
With one final, sloppy thrust, Baekhyun's grip tightened around his pulsating cock. He swiftly withdrew it from your eager mouth, a glistening trail of your combined saliva connecting your lips and his throbbing cock.
He unleashed a torrent of thick, white cum, the hot ropes splattering across your face with unrestrained force. Some streaks landed on your flushed cheeks, others found their mark in the middle of your forehead, and a generous portion filled your mouth, the salty, intoxicating taste an irresistible temptation.
As Baekhyun's eyes fluttered closed in the throes of orgasmic release, a deep, guttural groan escaped his lips. He continued to stroke his cock in rapid succession, each movement accompanied by a powerful surge of pleasure as he sought to relieve himself of every last drop.
As he peered down at you through half-lidded eyes, a mischievous thought crossed his mind and he allowed his intrusive desire to take hold. With his half-hard cock still in hand, he smudged the glistening cream across your face, a wicked grin playing on his lips. His fingers artfully guided the thick, sticky substance, creating an erotic tableau across your flushed skin as he essentially played with his own release.
"You look incredibly hot like this, darling," he murmured affectionately, his voice laced with undeniable desire. He reveled in the decadent sight before him, appreciating the way his cum adorned your features like a tantalizing mask.
Your fingers delicately swiped across your cum-splattered face, gathering the evidence of his passion. With a boldness that mirrored his own, you brought your fingers to your mouth, savoring the taste of him, your tongue dancing sensuously over your digits.
Baekhyun, aroused by your unabashed act and the provocative tableau before him, couldn't resist the pull any longer. Leaning down to meet you, he initiated a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue intertwining with yours. It was a tantalizing exchange, a melding of desires as he tasted himself on your lips and reveled in the shared intimacy of the moment.
Baekhyun's firm, gentle grip found the towel he had left nearby the bench press earlier, after his spirited chase had left you both breathless. He proceeded to tenderly wipe your face clean of his now-drying release, his movements carrying a tender, affectionate air.
As he was about to pull his shorts back up, thinking that the "exercise" had finally concluded, a sudden curiosity tugged at your thoughts, prompting you to inquire about his actions.
"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice a mixture of intrigue and a hint of playfulness.
Confused by the unexpected question, Baekhyun responded, though it sounded more like a query than a statement, "Leaving?"
You arched a curious brow at him, silently pressing for more information, as if your raised eyebrow was an unspoken question in itself, asking why he was leaving.
"I'm going to shower, darling," Baekhyun finally explained, his words laced with anticipation of the soothing cleansing ritual.
However, your response caught him off guard, you rose from your seat, stepping closer to him and clicking your tongue in a playful yet assertive manner.
"We aren't done here yet, Mr. Byun," you admonished, seizing his hand with purpose and guiding him back toward the bench.
A mixture of confusion and adorable curiosity played across your husband's face, his expression a captivating blend of wonder and anticipation as he inquired, "We aren't?"
You shook your head, a sly glint in your eyes. "Oh no, we still have one more exercise to complete," you declared, punctuating your statement with a flirtatious wink, leaving Baekhyun intrigued and eager to see what you had in store for your unconventional workout routine.
As you gently guided your husband back to the bench, a playful command danced upon your lips. With an air of confident allure, you instructed him to touch himself while you prepared to indulge in a provocative striptease before him.
One by one, pieces of your clothing cascaded down, forming a tantalizing pile of discarded attire on the gym floor. Baekhyun's eyes remained fixated on you, watching in rapt attention as the live-action, erotic performance unfolded right before him.
With a subtle, graceful twirl, you showcased your allure for him, inviting him to explore the contours of your body with his eager gaze. Slowly, you strolled towards him, the anticipation in the room electrifying as you straddled his hips, your warmth meeting his in an intimate embrace.
Baekhyun's hands instinctively moved to support your hips as you settled onto his lap. Your folded knees rested on the bench and your feet dangled sensuously at your back. The closeness between you two radiated a magnetic, lustful energy.
"How was the show, Mr. Byun," you inquired with a sultry tone, your soft kisses peppering his jaw and neck. Your fingers entwined with his damp strands of hair, a teasing smile playing on your lips. The intimate playfulness of your words and actions sent shivers of desire down Baekhyun's spine.
The playful use of the pet name "Mr. Byun" had an unexpectedly powerful effect on Baekhyun, further intensifying his arousal with each utterance. Each time you gracefully rolled the affectionate term off your tongue, it seemed to fan the flames of his desire, forging a connection between the pleasure you were giving him and the intimate affection that you both shared. The simple act of addressing him in this way tapped into his deepest fantasies and desires, leaving him enamored by your seductive words and the sensuous experience unfolding before him.
"You're truly a fantasy come true, Mrs. Byun," Baekhyun breathed, his voice laced with reverence and longing. His fingers gently tilted your chin, guiding your gaze back to his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he claimed your lips in a deep, needy kiss, a passionate affirmation of the desire and affection that bound you both in that moment.
As he playfully nipped at your lower lip, catching you off guard, a low, sensual moan escaped your parted lips in response to the pleasurable assault. Baekhyun seized the opportunity, his tongue invading your mouth with fervor. The passionate kiss was a battle of desire and dominance, a fervent exchange that left both of you breathless and longing for more.
Skin met skin, the pace of your grinding against his throbbing length intensified, a growing neediness permeating the room with each tantalizing movement.
"Need you now, Baek," you gasped against his lips, the urgency in your tone mirroring the desperation of your movements.
With fervent agreement, Baekhyun nodded and aligned his aching cock with your entrance. As you lifted your hips off his lap, a simple yet thrilling action created a tantalizing strain against your core, igniting a fire of anticipating and desire that both of you were eager to quench.
With an electrifying jolt of desire, you felt the tip of throbbing cock nestled just at the entrance of your eagerly awaiting heat. Without hesitation or warning, you succumbed to your carnal craving, sinking down onto his length. The angle allowed you to take him in completely, every inch of his cock sliding smoothly inside your slick cunt.
The sudden intrusion sent a shared, unrestrained groan echoing through the room, a symphony of unabashed pleasure. You arched your back, pressing against his chest and gripping his wide shoulders, the overwhelming sensation of being so entirely filled leaving you breathless and dizzy with desire. Baekhyun buried his face against the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as your gummy walls gripped his still-sensitive cock, almost driving him to tears of ecstasy at the corners of his eyes.
"Damn, you're so tight, baby," he grunted, his voice laced with a raw need as he felt the rapid pulsations of your needy cunt constricting around his cock.
As you gradually adjusted to his size, a sultry rhythm began to emerge. You lifted your hips just enough to allow the tip of his cock to tease your sensitive entrance before crashing back down with a fervor that left both of you gasping for breath. The friction intensified, causing Baekhyun to hiss in pleasure and his grip on you to tighten, leaving telltale marks of passion against your skin.
"I'm going to devour you whole, Mr. Byun," you purred, your words punctuated by panting breaths as you maintained the tantalizing pace, bouncing on his cock with relentless determination.
Baekhyun couldn't help but chuckle at your eagerness for a moment, a fleeting hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Of course, you will, Mrs. Byun," he retorted playfully.
However, the levity didn't last long as the undeniable pleasure surged through him, another orgasm looming on the horizon. You continued your relentless assault on his cock, each bounce and powerful descent sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. The dynamic between you had shifted, a potent transformation of intimacy that left you feeling empowered as you rode your husband with unbridled lust, the sensations driving him to new heights of ecstasy as he writhed beneath you.
"I won't last very long, baby," Baekhyun whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut as the overwhelming waves of pleasure threatened to consume him.
"Wait for me, I'm almost there," you whispered fervently against the column of his throat, planting open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. With every ounce of strength you had left, you continued to ride him, increasing the speed of your movements with an urgent desire to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together.
The room was filled with the unmistakable, explicit sound of your passion—the loud sloshing of your juices echoing and mingling with your shared moans and gasps.
"Coming, coming, coming," you murmured feverishly against his ear, the desperation in your voice mirroring the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your veins.
Not a minute later, Baekhyun found himself unable to hold back any longer as well. It was your insatiable drive that had pushed him over the edge. With his mouth seeking the sweet spot of your collarbone, he released his pent-up climax, spurting streaks of warm, cum deep inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy as he rode out the euphoric wave of release, every sensation heightened by the throes of orgasm.
Hunched against his shoulder, you panted, gasping for breath as you felt the warmth of your husband's seed coating your walls. The intense shared climax had left you both trembling and sated, a powerful reminder of the raw, primal connection that bound you together in that moment of ecstasy.
As the intensity of your shared climax slowly ebbed away, you both rode down the waves of pleasure, chests heaving as you caught your breath. The layer of sweat that clung to your bodies glued you together, intensifying the sensation of intimacy that enveloped you two.
In the aftermath of your passion, you clung tightly to each other, reveling in the intimacy you had just shared and the closeness you had just experienced.
Suddenly, Baekhyun's voice broke the peaceful silence, "You're leaking."
A momentary realization washed over you and you remembered the position you were in. You were still seated atop your husband's lap, his strong thighs controlling the width of your spread legs, which had now opened quite wide during the adrenaline of riding him and being rode.
Your dripping cunt, mingling with both yours and his cum, was creating a sensual pool of arousal beneath you.
You playfully rolled your eyes at your husband's comment, leaning in to gently boop his nose with your lips.
"Come on, let's wash up. We're done 'working out' after all," you quipped, a mischievous innuendo hidden within the words that elicited a shared laugh between the two of you.
As you attempted to rise from his lap and stand up, your trembling legs betrayed you and you began to lose your balance. Baekhyun reacted swiftly, catching you just in time before you could stumble to the ground.
His chuckles filled the air as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground, holding you in a bridal-style embrace. You grumbled about the challenges of leg day, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.
"Stupid leg day," you mumbled.
Baekhyun laughed heartily in response, his eyes filled with adoration as he pressed a tender kiss to your sweaty forehead.
"So worth it, though," he declared, his infectious smile spreading to your own lips, leaving you both grinning like two satisfied lovers who had just shared an unforgettable, intimate experience.
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icequeenbae · 2 months
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Boy Next Door (m) Ch.2 | BBH
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Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
Warnings: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex
Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 5k (pt.2)
Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?
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Chapter Masterlist [ongoing]: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)
Author’s note: Okay, I am slightly late to throw this party since the follower count has hit 800 a while ago... BUT NOW IT'S HERE!!! 💜💜💜 And be ready for a bumpy ride with this one. All goes under the cut as it starts off with smut hehe
As usual I'd like to remind you that the more active you guys are, the more motivation I have to update frequently. I'm easy to reach through my asks and I check all of your comments and reblogs~ In any case, I hope you like the first half of this story (just 2 parts ahead!) 💫
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Baekhyun’s grip on your waist was tight.
It felt secure and confident enough, so worries about him having to hold you up were long gone from your head. Your usual shyness seemed to have dissipated, and in its place came utter shamelessness.
‘Fuck, Baekhyun-’
Your high-pitched moan made him grunt. He wasn’t very talkative of a lover, but he was invested in making you come. The two of you barely made it into the apartment, starting out at the front door and only just stumbling into the hallway. Where he had you against the wall now.
‘Please don’t stop…’ You begged, finding his grown-out hair to tug on.
Baekhyun’s hips jerked forward, nailing you into the wall, and he groaned into your neck. Barely able to hold on to his shoulders, you swayed your own pelvis to meet his thrusts. Your breathing was ragged, and the deep, messy thrusts had you both on the brink of orgasm.
‘Ooh, Baekhyun, I’m- Amph!’
Your loud wail broke into reality and woke you up.
~
Later that day you were telling your best friend all about your miserable existence.
‘I hate my life, Yu…’, you whined into the phone.
‘That’s understandable.’
‘Yuki!’
‘Don’t ‘Yuki’ me, I still can’t believe you didn’t drop your panties for that hot neighbor of yours.’ She huffed in the middle of lecturing you. ‘Your subconscious is doing well, showing you what could’ve been.’
‘We barely ever hung out! I couldn’t exactly jump him.’
‘You’re neighbors! Who cares about the ‘three dates’ rule? He’s been to your get-together, you’ve been at his place… eating ice cream.’ You could hear the eye roll.
‘So? That doesn’t mean we’re dating.’
‘Dating-shmating. Didn’t you just mention that you’re horny as fuck for Baekhyun?’
‘So what? I don’t even know what he thinks of me. What if he has a girlfriend?’
Your friend’s laughter filled your ears.
‘He literally cornered you at the door and told you to come back whenever you craved for your favorite ice cream flavor. If that’s not saying, ‘Let’s fuck, Y/N,’ I don’t know what is. I’m actually willing to give him extra points for this. That’s the type of smooth that you need.’
‘I need?’
‘Yep. You’re pretty gentle, you know? He probably got that when he invited you to his house, and you raided his fridge instead of his bedroom.’
She was always in your face about being too slow to open up. You’d had this conversation before, and her stance on it was unyielding – you needed to have a steady male presence in your life to gain confidence for a healthy relationship in the future. But you didn’t think you were made for such arrangements; you were quite conservative about dating.
‘He wasn’t inviting me for sex. There wasn’t anything suggestive of that!’ You countered, not sounding particularly confident.
‘You mean he didn’t make any physical contact all night? Well, that’s not solid-’
‘He did, but it was-’
‘Wait, what?? He did?!’
‘It was nothing!’ You quickly took it back, slapping yourself on the lips.
‘You know what? You don’t even have to tell me. I already know that he wants you, and you want him. I also know you’ll continue dragging it out instead of having sex with the gorgeous boy next door.’
‘That’s actually another reason why I’m reluctant. What if Baekhyun’s not into me? Or in a relationship already? Or what if it ends the usual way? We aren’t just neighbors; we’re the only people on our floor. How awkward would that be?’
Your bestie sighed, probably remembering your past relationships. She, of all people, knew precisely the terms you broke up on and how stressed you were about crossing paths with any of your exes again.
‘It does have the potential to be awkward,’ Yuki pointed out. ‘But also… can you imagine how fun it’s gonna be? You’re always grumpy about having no time for dates and stuff. But you live like 5 seconds away from each other. The universe has outdone itself, you ungrateful woman!’
She fell silent after your huff, and you called out her name to make sure she was still on the line.
‘Sorry,’ she said, not a tiny bit embarrassed. ‘I just imagined having Hoseokie as my neighbor. My body is jealous of you, Y/N. The amount of sex you could be having!’
‘Ugh. I haven’t gotten laid in eternity, yet you keep talking about sex.’
‘Sex is great, you should try it. I can’t even remember what you were like when you had it.’
‘Just as grumpy as now,’ you grumbled. ‘Don’t even count on that making me any more sociable. Once a homebody, always a homebody!’
‘Oh well, at least I’d be happy knowing your body is socializing plenty with your clothes off.’
‘Why would you think about me with my clothes off…’ You gasped.
‘Yah!’
‘I’m hanging up.’ You announced, pressing the red button.
It was your fault for telling your friend about your love struggles. You knew how she was, and you still asked for her opinion.
She texted you immediately after you had one-sidedly ended the call.
Ki-yaah | Rude
Ki-yaah | At least invite the hottie for dinner. Reciprocate his gesture, if you know what I mean
Ki-yaah | But this time don’t wear sweats!! Wear a dress! Something simple
Ki-yaah | And easy to remove;)
You | You are…
Ki-yaah | Helpful?
You | That’s not what I was gonna say, but let’s go with that…
Ki-yaah | So you will??
You | Maybe…
Ki-yaah | Gosh, why are you so resistant!?
You | Idk ㅠㅠ Stop yelling at me ㅠㅠ
Ki-yaah | If you’re really not feeling this guy it’s fine, don’t listen to me~
You | I’m scared of the opposite, Yu… I think I’m starting to ‘feel him’ way too quickly. He’s been friendly once or twice, what if I’m overreacting?
You | It’d look pretty pathetic if I made moves on him, and he didn’t even have any of that in mind…
Ki-yaah | You’re way too hard on yourself, girl. And you still cannot tell when a guy is genuinely interested in you…
Ki-yaah | Remember that party… I was drunk, but even I noticed the way he was looking at you!
You | Exactly, you were drunk! He was probably trying to memorize what I looked like, nothing more
Ki-yaah | Yeah right. Cause when a guy can’t keep his eyes off of you, it’s just him memorizing your features for a composite sketch in case you break the law
You | Stop rolling your eyes
Ki-yaah | I’m glad you noticed!!
Ki-yaah | I wish you noticed men giving you the eyes more often than you notice my eyerolls!
Ki-yaah | Just do it your way. Invite him for a snack, wear something moderately nice, be a tiny bit suggestive and see where he takes this
Ki-yaah | Also keep your counter clear, what if the sparks start flying in the kitchen? Some men get turned on by women cooking, you know? And since you’re a great cook, you might just get your answers quick and efficient~
You | If I could hang up on this chat…
Ki-yaah | Did you write this down?
You | Bye ><
Even if that could be considered decent advice, you still couldn’t muster up the courage to take initiative like this. So all that was left for you was to wait until some random occasion, pleasant or otherwise, brought you together again.
***
It was late.
It was way too late for you to be out, especially grabbing snacks in the supermarket. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to go to bed. You’d been too anxious from overthinking everything in your life recently, from your professional worth to relationships. Getting lost in reflection, you realized you desired someone’s attention and affection. You wanted someone to be close with, not just physically but also emotionally. Intimately. It wasn’t about simply being bored or lonely – any of your friends was a phone call away in cases like that. What you needed was different, and it was something that wasn’t available to you at this time, or, perhaps, ever. So, you decided that a quick run to the nearest store for something to munch on was a great idea.
Spoiler alert – it was not.
‘Damn, why did I buy so many chocolates?’ You puffed into your mask, frustrated with yourself.
Having a sweet tooth came with consequences, and you were really trying to watch your weight since you’d been stress eating for weeks (months?) due to your work-related and other problems. Now was the time to get your diet back to normal, not to maintain the harmful habits.
‘I shall bring those to work if I don’t want to eat all of them myself,’ you thought to yourself, using your code to walk onto the territory of your apartment complex. You were almost home since, thankfully, the supermarket was only a few minutes’ walk away.
The concierge was away, which you noted since you’d usually greet him whenever you came back. You simply headed towards the elevator this time, still consumed by your thoughts. Before you could get close enough to press the button, someone grabbed your wrist, startling you.
‘Excuse me!’
Turning around, you faced the stranger, who decided to stop you in your tracks so unexpectedly.
‘Yes?’
He stared back at you, and you at him. Did you know this guy? Was he new in your building? It was relatively new, so many people were moving in these days. You did, not too long ago. But he didn’t look familiar. Or trustworthy, for that matter.
‘Can I... help you?’
Moving your shoulder back you tried to break free from his hold, but didn’t succeed. This was strange.
‘You’re pretty,’ he suddenly said matter-of-factly. ‘Can I have your number?’
At this point the encounter had become creepy. You went out wearing non-flashy clothes, zero makeup and a mask. How could he even tell whether you were pretty or not? The fact that he was still physically holding you in place escalated the situation.
‘What?’ Dumbfounded, you blinked at him.
‘You’re pretty. Exotic. Give me your number, we can chat.’
Ah, that. You hadn’t been called exotic in a while, and you realized what type of guy that he was.
‘Please let go of me. Kindly.’ You asked, looking around to see if there were any security cameras pointed in your direction.
‘Give me your number first,’ he argued with a strained smile.
The contact became even more unwelcome.
‘Let go,’ you repeated firmly, jerking your arm even though your wrist began to hurt.
‘Oh, come on. I just want your number; I’m not asking for your apartment passcode! Don’t be difficult.’
You were being difficult? This guy would piss you off if he wasn’t getting scarily persistent.
‘I said, let me-’
‘What’s going on?’ A familiar voice, an octave lower than usual, rumbled from behind you.
Turning back, you realized the elevator doors were open, and your neighbor walked through those in long, determined strides.
‘Is there something you want?’ Baekhyun grabbed onto the man’s wrist. ‘Hands off.’
‘Hey, I’m just asking for some contacts, chill.’
The atmosphere seemed to get even thicker with danger. He wasn’t letting go of you, and Baekhyun seemed like he wouldn’t let it fly.
‘You followed her here in the middle of the night, trespassing, by the way, to ask for her number?’
‘What, I can’t be friendly to a nice girl?’
Baekhyun suddenly moved, tapping the intruder on the throat with his palm and using the brief daze of his opponent to unclasp his fingers from you and twist his arm behind his back. Pushing his face to the wall harshly, Baekhyun held him there for a few moments.
‘Let go of me! You’re gonna break my arm, you psycho!’
Your neighbor didn’t seem fazed by the screams.
‘Listen carefully, you fucking punk. I’ll give you ten seconds to make yourself scarce before I alert the police. And if you ever see her again – run the other way. You’ll experience more than a broken arm if you lay a hand on her, you got me?’
The guy only yelped, swearing and begging for mercy at the same time.
‘Do we have an understanding?’ Baekhyun pressed before letting him go.
‘Ye-yes! You’re crazy!’
As soon as he was left alone, your attacker stumbled towards the door and quickly ran out of your building, still holding onto his arm pathetically. Meanwhile, your vision was entirely blurred out, eyes only focused on the broad back in front of you. You were surprised when Baekhyun turned around and slowly walked towards you, looking into your eyes inquisitively.
‘Y/N-ah, are you okay?’ He asked in a much softer voice. ‘Are you hurt?’
His hand touched your reddened wrist gently, and you shuddered.
‘N-no. I’m okay. Th-thank you.’
Baekhyun’s eyes searched your face for clues and seemed to have found some. He took another careful step towards you and cautiously wrapped his arms around you. The action was much needed, and you were glad he did it. His hold made you feel grounded and secure, and you were clinging to him instinctively, searching for comfort.
‘It’s alright. He probably scared you a lot,’ he murmured, voice soothing. ‘But you’re safe now. I’m here.’
Belatedly, you realized that you were sniffling quietly into his chest the entire time, grabbing a handful of his shirt.
‘I’m sorry,’ you whispered, pulling away. ‘I didn’t mean to cause you-’
‘Y/N,’ he instantly cut you off. ‘You didn’t cause anything. But preferably don’t walk around this late all alone.’
Baekhyun cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs.
‘I live just next door. Tell me if you need company, or if anyone bothers you again.’
He paused to look down and bent forward to pick something from the floor. The plastic bag from the store that you dropped during the struggle.
‘Let’s get you home now,’ he hummed, guiding you to the elevator.
‘But-’
‘Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.’
Baekhyun delivered you onto your doorstep in silence.
‘Do you have ice to put on your wrist for bruising?’ He inquired, and you nodded timidly.
Not that you weren’t thankful, you were just still a bit shocked, and embarrassed too.
‘Y/N-ie,’ Baekhyun suddenly patted you on the head like a little girl. ‘Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?’
‘Y-yeah. I just need to… I just need a moment.’
He nodded for you to press your passcode in, and held the door for you before giving the bag with your snacks back.
‘Text me if you need anything,’ he stressed. ‘Okay?’
‘Mhm.’ You simply nodded.
You couldn’t exactly say that he was what you needed right now.
‘See you, Y/N-ah.’
***
The incident greatly impacted your (usually) pretty peaceful life. And it actually pushed you towards interacting with Baekhyun much more often – from the occasional small talk whenever you ran into each other, to the actual… hangouts? You swiftly went from acquaintances to friends.
In the span of a few weeks, you became a frequent guest at his home. One could even say that the negative experience turned out to be the catalyst of your relationship. You’d grown much closer afterwards. So comfortable with each other, that you found yourself in his living room in front of the TV every other day.
‘Yah, why didn’t you pause while I was on the phone? I can’t trust you to give me the short version, you take longer than if we actually rewatch it!’
‘What? I can be pretty laconic if I need to!’ You threw a carrot slice at him.
You had so much popcorn lately that a healthier equivalent was more than necessary.
‘What’s this, a bunny attack?’ Baekhyun threw it in his mouth and crunched on it. ‘Get back to where I left off.’
‘Alright, oppa.’
He drove you crazy with his bossiness sometimes.
‘That’s right. Respect your elders,’ he teased.
‘Why do I put up with this…’ Rewinding the episode, you scratched the fluffy head in your lap. ‘Mongryong-ah, I only endure this for you!’
Baekhyun looked down at his corgi.
‘Wah, living your best life, aren’t you, old man?’
‘You didn’t have to mention his age! You’re still adorable, Ryongie,’ you stroked the dog’s back.
‘He likes you too much,’ Baekhyun noted. ‘This grandpa usually isn’t this mellow with strangers.’
‘I’m not a stranger!’
‘With new people,’ he corrected, laughing at your exasperation.
‘I like him too. It’s mutual,’ you hugged the corgi, stretching his long body along yours, and rubbed his belly.
‘Wow. Literally a pile of mush, disgusting.’ Baekhyun said, looking at his happy dog.
‘You’re just jealous ‘cause he’s never this cute with you.’
‘Or I’m jealous ‘cause I want a belly rub too,’ he retorted, finally pressing play.
‘All you have to do is ask,’ you thought.
Unfortunately for you, Mongryong actually lived with Baekhyun’s parents, so you couldn’t use him as an excuse to come over that often. Even though your neighbor was diligently informing you about his pet’s visits. You really should’ve read between the lines, but even if you realized he did like you… It wouldn’t have changed much. You were just not the type to make the first move, so you just went with the flow. And if there was no opening for you to spend time with Baekhyun, you just… didn’t.
But the universe had its own ways of pushing you.
~
‘Why isn’t it working?’ You grumbled, pressing the numbers on your keypad lock. ‘Please, don’t tell me…’
An odd thought had crossed your mind. You hadn’t changed your batteries since you’d moved in, so what if those had completely drained? Today, of all days! When you went out to buy some cereal and ended up running home from the store under pouring rain?
‘No, dammit!’ You cursed under your breath.
‘Trouble with your lock?’ The voice from behind made you jump.
‘Oh god, when did you get here?’
‘Just now,’ Baekhyun hummed. ‘You look stressed. Are you locked out?’
‘Yeah. The battery died… Very timely. What do I do…’
‘You need a 9V.’
‘A what?’
‘A 9V square battery,’ Baekhyun laughed. ‘Which, I assume, you don’t have.’
You stared at him blankly, looking absolutely clueless.
‘Come here,’ he grabbed your wrist and led you to his door. ‘I’ll go to the store and get you one. But you need to change, or you’re bound to get sick.’
It wasn’t like you would say no – you were shivering already.
‘Here, you can wear this for the time being. And a towel,’ he handed you a small pile as soon as he left his bedroom. ‘Use a hairdryer for your hair.’
‘You really don’t need to-’
‘Go, you’re freezing. I’ll make a quick run to the store and back, and you warm up in the shower.’
‘Thank you,’ you managed to say while he was nudging you into the bathroom.
You locked the door behind yourself just to be sure, although you trusted that Baekhyun wouldn’t try anything. Still, taking a shower at his place was kinda intimate… and exciting. Maybe because it was the first time you’d ever done it in another man’s home?
‘Get ahold of yourself, Y/N-ssi,’ you told your reflection in the mirror.
The color in your cheeks seemed too bright. Taking your clothes off was strangely a big deal, so you hurried up and jumped into the shower quickly. Your body welcomed the warmth, so you spent at least ten blissful minutes under the hot water. Baekhyun’s wash smelled nice, and you stood there for a few minutes, thinking about how familiar the scent was. You’d seen him fresh out of the shower, so you knew this smell even though it was less concentrated on him. And now you had it all over yourself.
‘Stop wasting someone else’s water,’ you scolded yourself for your dreaminess and finished your routine quickly.
The thought of you smelling exactly like Baekhyun made you squirm. Were you a pervert? This shouldn’t have been this thrilling. Continuing to scold yourself, you got dressed.
‘Gosh, this shirt is long,’ you mused, trying to see the fit in the mirror. It reached your mid-thigh and was the best Baekhyun could offer of his own oversized clothes. You daydreamed for another minute about how broad and chic his shoulders must look in clothes like these.
‘I really do need to get a grip.’
Another ten minutes later, you finally stepped out of the bathroom. You found Baekhyun in the kitchen, moving stuff around on the counter. Certainly, with how long you’d been in the shower… he was back already.
‘Oh, Y/N, you’re done already?’ He asked as soon as he spotted you. ‘Sit down, I’m making you some mint tea.’
Mint tea was actually something that you brought into his life. Baekhyun wasn’t into tea – like almost any Korean, he preferred coffee. But once you’d introduced some variation into his beverage selection during one of your visits, he grew to appreciate the new flavors.
Instead of taking a seat, you came closer to see how he was brewing his tea. Baekhyun was very focused, and you couldn’t help but smile.
‘You didn’t have to do this,’ you murmured, sounding softer than you expected.
He looked down at you, eyes wandering around your face for a few seconds before reaching your mouth.
‘It’s no problem. I don’t want you to get sick,’ he said, turning away and licking his lips. ‘Here.’
You accepted the cup from his hands and took a sip.
‘Oh, that’s good! Thanks!’
Baekhyun nodded, watching you have more.
‘Did you get the V.. battery thing?’
‘Oh, about that… They didn’t have any. But don’t worry, I ordered express delivery online, should take a couple hours tops.’
Catching your uncertain expression, he suggested moving to the living room.
‘We can watch something or just chill.’
Although you agreed, you knew there was no way to pay attention to anything on the screen. You were acutely aware of the fact that you were in Baekhyun’s home, wearing his clothes, smelling of his shower gel, and sitting on his sofa. And the person responsible for your unstable control over your feelings was slowly catching up.
‘You sure you’re okay, Y/N-ah?’ He asked, leaning in to touch your forehead. ‘You seem a bit distracted and quiet.’
‘No. I mean, yes. I mean- I’m fine,’ you blurted out too quickly.
He stayed close, examining your face in great detail.
‘Your cheeks are red,’ he said, making you hold your breath. ‘And you’re pretty without makeup. As usual.’
You swallowed, afraid that your voice could betray you if you answered. His lips parted as soon as his eyes fell on your mouth again.
‘You’re always pretty,’ he said, distracted by your lips.
Without realizing it, you cocked your head slightly to the side, inviting him to kiss you. He was slowly getting closer, and your mind blacked out for a second.
When the lights in your head turned back on, you were full-on making out. It started slow initially, then it led to you two viciously attacking each other’s lips. Just the sound of your kissing made you shiver, and the pleasant tickle of butterflies in your belly accompanied this madness. You hadn’t experienced it for so long, it seemed new, and strong, and addictive.
Baekhyun didn’t waste any time, hands wrapping around your unsuspecting form to hold you against him. You gasped for air, but that was a short-lived pause. His tongue slid between your lips mischievously, and you could only grunt. You’d be down for anything he suggested right now. It was hard to tell how much time had passed while you were kissing, but you relished every second of it. His warmth, his skill, his gentle touch… He was way too perfect, and there was no way you could stop at your own volition.
But the doorbell disrupted your craze within a second.
Both of you stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily before he finally moved to get off of you. Sitting up, you tugged at the hem of your shirt, unable to recall just when he got on top of you. Not that you minded, anyway.
‘Ah, why did I order express delivery…’ Baekhyun muttered frustratedly, closing his eyes. ‘Give me a minute. No, twenty seconds.’
Nodding, you chuckled at his impatience. You felt exactly the same – eager to pick up where you left off. Although you weren’t the type of girl who’d give in to her desires easily, you’d been tiptoeing around your devilishly handsome neighbor for way too long. What happened just moments prior was solid proof of how weak you were for him. It was the first time ever you dove into a makeout session so fanatically that your memory was spotty afterward.
But the worries suddenly replaced your giddiness. What if he thought… that you were into that sort of thing? What if he now believed that you casually came into men’s houses and jumped them like a hungry lioness? Was it too needy of you?
‘What the hell are you doing here?’
The undertone of Baekhyun’s voice instantly got your attention. He wasn’t pleased to see whoever it was at his door. Could there be any trouble with the delivery?
‘Aw, and I was under the impression you’ve been missing me like crazy, babe.’ The flirty female voice answered.
Oh no.
Oh hell no.
Did he… have a girlfriend?!
The thought was like a cold shower to your body. Of course. An attractive young man lives in a fancy apartment complex and drives a luxurious car… How could he ever be single?
You were so naive.
And now you were about to get caught.
Springing up from the sofa, you darted towards the door and then froze. You couldn’t walk out of the living room without being seen. This was a nightmare, your worst nightmare coming to life.
‘I signed off on your delivery for you. Can’t you be grateful for one second, Baekhyunie?’
Her voice seemed closer. She was definitely inside the apartment. Maybe she’d believe your explanation that he was just helping you out? Solely friendly neighbor stuff? Oh gosh, you were totally done for.
‘Just get out.’
‘Why, are you hiding something?’ She asked, a bit less playful this time.
‘No.’
‘Are you sure?’ You could hear her taking a step.
‘Didn’t you hear me? Get out.’
There were a few seconds of silence that made you quiver with anxiety.
‘Is there someone in there, Baekhyun?’ She repeated.
‘Is it any of your business?’ He gritted. ‘Where do you think you’re- yah!’
The noise from the hallway could only mean one thing – she was walking right this way. Your mind couldn’t develop anything slightly useful at that point, so you simply stood there. In front of the sofa where you’d just almost… yeah.
She stormed into the room, pausing when she saw you. She was taller than you and very, very skinny. If you’d ever met her outside, you’d think she was a model. She wore a black ensemble that you could only guess was some hot-ass designer, and her hair was perfectly styled. She didn’t blink her faux eyelashes once while scanning you head to toe.
‘Are you freaking serious?’
The way she scrunched her nose, almost in disgust, made you shift uncomfortably. You’d definitely tell her off for this, if not for the shame you felt for being caught red-handed as ‘the mistress’.
‘Are you serious? Stop walking around like you own the place.’ Baekhyun fired back from behind her.
‘I go to the States for a few months, and then you’re snatched when I return?’ She huffed in disbelief. ‘Or is she paid to come here? Judging by the attire you were saving up. And I wouldn’t wear anything revealing with legs like that.’
Your mouth opened, but before you could even respond, your neighbor grabbed her forearm.
‘You really are delusional. Get out of my house.’
He dragged her back to the door, and she continued to yell at him.
‘Are you kidding me, Baekhyun? I can’t believe you’d kick me out to stay with some hooker!’
He stopped abruptly, turning to face her.
‘My mother taught me not to swear in front of ladies. But I hope you shut your fucking mouth right now. I’m only warning you once.’
He shoved her forward towards the door and cleared his throat.
‘Get your shit and leave. I’ll have a word with our security about how you got in.’
‘Fuck you, Byun. I’ll walk these heels over your balls when you realize you’ve made a huge mistake!’
‘Please, spare me your sick fantasies.’ He rolled his eyes, swinging his door open. ‘Out.’
The door slammed shut as soon as she left, and Baekhyun sighed loudly. He ran his left hand through his hair, still on edge, and pressed a button to turn the display on to see your floor. When she was gone, he sighed again, this time in relief. And you… felt so confused. And ashamed. And humiliated.
When Baekhyun turned around, it struck you on the spot. You couldn’t face him right now. Suddenly you felt small and exposed, and all you wanted was to be alone. So, you rushed back into the room to grab your phone.
‘Y/N-’ He began, walking after you. ‘Wait.’
You avoided his touch as you busted out of the room.
‘Where are you going?’ He asked as you slipped your feet into your wet shoes. ‘Stop.’
His hand caught your elbow, and you shivered as his skin burned yours.
‘Please, don’t follow me. I need to go.’ You asked, facing the door.
‘But-’
‘Baekhyun.’ You pushed.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. You heard shuffling, and then he put something into your palm.
‘You’ll need this.’
The battery.
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A/N: Happy (belated) Lunar Year to everyone btw! And also huge thanks to all of you sweethearts who take time to read my stories and leave me long kind messages and comments, I appreciate you so much ❤️❤️❤️
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Hii can you do 30 and 22 with Baekhyun? Thank you 🤗
Situationship 🏰
Genre: angst Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.9k Warnings: language | not explicit but smut
a/n: I was having the hardest time coming up with a plot for this one and then the song Oranges by Kenya Grace came on and boom this came to me~! At this rate my drabbles are just gonna be over 1k 🙄. tysm for the request and I hope its not too angsty 😊
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If you were to ask yourself if you were a terrible person, you’d tell yourself no without any hesitation.
Except when it came to Byun Baekhyun.
He’s a nice guy. A good guy.
And maybe that was the reason why you treated him the way you did.
And that’s what made you a terrible person.
There wasn’t an ounce of surprise on his features when he opened the door to his apartment and saw you on the other side, leaning against the wall. You showed up often enough—usually when you were horny or in need of some comfort. He never turned you away, and tonight was no different.
He grinned at you, the action full of relief, and opened the door wider—an invitation. Never breaking eye contact, you pushed yourself off the wall, sauntering your way toward him. Instead of entering, you reached out to hold his waist with one hand, your other going to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a provocative kiss that gave away your intent for the night. A moan left his mouth as your tongue entered it. Never breaking the kiss, you dragged him deeper into his home, barely giving him time to close the door.
Baekhyun was an amazing lover, the best you’d ever had. It was what kept you coming back. And some days, much like this night, he became so aggressive. It felt like he was punishing you, slamming all the frustrations he carried for the situation into you, forcing you to feel it—to feel him. It drove you crazy. It would have you clawing desperately at his back, legs dangling in the air. You had no doubt the neighbors groaned with irritation when he became like this. What with the constant banging of his bedframe against the wall, his name leaving your swollen lips in screams. Yeah, they probably despised you both.
When he was done with you, you were left violently shaking, struggling to remember where you were, what your name was. All you knew in those moments was him, and the insurmountable pleasure waving throughout your body and soul. He fell beside you, drenched in sweat, swallowing as much air his pouty mouth could fill into his lungs, you would’ve thought he just got done running a marathon.
As you took him in, you noticed that bit of darkness caught in his stare—something you were worried you had given to him. Immediately, the lustful haze surrounding you dissipated and you began gnawing on your lip as the regret started to settle into your bones. You were well aware of what you were doing to him. You knew how he felt about you. Knew how much it pained him when you left. He always tried his best to hide it, to act like he was as content with this arrangement as you were, but it didn’t fool you. No. You knew that he wanted more from you, and you took advantage of it.
It never truly hit you until right after, the ramifications of your selfish actions. It made it hard to look at him, to see just how badly you were wrecking him.
That dark glint in his eyes lingered longer each time, you noticed. He would grow to resent you, wouldn’t he? One day. One day he would close the door on you, and find himself somebody who would return the love he craved. A nice person. Someone who suited him. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought.
Not being able to handle it much longer, you sat up with a sigh, rubbing your damp face. He watched you, but kept silent. Baekhyun knew the routine.
You were starting to shuffle off the mattress when you felt the tips of his fingers ghost down your exposed spine. You completely froze under his touch, your mind seeming to short circuit from the affectionate caress.
“Come lay back down,” he murmured, breaking your silence. His voice was uncharacteristically deep, unintentionally sultry, making you shiver at the prospect of another round.
He began moving when you didn’t. Shuffling around until he was curled behind you, his arms went around your waist as his lips left sweet tender kisses on your bare shoulder.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he confessed breathlessly against your skin.
“Baekhyun….” That was enough to get you moving again. You shook him off, jumping from the bed in search for your panties. Once found, you put them on in a haste, eager to leave. Baekhyun was back to silently observing you, shoulders slumped in defeat.
But that darkness… it seemed to consume him, possessed him, making him grow bold.
“I can’t keep doing this, you know?” He told you, voice steel. “Letting you use me like this? It’s messed up.” He said your name and a chill ran down your spine at the lack of affection.
You ignored it, finding and slipping on your pants. “Well, you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”
“Because you keep coming over!” He exploded. His outburst echoed off the walls, made your shoulders bunch up to your ears. He was heaving, wide eyes pleading. “Why do you keep coming over?”
The question was ripped from his throat, a question he must have asked himself time and time again, the answer always alluding him. But, right now, he needed to know.
It was his ultimatum.
You blinked at him. Why did you keep coming over? Because you couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. You weren’t sure anymore if it was the guilt or…something else. Lately, it’d been worse, the urge to be with him. You liked the way you felt around him, liked listening to his voice, his jokes. Liked how unbearably sweet he could be, how invested in you he was. And not just your body, but your thoughts, your interests. That’s what really brought you here tonight. It wasn’t just the sex—although it was that too—it was, well, him. You just really wanted to see him.
But you couldn’t tell him that.
Emotions…terrified you. Getting close to people like that scared you shitless. You had tried once in the beginning, to be good for him, but you psyched yourself out. Once it started feeling too real you shut down on him, building walls and boarders around your heart to keep him out of it.
“What do you want to hear?” You asked, suddenly exhausted. “That you’re the best lay I’ve ever had? That you fuck me so good I keep coming back even though I know you’re in love with me? That I keep coming back because you’re in love with me? Does that satisfy you? Make you feel better?”
He silently fumed, hurt by your words. His face reddened with embarrassment and shame at your revelation.
“Does that make me the villain?” You continued, voice rising in anger and frustration. Why did he have to do this now? Why was he trying to ruin everything? “Sure, but you’re not innocent either! You’re using me too! You think I don’t know how you use our time together to play out your little fantasies, to pretend we’re something more?” H face grew an even darker shade of red. “You have to take some responsibility for your hurt. It’s not fair to put all the blame on me. I’m not completely heartless, Baekhyun. It makes me sick, knowing that I’m hurting you. Why do you think I always leave? Because the guilt is eating me up inside! And I know, okay? I know that I should end this, that it’s the right thing to do. For both of us. But…I’m selfish. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to have you. Just the thought of someone else touching you—"
You shuddered at the thought.
But then it hit you, what you just revealed. You took Baekhyun in warily, wondering how he would react to your slight confession. His face had cooled down some, took on more a pinkish hue, he studied the floor, his crumbled bed sheets, his fingers—anything but you. If he had heard your slip up, he didn’t mention it.
“I know that you don’t love me,” he revealed quietly. “That you can’t love me. I know that what we have is supposed to be purely physical. I thought I could handle it. Told myself that it was enough for me.” He drew in a large breath, running a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at the strands as he did. “But it’s not. I think I’m even more in love with you now.” He let out a humorless laugh. “But I’m selfish too. And if this is all that you can give me…then fuck it. I’m all in.”
Internally, you sighed. You didn’t see the appeal, didn’t see why he kept suffering just for a piece of your attention. It felt…cruel. You wanted him to stand up for himself. Wanted him to throw you out and tell you to never contact him again. Wanted him to love himself—to choose himself. Instead of choosing this slow torture.
“It’s not….” You swallowed thickly. “I’m not worth it, Baekhyun.”
He blinked at you. “You are to me. You’re one of the most important things in my life. I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”
You shook your head, fighting with yourself. He loved you. He loved you so much he was willing to break himself, to give you any piece you wanted.
“I’m sorry I said anything. I was just….” He shook his head. “I just didn’t want you to leave yet.”
He searched you, looked for more hesitation, tested to see if he should say more or not.
“I know that you care for me. That you…that you have feelings for me too.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged. “’I don’t want anyone else to have you,’” he repeated your words earlier, chuckling when your eyes widened in shock. So, he had heard you.
The smile remained on his face, a shimmer of joy, of hope. He would latch onto that, keep it close, nurture it and see if it grew.
“I know you want to be with me also. That you don’t want to leave. So, just stay this time. Stay for me.”
You take him in, scrutinized him and saw no trace of pain or heartache. There was slight regret, probably from starting this argument in the first place, but mostly you only saw… love.
And for once you wanted to bask in it. You wanted him to hold you, to give into his dreams of having you. Maybe humoring him this time wouldn’t hurt? Maybe…this could be the start of something else. He had been so patient with you, and slowly you had been letting your guard down. You were still terrified, but not as badly as you had been.
“This could be a really bad idea,” you said, never taking your eyes off of him.
He agreed, nodding his head shallowly. “It is a bad idea. But I don’t care. Not when it comes to you.”
You take a step toward him, encouraged by his words, and he fought off a smile.
When you got to the edge of the bed, standing between his legs, you hold his head at his chin, brushing his bangs from his face.
“You’re important to me too,” you confessed. That brought out the smile he’d been fighting. You ran a finger down the side of his face. “I care about you.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay,” you said. Leaning down to kiss him again, this one slow, unrushed. A promise. A promise to try.
Because you realized, you were worth it. And Baekhyun was worth it too.
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synthetickitsune · 5 months
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Prey ✧ b.bh
Pairing: Vampire!Baekhyun x human!(gn)reader Genre: angst - ? Summary: Baekhyun found himself a very willing prey, so why would he hold back? Word count: 2.1k Warning: blood, biting, mentions of death A/N: this is not what i wanted to write today, and it's not what i wanted to write when i started writing it and it's much longer and i blame exactly one (1) person for this thing bcs they infected me with vampire thirst and their stupid meme was the last drop </3
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“Oh you wanna kiss me so bad,” you purr against his ear. You’re already breathing heavily, your heart beating in your chest at a frenzied pace. You pull at his hair, fingers tangling into the mess just so you feel something real in your grasp. If you don’t do something, you’ll lose your mind. Your body’s screaming at you to move, to run, but you can’t when there’s a beast pinning you to the wall.
There’s no way to ease the rush, or to persuade your body you’re not dying tonight - perhaps. If you’ll behave. Truth to be told, you wouldn’t want to run or feel safe even if you could. It’s too addictive, the feeling of blood rushing through your veins, your heart thumping like a rabbit’s caught in a hawk’s claws. 
Baekhyun can hear it, he can smell it, as his little prey trembles in his hold in nothing but excitement that is not shared by your instincts. It makes his own so strong the world fades away as hunger takes over. You’re such a good prey. So afraid and so eager you all but put yourself into his lap, let him back you into a corner and he’s sure you’ll let him eat you up without fussing too. He can tell all warmth drains from your fingertips as his fans scratch up the column of your neck. His sharp senses only follow your blood - its warmth, its iron-y scent, the flow of it through your body. The artery right beneath his teeth is threatening to burst, so juicy and so full his body almost does something so human like salivating. 
“Kissing you is the last thing I wanna do,” he finally responds but his tongue feels heavy and he drags it right over your pulse point, his body jolting in pleasure. You moan though your lips are pressed tightly together and it sounds almost as sweet as your heartbeat. The pain as you pull harder on his hair is sweeter. It’s so cute how desperately your mind is trying to anchor itself and brace itself against the terror of what it thinks is approaching death. Fortunately for you, Baekhyun likes to deny himself the pleasure as much as he likes to indulge, and he lets you pull his head away from your neck.
He responds to your desperate kisses lazily. His hands stroke up and down your sides, already caressing the bare skin under your shirt. You’re so full of life. He wants to take a little for himself. Yet you’re so greedy - hands grabbing at his collar, pulling him closer, clawing at him to rile him up or maybe in a poor and unwilling attempt at self-defense. Your teeth pulling on his lip and your sultry gaze are the last drop.
You gasp when he slams you against the wall, his body truly pinning you against the surface and his nails turning into claws that dig into your skin until it barely doesn’t break. It’s hard to breathe with the pressure of his body on yours. Your excitement grows and your fear spikes, but that’s alright. You can feel his excitement too. His pupils are blown wide and boring into yours. It’s an action guided purely by nature that you try to avoid the predatory gaze even as his breath mixes with yours and there’s nowhere else to look but the beast. 
“Afraid yet, little human?” he whispers softly. It’s quiet enough that you can imagine he sounds concerned. Your mouth is too dry to speak, your throat too constricted and he’s not even choking you. His teeth, glistening in the moonlight coming in through the window, are still far from your flesh and blood. Your hands fall to hang limply by your body, the energy to fight leaves you and flight is not an option, yet your body is stuck in survival mode, helpless and shaking, and your eyes are getting teary. You’re such a good prey for him. “Will you beg for it?”
You take in a shaky breath but you can’t speak. Your mind blanks out when he dips his head and kisses the corner of your lips. Your jaw is next, he makes a tender path to where it meets your neck. He hovers without touching you, and you squirm against his body, the last spasms of a dying victim that are fruitless and only rouse the predator’s drive.
Your life flashes before your eyes. Shards of memories long forgotten - the same paralysis taking hold of your body the first time you heard a tiger’s roar, the same submission forced by instinct when you were forced into a corner with no means of standing up for yourself, and the state of being hyper aware of the blood rushing through your body when you met his hungry gaze for the first time.
His fangs are sharp enough that the pain comes later than the actual bite. You feel it like a blade slicing through the skin on your shoulder. He’s playing with you, and the tears pool in your eyes to the brim. You hear a gasp and realize that it’s you making the sound. Your muscles are drawn taut with tension, and it makes the next incision easy for him. Hissing, you feel the drops of blood dotting your skin. You’re more than familiar with his games, you know the cuts will heal quickly, leaving only faint scars behind. He’s just playing with his food until he’s not.
It’s different today. He’s impatient. You feel it in the way his claws already break skin and blood rises to the surface. Those won’t bleed much, merely leaving behind a bloody crust on his claws and uncomfortable little scratches that you’ll feel on your ribs every time you lay on your side.
Meanwhile his teeth nibble on the flesh of your neck and where he nibbles, he devours. You whimper, your hands curl into fist and your nails dig into your palm. You can’t do anything but let the pain wash over you. It’s only a little bite. Nothing more than an appetizer. Just a bit of flesh you don’t need and your body won’t miss. More blood than flesh, juicy and so fun to chew that it makes him shiver in excitement before he attacks your neck again. He’s just scraping you with his teeth a bit. Where’s the harm in that? It surely doesn’t hurt that much. Flesh won’t satisfy him, it won’t sooth the thirst clawing at his throat, but the pulpy addition to the liquid he needs is kind of fun.
The vibrations of Bakehyun’s satisfied hums and purrs tickle through your frozen state. The tears have long spilled and you’re biting your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out. Your neck is sensitive and tender from only just healing from your last encounter with the vampire. You won’t stand it for long, seeing as your hand already sought out his arms to grip onto. You close your eyes tight and try to get control of your breathing. You want to feel all of it. You don’t want to escape. Resisting instinct feels like overcoming death and you’re addicted to the high that follows. 
He could shred your throat to pieces with his fangs alone but he’s just toying with you, leaving pretty little bloody lines that tempt him. His lips are bloody, his cheeks and chin and nose. He’s always been a messy eater when allowed to indulge. His throat burns, the void where his stomach used to be threatens to swallow him from the inside unless he quenches the thirst.
And then it comes.
“Please,” a faint plea, a cry, a sniffle from a pathetic little human that is offering a body much weaker than his own for him to use as he pleases, “Please drink from me.”
He feels your flesh splinter like wood when he bites where he littered your throat with his precise little bites and cuts and his eyes roll back as fresh blood fills his mouth. Distantly, he hears you scream so he presses himself firmer against you so you can’t breathe. He feels your blood drip in thick drops from his chin and down his neck. The metallic taste fills his soul with peace and soothes his aches. The iron tastes just like salvation. He keeps sucking out more of your blood and gulps it down eagerly. He can hear your heart beating, desperately trying to make for the lack of liquid it’s supposed to provide to your oxygen-starved body. He can feel you struggling, whimpering so weakly a human could not notice the sound.
He’s starving, famished, despite feeding not too long ago. Just a little taste and now he can’t get enough. You knew what you were getting into when you invited him to your home. Stretching, baring your neck for him to see. You wanted to get eaten. This once the blame is all yours. He licks the bites only to sink his teeth in again, to draw more pained sounds that soon die in your throat. He should let you go. He’s had enough to live without thirst. Now it’s just a decadent feast. Your thick blood pours down his throat and it’s a caress of angel’s wings. Just him and his good prey and the delicious blood. A heaven he has to let go.
Not yet, the vampire thinks as he licks his lips and the wound he left behind, he still needs more. He bites down again, lower, but close enough to let his teeth sink through the cracks in your flesh he made. You can’t scream anymore, choking on nothing as you try to breathe hopelessly, your body so weak as to be almost lifeless. It feels like your strength flows directly into him where his powers amplify it just to cause you more harm. The last of your tears spill from your eyes, and when you can no longer hold onto life and the world around you and your mind starts shutting down, you feel him lap at your neck.
The coagulated blood creates bumps that are a funny texture under his tongue, but that’s what he gets for getting carried away. You’re barely conscious - perhaps barely alive? He thinks for a moment, but your heart beats on, determined to make up for its failure to keep your body strong that is not its own fault. Still, you’re weak and fragile, and Baekhyun is grateful for how good a prey you were, and so he holds you still with all the tenderness he can muster when he’s at his strongest. He finishes his work with a kiss, and he hopes you felt it before you collapsed. 
He should leave soon, before the dawn comes. You must be used to being left on the spot his kind fed from you. But seeing how pale you’ve become, and sucking the residue of your blood off his teeth, he’s overcome by genuine fondness. He sighs, collecting you in his arms. He carries you to bed and sets you down gently, cocooning you in blankets because he knows your body will struggle to produce warmth. He brings you water and some food, though he isn’t entirely sure if it’s ready to eat. Oh how simple his life is in regards to feeding.
His thirst satisfied and a favor done, he really needs to leave. You didn’t ask him to stay, nobody ever does. He doesn’t like to feel unwelcome, though he has a feeling that should you wake up with him in your bed, you wouldn’t entirely mind. He checks the sky outside. It’s still dark, but his body tells him he needs to get a move on to return to his own home safely. But then he hears your teeth chatter with cold, he sees you shiver even as you’re wrapped in all the warm and fluffy blankets he could find.
You were the perfect prey for him.
He should reward you after he took what he desired.
It feels like he’s disconnected from his body as he slips under the covers and maneuvers you to his chest. He knows he’s almost as warm as a human should be right after feeding, but he isn’t prepared to feel how cold you really are when you curl into him. Baekhyun sighs and pets your head. He doesn’t need sleep, his body won’t allow it either, but this sensation isn’t all that bad. He’ll allow himself to analyze it while you rest.
Soon he’ll seek out a new human to feed on, but tonight he’s happy to see his prey live on.
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Kiss of surprise
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Scenario: nervously asking your friend if he's ever thought about kissing you, he decided for his response to be a little bit physical
Pairing: Baekhyun x gender neutral reader
Requested: no
Genre: fluff
Warnings: suggestive, kisses?
Word Count: 500+
A/N: all cute and innocent.
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Can I ask you something strange?", you questioned out of the blue.
Your friend, sitting beside you, immediately turned his head towards you, his eyebrows raised in interest. Somehow you seemed too serious, so he bit his tongue, not making a comment about you always being strange anyway and mocking you for asking. "Yeah?"
"No, don't look at me when I'm doing this!" You were quick to react and nervously put your hands on either side of his face to direct his gaze away from you again.
Laughing as he was somehow endeared by your weird behaviour, Baekhyun simply let you and focused his eyes straightforward like before.
"Okay, okay. Shoot."
You withdrew your hands and bit your lip, shifting a little in your position. Briefly, you checked up on his expression again. Your heart was beating fast all of a sudden and you looked down to your hands, fumbling with the fabric of your shirt.
"Have you ever thought about kissing me or something like that?"
As soon as you had dared to ask this, you glanced up at your friend again, heat rising to your cheeks.
And you found him smirking before he side eyed you mischievously.
"No looking", you protested with a nervous chuckle and raised your hands again, wanting to shield yourself from his view.
But Baekhyun was faster this time and easily snatched your arms out of the air, softly pushing them back down. In the next second, his face was closely in front of yours.
"Yes, I've thought about that a lot", he whispered, looking into your eyes. And then he was already pressing his lips against yours.
Not only had he wanted to try that for a while, he had also thought about the possibility to be more than friends with you in general.
The only reason Baekhyun hadn't done anything yet was that you would have taken that as him being playful, coming from a goofy, silly mood for sure. You wouldn't have taken it seriously if he had randomly kissed you, not on the cheek like he did sometimes, but on your lips instead.
And then he had thought, maybe that would have been good. Figuring that keeping it light was more likely to work than if he had said or done anything too serious and thereby made you uneasy.
This had been the perfect opportunity.
It was a soft kiss and you saw the small, mischievous grin still on his lips when he pulled away from you again. Your eyes were pinned to his mouth for a little longer before you managed to focus. He had taken you by surprise, just like he had wanted. Flustered, your gaze met his but you couldn't think of any words to say. Your head felt clouded, in the daze you only stared at him.
"What? Didn't you want me to do that?"
Baekhyun snickered, trying to play down that he was getting embarrased himself. Maybe he had gotten carried away and overstepped. But he didn't regret kissing you. Even if your only reaction was to look at him like this.
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kyoongboxi · 7 months
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You Shouldn't —
[Baekhyun AU]
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Summary; Marriage is not just a tied up promise to live together until death is the only reason to separate. Marriage is something really complex. You can't say you want to separate as easily as when you were dating. Communication is one of the keys to make a harmonious relationship long lasting, but the lack of communication also would lead into a split up. And that is what currently happened to you and your husband.
Pairing; Baekhyun x Reader
Genre; angst, fluff
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The week has finally come to an end. It was a late Friday night when Baekhyun stepped into his quiet apartment. Work was hectic with reports, meeting and all the dramatics event followed by. The man has not spoken to his wife for around two weeks. He was left alone in the apartment ever since, meanwhile his wife fled to her mother's house to avoid any possible bigger fights.
Its not like he was a dirty person but tonight, his mind was hazy. There is too much to think about at one time. Several bottles and snacks scattered on the floor, littering the carpet he bought with his first salary years ago. The man is now laying on the edge of the couch, his feet touching the ground.
His gaze was blank, staring at the white ceiling. He let the room illuminated by the darkness. Only the lights from his old analog television which is now airing a static show becomes his only friend to talk to. Baekhyun's arm sprawled into the side, fingers tightly clutching another bottle of alcohol.
The man seemed so lost wandering inside his mind alone until he didn't notice his apartment door being unlocked. Someone clearly made its way inside but he doesn't give a fuck at all because it didn't caught his interest until a familiar voice he hadn't heard in a long time pulled him out of his muddled thoughts.
"You promised you won't torturing yourself by drinking before I left" It was a voice that belongs to a woman, it was a voice he had been dying to hear in the past few days. It was a voice that belongs to you.
Knowing his medical records and fully aware of it, it makes you mad seeing him torturing himself for the things that might pull him back into the ICU. Without thinking twice, you crouched down on the carpet, collecting the bottles and snacks to throw it away.
Baekhyun's reaction was kinda late. He sat up on the couch, zoned out with his mouth half parted before realizing his wife had returned. "Min?"
You turned your head into his direction and noticed how he was actually fucked up. His hair was messy, it seems like he was pulling his hair out with his fingers. His face was also flushed in a deep shade of red. You know the man's got a very low alcohol tolerance.
Baekhyun was still in his work attire. The sleeves rolled up into his elbow in a messy roll, not forgetting his three unbuttoned dress shirts that reveal his chest a bit. "You cut your hair?"
You could tell he was clearly drunk. You decided to ignore him but he managed to catch your hand when you were about to leave to the kitchen, to throw all of the shits he just caused. "You're drunk. You realize that?"
His wife, you, let out a sigh in defeat. He was now standing in front of you. Hell, you could even smell the alcohol from him. Your eyes were actually filled with worry, but the drunk man seems like he didn't notice. Instead, he let out a laugh. "I deserved it, anyway. You actually love to see me torturing myself, aren't you?"
You shut your eyes together, taking a deep breath before deciding to speak again. "Please don't start. I don't want to start this conversation again with your currently drunken ass. Let's get you cleaned up"
You took his hand but he was fast to slap your hand away. "You said you didn't care about me anymore but you're here now. What a surprise"
He put the bottle on the table before he made a sound with several claps. "This is not what I expected to see when I come home" You shook your head slowly.
"Then what? What are you expecting to see? You expect me to bring that woman here? I asked Jung to mutate her. And now she's gone. Are you satisfied? I'm all yours now" His lips tugged into a broken smile, and its matched with your broken heart too.
"I'm— I'm not asking you to mutate her I'm just asking for both of you to know your position as an acquaintance only. Nothing more than work matters" You were still in your work attire as well. You decided to come to check on him before you went back home to your mother's house but guess you will be back staying the night here, seeing the man you love is clearly a mess.
"Like I said its all just a work matter—" Baekhyun defends himself. Drunk or not, his answer was still the same. Its only makes you to feel guilty, its only makes you to think maybe you're just overreacting all this time.
"But what she did is otherwise! And you" But the woman still took his bait for arguing anyway. Your head is a mess too. A thoughts for a divorce flashed in your vision, afraid that it would surely happening.
You pointing out into him, your fingers hitting his chest every time you spoke. "You let it happen because you aren't aware that it was crossing the line" You speak with an accentuation on every word, delivering your point loud and clear.
"Yeah but all I did—"
"She should have stayed in her lane and you should at least be bold to her, showing that you are a married man" You raised your hand in front of him, pointed to the ring he gave you on your finger. It was a matched one with him. And you were relieved when your eyes shifted into his fingers, seeing the ring is still wrapped around perfectly.
"And maybe you should also stop dragging other people into our relationship. Asking for their opinion and letting you be stirred up!" His words suddenly caused you to freeze. It hits you right in the chest as the realization is washed over you. You still have your eyes locked with his droopy one, your lips half parted inhaling the air that mixed with the smell of the alcohol.
"Are you talking about Sunny?" Your tone softened, having no energy left to raise your voice anymore. "Baekhyun—" Maybe he was right. You should stop seeking for her opinion related to your marriage because she was already interfering too deep.
You let out a tired sigh, "I'm sorry but I need someone to talk to and she is my current bestfriend. And she worked on the same roof as you. Without her, I wouldn't know that you were crossing the line at work. I trusted you but you broke my trust" You spoke softly, meanwhile Baekhyun just watched you with a tired gaze, aware that you haven't finished your sentences.
"Even that bitch dares to call you when you get home only for saying goodnight. But you, you never learn. You always pick the phone up with 'It might be related to work matters be we're currently aiming something at work'" You continued as you lifted your arms below your chest.
"I asked you the same, what will you do if you're in my position? Seeing me accidentally or purposely falling asleep on the couch with my head in another man's lap, inside the house that belongs to a married couple. What will you do, Baekhyun?" You asked, challenging him. You will surely have a tear falling to your cheeks one week ago when you talked about this but now, you were also surprised because your eyes are dry.
The man on the other side, didn't answer. His gaze seems empty and dull when it meets her tired one. The alcohol that runs in his bloodstream stops him from thinking rationally. But one thing for sure, he didn't want to see her falling for other men. He didn't want to see her turning her back to him. He didn't want to lose her.
Baekhyun suddenly broke his stare with her. His fingers were about to snatch the alcohol he put on the table earlier but you were faster to snatch it first. "How many bottles did you drink?"
You finally managed to go to the kitchen. Throwing the half-emptied snacks and bottles into the trash can. Baekhyun is silent now. He was watching you from the living room and still stood on his feet when you were back walking to him with a glass of water.
"Here, drink this instead. Drink slowly" You brought the glass into his mouth and he gladly accepted it. One gulp, two, three— five was fine until he pushed your hand away abruptly. You saw him running towards the bathroom before the sound of him vomiting followed right after.
It was 456317th times your mouth let out a sigh while your feet automatically carried you to him. The man was motionless on the floor, with the bathroom wall supporting his tired body. "Baekhyun—" You called out again, softly reaching for both of his arms to get him on his feet.
His eyes fluttered open, noticing that it was his wife still following him around. "Min— I'm sorry— I'm sorry please don't leave me" Like a drunk man he is, which he's still clearly still in his drunken state, broke into sobs.
You nodded in response, still trying to pull him to stand on his feet. "I'm sorry. I don't want you to leave. Please don't leave me sweetheart— I don't want to see you falling for other men. I'm sorry— I'm sorry I was a dick—" He shook his head and babbled between his broken sobs.
"Shh— Baekhyun— Baekhyun!" You called his name loudly. "I won't leave if you follow me to the shower" You spoke, trying a simple trick for the drunken man and surprisingly it worked.
He nodded, standing up on his feet quickly and letting him get dragged behind the shower stall. You unbuttoned his shirt off and let it fall to the floor in just a soft pull. Baekhyun stays still. He was watching you bend over to pull him out of his pants behind those heavy eyelids.
Now that he is completely bare, you turned the shower on. Warm water greeted his head down to his bare shoulder softly. "I'll wait outside. Call me if you need help"
It was supposed to be the last sentence you spoke before getting out of the bathroom but Baekhyun caught your hand when you were about to step out from the stall. "Join me"
There was a moment of silence for several seconds when he held his gaze against yours. Your mind will surely be cursing you if you fall into his sweet talk. But your heart can't deny the feeling that you were longing for the man. You missed him, you missed his touch, his kisses, his presence, all of him.
So here you are standing so close in front of him with the water already hitting your head. You were still very much clothed until Baekhyun started to unbutton your shirt one by one. When you finally bare, his arm slips against your waist to pull you closer.
The man lets out a satisfied hum when your body flushes together with him. Its feels like its been a very long time since you made a skin to skin contact with your husband because of the current situation. You missed the feeling of his body flushing against yours, you missed all the warmth he radiates so you closed your eyes, finally giving in.
You leaned your head into his shoulder as the water continued to stream down your and his body. You lose it on the next second when his lips come in contact with your neck and your shoulder to softly peppering sweet little kisses and repeating that he is completely sorry, regretting what he did in a quiet murmur.
You didn't respond, instead, you shut your eyes tightly to hold back the tears that wanted to come out. And he'd probably noticed how your body shook along with your chest vibrated when you can no longer hold your sorrow because his hold on your body tightened followed by his fingers went to your hair to calm you down.
You finally broke out into painful sobs. Your quiet sobs mixed with the sound of water streams down into the floor but it doesn't mean he can't hear you. Marriage is hard indeed. Its not easy to unite two different heads, its not easy to respect each other's opinions when it comes to which is wrong or which is right.
You loved this man so much and you let this man tie you up in a vows witnessed by many people. It's only been one year but he is already behaving like this even though maybe this whole mess was just a misunderstanding and a different point of view. But this is what scares you. You were afraid that one day he will choose another woman over you, he will finally turn his back to you, and then you will witness his wedding ring finally slipping away from his finger.
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hyuniebaby · 9 months
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(un)certainties
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Word count: 0.9k
“You aren’t well versed in love. And the things that you do know of love, you’ve learned from Byun Baekhyun.”
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You’re not sure how things ended up this way.
The air is stuffy and stale. No sound can be heard aside from the occasional scraping of the utensils against the plates and the clock ticking on the wall. It makes you a little bit self conscious about your own breathing — afraid that it would disrupt the atmosphere if you breathed too deeply.
You pretend to take a sip on your glass of wine and sneak a peek at the person in front of you.
Byun Baekhyun seems to be unperturbed. He maintains a blank, impassive face.
It makes you wonder, does this silence really not bother him?
A couple of years ago, at the very restaurant you’re both in, and on the exact same table you’re both seated at, things were a lot different. Back then, the air was filled with laughters and giggles, and random stories. At that time, conversation flowed freely, so much so that by nine in the evening you both barely even touched the food right in front of you.
But now, you’ve had your wine glass refilled thrice, and the night is just about to end without a single word being uttered.
It feels lonely, even with him there.
Just as you put your glass back down, Baekhyun raises his eyes to meet yours. You look away instantly when you notice him raise a brow.
You feel your ears burn from having been caught staring at him.
Fortunately, he doesn’t question your rather odd actions.
Unfortunately, he interprets your actions as something else, and the first words he tells you at this anniversary dinner is, “Do you want to go home?”
You suppose it’s pointless to stay much longer so you give him a curt smile and a nod.
Baekhyun returns the smile, but it doesn’t really make your heart skip. Not when it isn’t a genuine one. Not when it’s the practised smile he easily gives away to other people.
The car ride home isn’t silent, thanks to Baekhyun’s tendency to sing songs as he drives. At least that’s something that hasn’t changed over the years.
However, instead of admiring his talent, your mind chooses a different path for tonight. It goes wandering to uncharted territories, making you wonder if long term relationships are supposed to be this way.
Is it still considered normal if both of you make time for important events and go on dates but without talking to each other? Is it okay living under the same roof without connecting? Existing at the same timeline but moving on different paces?
The cold hard truth is you don’t actually know. You aren’t well versed in love. And the things that you do know of love, you’ve learned from Byun Baekhyun.
It is and has always been Baekhyun for you.
But is that the case with him too? Does he feel the same way with you?
You’re not sure — at least not anymore.
You go on with your separate routines by the time you get home. The night ends with Baekhyun leaving a kiss on your forehead before he turns his back to you to sleep.
It hurts. And before you know it, tears are falling from your eyes.
Is this really how it’s going to be in the long run? Are you supposed to get used to the silence and loneliness? Why does this make you feel miserable?
You stare at his back, and question whether it would be okay to reach out to him. Slowly, carefully, you scoot over towards him. Tentatively, you raise your arm to wrap around his torso.
You wait to see if he stirs awake, ready to pull away if he does. You watch for any signs of change in his breathing, but there isn’t any.
Despite the relief, your lips quiver.
He’s been so busy these past few months, he rarely ever goes home. You understand his duties and responsibilities, you really do. Besides, you’ve been through this before. You should be content that he’s here, that he’s taken a day off to spend with you. But why does it feel like he’s slipping through your fingers this time around?
You sigh and press your forehead against his back. You miss being this close to him. You miss his warmth. You miss his scent. You miss everything about him.
You press a kiss on his shoulder and pull back. Just as you start to lay on your back, you hear Baekhyun whimper faintly.
You suppose he too misses your warmth next to his, albeit unconsciously. It brings about a sad smile on your face. “What am I going to do with you?”
When you move closer to him, you gently rub your palms against his back. His whimpers immediately cease. You sit up to take a peek at his face and see him pouting in his sleep.
He’s adorable.
It temporarily eases your pain.
You run your hands through his hair and place a fleeting kiss on his nose.
You decide then and there that it wouldn’t be so bad if you poured more of your love to Baekhyun.
You’ll try harder for this. You’ll fight desperately for him. You’ll brave whatever sea or ocean despite the high waves and deadly currents, even if it means drowning in an endless abyss. As long as it means more time with Baekhyun. As long as it means more of him.
Because it is and has always been Baekhyun for you.
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song references/inspiration: dinner by suho, jang jane, and let in by exo
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chicken-fifi · 1 year
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No Life for a Baby - Baekhyun (EXO) Imagine
Requested by anon: Hello! Could you write gangster Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Happy end please!
Word Count: 1,066 words
Warnings: pregnancy, gang violence implied, unwanted pregnancy
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“Get rid of it,” were Baekhyun’s first words as you managed to pull him aside after he’d gotten home from his usual end-of-the-day report to Junmyeon - his boss.
“Get rid of it?” you asked genuinely hurt by his words. “Baekhyun this is our child.”
He stopped what he was doing in the bathroom, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up exposing his flexed arms. From where you sat on the bed ready to go to bed you could see the slight blood stains on his skin. The man you’d been with for the past four years had done his best to keep his job separate from his private life, but sometimes small traces would still seep through into your daily lives. He’d been upfront about his job from the beginning.
“I’m not a good guy.” he’d told you the day you’d first begun taking your relationship seriously. “But I can promise you, with my life, that I will everything in my power to make sure you’re safe and never get dragged into anything because of me.”
And up to this day, he had kept his promise. No harm had ever come to you, but you couldn’t help but wonder about the numerous people he must’ve killed or hurt to ensure that.
“Our life isn’t a life for a child to be brought into,” he reiterated, continuing to wash his hands and arms before removing his dress shirt and tossing it aside for the moment. You watched as he began undressing before stepping into the shower to fully rinse off all of the day’s grime from his body before getting into bed with you. But you didn’t wait up for him like you normally would, not wanting to face him after his heartless words - no matter how much truth they probably held.
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A few weeks had gone by since you first brought up your pregnancy to Baekhyun, and while he was adamant about getting rid of it, you hadn’t been. In fact the following morning you’d told him you raise the kid on your own if you had to, but you most certainly would not be getting rid of it. And the topic had dropped there, although he still gave hints about suggesting other ways to prevent ‘it’ - as he referred to the baby - from having to be raised in the life he’d brought upon himself and subsequently you. None of which gave you an option of leaving. He wasn’t going to let you leave. He couldn’t not after he worked so hard to keep you safe and loved you as much as he did.
And so weeks became months and little by little you began showing. The little bump was something he couldn’t help and stare at. It suited you and while he remained detached from the whole ordeal, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run his hand over the small bump, cradling as he kissed it while you ran your fingers through his hair as the two of you wound down for the night. Maybe in another life that could be possible. Maybe if he wasn’t involved in a gang where nothing in his life was ever truly safe he would be keener to this. 
He didn’t hate kids, in fact, he loved them. And in his early adult years, he dreamed of the day he would be able to start his own family. Raise his kids. Wake up to their sweet innocent laughter while you were still sound asleep. But that wasn’t an option anymore. He was too far into this life and getting out would be much harder than just continuing forward. And if he did leave, he would only have a much larger bounty placed on his head and yours as a matter of fact.
But he never shared a single one of his deepest thoughts. Instead, he just stood by as you seemed to get further and further away from him, preparing for your new addition to your little family. One he was slowly beginning to accept would be coming in a few weeks - maybe days, he wasn’t quite sure anymore - despite his protests at the start. Just the other day while you were taking a nap in the bedroom, he wandered off into the nursery you’d been preparing. Everything besides the heavy things had been set up by you. Boxes of a crib, bookshelf and changing table all pushed to the side - you couldn’t do those with your big, round belly. He’d the picture of the two of you that you’d put on a small table near a rocking chair. You’d included him even though he hadn’t wanted this. 
And that’s where he made up his mind. Just like he’d promised to keep you safe from harm, he’d keep your baby safe. No matter the cost. With his newfound promise, he sighed looking at the boxes before leaving to get some tools and then coming back, opening the crib, and beginning to assemble it.
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You felt a strong hand wrap around your middle securely pulling you close to a warm chest.
“What do you want?” you mumbled not turning around to face Baekhyun.
“I want to apologize for being a complete jerk about the pregnancy,” he began, not allowing you to turn and face him when you attempted to move. “I was scared. I’m scared to lose you on a daily basis and the thought of losing you and our kid is just too much to bear. And instead of just allowing myself to be happy and be the protector I promised you would be, I tried to run away from it. Just prevent it from happening in the worst way possible. And for that I’m sorry.”
He finally loosened his grip allowing you to turn to face him, hand going to cheek as his own went your bump.
“You aren’t going to lose us,” you whispered. “I know you won’t allow that and neither will anyone in the gang. We’re all family and we will all do whatever possible to keep one another safe. You know that.”
He kissed your palm, hands cradling your bump lovingly, eyes widening as he felt a kick against his hand.
“Was that-”
You nodded, “She kicks pretty frequently when she hears your voice or when you’re home. Even if you aren’t close to me.”
“She?”
“She.”
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scenarioslovers · 2 years
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Bad Addiction || Byun Baekhyun x You
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You will not regret reading this. I Hope
The way his hands wrapped around your waist sent electrical waves down your spine. Your eyes widened as a gasp skipped your mouth. Your checks burnt hot waves of embarrassment. Your eyes met his, and he was looking down at your lips before shifting his eyes to yours.
“Caught you.” He said as he helped you to stand probably. You jumped backward almost as soon as his hands left your body.
“T-thank you.” You breathed in your words. Having your crush saving your ass wasn’t helpful at all. Byun Baekhyun. The boy who walked and melted many hearts on the campus. Including yours. You stole a look at him. You couldn’t help but notice his defined chest underneath his unbuttoned shirt. He always left three buttons open. No one complained because the view was always lovely to have. However, this accident led to another couple of buttons flying away from his shirt. He was basically naked because of you.
He leaned in too close to your face, making you close your eyes tightly. Your heartbeat was accelerating in your chest. You could hear it. Could he listen to it too? You held in your breath when his hand rested on your shoulder. His voice is calm and smooth like butter, and his breath is hot as good hot steam from a shower.
“Be careful next time.” He whispered as he patted your shoulders and your eyes snapped open.
He was smiling at you like you were the nicest thing he had ever seen. You fought to have strength in your legs as he walked away, leaving you like jelly in the middle of the campus.
Little did you notice the hatred looks like a laser on you. The girls looked at you as if you had crossed the line. “No girl touches the Byun Baekhyun” is unspeakable common law. Except, of course, his girlfriend; the one who always follows him around; Sandy Kim.
“You are so dead.” Your best friend, Jiyoung, standing next to you the whole time, said. Her eyes and lips told that she was still in disbelief. Her mouth was opened in an O-shape, and she kept blinding five times in a second. “I don’t know anymore.” She said as she held tightly to her bag and walked away.
But before she could increase the distance between you and her, you held tightly to her bag. “You cannot abandon me like this.”
“Dude, you just broke the universal code of not touching the Byun Baekhyun. You stripped him!!” She was panicking, and you should too. But you just couldn’t because he was beautiful, and he wasn’t angry, and he was just perfect.
“It was a mistake, and he understands.” You said to assure her.
“They definitely do not understand.” She pointed at the group of girls who was angrily looking at you and then at Sandy Kim, who was giving you a raised eyebrow before walking off to the way Baekhyun went. You gulped so hard, and it felt like you had started World War three. “You better find a new friend.”
“You are the one who pushed me.” You exclaimed as you followed your best friend, who started to walk towards your next class. “You cannot do that to me.”
When you stepped inside the classroom, your legs froze at the entrance. Because at the end of the classroom, in the last row, Byun Baekhyun was there. He was talking to his friend and laughing until he met your eyes. Your breath hatched inside your chest, and you gulped hard when he smiled at you. What the hell? You thought as you started to walk to the second row beside Jiyoung. Baekhyun had never acknowledged your presence before. You were no one until minutes ago.
“Did the Byun Baekhyun just smile at you?” Jiyoung asked as she leaned towards you.
“Looks like it.” You nodded as you stole a glance in his direction. He was still looking at you. His cheeks were rested in his balm as he raised an eyebrow at you. WHAT THE HELL? “I think I am in trouble.”
“Congratulations for just realizing. That’s progress, you know.” Jiyoung said sarcastically as she shook her head. “I will pray for your soul. You were an amazing friend.”
Before you could say anything to your friend who considered you a dead person, the professor entered the classroom, and everyone in the room became silent. The professor greeted everyone as he placed his stuff on the table. As he took the attendance, his eyes fell on Baekhyun, and his face changed. Wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows as he requested for him to stand up.
“What are you wearing, Mr. Byun?” the professor asked in an annoyed voice. “I already let it slip when it was just a couple of buttons. Mr. Byun, this is a classroom, not a strip club.”
At that moment, guilt washed over you. You caused Baekhyun to be in trouble. You raised your hand, and the professor looked at you in confusion as he nodded for you to stand up. “Actually…” You started, but before you could defend Baekhyun, he cut you as he said. “It’s so hot nowadays, professor. I am following a new trend.”
“Following a new trend?” The professor looked more irritated. “I am afraid that I will ask you to leave my class, Mr. Byun until you follow the dress code of your university.”
“But…” You started to complain when the professor shot you a glare. “Would you like to follow him, Ms. Y/N?”
“I am sorry.” You said right away as you sat back on your chair.
“Congratulations, your anti-club members are increasing,” Jiyoung murmured beneath her breath, and you nudged your knee into hers.
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After the end of the class, you were surprised to find Baekhyun standing beside the door. Without saying anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. He pushed you inside a dark room and pressed you to the door.
“You should have followed me out of the classroom.” He said, his breath burning hot against your cheeks. He was standing so close, basically locking your body with his own to the door. “This all happened because of you.”
“I know.” You said in an apological tone. “I am really, really sorry.” You dared to lock your eyes with his, and you no longer knew how to breathe. You saw him smirking, which made you believe that your crush had just been revealed. He was so close enough to hear your raising heartbeats and your heavy breathing, and he was close enough to feel your crazy pulse.
His hand touched your arm and your breath caught in your chest. He smirked again as he ran his finger up your arms in the slowest motion you had ever experienced.
“You…” He started. Without realizing it, you closed your eyes. His voice was so sweet. It definitely played with your heart. “You like me, don’t you?” He chuckled as he pushed himself away from you. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at Byun Baekhyun laughing hard in front of you. He looked at you and shook his head. A phone was in his hand, and he kept looking at it and laughing again. “Woah, you should see your face.”
“What?” Panic crept into your heart. He put the phone in front of your face. There was you, eyes closed and mouth open for air. The photo looked so wrong. It was taken at a very intimate moment. A moment that you weren’t in control over your body, and suddenly all the love you have is replaced with detest and anger. This asshole.
“Should we post it?” He smirked as he stepped back, sitting on one of the desks behind him. You walked to snap the phone from him, but he snapped his arm away from your reach. “It’s not that easy.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” You wanted to cry but refused to cry in front of this asshole. You were so embarrassed for letting yourself be so affected by him like this. You were so embarrassed that you thought you had a crush on him. You couldn’t believe that you allowed yourself to feel this moment. “What do you want from me?”
“I just got humiliated in front of the whole class. Oh, and the campus. Because of you.” He said, staring right into your eyes. “Should we do the same thing for you? How should we caption this? ‘A horny little girl on campus?’ Or ‘I am so easy, come and have a taste of me.?’”
A hot tear dropped from your eye. Your breath hatched inside of your chest from the rage you felt. He was acting nicely in front of people. But this… this was the true face he hid behind the innocent smile.
“You choose. Hurry.” He said, daring you.
“What do you want? I will do whatever you want, just don’t post this.” You let another tear fall. You wanted so badly to punch him in the face.
“Be in a fake relationship with me.” He said, and your eyes widened.
“Excuse me?” You snapped.
“That or I will post your picture. You don’t really have a choice here.”
“But you are in a relationship.”
He smirked as he looked with sly eyes. “So, you know, yet you….” He looked at your photo again, and your chest was rising up and down with hate.
“JUST STOP.” You breathed out heavily. “I will be your fake girlfriend.”
“I didn’t say girlfriend, though.”
“You said a fake relationship?”
“A Mistress. I do have a girlfriend, after all. That makes you a mistress, and you cannot say no.”
You always thought that your university journey would be ordinary. You fall in love with a guy, and after graduation, you would marry him and live happily ever after. But this.
You never signed up for it.
And you had no other choice but to say.
“I will be your mistress.”
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kpopimaginings · 2 years
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“Take it back” - Baekhyun
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You and Baekhyun were sat on the sofa together, doing not much of anything and enjoying each other's company when his tummy started rumbling. He whined and slid down on the sofa.
"I want japchae," he complained.
"You know where the kitchen is," you pointed out.
"I'm too lazy," he continued to moan.
"Well, you're nearly off the sofa already," you joked.
In response he slid further down until he was laying on the floor.
"Getting up is too much effort," mumbled your pouting boyfriend. "I'm too hungry to move."
"Then you should have made food sooner, shouldn't you?"
He just lay he was and kept groaning.
"See, this is why D.O's my bias."
"Yah!" he shouted, sitting up abruptly.
"That made you move," you quipped.
"Take it back," he pouted.
"But you're annoying," you continued teasing.
Finally, Baekhyun stood up and began tickling you, eventually lying on top of you on the sofa.
"Take. It. Back," he requested between tickle assaults.
"Ok, ok, fine!" you managed to breathe out among the squeals and giggles leaving you.
"Who's your Exo bias?"
"You, Baekhyun," you told him.
"And your SuperM bias?"
"Taemin," you grinned.
As you'd expected your boyfriend proceeded to squeeze your waist making you squirm again.
"Who's your SuperM bias?" he asked again.
"Baekhyun."
"Thank you," he told you with a cheeky grin, before simply collapsing against your chest.
"Hey, Baek," you said after a moments calm and quiet.
He hummed to let you know he was listening.
"Wanna go out for food? You can get japchae without having to cook."
"Good idea," he agreed, staying laid on you for a moment longer before eventually getting up and offering you his hand.
You gratefully took it, letting him pull you to your feet so that the pair of you could get ready to head out for dinner.
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NAVIGATION  |  EXO MASTERLIST  |  SUPERM MASTERLIST
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cxsmicmyeon · 2 years
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PAINT ‘N SIP ; BBH
byun baekhyun x gn! reader
taking your boyfriend to his first paint ‘n sip night turns out to be a lot better then you could have imagined.
genre: non-idol au! fluffffff <3 word count: 1.2k warnings: none
author’s note: this month’s kyoongtube was pure fiction fodder i had to write a piece to accompany it🥺🥺i miss him sm why cant february come soon )):
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The sound of a loud knock fills your silent apartment with noise. You shout a quick ‘I’m coming!’ while you grab your purse and your mask. You open the door to your grinning boyfriend dressed in a... unique outfit.
“Hey baby! Are you ready to go? I’m so excited.” Baekhyun says, kissing you quickly on the cheek.
“I’m ready, love. Uh, what are you wearing?” You stifle a giggle as you fully take in Baekhyun’s outfit. He’s wearing a black beret coupled with a brown sweater vest- something you could only see your friend Junmyeon wearing and something completely opposite from his typical comfortable streetwear style.
“I raided Junmyeon’s closet to look extra fancy tonight! Why, does it look bad?”
“Oh of course not, it looks great! I just didn’t expect you to dress like a grandpa.”
“You mean basically dressing like Junmyeon?” You both giggle at Baekhyun’s quip.
“Yes,” you say through laughter. “Although this look is kinda doing it for me.” You smirk, looking extra carefully at the beret in particular.
“Noted, I won’t give this back then.”
“Baekhyun!”
“Kidding! Let’s go.” Baekhyun holds his arm out for you as you close and lock the door.
Tonight was your good friend’s monthly Paint and Sip night. You always made an effort to attend both to support them as well as to improve your drawing and painting skills. This was the first time bringing Baekhyun and also the first time he would meet your friend. You were a bit nervous, considering how different their personalities were, but you hoped all would go well in the end.
You drag Baekhyun down some stairs to the entrance of your friend’s studio. The door is already open, allowing you and Baekhyun to walk inside. You immediately spot your friend, who is setting oil pastels onto the different mini tables. You call their name and wave, grinning excitedly.
“Well I’ll be. Early again?” You roll your eyes, pulling them into a hug.
“Of course, who would I be if I wasn’t early?” They laugh. 
Baekhyun clears his throat. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” He grins.
“Oh, yes. This is my boyfriend, Baekhyun.”
Your friend introduces themself, shaking hands with Baekhyun. “Nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from this dumbass.”
“I would hope so,” Baekhyun jokes, putting his arm around you. You feel your face heat up and bury your face into Baekhyun’s shoulder. “This is actually my first time going to something like this, so I’m pretty excited.”
“Really! Well, I hope it’s a good experience. Wanna help me finish setting up?”
“Always.” You say.
Right as the three of you finish setting up, other people start to filter in. You greet them and introduce Baekhyun to some of the other regulars. Once all the seats are filled, the door closes and the lights dim.
“Greetings and welcome to our twenty-fifth Paint ‘N Sip night. If you’re new here, welcome! Thanks for coming. And if you’re returning, I’m so glad you’re back for more.” Your friend announces.
“Whoa, why’d the lights dim? Are we getting spicy?” Baekhyun whispers to you, snickering to himself. You smack him on the arm, holding a finger to your lips. 
“Tonight’s theme is Sunset in Paradise. And tonight’s wine is a classic Cielo Pinot Noir, gifted to us by our lovely sponsor Cotton Winery. Sadly, Mr. Kim couldn’t join us, but we toast to him anyway,” Everyone raises their glasses. “Cent’anni!”
“Cent’anni!” You clink your glass with Baekhyun’s, smiling warmly at him. He grins back at you, clapping his hands softly before taking a sip. 
After the toast, your friend begins to give instructions for the painting. You try your hardest to concentrate on your own work, but you can’t help but worry about Baekhyun. He’d sometimes complain about not being able to paint as well as you or your mutual friends. When you first brought Paint ‘N Sip up as a potential date idea, he was hesitant. He warmed up to the idea as the date got closer, but you still had some worry in the back of your mind.
You would purposely finish certain steps early to silently check in on Baekhyun. For the most part he appeared concentrated, barely stopping to take a sip of wine. You wanted to peek at his painting, but you knew your friend’s rule not to look at others’ paintings.
“What’cha doin’?” You jump, turning to face your friend.
“Oh! Nothing! I uh, I finished early, just waiting for the next step!” You lie, taking a sip of your wine.
“Babe, I say this with all the love in my heart: you’re not slick. I see you’re watching him. Why? He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”
“I,” You sigh, leaning in to whisper to your friend. “He wasn’t too happy when I first brought up coming tonight. He would complain about how his art skills ‘aren’t as good as mine,’ and I didn’t want his confidence to get shattered.”
“Did you force him to go?”
“Of course not! He actually was excited to come when he picked me up-”
“Then try not to worry too much. If his hesitation lessened, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” You nod, turning back to your painting as your friend announces the next step.
After the final instruction is given, everyone gets an extra twenty minutes to add any last-minute details to their paintings. You resist the urge to look at your boyfriend, hyper-focusing on looking over your painting. 
“Time’s up!” 
You sigh, putting your oil pastels down and turning to face Baekhyun. He looks back at you with a small smile. “Can’t wait to see yours.” He whispers, giving you a thumbs up.
“Yours too.” You reply, smiling weakly.
“Alright! Everyone’s materials down? Good. Now everyone, show your paintings off! Let’s see who will get featured this month!” You hear oohs and aahs from everyone, noticing they are all staring at Baekhyun’s painting. 
"Oh my gosh, Baek,” you gasp in awe. His canvas could only be described as pure perfection. The variety of colors used on the sky all fit together in such a unique way, the contrast of the darker more natural colors tied it all together to create a sunset in paradise, indeed.
“What, is it bad?”
“Bad? You think that’s bad? What were you talking about, ‘your painting skills aren’t that good,’ you’re amazing!” You exclaim, walking over to give your blushing boyfriend a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
“Ladies and gentlemen I think we have a winner!” Your friend exclaims, leading the applause from the other patrons.
“A winner?” Baekhyun asks.
“Oh, every month I choose a painting to hang on my featured wall. And I’d love to hang yours, if you don’t mind of course.”
“It would be my honor.” Baekhyun says in a faux-pompous voice, puffing out his chest. You giggle at your boyfriend’s dorkiness, cheering as your friend hangs his painting on the wall (next to your painting from last month). 
You and Baekhyun say your goodbyes to everyone as you leave the studio. The sun has set long ago and there’s a gentle breeze outside. Baekhyun puts his arm around you as you walk to the subway.
“Did you enjoy tonight?”
“Are you kidding? It was awesome! Can we go again next month, please please please?” Baekhyun begs, kissing all over your face.
You giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Of course we can.”
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gyudior · 3 months
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Banters, Booze, and Byun (Part II)
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⤑ pairing: byun baekhyun x reader ⤑ genre: smut, fluff, somewhat enemies to lovers au, wedding au, non-idol au ⤑ summary: indulging yourselves in a few more drinks, you and baekhyun moved to a secluded place of the venue to 'talk' (but who ever said that talking is done with just words?) ⤑ warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw, alcohol consumption, p in v, teasing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys!), size kink, big deik baek, thumb sucking, overstimulation, creampie ⤑ word count: 8.7k
a/n: i'm back with part two! but surprise, surprise, i decided to have a part three just because :> there's plot here still just to give context on reader and baek's dynamic so i hope you enjoy this bit hihi <3
Part I
"So," the brunette drawled, raising an eyebrow in a gesture that was strangely inviting as he smiled knowingly at you, "what's the verdict, doll? Was my company bearable or am I still a thorn in your side?"
Even in your slightly tipsy state, the ease with which Baekhyun could still provoke an eye roll from you felt almost second nature—a personal talent of his you'd like to think. Yet, you couldn't help the twitch that tickled your lips, a ghost of a smirk emerging in response to his playfulness.
You hated to admit that the tension that usually accompanied your interactions with Baekhyun had gradually morphed into a lighter, more enjoyable banter within just a few hours. As a matter of fact, it perplexed you that the line between bicker and banter even blurred, revealing a strangely pleasant chemistry that wasn't laced with the usual hostility.
Another realization, one you were reluctant to acknowledge, lingered in the back of your mind—spending time with Baekhyun was, against your better judgement, more cordial—enjoyable even—than you initially thought.
That wasn't so bad, right? I can see now why he's so likable.
Humming in response, you feigned deep thought as you thought about his query, "I suppose you've leveled up from being an annoying thorn." To add a touch of playful exaggeration, you reached up to touch a finger to your lip as a gesture. "You're now a fruit fly hovering over my plate. Progress, right?"
The playful grin you directed at him seemed to amuse rather than annoy him, as he chuckled, the sound resonating with warmth.
"Oddly specific, but I'll take it as a win. Cheers to being a fruit fly hovering over your plate, then." Baekhyun lifted his glass in a mock toast, and you followed suit, clinking your glasses together.
Peering from the edge of your glass, you observed the brunette, who was casually leaning against the balcony, as he downed the last remnants of his drink.
You took notice of how the soft glow of the moonlight seemed to illuminate his features, casting a soft glow over his face. The ambient light created a mesmerizing aura around him which softened the edges of his usually cheeky and mischievous expression. The cool touch of the marble against your skin sent an involuntary shiver down your spine as you instinctively withdrew from the tall pillar you had been leaning on. Closing the distance between you and Baekhyun felt like a natural progression, and surprisingly, there was little to no hesitation in your movements.
Leaning against the banister, your peripheral vision caught Baekhyun making no attempt to distance himself, even though only a forearm's length separated you. His attention seemed elsewhere, his head tilted back as he gazed contemplatively at the stars above. The night sky served as a canvas for his thoughts, and for a moment, you found yourself observing him in a rare moment of introspection.
It was odd, really. You felt surprisingly comfortable with Baekhyun these past few hours, even now in silence like this. It was a stark contrast to the usual tension you two shared that had defined your dynamic then. If it were like the 'good ol' times', you two would've likely ripped each other's throats out before you can even find yourself being alone with him like this, but tonight felt different, almost serene in comparison.
With the festive atmosphere surrounding you, what began as a casual "grabbing a drink" with Baekhyun had evolved into something more. From drinking a few glasses at the bar, you now found yourselves nursing your last glasses in a secluded area of the venue, overlooking the reception from a distance—a tranquil space untouched by the wedding's reception. Whose idea was that? You forgot. But strangely enough, you also didn't care.
He's actually easy to be around.
Your capacity for alcohol, coupled with the wedding's open bar, provided ample opportunities for indulgence. Having a high tolerance came with its advantages, and in this case, it manifested in the form of unlimited quality alcohol courtesy of your best friend's wedding. Who were you to pass up such an opportunity?
And the more you drank, the more barriers between you and Baekhyun seemed to dissolve like the effervescent bubbles in your champagne. The conversation between you two became more fluid, veering from the usual snarky remarks to a more lighthearted teasing, and even occasional glimpses into each other's lives.
Concluding the thoughts racing in your head, you decide to let out a deep sigh. "I know I clinked glasses with you, but now I take it back. You cheated, Byun," you argued with a playful pout, crossing your arms as you faced him.
The sudden accusation seemed to catch the brunette off guard, jolting him out of his thoughts, as he swiftly repositioned himself. The simple act of Baekhyun facing you—unexpectedly giving all of his attention on you—caused a subtle shift in your proximity, charging it with a magnetic energy that defied the usual friction between you two.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Baekhyun's confusion was evident in his tone as he leaned in, seeking clarification. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze in this newfound closeness. Despite the haze of inebriation, his features were surprisingly clear, allowing you to take in the details of his face: the coffee-like hue of his eyes seemed to speak volumes, the delicate curve of his eyelashes kissed his cheeks with each blink, the moles that peppered his face resembling stardust, and those tempting pink lips that looked surprisingly tender.
Pretty.
The thought lingered in your mind, an unexpected acknowledgment that cut through the alcohol-induced fog. You tried not to think about what you might have done if you had actually gone ahead and felt those lips against yours.
As Baekhyun spoke, a subtle whiff of whiskey accompanied his words, and the proximity between you two suddenly felt overwhelming. The scent lingered in the air, heightening your awareness of his closeness and inducing a slight dizziness. It was a realization that dawned upon you, triggering an urgent need to create some distance between the two of you. With every breath you took, the necessity to put space between you two grew more pressing.
"You used my weakness to alcohol to get me to like you." The confession slipped from your lips in a whisper as you attempted to push him off, the urgency to create distance growing. The revelation hung in the air, and the playful banter took a more serious turn, revealing an undercurrent of vulnerability beneath the surface.
However, your attempt to push him away was feeble at best, met with Baekhyun's gentle yet firm grip on your wrists, securely holding you in place. The touch, once a source of irritation, now carried a different weight—a warmth that held a surprising welcome and revealed a vulnerability that neither of you had anticipated.
"You like me?" Baekhyun asked in genuine surprise, his eyes widening at your unexpected admission.
You hadn't meant for the statement to come out as such, but your brain appeared to lose its filtering function, making you blurt out your thoughts directly as it is. Your tongue was coming loose with the aftereffects of the lingering alcohol.
"I-I mean, like, we weren't bickering like cats and dogs, and I was actually enjoying your company," you replied in haste, an attempt to extinguish the growing fire of revelation.
"Ahh, so you enjoy my company now. I'm glad," he confidently smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Only because I'm under the influence!" you audibly groaned, attempting to reason with the teasing brunette. "My tongue's loose."
The words spilled out, laced with a mix of embarrassment and humor, as you braced yourself for Baekhyun's reaction. Adrenaline rushed through you, heightening the moment's intensity.
As you awaited Baekhyun's response to the embarrassing admission, he merely quirked an eyebrow at you, slowly loosening his grip on your wrists. Your cheeks heated up under his gaze and you knew for a fact that it wasn't solely because of the alcohol coursing through your veins.
The atmosphere seemed to shift, the usual mischief in Baekhyun's eyes replaced by a contemplative gleam and something deeper as he looked at you. His dark hair cascaded gently as he subtly leaned in, his eyes gleaming as they met yours, and you found yourself frozen, your heart hammering as his breath warmed your lips.
"What?" you breathlessly asked, your widened eyes flickering with curiosity.
"You know," he began, a thoughtful smile graced Baekhyun's lips, "there's something I've never quite told you."
His words hung in the air, and a silent anticipation enveloped the space between you two. As he leaned even closer, his eyes met yours, and you felt a delicate shift in the dynamics that had defined your relationship for so long.
"The reason I've been getting under your skin all these years is that... well, I like you. A lot."
Surprise caused your eyebrows to shoot up, and a brief silence settled between you, the weight of his confession—an actual confession this time—sinking in. Baekhyun shifted uncomfortably, uncertainty etched across his features. Before you could formulate a response, he continued, preempting your reaction.
"I know, I know," he added hastily, "it's not the most conventional way to express feelings. But how else does one get the attention of someone as beautiful, charming, funny, and magnetic as you?"
He confessed without reservation, "You've completely enamored me, ___, mind and heart."
The revelation left you momentarily speechless, caught in the whirlwind of emotions that Baekhyun's confession had stirred. The banter, the snarky remarks—had they all been part of a carefully constructed façade, a peculiar way of expressing affection? Baekhyun, the perpetual thorn in your side, had just unveiled a vulnerability you hadn't anticipated.
"Baekhyun, you're joking... right?" you finally managed to say, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and disbelief. "There's no way you actually feel that way about me."
As the words lingered in the air, you found yourself revisiting the tapestry of your interactions with Baekhyun over the past years. He had never shown any romantic inclination towards you, at least not in a way that you could discern. All that filled your memories were the snarky remarks and insults exchanged during your verbal sparring, the echoes of annoying pranks that he had played on you. The mental replay of those moments made you unconsciously grimace, a mixture of frustration and confusion settling within you. It was difficult to reconcile the Baekhyun you thought you knew with the one who had just laid bare his feelings.
"You stuck gum in my hair! I had to cut my hair short because of that!" you accused him, frustration etched across your face.
"It was an accident, I swear!" he exclaimed. "But I gave you that bottle of conditioner to help fix it, though! It was supposed to act as a lubricant to—"
"You gave me hair bleach, you idiot!" You groaned, the image of you dumbfoundedly staring at the bottle of hair bleach that Baekhyun gave you at the time resurfacing. You remembered shouting all the curse words you knew when you realized that you had to cut your hair. "I thought you were antagonizing me."
"I'm really sorry, okay? I really didn't mean for those things to happen," Baekhyun admitted, his tone carrying a genuine sincerity. He sighed, and in that moment, the weight of his regret seemed to hang in the air. "Although, in all honesty, your short hair then really suited you. It looked really sexy." He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment at the admission, as if realizing the unconventional compliment might not be received well.
"Byun Baekhyun!" you wailed in frustration, partly from the embarrassment of recalling those moments, and partly from the unexpected compliment that had just been thrown your way.
He shrugged, a sheepish grin playing on his face. "Anyway, I guess I thought that if I told you directly, you'd avoid me, stop talking to me entirely. Even if it was through insults or snarky remarks, at least I knew I had your attention. And the idea that you paid attention and thought about me too, even if it wasn't pleasant, somehow, made it worth it."
As Baekhyun revealed his unconventional motive, a wave of realization washed over you. In retrospect, Baekhyun never explicitly expressed hatred towards you. The pranks, although irksome, were more nuisances than genuine harm. Come to think of it, whenever you two did have your verbal sparring, you acknowledged that it often started from your end, prickly as you were, misinterpreting his words and intentions as hostile.
Perhaps it was a 'you' problem all along, and he had just been an unwitting victim of misunderstandings and bad timing.
The sincerity in his eyes softened the revelation, making it oddly endearing, the frustration you felt suddenly diffusing. It was as if the puzzle pieces of your dynamic were finally falling into place. Baekhyun, the perpetual irritant, had been navigating the labyrinth of your emotions in the most convoluted way possible.
Your initial surprise gave way to a mixture of emotions—confusion, amusement, and a subtle realization that the banter, which had once felt like a battleground, was actually a peculiar form of connection for him. Baekhyun, in his own misguided way, had been trying to capture your attention all along.
"Baekhyun," you began, a smirk tugging on your lips, "you really are an idiot, you know that?"
He chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, I figured. But hey, at least it got us here, right?"
The atmosphere between you two seemed to shift, shedding the weight of tension and revealing a lighter, more nuanced connection. It was like a curtain being drawn back, unveiling a painting that depicted a bigger, more intricate picture.
In the quiet intimacy, your eyes locked onto his, and the space between you and Baekhyun felt like it was closing in naturally. The magnetic pull between you intensified with each shared breath, creating a palpable sense of proximity.
With a gentle caress, your hand found its way to his cheek, a silent question lingering on the tip of your tongue. Logic dictated that the right thing to do was to let go. To separate. To take a step back. Yet, as your fingertips traced the contours of his cheek, you found yourself unable to pull away.
You just couldn't bring yourself to do it.
The question you were hesitant to articulate hovered in the air. It had the potential to completely change the course of your relationship with Baekhyun. The rational side of your mind argued that entertaining such thoughts was foolish, but for once in your life, you yearned to defy to reason.
As you gauged his reaction through the depth of his eyes, relief washed over you. There was no discomfort; instead, he responded to your touch with a subtle surrender, closing his eyes as he leaned into the tender caress of your fingertips.
The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, drowning out the 'what if' scenarios that logic relentlessly presented. And the more you gazed at Baekhyun, the more those rational doubts hushed, leaving you lost in the peace reflected in his eyes.
A soft voice, barely above a whisper, as though sharing a secret reserved for just the two of you, snapped you back to the present.
"Can I kiss you?"
The realization that the words had escaped your own lips struck, but before you could overanalyze, you saw Baekhyun's face transform from disbelief to unbridled joy.
As you closed the remaining gap, your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. In that moment, the kiss, you realized, was a bridge that delicately connected you and Baekhyun, two individuals who had been dancing around each other for far too long.
The soft press of his lips against yours sent a thrill through you, a cascade of sensations that spoke of longing, desire, and discovery. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing a flood of emotions that had long been held back. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken emotions, a culmination of years of banter and tension. The lingering taste of champagne mixed with the heat of the moment, creating a heady concoction that left you both breathless.
With the initial hesitation melting away as the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. The moonlit night, the faint strains of music from the wedding reception, all became distant echoes. In that moment, there was only you and Baekhyun, the intimate connection between you growing stronger with each passing heartbeat.
What was previously playful banter evolved into something more primal, a dance of bodies seeking closeness. Baekhyun's hands moved with a deliberate yet gentle urgency, tracing the contours of your figure as if committing every detail to memory. His hands, strong, reassuring and warm, found a comfortable place on your waist, and the contact sent a delightful shiver through your body. Baekhyun's hands explored the curves of your waist, tracing patterns that left an indelible imprint on your senses. You were grateful for his steadying presence, as if his touch had the magical ability to anchor you in the midst of your swirling emotions.
Pulling back, you found yourselves locked in a gaze, Baekhyun's eyes a mixture of vulnerability and hope gleaming in them. "I've wanted to do that for the longest time," he confessed, his voice softer than usual but infused with a playful sparkle.
You couldn't help but smile, a genuine, unguarded expression that mirrored the emotions swirling within. "You could have just said so instead of driving me crazy with your antics."
His laughter, warm and sincere, filled the air. "I guess I wanted to make sure you were really paying attention to me."
You playfully rolled your eyes, sensing the familiar banter that usually followed such moments. But this time, you decided to take charge, steering the conversation in a different direction.
"Since I've been 'paying attention' to you, why don't you show me how it feels like to have your undivided attention?" The cadence of your voice dipped into a seductive murmur, a subtle challenge lingering in the air, inviting him to indulge to the allure you had just laid before him.
The atmosphere between you and Baekhyun shifted, charged with a newfound energy. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken invitation that lingered between you.
A playful grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Well, well, aren't we eager?" Baekhyun's voice carried a teasing lilt that a snarky response rose to your lips, but it died at the unmistakable warmth in his gaze... and at the way something deep inside you responded. It was as if, for a moment, the banter and the barriers between you two had completely dissipated, leaving behind a shared understanding.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled you closer, more decisive this time around. The air seemed charged with an electric anticipation as his thumb traced a gentle path along your lips, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine.
Leaning in, Baekhyun captured your lips in another fervent kiss, but this time, it was different.
It wasn't just a mere meeting of lips; it held a promise.
The promise held within the kiss was one of exploration, a journey into uncharted territory of making you feel good. Each tender caress of his fingers, a testament to the unspoken promises that lingered in the air, drove your senses into overdrive.
Every kiss, every touch, heightened the craving for more like a dormant fire had been ignited and the flames of passion roared to life.
At this point, you were blissfully unaware of your surroundings. Somewhere between the balcony and the pillar that you were leaning against earlier, the world outside had blurred into insignificance. The sudden cool touch of the marble against your bare back sent a shiver down your spine, and instinctively, you arched against Baekhyun. Your chest pressed intimately against his, and his leg found a place between yours.
Your heart hammered with a rhythm set by his ministrations, and for a moment, you wondered if he could feel the frantic beating against your chest—each thud echoing the spark that surged between you two all because of him. Trapped between the pillar and Baekhyun, you found solace in his embrace, the cool marble contrasting sharply with the warmth of Baekhyun's body. It wasn't the layers of clothing that made him warm; it was an inner heat, a fire within him that had been ignited.
Baekhyun's hand found its place at the middle of your back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your spine. Simultaneously, he nibbled on your bottom lip, coaxing a half-gasp, half-moan from you. As you parted your lips, he seized the opportunity to tenderly swipe his tongue over yours, tongues seeking each other's touch, a gentle exploration that tested the uncharted waters of desire.
Your hands tangled in the soft locks of his hair, the strands feeling luscious against your fingertips, creating a sensation that was as incredible as it was arousing. His fingers played with the edge of the silky fabric of your dress, teasing the exposed skin of your lower back. The combination of his touch and the soft, intimate ambiance of the night created a symphony of sensations that intoxicated the air around you.
You never really anticipated Baekhyun expressing his passion and desire in this way, and the sudden revelation excited you even further. His kisses were fervent, filled with a hunger that mirrored a longing soul reunited with its lover. Each touch, each exploration, spoke of a deep-seated yearning that had remained unspoken for too long.
The escalating heat between your legs was getting harder and harder to ignore, a relentless ache that Baekhyun's every touch seemed to stoke. Your body, betraying your attempts at restraint, responded with an involuntary grind against his clothed thigh. Seeking friction to appease the intensifying desire within you, you couldn't deny the urgency that overtook your senses.
Your attempt at subtlety crumbled when the vibrations of Baekhyun's deep chuckle reverberated through your body. He nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, and the charged atmosphere intensified, becoming a tangible force that urged you to surrender to the mounting passion.
Way to be subtle, huh, ___?
The internal scolding echoed in your thoughts, but it was swiftly drowned out by the escalating rhythm of desire that pulsed through your veins.
You teetered on the edge of losing control, your body already entranced by Baekhyun's touch. As you instinctively tilted your head, granting him more access to your neck, you found yourself breathlessly voicing a wavering protest.
"I don't think we should be doing this, Byun."
Baekhyun's eyes, darkened with desire and a depth of seriousness, locked onto yours. A playful smirk danced across his lips, a tempting invitation that further blurred the lines of restraint. "Why not?"
A nervous laugh escaped your lips, the gravity of the risqué situation sinking in. "Because this is—"
"Exactly what we both need." He interrupted, his voice low and tempting. "No more dancing around it, no more bickering. It's about time we stop the banter."
Your breath caught at his bold words, the tension between you escalating. "It's risky, Baekhyun. We've been at each other's throats for years, and now—"
"Now we're kissing like we're finally releasing this sexual tension we've had all these years," he interrupted, his voice low and provocative.
"Will you stop interrupting me!" you glared, earning a good-natured chuckle from him.
"You look hot when you're mad, did you know that? It's one of the things you do that turn me on." His voice carried a teasing lilt.
"Stop changing the subject," you mumbled, swallowing hard as the air felt thick with anticipation. "What if this changes everything?"
He silenced your worries with a sudden kiss.
Baekhyun's fingers traced a teasing path along the skin of your collarbone. "Isn't that the point? After all, everything already changed the moment you asked to kiss me, doll."
Touché.
Leaning in, his warm breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine. "Tell it to me straight. Is this not what you truly want? Because if it isn't, then we can forget this ever happened and go on about our lives before this."
The daring look you exchanged held a silent agreement, a shared understanding that the path ahead was uncertain yet undeniably enticing.
With a mutual decision to cast aside the remnants of restraint, he pecked your lips for good measure before intertwining his fingers with yours, tugging as he guided you inside of the halls, the balcony slowly disappearing from your sight.
Baekhyun's eyes held a spark of mischief as he squeezed your hand, a silent reassurance that spoke louder than words. The pulsating beat of your heart matched the rhythm of your hesitant steps as he led you toward a nearby room, away from the prying eyes of the festivities. The soft glow of ambient lighting spilled through the partially open door, revealing a glimpse of the intimate space within.
Baekhyun's playful smirk hinted at the promise of something more, and you found yourself unable to resist the metaphorical pull that drew you closer to the threshold of the room. The door clicked softly behind you leaving you and Baekhyun completely alone. He turned to face you, his gaze, filled with intensity and longing, locked onto yours.
"You sure about this?" he asked, the playful demeanor giving way to a genuine concern, his thumb gently tracing your cheek.
A mixture of nerves and excitement fluttered within you. You met his gaze with a firm nod, the unspoken understanding between you two solidifying. Baekhyun's lips curled into a reassuring smile, and in that intimate space, the world outside ceased to exist.
He closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a series of tender kisses, each one deepening the desire that had been building for so long, while his hands found a gentle place on your waist. The room seemed to shrink as your bodies gravitated toward each other, the magnetic pull too strong to resist.
As the intoxicating allure of the moment intensified, the need for closeness drew you toward the plush duvet that adorned the bed. The softness beneath your fingers seemed to beckon an inviting promise of comfort amidst the burgeoning intensity between you and Baekhyun. While the moonlit room cast a gentle glow, adding a layer of intimacy to the atmosphere.
The back of your knees gently brushed against the edge of the bed, a silent invitation to surrender to its inviting embrace. However, before you could give in to the temptation, Baekhyun's hands, warm and assertive, encircled your hips, halting your movement. His voice, a whisper laced with desire, sought permission as his fingers delicately hooked onto the thin straps of your dress.
"Can I?" Baekhyun's eyes flitted between yours and the straps, a silent query loaded with anticipation.
A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you decided to tease him. "Hmm, I don't know... can you?" A playful exchange of glances ensued, and this time, it was Baekhyun who rolled his eyes at your coy response.
His fingertips, tracing the path along your collarbones, gingerly slipped the thin straps off your shoulders one at a time, each movement deliberate and unhurried. As you turned, allowing him access to unzip your dress, the subtle touch of his fingertips against your skin sent shivers down your spine, a lingering sensation of warmth despite the cool air, even though he has touched that area of your skin not too long ago.
The dress gracefully cascaded to the carpeted floor, leaving you standing in the moonlit room, basking in the soft glow. Turning around to face Baekhyun, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of shyness at being almost fully bare under the moonlight.
His eyes, dark with desire, drank in your exposed form, and it was as if he were under a spell, captivated by the sight before him.
"You're staring..." you murmured, your voice carrying a hint of bashfulness at the intensity of his gaze, as you turned away from embarrassment, but he reached out, cupping your cheeks gently and forcing you to look at him.
Baekhyun studied you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, and then a fleeting smiled touched his lips.
"Was I?" His response was laced with a mix of awe and sincerity. "You're just so beautiful; it still feels unreal to me. But if you insist, I'd better start making a move on you."
With those words hanging in the air, Baekhyun wasted no time, leaning in to claim your lips in a fervent kiss that left no room for hesitation. The world seemed to blur as you found yourself gently falling onto the inviting softness of the bed, the transition punctuated by a soft thud.
Before you could fully register the change in scenery, Baekhyun seamlessly followed suit, his form now straddling yours. The weight of his body pressed against you, creating an intimate cocoon on the bed. As his hands roamed across your waist and hips, a pleasurable shiver coursed through your body, adding to the electric charge that hung in the air. Baekhyun's lips traced a path along your jawline, leaving a trail of soft kisses that heightened the intensity of the moment.
His teasing touch ventured to the string of your panties, the elastic pulling against your skin with a suggestive sound that echoed in the room. A playful glint danced in Baekhyun's eyes as he remarked, "Thongs? If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were anticipating this."
"It was laundry day. Thongs were the only ones I had left," you countered, your breath catching in a breathless pant, defending yourself with a nonchalant shrug.
"Sure it was. You're practically begging for it, doll," Baekhyun teased, a wolfish grin spreading across his handsome face.
"I don't beg, Byun," you quipped, your fingers playing with the hem of his dress shirt. "But if I were to, you'd know it immediately." The banter between you two took on a flirtatious undertone, the tension building with each exchange.
His eyes, dark pools of desire, held a promise that sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. The air seemed charged with electricity, and the playful banter had seamlessly transitioned into a dance of seduction.
Baekhyun's deep chuckle resonated in the room, the sound blending with the charged atmosphere. He inquired, a suggestive gleam evident in his eyes, "Do you know what happens when you say such things to a guy who's on your bed?"
"Hmm, I could take a guess?"
"Oh yeah? Why don't I just show you?"
His dark eyes were like those of a fierce beast, smoldering and hungry, and just the sight of them made the heat of passion in you burst into a full blaze.
Damn, I'm finding myself growing weak for those eyes.
"You truly are a vixen." Baekhyun spoke with a tone of finality before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands squeezed at your hips, pressing himself further onto you, the undeniable evidence of his desire making itself known against your inner thigh.
As his lips molded with yours, every brush and press ignited a fire within. The subtle clash of teeth, the exploration of each other's mouths—it all added to the intoxicating symphony of desire.
Breaking away, Baekhyun gazed at you with a smoldering intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. "You're not making this easy, you know," he murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of your body.
"Who said I wanted it easy?" you shot back, the flirtatious glint in your eyes daring him to take the lead.
Baekhyun's response was another searing kiss, a promise of what was yet to unfold.
As your nimble fingers worked to undo the stubborn buttons on Baekhyun's shirt, there was a palpable sense of urgency, a shared anticipation that electrified the air. The buttons yielded under your impatience, allowing Baekhyun's chest and torso to be freed from the soft fabric that had confined them.
His voice, now a contrasting melody to his earlier fervor, murmured, "No need to rush, doll. We have the rest of the evening to indulge ourselves." Baekhyun's lips, soft and teasing, left a trail of gentle kisses across the expanse of your slender throat until reaching your collarbones.
His hands, seemingly everywhere at once, glided around every inch of your body. The only barrier between you and complete exposure was the delicate lace of your thong. Despite this, the intensity of Baekhyun's gaze and touches left you feeling naked, vulnerable, and achingly aware of the desire pulsating between your legs.
"You know, I've only ever dreamt of being like this with you. But now, it's become a reality," Baekhyun confessed. His words, coupled with the tantalizing sensations of his fingers toying with your nipples—flicking, pinching, pulling—were unraveling the last shreds of your composure.
In this moment, Baekhyun embodied an actual erotica, his sweet words and electric touches creating its own kind of art—the art of your ruin.
"I believe you are a dream come true, doll." His words, whispered with sincerity hung in the air, becoming a declaration that intertwined with the heady atmosphere of shared desire.
He brushed his lips along the valley of your bare chest, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that heightened the anticipation coiling within you. Slowly, his journey led him to your nipples, and with a tantalizing precision, he grazed them with his teeth, one by one. The sweet, tingling sensation rippled through your body, drawing a soft, wanton moan from your lips—an involuntary plea for more. Seemingly attuned to your unspoken desires, he continued to lavish attention on your breasts, his lips creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through your senses.
As his fingers traced a path down your belly, anticipation mingled with every touch, and you found solace in tangling your fingers in his hair. However, just as the journey seemed destined to explore the depths of your desire, he stopped short, redirecting his hands to find purchase on your hips and thighs.
"Why'd you stop?" you whined, a plaintive note in your voice.
"It's no fun if I just go straight where you want me to. Gotta build up that anticipation first, you know?" he teased, his voice a low, sultry murmur.
"You're so annoying."
"But you like me anyway. You're the one who asked to kiss me, right?" he countered, the playful glint in his eyes daring you to argue otherwise.
You allowed Baekhyun to take the lead, relinquishing control over your body and pleasure to him. It was astonishing how he managed to remain so composed while igniting a fire within you, a blaze that consumed you from the inside out.
With every deliberate touch of his fingers, the caress of his lips, and the sweep of his tongue, waves of pleasure surged through your veins. You struggled to maintain composure as he explored every inch of your skin, deliberately avoiding the one place you yearned for him the most.
In an act of impatience, you seized one of his hands, abruptly putting a halt to his tantalizing movements. He looked at you with an arched eyebrow, a silent question in his eyes.
"Tease me in bed all you want. But don't complain if I start teasing you back."
Before he could react, you guided the hand you'd taken toward your mouth, capturing his thumb between your lips. With deliberate slowness, you drew it back out, maintaining eye contact as your tongue sensually glided over the digit.
A sharp intake of breath escaped him, his entire body momentarily tensing in response to the provocative gesture. It seemed you had succeeded in unsettling him.
In a sensuous retaliation, Baekhyun's fingers glided down your belly with deliberate intent, descending into the warm, wet heat nestled between your legs. With a swift, confident movement, he nudged aside the fabric that concealed the source of your desire. The touch elicited an involuntary gasp of pleasure, the intensity of the sensation coursing through you.
As the waves of pleasure threatened to overflow into an enthusiastic moan, you instinctively sought to muffle your own sounds of ecstasy, hand flying to cover your mouth. However, Baekhyun, in a gesture both commanding and intimate, gently intercepted your attempt. He pulled your hand away, fingers expertly entwining with yours, securing them against the bed beside your head. The unspoken message lingered in the charged air—an invitation to fully embrace and express the pleasure that was yet to unfold.
"Be as loud as you want," he whispered, his voice a seductive melody, "After all, it's a privilege to hear the lovely sounds of pleasure that you make."
Baekhyun's voice was a seductive purr, resonated deep and inviting, his intense dark gaze holding you captive as he drew close and pressed his nose to your neck. The heat from his skin and breath sent electricity through you, causing you to momentarily forget how to breathe, left speechless by the intoxicating words he uttered.
With a fluid grace, he discarded his remaining clothes, his intense gaze and touch never leaving your form, maintaining an unwavering focus on you and your pleasure.
His fingers, skilled and attentive, danced over your most sensitive bundle of nerves, orchestrating a symphony of pleasure that had you teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Meanwhile, his tongue explored the contours of your mouth, heightening the sensory overload. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he seamlessly transitioned, sliding into you.
The revelation took you by surprise—the realization that Baekhyun was more well-endowed than you had anticipated. His size, both length and girth, exceeded your initial expectations, leaving you momentarily in awe of how he had concealed such a substantial package beneath his clothing.
As the head of his impressive cock breached the intimate hole of your pussy, an involuntary loud moan escaped your lips, a complex mixture of pleasure and a bittersweet hint of pain. The sensation made your brows furrow, and you couldn't help but marvel at the challenge his size presented.
Baekhyun's breath, warm and heavy against your neck, mirrored the intensity of the moment. His fingers gripped your hip firmly as he struggled to fit inside you. With each inch of progress, a natural response caused you to instinctively clench around him, a move that elicited a deep grunt from him.
Your tight heat coated his length with a glistening wetness, a testament to the arousal that enveloped you both.
Sensing your discomfort, Baekhyun halted halfway, stealing a glance to find your eyes tightly squeezed shut. His hands moved soothingly over your hips, a gesture of reassurance. "Breathe, doll," he urged, his voice a comforting murmur, "I know you can take it."
You shook your head, attempting to follow his advice and take deep breaths, but instead, you bit your lip in a wince. "It's too big," you admitted, the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort dancing on the edge of an overwhelming experience.
Baekhyun, ever attentive to your needs, responded to your unease with a tender reassurance. "Just relax for me, okay? I promise I'll make you feel so good." His fingers traced soothing circles on your hip, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that spoke of both desire and concern.
Summoning your courage, you took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, and nodded in affirmation, a silent agreement to trust him. Baekhyun coaxed you further into relaxation by pressing kisses along your neck, his lips leaving a trail of warmth that contrasted with the tension building below. His thumb found its way to your sensitive clit, tracing delicate patterns that distracted your mind from the pain.
Focusing on the pleasure he provided helped ease the tension in your body, and as your muscles began to yield to his touch, Baekhyun took this as a sign to proceed. With a steady and controlled movement, he pressed further, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you. He was buried so deep inside your wet pussy that his tip lightly kissed your cervix.
A mingling of sensations enveloped you—fullness, warmth, and a lingering twinge of discomfort that gradually waned as your body acclimated to his size. Baekhyun held still, allowing you a moment to adjust and savor the stretch of having him inside you.
"F-Fuck," he drawled out in a guttural moan, dropping his head to rest against your chest.
"I feel so full, Baek," you moaned, your hips instinctively grinding forward, "You're so big."
"God, you're tight as fuck," he groaned, his voice a sultry murmur against the skin of your collarbone.
"You're just... so damn huge," you retorted breathlessly.
"Trying to compliment me, doll?" he teased, his voice a low rumble.
"You wish," you bit out, another moan escaping your lips as you glanced down where your bodies were intimately connected—your pussy stretched perfectly for him.
As the initial discomfort gave way to a growing sense of pleasure, you signaled to Baekhyun that you were ready for more. He began a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement calculated to ensure your comfort and heighten the shared ecstasy. Suppressing a moan in your throat, you felt the delicious sensation as he thrust into you. "You're going to ruin me."
"Good. I was planning on it," he responded with a wolfish grin, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that matched the fervor of your entangled bodies.
Fully sheathed inside you, Baekhyun artfully hooked your legs around his hips, elevating your torso above the bed while your head nestled comfortably on the pillow. His hands firmly grasped your hips as he thrust deeply into you that the room resonated with the melody of skin meeting skin, the moonlight casting shadows that danced across the walls.
Your fingers eagerly clung to the contours of his folded thighs, crescent moon imprints forming as each powerful thrust unraveled waves of pleasure. The rhythmic percussion of his balls slapping against the skin of your ass intensified the sensations, creating a primal cadence that echoed through the room.
Baekhyun's low, guttural grunts added to the primal ambiance, each sound a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that enveloped both of you. In this moment, the boundaries of sense and reason dissolved, giving way to the instinctual pursuit of pleasure.
The air was thick with desire, a tangible force that mingled with the scent of passion. The room became a sacred space where the only language spoken was that of shared moans and the synchronized rhythm of your bodies moving together. As Baekhyun's lips found yours in a hungry kiss, he absorbed the passionate cries that sought escape, merging them into the intoxicating melody of your shared pleasure.
Your unabashed mewls of pleasure and his name danced in the air, a melody that seemed to entice Baekhyun even further. With a deft move, he pried one hand away from your hip, tracing a tantalizing path from your waist to your nipple, then up to your neck and cheek, finally coming to rest at the plump of your bottom lip. Your eyes met his, and he returned the gaze with a teasing glint that spoke volumes.
His thumb applied a subtle pressure, conveying a silent message—one you recognized instantly. It was a subtle play, a continuation of the earlier tease you had initiated.
Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his digit, maintaining eye contact with Baekhyun. You sucked and nibbled, gliding your tongue along the contours of his finger, imagining that it was his cock instead. The act was a deliciously arousing exchange, causing him to thrust harder into you. Briefly breaking your focus on his thumb, moans of his name escaped your lips, the sound mixing with the heady scent of your arousal and the passion you two shared. Baekhyun watched your eyes roll back as you got drunk on his cock, chuckling at your reaction.
"You're taking me so well, doll."
A cascade of sparks and a maelstrom of emotions—yes, no, please, and a desperate plea for more—swirled within you. In an attempt to contain the sweet pangs surging through your body, you involuntarily squeezed your legs together, but the undeniable intensity of the pleasure left you gasping for more. As the pace quickened, the room echoed with the sounds of your shared desire. Moans and whispers intermingled, creating a melody that encapsulated the passion between you and Baekhyun.
With each rhythmic thrust, the pleasure surged, an intoxicating wave building to a crescendo that held the promise of sweet, sweet release. Words tumbled from your lips, a breathless confession of the overwhelming sensations that Baekhyun's movements stirred within you. "You feel so good inside of me," you gasped, caught in the intoxicating whirlwind of ecstasy. It was a pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
In the throes of ecstasy, your vision blurred, and a fervent cry of Baekhyun's name escaped your lips. The white-hot intensity of pleasure blinded you momentarily, a culmination of desire that left you breathless. Baekhyun, feeling the telltale throb of your climax around him, responded with a primal urgency, his movements reaching a fevered pitch.
The cadence of Baekhyun's hips intensified, each fervent thrust bringing him closer to the precipice of his climax. Each forceful thrust seemed to trigger a delicious overstimulation within you, the heightened angle of your hips meeting his every motion, intimately grazing your cervix. The result was a whirlwind of pleasure, a sensation that sent you spiraling into another round of euphoria.
As the overstimulation instinctively tightened your grip around him, a momentary falter in Baekhyun's movements signaled his impending release. He couldn't hold it back any longer. With one final, powerful thrust, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss, the intensity mirroring the culmination of passion that surged between you. Simultaneously, he stilled within you, the warmth of his release flooding your pussy with milky tendrils of his seed.
In this shared climax, you, too, found yourself reaching the pinnacle of pleasure once more. The room echoed with the symphony of your moans, muffled by the intimate connection of your mouths. The hushed whispers of shared ecstasy lingered in the air, a reminder of the intimate dance you both had surrendered to.
Baekhyun gently withdrew but remained close, his forehead tenderly pressed against yours, both of you catching your breath in the quiet aftermath. The moonlight spilled into the room, now hushed, casting a soft glow on your entangled forms. In that lingering stillness, it felt like time had froze—just you and Baekhyun finding solace in each other's embrace.
He sealed the moment with a final, tender kiss on your lips before settling beside you. Baekhyun's arms wrapped around you, creating a comforting cocoon as the clutches of fatigue gradually embraced you two. The room descended into a peaceful silence, lulling you both toward the edges of slumber. However, Baekhyun's voice cut through the quietude, his chuckle reverberating against his chest, rousing you from the brink of sleep.
Baekhyun's words lingered in the air, a revelation that sent a ripple of surprise through you. "Chanyeol's gonna lose it when he finds out that you like me back," he casually mentioned, the weight of his words settling into the room.
Looking up at him, your eyebrows furrowed with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Wait, Chanyeol knows that you like me?"
His expression shifted to incredulity. "Well, he is my best friend, you know? Of course, I'd tell him. If I didn't, he would've told me himself anyway because I was that obvious."
A sudden realization dawned upon you. Rosé, who's now-married to Baekhyun's best friend, was also your best friend. If Chanyeol knew, did Rosé also pick up on Baekhyun's feelings? The thought of her keeping this secret from you for so long left you contemplating whether you were truly oblivious to his subtle romantic advances.
"You weren't obvious to me," you mumbled, your mind retracing moments that seemed to escape your notice.
A smirk played on Baekhyun's lips. "That's because you're really dense," he deadpanned, earning himself a playful slap on the arm from you.
"I'm kidding! I guess you just never really saw me in that way." Baekhyun's gaze drifted into the distance, and a pang of remorse tugged at you. You couldn't shake the feeling that he had endured unspoken emotions while you harbored resentment. If only you had known about his feelings back then, perhaps the trajectory of your relationship would have been different, devoid of the years spent despising each other over a misunderstanding. As you were on the verge of apologizing and offering consolation, he spoke again, his words taking an unexpected turn.
"But it's okay because hearing you scream my name while I was balls-deep inside you was so much more worth it."
Okay, never mind.
Your eyes widened, cheeks igniting with warmth as the heat creeped upward. The need to divert your gaze from Baekhyun became suddenly intense.
Were you really that loud earlier?
"Baekhyun!" You scolded, shooting him a glare, the embarrassment intensifying as his laughter filled the room. He gently grabbed your chin, coaxing you to face him, and sealed the apology for his teasing with a gentle peck on your lips.
"I wouldn't change a thing if that's what you're wondering," he reassured, his fingers tenderly caressing your cheek.
"Why not?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.
"Because I wouldn't have been able to feel all these things that I'm feeling for you, and I wouldn't have been able to have all these incredible memories with you. Even if you did dislike me. In a way, you were a big part of my youth, ___."
Locked in a gaze with Baekhyun, a silent exchange of emotions unfolded, and all you could think was that you didn't want this moment to end. Your breath quickened, the intensity building against your chest, yearning for release. Baekhyun's words, especially the way he spoke about you and your name with a smile playing on his lips, stirred something within you, a feeling you couldn't quite decipher.
"Hey, doll? This is the part where you laugh and push me away and tell me to stop being a sap."
The sweetness in Baekhyun's smile disarmed you, and any lingering thoughts of teasing him flew away. Your eyes met, a shared understanding passing between each other, and laughter bubbled up again. As you leaned back with contented sighs, a sense of calm settled over the both of you. The laughter faded into a amicable silence, and you laid there, appreciating the simplicity of the moment for what it was, until Baekhyun spoke once more.
"So," he began, a playful gleam in his eyes, "wanna make a bet on how he's going to react to it?"
"What's the catch?"
"Winner gets to make a wish. Any wish. Loser has to grant the winner's wish."
Your mind whirred with visions of Baekhyun's unpredictable nature and the potential mischief his wishes could bring. This may not end well for you, so you must tread with caution. "The wish must be within reason, though."
A sly grin crept onto Baekhyun's lips, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Is wishing for another round of this count as 'within reason'?"
The memory of your earlier coupling flashed in your mind, and a subtle warmth tinged your cheeks. In fact, it was so good that you wanted more. So, another round of sex with Baekhyun wouldn't be unwelcome. It seemed like a win-win situation for both you and him.
"Hmm, I guess round two is 'within reason'," you conceded. Your positive response widened Baekhyun's grin, but beneath the playful exterior, you sensed there was more. Determination set in as you made it your mission to uncover the mystery behind that mischievous smile of his.
"Good. Because I'm definitely winning this bet."
Part III
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Boy Next Door (m) Ch.1 | BBH
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Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
Warnings [whole story]: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex
Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 4.5k (pt.1)
Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?
© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.
Chapter Masterlist [ongoing]: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)
Author’s note: This has taken me so, SO long to write and edit that I cannot believe the time has come to post it lmao I just wanted to write something simple with the classic boy-next-door vibe but as usual, the story ended up being much longer than planned and I am going to post it as a mini-series. Please keep in mind that your feedback is what motivates me to write and post more <3 And biiig thanks to the lovely @beomcoups for taking on the beta duties on this whole story~
Network Tags: @bbh-net  @k-vanity  @ksmutsociety
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PART 1
In the lobby or on your floor – those were the two locations where you’d been bumping into Baekhyun most often. Which wasn’t that strange, considering that you were neighbors. But it somehow always caught you off guard and left you flustered.
Just like the first time.
It happened almost a year ago when you were waiting for the elevator on the first floor of your building with your best friend Yuki, who came early to help you with preparations. A guy in a loose white dress shirt and jeans stepped into the elevator with you, politely greeting you before pressing his floor number.
‘Oh, you live on the 13th as well? So, you and our Y/N are neighbors!’ Yuki exclaimed.
‘Nice to meet you,’ you muttered and bowed, shy from the sudden introduction. He reciprocated, chocolate hair falling into his eyes charmingly.
‘You should come to her housewarming party! It’s in a couple hours,’ Yuki chimed in again. ‘You don’t need to bring anything, it’s just a small thing with a couple friends and neighbors. We’re making sure Y/N-ie settles in nicely here. So please come, we have tons of food!’
If anyone could ever say no to your friend… Well, you had never met such a person. You guessed that Baekhyun was simply too stunned by her enthusiasm, so he said he’d swing by for sure. In a way, you were thankful that she’d asked him – you’d have never had the guts to invite someone like that; especially not anyone as good-looking and cool as Baekhyun.
You regretted letting your bestie invite him the following evening when your party was in full swing for several hours. Most of the food was devoured, so now you were all drinking, crunching on snacks, and conversing; or trying to while jumping from one topic to another.
‘I wish we could gather more often. We all like to hang out with you, you know?’
As always, Yuki nagged at you for being too ‘stay-at-home’ of a friend.
‘I like to hang out too. But home is home. You know parties aren’t really my… favorite pastime.’
‘What is your favorite pastime, lying in bed cuddling your blanket?’ Chanyeol joked insensitively.
He should’ve known better since you were the most troubled in your group of friends regarding relationships. It was super tough for you to find a match, even when you made an effort to get out of the house and meet new people, mostly because of your history of failed relationships where your partners gained interest in someone else. It seemed like you were too plain to hold someone’s attention for long. So, you’d been ‘that single friend’ for several lonely years now. And at this time, you were actually in the very beginning of a new, promising relationship. You were still pretty insecure about it; thus, Yeol’s comment really did make you flinch. He was drunk, so that was understandable, but you still sulked at his words, mainly because they were true.
‘Hey, it doesn’t have to be a blanket.’ You frowned, pressing the straw to your lips in frustration.
‘I’m kinda sad that guy you’ve been talking to couldn’t come,’ Yuki interjected. ‘I wanted to find out what he’s like.’
‘Minho had work-related travel, so he’s resting up.’ You shrugged, sipping your drink timidly.
‘I’m sure the guy made this excuse just to avoid meeting your friends. How long have you known him for, like, two days?’ Chanyeol interjected.
‘It’s been a few weeks, actually,’ you corrected, and Hoseok, Yuki’s boyfriend, muttered a reproaching ‘hyung’ in his direction.
‘Gosh, you’re really this stupid while drunk,’ Yuki shook her head disapprovingly at your friend, who simply shrugged.
Baekhyun was pretty silent during the latest exchange, so when you briefly made eye contact, it reminded you that he could also hear all of that chatter. Which made you want to choke on your drink from humiliation. Thankfully, one of your friends still had some tact left that night, so they quickly changed the direction of the conversation. Still… you’d been mortified for weeks after the event, doing your best to avoid bumping into Baekhyun when leaving for work.
***
The next time you met, Baekhyun was also in the lobby of your apartment building. And once again, before a gathering at your place. Just days prior you had lost it and left your resignation letter at your boss's desk. Working such long hours under the constant pressure of absolutely unrealistic deadlines was taking its toll on you for sure. But when you found out they promoted a person, who was obviously less experienced and capable than you in working (but more capable in flirting with your manager), instead of you… It became the last straw.
Baekhyun appeared right on time as you struggled to push the elevator button with a whole case of beer in your hands.
‘Y/N,’ you heard his velvety voice call. ‘Nice to see you.’
‘Oh- Hi, Baekhyun.’ You greeted awkwardly, puffing from the weight you had to balance.
‘Let me help you with that?’ His suggestion sounded like a question, yet he instantly scooped the case from your hands.
‘You don’t need- thank you,’ you said, and he shook his head to indicate that it wasn’t a big deal.
‘So… having a party again?’ He asked as the elevator doors closed.
‘I wouldn’t call it a party,’ you hummed, looking at your feet. ‘I kinda had to quit my horrible job of 4 years, so my friends are making me celebrate it. Not that becoming unemployed calls for a celebration…’
You trailed off, not wanting to be a nuisance to your neighbor. He was just making small talk.
‘I’m sorry to hear that. Are you taking a break now or looking for something else?’
‘I’ll start looking next week. It’s Friday, my friends are coming… So I’ll try to just clear my mind and rest for one full weekend before I start stressing about a new job. Hopefully, my friends wouldn’t talk my ear off about it – that’s what the beer’s for. My little trick,’ you chuckled sheepishly.
‘Aren’t your friends supposed to treat you in this situation?’ Baekhyun huffed, shaking his head to rearrange his hair and better see you.
‘They should… bring more alcohol with them, I think. I couldn’t have them over for nothing, though.’
The doors opened after a robotic voice announced your floor.
‘Well, anyhow. Thanks a lot for your help!’ You tried taking the beer from Baekhyun, but he didn’t let you.
‘Open the door first; you can’t do it while holding this.’
‘Right. Thanks,’ you fussed, pressing your password in.
Baekhyun quickly placed the case on the floor of your hallway.
‘You should come!’ You blurted out, instantly getting flustered. ‘If you want.’
‘I might drop by if I’m free,’ he smiled softly. ‘My family wanted to have a video call later. That may take long.’
‘Of course. Have fun!’ You nodded, beating yourself up in your mind for being so weird suddenly.
‘You have fun,’ he chuckled, stepping towards his apartment. ‘Oh, and Y/N?’
Looking up at him as he called your name, you were met with his warm yet serious eyes.
‘If you need anything… You know where to find me.’
That made you strangely sentimental.
‘T-thank you.’
He sent you a message later on and let you know he couldn’t make it to your party. But in a way, he was there – on your mind.
***
It was about three weeks after you’d broken things off with Minho. If you could even consider it one, the relationship wasn’t long, only a couple months. At first, you thought it could be something, realizing later that it was only wishful thinking. There was no way the two of you could make it work; you were just not compatible with each other. The more you got to know him, the more you were reassured of that. Your life goals were different, your outlook on relationships was different… even your ideas of quality time with a significant other didn’t match. This time, the initial infatuation wore off rather quickly – probably because you didn’t go out of your way to appease him. You knew it was probably for the better. Pretty much all of your relationships ended the same way, with your boyfriends telling you they found someone else. Someone… more exciting.
This was the case for your first relationship halfway in your first year of university.
‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t feel the spark, you know? You’re so… domestic,’ your then-boyfriend said in his breakup speech. ‘I’m young, I want to experience stuff, be bold, and have fun. And there are people that I can do this with, who’ll also enjoy it.’
It repeated less than two years later when you’d barely worked up the courage to try and start something with another person. When it happened the third time, you decided you weren’t really made for relationships. It was ironic since you always wanted to be in one. You were very affectionate and were keen on taking care of people. Yes, you weren’t that into big gatherings and parties, and maybe it was a little too difficult to drag you anywhere when you were stressing about the upcoming tests and stuff… But you weren’t completely closed off! Even with those limitations, you were very sociable and had many friends. Was it so bad that you didn’t say yes to every suggestion? Did your inclination to stay at home and have cozy dates instead of outdoorsy stuff make you a non-relationship material? It seemed like every time someone else appeared, your boyfriends easily decided to move on.
And even though you weren’t in love with Minho, this breakup still made you sour. What made this particular day suck was that you’d found out that he was already in a new relationship; happily broadcasting it everywhere.
You weren’t jealous of him for being with someone else. You envied him for being able to find another partner in mere days after you parted ways, while for you, it felt like you’d never find or be able to retain anyone. Ever. Never ever.
‘Earth to Y/N!’ You jumped from someone’s voice ringing in your ears.
Looking up, you saw that the elevator doors were held open by your dashing neighbor, who was staring directly at you.
‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you quickly entered. ‘Hi.’
‘Hey,’ Baekhyun smiled, pressing the button for your floor. ‘Is everything okay?’
‘Um, yeah. No. I mean-’ You sighed. ‘I’m just a bit out of sorts.’
‘Trouble at work?’
‘No, my new job is great. A huge improvement on the previous one. It’s just… everything else is not nearly as great?’
Yeah, because you pushed yourself to get back on the market to finally not be alone, and here you were. Back to square one.The sniffling you produced startled even your own self.
‘Oh god, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ he replied, his voice gentle. ‘Do you want to talk?’
‘Oh no, I wouldn’t dream about boring you with my stupid problems.’
‘I’m sure they aren’t stupid,’ he said. ‘And I have ice cream. Almost any flavor you could think of.’
You looked at him silently, and he smiled again reassuringly.
‘It’s not mandatory for you to tell me anything. But I can treat my favorite neighbor with some ice cream, can I not?’
‘Am I your favorite just because you don’t know anyone else?’ You snickered gawkily.
‘No. Not just-’
He was interrupted by the usual announcement of your floor.
‘So, what do you think? You can change first and then come, no hurry. I’m free tonight.’
You puckered your lips, genuinely intrigued by his offer. Ice cream sounded perfect right about now. Although agreeing just because of the promised treats was pretty childish, you couldn’t help but be seduced by his suggestion. So, you gave him a shy nod.
‘Okay. Throw on something comfy and come over.’
You entered your respective apartments, and only after the door behind you locked… you realized that your heart was racing.
‘Damn you, Y/N, why did you agree to do this??’ You whined, catching a glimpse of your scrunched-up face in the mirror.
Fishing your phone out of your handbag quickly, you messaged Yuki.
You | I fucked up, Yu!!
You | Idk what to do now…. ㅠㅠ
Ki-yaah | What happened?? Did you like a pic on Minho’s new gf’s SNS??
Ki-yaah | I’m so dumb for telling you about this… I’m so sorry Y/N ㅠㅠ
You | No, not that
You | Who cares about Minho and his girlfriend??
You | I mean, I was a bit salty about this… But I met Baekhyun again!
Ki-yaah | Baekhyun? Your cute as fuck neighbor Baekhyun??
You | No
You | Yes?
You | My neighbor Baekhyun. I blurted out that I wasn’t in the greatest mood, and he invited me to his place for ice cream!
Ki-yaah | WHAT
Ki-yaah | YAH
Ki-yaah | THAT SLEEK BASTARD
Ki-yaah | I hope you’re texting me from his couch
Ki-yaah | Or kitchen counter
Ki-yaah | Or wherever you kids decide to do it
A bunch of obscene emojis appeared on your screen, making you blush on the spot.
You | Do it?? We’re not doing anything. I’m home!
Ki-yaah | So, you’ve already done it?? HOW WAS IT??
Ki-yaah | Waaah, you’re quick these days, Y/N-ah! Finally, you’re learning your lessons
Ki-yaah | I hope you wrapped it up though
Ki-yaah | I wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it, though, I can imagine how starved you are on good sex.. Still, safety first!
Ki-yaah | Wait, so was he?? Any good??
Ki-yaah | You’re silent!
She typed so fast that you didn’t even have a second to write back, mostly from shock – your friend wasn’t always this shameless, actually.
Then she started calling.
‘Yah, why aren’t you spilling the beans?? Too worn out to type, bestie?’ She smirked on the phone, making you cringe.
‘Because there’s nothing to spill! I haven’t even gone over yet.’
There was a second of silence.
‘… What?!’
‘I have to change; I just came from work, you know? My makeup needs fixing too…’
Your phone instantly started vibrating as a video call request came in, which you begrudgingly accepted.
‘Damn, you can’t go like this. It’s not seductive at all!’ She exclaimed.
‘I’m not going over to seduce anyone! And he told me to wear something comfy…’
‘What?? Hm, actually…’ She tapped her index finger on her chin, deep in thought. ‘He does look like the type to be into that.’
‘I-into what?’
‘Cute girls! I told you already, he was probably crushing on you since the time he came to your housewarming party!’
‘Pfft, that’s ridiculous. And don’t bring up him allegedly glaring at Yeol for his stupid comments again, I beg of you!’
‘Alright. But he’s always so nice to you! Oh-Em-Gee, you’d look so cute together,’ she squealed.
‘I don’t have time for this. I can’t have him waiting for much longer, and I need to shower…’
‘Yes! And remove your makeup while you’re at it.’
‘Huh?? If I redo my makeup… isn’t it gonna look strange? Like I’m trying too hard?’
‘You won’t have to redo it. You’ll have only very basic nude makeup on. Looking all natural and cute.’
‘I swear, if you say ‘cute’ one more time-’
‘Can’t a girl dream?? I can already imagine how cute your children would be…’ Your friend kept musing.
‘I’m hanging up.’
‘Yah, take this seriously. Clean up nicely, and let your hair down. Also, shave your-’
‘Yuki!!’
‘You never know!! One second, he’s licking ice cream off his spoon; the other, he’s l-’
Quickly tapping on your phone screen, you canceled this embarrassing call. The vivid images didn’t leave your mind as fast, though, so you shivered, shaking your head to get rid of the obscenities.
‘She’s a bad influence, for sure,’ you muttered, still ashamed of yourself for imagining your neighbor in such a context.
The time was ticking, so you decided that Yuki was somewhat right and needed to clean up. You also needed to hurry the heck up; you didn’t want to make Baekhyun wait too long. Thirty minutes later, you were in front of his door.
‘Come in, come in,’ he ushered you inside, having you change your footwear for the pink house slippers.
Why did he have those again?
‘Cute, right? I ordered them for my niece and got the size completely wrong, but they fit you perfectly. I guess I wasn’t wrong after all.’
He looked at your feet for another second before blinking and clearing his throat.
‘Let’s not waste any more time, everything’s ready. Come on!’
Everything? Did he prepare a whole reception?
You took a good look at the back of his head as he walked you to his kitchen, noticing that his hair was slightly wet. Did he also shower? You swallowed at the thought. He probably didn’t invest as much time into the preparations as you did, though. You blamed your best friend for the inappropriate thought she planted in your head!
‘Here, take a look.’
He opened his freezer, and you gasped.
There was an entire collection of ice cream. Cones, popsicles, buckets… All different flavors and manufacturers.
‘I see you’re impressed,’ he smirked. ‘I have a niece and a nephew, you know? Kids aren’t easy to please these days.’
‘Can’t deny that I am. How many do you have here?’
‘No idea… I just keep buying them. Which one’s to your liking? You can try different ones. I’m in the mood for mint choco and lemon.’
‘Those are my favorites!’ You jumped up like a kid.
‘Really? Both?’
‘Yeah! I haven’t seen a lemon ice cream anywhere, only sorbets! Where did you find it?’ You closed the freezer as he got the two buckets out.
Baekhyun suddenly seemed pleased with himself.
‘You think I give away trade secrets just like that…’ He replied mysteriously.
‘I wanna buy some too,’ you pouted, circling around him while he took the lids off. ‘If you don’t tell me… I’ll eat all of yours!’
‘Ha, go ahead. There’s more where that came from,’ he teased right back, hovering slightly over you.
Lowering your gaze to avoid staring directly at him, you noticed something.
‘What’s this?’
Baekhyun turned back to the counter.
‘Ah, this old thing? You know how ice cream scoops are sold in paper cups or cones? This thing,’ he picked it up. ‘Is to make those. Watch.’
He dipped the instrument in water and shook it slightly, then scooped the mint ice cream, creating a smooth green ball with tiny pieces of chocolate adding to its hue.
‘Cool,’ you muttered, genuinely finding that fascinating.
‘Right? It’s awesome!’
‘Let me guess: the kids don’t appreciate it enough?’ You asked.
‘Those little- Here, you try with lemon.’ He pressed on a small lever and dropped the green globe into a bowl.
You shook your head.
‘I’ll mess it up; you do it.’
‘Come on, Y/N. You can’t mess it up; it’s just ice cream.’
‘Just ice cream? You don’t deserve to know the secret selling spots for this!’
He snorted, moving to the side to give you more space to try and repeat his previous actions.
You dipped it in water like he did and shook it before moving the lemon ice cream bucket closer. Spending about twenty seconds taking aim, you huffed.
‘I can’t do it! Yours is so round and pretty; I am not that professional.’
‘I’ll help,’ he chuckled at your meltdown, holding your wrist and softly pressing down on your hand to guide it. ‘Scoop it this way to make it full and round.’
You did as you were told, yet your mind was far away from the scooping technique. The entire focus of your being was now set on the unprecedented proximity you were in. He held your hand, his chest so close to your shoulder that you could feel the heat radiating off him. When you dropped a yellow ball of lemon ice cream into the bowl, you could only pray that he didn’t notice the goosebumps littering your arms.
‘See? Yours is even better-shaped than mine,’ he hummed close to your ear.
‘Y-yeah.’
As if sensing your perturbation, Baekhyun suddenly stepped back.
‘Trying just two flavors is a waste of an evening. Let’s get more.’
Ten minutes later, you were sitting in his living room at the small table in front of his couch. The bowl with at least a dozen different ice creams sat atop another one, which was filled with ice.
‘No one likes melted goo, right?’ Baekhyun chuckled while constructing this mobile freezer.
You tried all of them one by one, gushing about each flavor.
‘The grape one isn’t tickling my fancy,’ he said, nudging the oddly-colored glob away.
‘Really?’ You reached for it with your spoon.
‘Don’t even try it. That’s bad,’ he scrunched his nose. ‘I can taste every chemical they used to make this grape flavor.’
You laughed, trying it despite his protests.
‘It tastes like… very cheap jelly,’ you said.
‘Exactly! Such a strange texture. Hmm, I shall look for a better option then. My nephew Siwoo loves grapes.’
You smiled at his concern for his youngest family member’s preferences.
‘Your nephews must be the happiest kids in town with an uncle like that,’ you murmured, stealing a bite from the rest of the lemon ball that he subtly nudged your way earlier.
‘They’re pretty lucky, aren’t they?’ He agreed easily, earning a snicker from you.
As you savored the last of the lemon flavor on your tongue, he leaned in, eyes focused on your lips.
‘You eat just like Siwoo,’ he instinctively wiped your lower lip with his thumb.
Looking up at him, you caught the moment he realized what he was doing and retreated.
‘Sorry,’ he muttered awkwardly. ‘It’s a habit.’
Pressing your finger to your lower lip, which was now burning, you shook your head neutrally.
‘It’s okay. You must spend a lot of time with them,’ you scooped more in your spoon to somehow soothe the burn on your lips.
‘Not as much as I’d like. Most of the time, our schedules don’t match up, especially with them living in a different city. I try to have them over or visit them as much as possible.’
Baekhyun’s voice became warmer as he reminisced.
‘I get scolded by hyung a lot for spoiling them. But what can I do? At least they’ll have those pleasant memories and presents to remember me by while we’re apart.’
‘Are they close in age?’
‘About four years apart. Seoyul is pretty grown already; I can’t believe her little brother is going to school soon as well.’ He smiled, remembering something. ‘When she started her first grade, he was so upset. He cried every time she left the house.’
‘Aw, that’s so cute,’ you cooed. ‘So they’re getting along well?’
‘Yeah, apart from the occasional bickering. Siwoo is… a boy.’
‘A little daredevil?’
‘He’s driving his noona insane sometimes. To be honest, I was exactly the same at his age. We’re both lucky to have siblings several years older.’
‘Ah, so your hyung is much older than you?’
‘Seven years. He was almost like a father,’ Baekhyun chuckled. ‘But had he been even a couple of years younger… Pretty sure he would’ve given me a piece of his mind back then.’
‘I wouldn’t ever imagine that you were a maknae of your family.’
‘Why? I had so much aegyo as a child! Yes, my mom had to exercise lots of patience, but I was cute as hell.’
‘I’m sure that’s how it was,’ you hummed.
‘I’m still in the top-3 cutest of our family list. Might even be cuter than Seoyul at times; she’s way too serious these days.’
‘Wow, going over your nephews’ heads after the title… How mature of you.’
‘Hey, don’t blame me for being extremely cute.’
‘Show me some aegyo then,’ you challenged him with a smile.
‘Huh, you wish. You’re not ready for my aegyo, Y/N-ie.’ He responded sassily.
‘Is that so?’ You smirked, holding his gaze up until the chime of your phone provided an interruption.
Your bestie found a great time to pry into your business, which was evident from the message previews on the screen.
Ki-yaah | You’re not texting me back…
Ki-yaah | Which either means that you chickened out…
Ki-yaah | …or his stamina is REALLY freaking impressive
Ki-yaah | Which one is it??? I hope it’s the latter!
You inhaled sharply and started coughing, barely managing to swipe those messages off the screen before Baekhyun could see them.
‘Are you okay?’ He patted you on the back to help you overcome your coughing fit.
‘Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t realize it was so late… It was so rude of me to keep you up. Let me help you clean this up.’
‘Leave it,’ he shook his head, catching you by the wrist. ‘I’ll put this away later.’
‘I’ll… get going then,’ you stood so abruptly that your legs couldn’t keep up with you, completely numb from being in the same position for so long.
‘Y/N!’ Baekhyun rose to catch you by the arms. ‘Take a second, sit on the couch. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep.’
You swatted at your legs with your palms, urging the blood flow to restore quicker.
‘Sorry…’
‘Why are you sorry? I’m not in a hurry to get rid of you.’ He stated simply.
‘It’s just so late… and… you must have stuff to do.’
‘Nope. I actually had fun. I rarely get to sit around at home munching on ice cream and enjoying another grownup’s company.’
You bit your lip shyly at his words, and he suddenly tsked.
‘Although I feel like we were mostly talking about me. That’s a shame. I want to hear about you as well,’ Baekhyun mused, walking you to the door. ‘Well, let’s save it for next time.’
Next time, he said.
Next time??
You turned your back on him to conceal the shade of your cheeks and pretended to fidget with the doorknob.
‘Let me,’ he reached over you, pressing his warm chest to your back for a second to unlock the door.
But before you could step outside, his fingers wrapped around your forearm in a lax hold.
‘And Y/N… If you ever find yourself craving some lemon ice cream… I’m ready to provide it.’
With that, he pushed the door open and allowed you to leave his apartment.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Another BBH mini-series started 💫 I hope you enjoyed part 1~ Pls let me know what you think via comments, asks and reblogs, my darlings 💜 Also, I am very curious if you are picturing anyone in particular as Hoseok hehe 🙃
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mybiasisexo · 2 months
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41 and baekhyun pls and thank you!! 💙
Cute 👓
Genre: fluff Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.2k Warnings: Sexual Implications
a/n: ngl this is just me writing down a fantasy. it is what it is lol
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It’s the end of a long day, and you’re ready to relax and spend some quality time with your boyfriend, Baekhyun. He’s already sitting on the couch when you enter the living room. Watching whatever show he put on for you to mindlessly watch. The first thing you notice as you approach is his hair. He finished his nighttime routine before you, so it’s still damp from his early shower. He didn’t bother messing with it, so it is now drying at odd angles. His body is fitted with a silky blue pajama set, and on his face is a pair of chunky glasses.
He looks like a child, and you have to physically hold your lips together to stop the cooing threatening to come out from his presence.
He spots you and smiles. He always smiles like that when you join his side, no matter where you are, and it makes your heart melt. “Hey, Baby.”
His voice is gentle, comforting. The tone deeper because of it. It drives you crazy, and he’s probably aware of that, but his intentions aren’t to arouse.
That being said, he draws his arms back, a wordless invitation you’re too eager to oblige.
You crawl into his lap, sitting sideways so that your back leans against the armrest and your legs drape over his thighs. He closes his arms around you, one going around your back, the other resting on one of your exposed knees.
He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before giving his attention back to the show playing. You find his profile more entertaining. He can definitely feel your wandering stare, but ignores it, getting back into the show.
Your gaze is hard to ignore completely though, and the skin on his face tints pink under your stare.
You lift a hand to the back of his head, untangling his light-colored locks, fixing the mess he has going on back there. When he’s presentable again, you start combing your fingernails over his scalp. The action has him purring like a cat, his head leaning more into your touch.
You can’t help but smile at him, continuing the movement for a bit longer. You pull your hand away eventually and he groans in disappointment.
“Those glasses make you look so cute,” you finally say, your voice lilting like you’re talking to a baby. The compliment makes him drop his head to try to hide the pleased smile on his little lips.
“You think so?” he asks softly.
You hum in agreeance. “You should wear them more often.”
He lifts his head back up to look at you, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Maybe I will.”
“So that I can gush about how cute my boyfriend is?” You question.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, turning back to the television, playing off the affect your words have on him. You can tell he can’t get back into the show, that you’ve completely distracted him, by the way he’s blinking. His cheeks and neck bloom a lovely red, and you think you’re going to explode with how endearing he is.
You can’t help but poke his cheek. “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”
“Yah,” he whines, pulling away from your touch.
You chuckle and lean in more. “What’s wrong?” You feign concern.
He cuts his eyes to you. “Stop calling me cute.”
You gasp dramatically. “But how can I not? With your cute little glasses? And your cute little pout?”
“I’m not pouting,” he denies, bottom lip gutting further out. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be cute.”
“Oh?” You reposition yourself, sliding your legs over his so that you’re straddling him. He falls back onto the couch, hands instantly going to your hips, squeezing them gently.
You cup his face, holding it so that he can’t avoid your gaze.
“That’s too bad,” you purr. “Because you’re my cute baby. My pretty boy.”
A grunt leaves those red lips of his and you feel him twitch underneath you. “Why did I kind of like that?” He mutters to himself.
A sly grin grows on your face that he notices with slight fear in those shiny eyes of his.
“I know you did,” you whisper. Slowly, you close the distance between you both, brushing your nose and lips against his. “I felt you.”
He gulps. Rarely do you take a dominate role in your relationship. Actually, this is the first time. Baekhyun’s a bit overwhelmed by the role reversal. His eyebrows are raised in surprise, his breathing becoming more ragged with anticipation.
You tease him a bit more, rubbing his lips with your own, the tip of your tongue curling over the sweet flesh. You finally kiss him when you feel his body shaking with need. It’s sultry and slightly vulgar. All teeth and tongue, languidly twirling together. There is no rush, no pressure for anything more even though you both know that’s where this is leading to, especially with him growing more turned on with every swipe of your wet muscle.
He pulls away suddenly, holding you back as he falls into the couch again. His features have grown mischievous as he takes in the way your pupils have blown out.
“You should reward me,” he says with his now husky voice. “For being so cute.”
“A reward?” You repeat and he nods. You play along, tilting your head curiously. “And how exactly should I do that?”
“I can think of a few things,” he pushes, pulling your hips forward to grind against the hard bulge in his pajama bottoms.
The action draws a moan from him, and you bite your lip. “I do need to hear more of those pretty moans leave your mouth.”
“Yeah?” He lets out in a breath. You’ve started trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, his chest. Unbuttoning his shirt to continue your journey south, consuming every inch revealed to you. You slide down to your knees, and lean up at him between his legs. He takes you in hungrily, loving this view more than you’ll ever know. Little does he know, you do too. You lean against his knee as you lose yourself in the art he is. That pouty mouth of his has fallen open as he struggles to breath, his exposed chest slightly heaving, those glasses that are the reason you’re here in the first place askew on his nose.
Your man is cute, indeed.
“What?” He asks, grinning self-consciously as you continue to stare at him.
You shake your head, both as an answer for him as well as clearing your head. “I love you is all.”
A new layer of blush coats his face, but he doesn’t avert his gaze like had been doing before. Instead, he bends down so that your faces are level, and lifts up your chin with his finger. “I love you too.”
He gives you a quick kiss and leans against the couch again, expectantly. There is nothing ‘cute’ about him any longer, even with the crooked glasses. No. Now he only exudes manliness. His shoulders suddenly broader, the features of his blushless face sharper with lust, the silent demand in his glittery eyes causing saliva to flood your mouth. You fight the urge to swallow, knowing you’ll be making good use of it.
Not wasting any more time, you go for the band of his pajamas.
His quiet groans fill the room as his head falls against the couch, his back arching as you give him the reward he deserves.
And, god, is it cute.
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synthetickitsune · 4 months
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Paws & Tendrils ✧ b.bh
Pairing: Alien Baekhyun x human!(gn)reader Genre: fluff-ish Summary: It's always a risky business introducing pets to each other, so imagine Baëkhyun's surprise when not only does he not have to do that, but it goes better (or worse) than he expected. Word count: 4.7k Warnings: mentions of abduction and past torture (or something) A/N: I was shown a sweater with three eyed alien cat and ran with it... I miss when there was actual plot to the fics ✨
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Steady. Slow and steady, you will yourself. Your breathing is too loud in your ears, but you can’t hold your breath forever. Oxygen is a luxury that you need to enjoy while you can - while you’re allowed to. But if you breathe, he’s sure to find you - faster than he would if you didn’t anyway. The desk you’re hiding under isn’t exactly the most inconspicuous spot. It’s an impossible situation, though you suppose the current state of your life as a whole is. You swallow around the lump in your throat and try to blink back the burning sensation in your eyes.
There is no reason for this to be your life. 
You’ve done nothing but lived as best as you could. So why…- A sudden lick on your cheek makes you jump a little as you’re awoken from your thoughts.
The creature is surprisingly cat-like. The body shape is approximately the same, although sometimes it seems to be obeying laws of a different nature than animals you’re used to. Sometimes it moves in a way that’s not quite right. Sometimes it looks different than it did the previous day but you can never put a finger on why or how. Its tongue is cool and the saliva leaves a stinging sensation that feels more ticklish than painful. 
It’s watching you with its three unblinking eyes, round and dark with speckles of light, as if always mirroring the empty universe surrounding you. Unnerving perhaps isn’t quite the word you’d use. The creature’s stare is comforting in the same way a deja vu might be, the way a dark and lonely street might be if you could be sure you’re the only one walking it. Still, the doubt remains. The comfort is never certain. The cat might not be your friend. It doesn’t help that it doesn’t feel like a cat under your fingers.
If anything, it feels like the creature is trying to produce fur without knowing what exactly fur is. Sometimes it feels like running your fingers through thinly sliced seaweed, sometimes like silk. Sometimes it’s like the fibers covering its skin are trying to pull your fingers closer. Today, however, it’s doing a pretty good job. 
Its nose is as cold as the rest of its body. It’s smooth and when the cat nudges your jaw with it, it feels like metal. You can’t help the wobbly smile that appears in the presence of the creature. It might not be a friend, who knows if it’s not simply obeying some orders of its master, but at least it feels like it’s trying to comfort you.
You’ve seen it often. It often lounges around while you’re chased, it rests in their laps or their shoulders sometimes and they treat it gently. If you held less fear and more desire towards your captors, perhaps you would be jealous of it.
You wrap your arms around the creature, hug it to your chest and even if you do panic at the purr-like noise it makes, you can’t be upset with it. It rubs its head against yours, it behaves just like an affectionate cat would. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine you’re back home. 
“What do you think you’re doing here?”
You jump and bang your head on the top of the desk, wincing. His voice sounds unamused. Angry even. You know you’re not supposed to be hiding. Not from Baëkhyun. He prefers the chase. The cat in your arms makes a chirping noise and you relax your hold on it, giving it an option to run away. To run to its master. To run away. To be smarter than you. It doesn’t, however. It curls itself comfortably on your chest, rubbing its head against you in contentment.
You want to look at him. You want to know if you're in trouble. But you don't dare. Your head hurts. You want to move further into the corner but your body is frozen and not even the creature curled up on your chest helps.
“Interesting,” you hear him mutter in a tone you've never heard before. Alarms blast in your head. New never means good around here. You hear movement. You brace yourself for impact, you brace yourself for any manner of pain. There's none.
“Aren't you careful today?” he hums, “Look at me.” 
You do. Slowly, cautiously, and find a smile on his face. It doesn't seem malicious, but it seldom does. Baëkhyun is very good at deceiving you, illusions are his specialty. His hand hovers just an inch from your face. When it makes contact, it's cold but soft. It doesn't hurt. When he strokes your cheek with his thumb, there's no claw cutting into your skin.
“Are you getting along well?” the alien nods towards the cat. He reaches for it, stroking its back as it lays in your arms. “My two cute pets together.”
You look down to the cat and shiver. Its… not fur anymore but tendrils reach out towards his fingers and wrap around them. You have an uncomfortable feeling they're communicating with each other. His face remains unchanged, however, so you can't guess anything. His affection is gentle, but that can shift any second. Towards you at least, you don't think he'd hurt the creature. Despite treating you both about the same at the moment. 
“Are you not afraid of it?” Baëkhyun asks, and he sounds genuinely curious, which immediately makes you suspicious.
“No,” you shake your head. He hums. The corner of his lips twitches.
“That's a little… mean,” he tastes the word on his tongue “Don’t you think?” 
His touch remains gentle. You don’t get a second of his attention. He seems oblivious to the seeds of terror sprouting in your bones, weaving into your soft tissues.
Then he drops his hand and you curl further into a ball, expecting a blow, but it doesn't come. Instead, he wraps his arm around your waist. He sits down next to you, his side pressed against yours and he pulls you even closer. His other hand is still messing with the cat's lapping tendrils, playful and carefree. The cat's watching you with a curious gaze. The eyes hidden in the skin of its cheeks blink open as well. You can't swallow. You can't breathe. 
You didn’t know about those, and now five eyes are staring at you, two more joining them when Baëkhyun turns towards you too. It’s too much. Their words start ringing in your mind. You should be grateful. They could get rid of you as easily as they abducted you. You don’t deserve anything. A being as useless as you doesn’t deserve attention. You don’t want any either… not under these uncertain circumstances.
“Why aren’t you afraid of it?” his voice is low when he asks his question, leaning closer until his lips brush against your cheek. The touch is light, if you weren’t so scared you might say it was enjoyable, but currently it only makes your tears overflow. 
Still, you know better than to let him wait, so with a shaky voice you respond: “It never hurt me.” It’s familiar. It makes me feel safe.
He makes a noise that’s a cross between mockery and sympathy. You feel something grab your jaw. It’s his fingers, smooth, warm. His other hand is still petting the cat. What’s holding you then? “I never hurt you with mine either, did I?”
Oh.
“Shhh,” he soothes you, the appendages around your waist gently massaging the small of your back. Your vision is out of focus. The world is spinning. You barely feel the weight of the creature on your chest.  “Little one, shhh.”
He’s right. He never hurt you with his tentacles, but that doesn’t mean he never will. And you made him mad. He had to scold you. He’s angry with you. That never goes without punishment. You dared to prefer a pet above him. That deserves more than a punishment. What that would be, you have no idea but you’re sure he does. He’s always so creative. Your lungs are burning but you don’t dare to breathe. You’re not deserving. You insulted him. You’re useless. You-
“Hey,” he says, his voice domineering and stern. It’s a reflex that you immediately snap to attention, your eyes lowered but face tilted towards him. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay with me. Breathe.���
So you do. Slowly you inhale and exhale. You keep your breathing stable even when the tentacles wrap fully around your waist. Your mind fills with images of him squeezing the life out of you, of him severing your torso from the rest of your body. You breathe anyway. Would your eyes pop out of their sockets if he put enough force into his hold? Would you feel it - and how much would it hurt? Would it make him laugh? 
That’s what you should care about.
If only you could get it through your thick skull that it doesn’t matter if you live or die - what matters is that he’s not bored. Or rather that all of them are not bored. You should remain pliant and rest assured that they are satisfied with you. Never go around upsetting them, just a toy at their disposal. How much easier it would be if you could be happy seeing them happy. 
And well… It’s not like you’re not. They can be pleasant when they’re happy. Easier to deal with. Not as cruel, more prone to taking care of your basic needs. Maybe they’re getting used to what you need just like you are getting used to them and what their uses for you are. It could be worse. They… they seem to be fond of you. In their own way. There’s some reassurance in that.
The cat is weighing down on your chest. You can feel it again with each rise and fall of your chest. It brings you back into your own body. It’s heavier than it should be - than it would be if it was a creature of Earth - but it doesn’t feel bad. 
“Just like that,” he encourages. His voice is friendly. You don’t trust it. The tentacles still pulse around your body. They don’t feel like a threat. The only thing stopping your body from melting into him is your fear. Even if he could ignore how well you treat his pet compared to him, he won’t tolerate insults. It’s only a matter of time before he strikes.
You should’ve been more careful. You shouldn’t have let yourself be found in the first place.
“Tell me, hm? Did I ever use these,” he punctuates the word by squeezing your waist with the appendages, “To cause you pain?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“See? That’s so easy then. Why would you be afraid?” he chuckles, his hand patting your knee. Before your thoughts can turn properly bitter thinking about the answer you won’t voice aloud, he continues. “Did anyone allow you to be afraid?”
The words feel like a bucket of icy cold water poured over your head. Your body locks itself up completely with tension so tight it’s even hard to breathe. All over again you get stuck inside your own mind. Were you doomed from the start then? From all the way before the chase even began? The alien just laughs. Only his voice is able to override your panic and get through to you, lest you make your situation worse by unwittingly ignoring him.
“What fun would the hunt be with a prey that’s not scared?” he leans his head against yours, well aware that your own body won’t allow you to move an inch, “Did you enjoy hiding with my pet, my pet?” 
You… Did you? Meeting eyes with the animal, all you see in the five dark orbs is your own reflection. He has yet to pull away from you. It almost seems like he’s resting. Like he doesn’t mean to harm you. In the cat’s eyes, it’s just a peaceful scene. Like a family. A couple. You’re the one who seems off. You’re the alien one in the picture you see. Unnaturally tense, your posture uncomfortable and unlike what you should be in a similar situation. You don’t fit there. You’re ruining it.
“I told you to stay with me,” you hear his voice right next to your ear. You realize you’ve stopped breathing again but when you try to take a breath - you can’t. Something’s wound so tightly around your waist and all the way up to your chest that you can’t breathe. You feel the tentacles pulsing and it’s a soothing sensation, but their hold is too strong. Confused and panicked, you look at Baëkhyun, who holds your gaze for a couple seconds before he eases the grip just enough so you can breathe. You don’t look away as you take in the air calmly, the limbs around you too tight to breathe in deeply. He watches you intently, his tentacles following each rise and fall of your chest. Eventually, you calm down and your eyes fall closed. 
You feel exhaustion that you cannot ignore. Living with them is almost constant fear and stress. It’s been taking a toll on your body for far too long. There are always bruises and little wounds your body needs to heal. The constant state of exhaustion and desire to sleep likely doesn’t help your already cracked and fragile psyche at all. Despite yourself you feel giving in, tension dissipating from your muscles involuntarily. He hums, satisfied it seems. He holds you securely with his tentacles, one hand still stroking your knee. The cat…?
You open your eyes to find it gone. You frown, turning to face him again but instead something soft and moist bumps into your head. It feels like seaweed. The creature makes a rumbling noise that’s followed by a chuckle.
“It really likes you,” Baëkhyun notes and not a second later there’s the now familiar and comfortable weight curled on your stomach. The cat’s now back to sleepily blinking up at you with three eyes. “You’re lucky.”
You want to ask why, want to ask what would happen if the creature didn’t like you - but you don’t necessarily want to know. Maybe that’s your problem - asking too many questions that ultimately don’t matter. What matters is them and what they desire. You should already know that by now. You move your arm, surprised to find it hasn’t been bound to your body, and stroke the cat’s kelp-like fur.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper softly. What if the “lucky” part wasn’t necessarily connected with the cat at all? 
“Ah, so you know you’ve done something bad,” he hums, crossing his arms over his chest. The tentacles rest wrapped around your body. They don’t move. You don’t like the uncertainty, but you don’t have enough strength left to anticipate his reaction. Your body has run out of adrenaline a long time ago. “Did you do it on purpose?”
That’s a tricky one. It’s not like you wanted to disobey him, but you couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t have a choice. Your body made the choice for you, really. You’d lose your mind if you kept running, knowing it’s pointless because he’s always gonna catch up. Or you’d run into another one of them and you’d be twice as fucked. 
“N-no,” you swallow heavily, “I… I couldn’t go on.”
“That’s not what I asked, is it?” he clicks his tongue but he still looks more entertained than anything in the cat’s eyes, “I asked if you hid here on purpose, knowing it’s not what I want you to do.”
There isn’t such a thing as black and white in this world. It’s truly not like you purposefully hid here to disobey him. You’re still learning to go against instinct, to stop listening to your own body. Ultimately, though, it’s all just an excuse. 
“Yes,” you admit quietly. What else is there to do? “I did.”
You hear him sigh. 
“What to do with you, hm?” he wonders aloud. You feel his eyes on you, scanning over your body. His tentacles squeeze you tighter, but you can still breathe at least. You can’t move much more than that. Whatever his thought process was, however, it gets interrupted. A gurgling sound comes from the creature on your tummy. It startles you - it is no sound that you’d wish to hear a cat on Earth make - but Baëkhyun simply turns his attention towards the creature, lips slightly parted as though in shock. 
You don’t like it. Your body won’t react to the panic you feel and it makes the situation worse. This is no time to let yourself be a ragdoll but you have no strength left. It’s just like when all the aliens are speaking amongst themselves, their language incomprehensible to you, resonating in your mind so strongly that it makes your head hurt. This staring contest he has with his cat doesn’t hurt you at least, but somehow it feels more sinister. Did you wrong the animal in any way? It is just a charade he’s playing, merely pretending, like humans often do, to communicate with the cat?
The creature hisses and you jerk, legs kicking as if you could move away when it made bed on your stomach. It immediately makes a softer sound, an inquisitive meow. Almost a meow anyway. Its eyes are round and curious looking at you. They turn into harsh slits when the alien next to you moves and the cat turns its attention towards him. It makes your chest fill with a sense of warmth, a feeling you were prepared to never feel again. It doesn’t last long. You’re sure there will also be hell to pay later. If by some miracle the cat’s affection will gain you mercy now, his anger will catch up with you when it’s gone.
“Interesting,” he mutters under his breath, and his tone is not exactly as carefree as it usually is. You will lose your mind soon if something doesn’t change. 
You hear the cat meow again before you realize you started crying. The soft creature climbs over his tentacles and bumps its head on yours, rubbing against you like it means to comfort you. You sniffle, touched again by the rare moment of gentleness. All the same, the distraction doesn’t last long. 
As soon as Baëkhyun shifts, presumably turning his body towards yours, the cat hisses again, swatting a paw towards his extended hand. Its claws are larger than what should be possible, like the entirety of the tissue changed to extend and become the claws. It terrifies you. Not the cat - but its future.
“Mean,” the man scolds the creature with a frown, “Stop it.”
And that’s it. 
You watch in shock, mind whirling from the twists and turns of their interactions. He moves closer to you, one arm now resting over your waist after the tentacles adjust for him to hold you, and the other behind your head. You have no strength to resist. You wouldn’t anyway, even if you’re terrified because this is what he wants and therefore what needs to happen. The cat snuggles between your bodies, purring lightly, and you try to consider that a good sign. It must be, right?
“I think it’s gonna claw my eyes out if you don’t calm down,” he… whines…? You’ve never heard him like this and it makes you inhale sharply. New never means good. As a result, you hear a threatening mewl. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Baëkhyun holds you closer. The tentacles hold you too, and you’re a little grateful because you’re not sure you could hold yourself up like this without them. Still, the situation is new, unexpected. Not necessarily uncomfortable, but alas…
“Isn’t this what humans do? Why are you still like this?” he continues to complain as he pulls away slightly to look at you. For once, he seems genuinely confused. There is no mocking undertone to his voice or expression. It doesn’t feel good. A heavy sense of foreshadowing settles over you. He’s going to throw this in your face as soon as the cat’s whims change and it leaves.
How are you supposed to confess it all to him?
“I’m scared,” you say in the end. That’s what it all boils down to. Your body might be too weak to show it, but your heart is heavy with it; your soul and mind are tormented by the fear and anxiety of what is to come. The finer details don’t matter all that much, not to him anyway. And if they did, what’s he gonna do? He can’t erase what they’ve put you through so far. 
“Why are you scared?” he huffs, “I’m holding you.”
You wish it was as simple as that. You wish there was any sort of security to be felt in his arms, or at least a promise of it if nothing else. But it’s not always the case that when you’re held, you’re safe. If at least you had anything like that to rely on, this whole situation could be so much better.
“You hurt me when you hold me,” you remind him quietly. You didn’t think you could ever do something like that - to be bold and honest like that. Maybe it’s because you’re so tired, or maybe because you’re already in so much trouble that basically nothing even matters anymore. Still, you’re too afraid to look at him, so instead you look at the animal curled on your chest that’s watching you right back and stretches its neck to touch your nose with its own. 
“Not always,” he clicks his tongue, and his voice betrays his frustration. You flinch when he raises his hand to run it through his hair. Another sharp glare follows, the cat blinking the eyes that usually remain hidden open. It’s loveable, you decide. You like the animal. You will protect it. Not that you’ve seen it abused in any way, but your heart wouldn’t be able to take it if anything happened to it. Baëkhyun soothes it with a couple pats that seem a little too cautious.
You want to protect it. But that’s all supposing you have any power to protect another living being while you’re powerless to protect even yourself.
“I’m not hurting you now,” he adds after a while, “And it wasn’t my plan anyway.”
“Plans change,” especially yours - you want to accuse, but it comes out as a meek complaint. Not even that, just words whispered to prevent silence from occurring. 
He studies your face for a while. You don’t know how to read the face he’s making, so all you can rely on is the cat once again happily curled under your chin. 
The punishment that will come will be terrible. It makes you nauseous already. The alien’s calm doesn’t help at all. It seems like he’s genuinely unbothered by the whole situation, but that’s not possible.
Is it?
He sighs, turning away from you. You hope you can trust the animal’s judgment. Hope it hasn’t changed its mind about protecting you - or whatever truly was the nature of its behavior. There remains the chance he’s just messing with you. It doesn’t feel like any of them would appreciate it if you felt safe here to any extent. Although it’s probably just a one time whim of the cat to want to be with you. Then there’s also the possibility that Baëkhyun can indeed communicate with the cat and it’s all an elaborate scheme to get you to relax before once again crushing your hopes. From what you’ve seen, the creature is much like an Earth cat, but nothing’s ever certain here. 
While you get lost in your thoughts, or maybe even drift off - your body is so weak, after all - you barely notice the shifting tentacles. They slide easily and gently around your body. It’s nothing new. It freaks you out, usually, when you have enough energy for such intense emotions. You only notice the movement when you feel your head rest against something. The cat stirs enough to brush its nose on your jaw before yawning and stretching out on Baëkhyun’s chest. The same chest your head is resting on. His arm is wrapped around you again, holding you close to his side same as his tentacles. More of them are draped across his chest to reach you, and they hold you too but honestly they feel more like a weighted blanket. If only they felt just as safe and reassuring.
You struggle a little but he shushes you immediately. 
“You could’ve had this in a more comfortable spot,” he chides softly, “It’s your fault you chose to hide here.”
You know it’s a lie. If you didn’t hide, if you kept running… No, with this one there’s too many options. Maybe it’s also possible he’s telling the truth. You want to believe it. You’re so tired. You just want to believe in safety. The cat is cute. It seems to be protecting you.
It’s pointless to struggle anyway. He’s stronger. If you make too much fuss, the others might come too. It’s not worth it. You want to sleep. You feel your body shutting down with each second. Better sleep now under the cat’s watchful eye than risk it leaving without getting a second of peace. You need to rest. You can’t remember when was the last time you slept, so you suppose your body is simply jumping on the tiny bit of comfort you feel now.
“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Baëkhyun asks, and his voice is soft enough that the cat nuzzles into his chest before snuggling closer to you. The tentacles shift, maneuvering you more comfortably to his side. To his credit, everything he does is uncharacteristically careful and mindful of your broken body. You wonder if it’s hard for him. You hope it is. You hope he’s not simply choosing violence in all his interactions with you, you hope it’s only embedded in his nature. “Why fight it?”
Truth is - you want to sleep. You want to succumb to exhaustion, you really do. It’s almost an out-of-body experience to be awake now. You’re not sure you can feel your body right. It’s as if it already fell asleep but your consciousness struggles to catch up.
“I’ll be here when you wake up,” he coos at you. As if that would allow you to relax. You wonder if he means it as a reassurance. Or a promise - a threat? “You don’t need to worry about anything now. Leave it all to me.”
…yeah. Yeah. That’s what you should do. It’s what they always tell you. If you do, everything they do feels more merciful. More intimate. You know he’s going to take care of you. In his own way, that is, which isn’t always the same way as you’d like to be taken care of. But it doesn’t matter. You can’t move anyway. Your tongue and your eyelids are too heavy. What else is there but him? 
Eventually, you do lose to sleep. He holds you for quite a while, watching as your chest rises and falls. He feels the movement pushing against his tentacles. It’s so peaceful, he thinks, the way humans sleep. Holding you feels like holding a beating heart. It’s rare, he realizes too, to see you sleep. Usually you just pass out. There doesn’t seem to be much difference from what he can tell. But somehow it feels different. You feel softer. He could pretend you trust him.
The cat stretches and it’s his turn to glare. He doesn’t want you to wake up now that you’ve finally fallen asleep. The creature doesn’t seem to mind him, much happier to cuddle closer to you. It’s a scene he never thought he’d see, mostly because he didn’t think the animal would be interested in you. Clearly he was very wrong. It’s adorable how protective it is over you. His two little pets. He looks forward to telling the others.
But that can wait, for now he’s content like this. There doesn’t seem to be much difference between you and the cat. 
Perhaps he could try treating you the same.
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Scenario: you're unsure what to think when Baekhyun is needy around you and you end up in a discussion of whether or not to go back to being friends with benefits (ex fwb to lovers?)
Pairing: Baekhyun x gender neutral reader
Requested: by anon
Genre: fluff
Warnings: suggestive, lots of mentions of the former fwb arrangement (obviously), kissing
Word Count: 2800+
A/N: I edited this a million times and it kept getting longer but I'm still not sure if it's any good. I sincerely hope you'll like it, though! Please lmk if I forgot any warnings.
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You groaned a little. You couldn't help it. He was unbelievable sometimes. "Baek... Why does this turn you on?"
Baekhyun, a friend - or your former friend with benefits to be specific - wasn't very subtle about this. He hadn't even tried to not make it obvious, commenting on it with a blunt charm, you could say.
"I don't know. Everything turns me on at this point. And it's not my fault that you're so sexy", he complained a tad whiny and with a slightly pouty expression.
You let out a huff. "I'm not sexy."
You thought that would end the topic but you were wrong.
Instead, it caused him to roll his eyes and made him more defensive about the whole issue. You wouldn't talk yourself down, not on his watch.
"Yes, you are. And it doesn't even matter what you wear because I already know what you look like underneath your clothes." A good reminder.
Baekhyun looked at you with a dramatically lustful gaze while getting lost in the images inside of his head.
It took him a moment to realize he was staring at you open mouthed but then he quickly licked his lips and pressed them together as he swallowed. Not that he was embarrased but maybe he should tone it down just a little bit. He really didn't need to come off that desperate.
Somehow it was hard to tell how much of that was real and what was purposely done just to tease you.
You only sighed, shooting him a short look and continued with your task.
"You do know that you were the one who said we should go back to just being friends, right? You wanted to be free to go on big dates and get serious, settle down. Stupidly panicking about your age after your birthday", you reminded him unapologetically. "So, we're just friends. Don't think of me like that anymore."
"You can't forbid me to think about you." He laughed sincerely.
"Okay. Don't fantasize about me", you specified what you meant with your previous words.
"Ahh", he nodded slowly as he understood. But then he shrugged, grinning while he kept his eyes set on you. "I don't need your permission for that either. I have all those memories of sleeping with you saved in my head and I can just recall that and fantasize about you any time I want. I could even close my eyes and go at it right now. Actually, I don't even need to close my eyes to picture you naked. I could look at you just like this and what are you gonna do about it, hm? Oh yeah... That's some hot stuff."
You giggled at his teasing, failing to glare at him. He was being ridiculous. And that was kind of cute. You had always found it hard to be mad at him. Or to resist his playfulness. "Stop it."
"You can't make me."
You knew that was true and the both of you stayed in comfortable silence for a while, small grins on your faces.
"What did you mean when you said everything turns you on at this point?", you wondered slowly and halted in your move to look at him. "I thought you were dating that one chick from work. Is that not enough?"
"That's over. We only went out twice. She had a really weird sense of humor. A none existing one." His voice was dead serious and he looked displeased.
"Oh come on. It couldn't have been that bad." You should have known since he hadn't talked about her at all.
"Yes, it was! Too dull to even make me wanna have sex with her."
"A real accomplishment. How to be her", you joked. Baekhyun wasn't that kind of person. Maybe he was getting horny easily but he wasn't an asshole about it. A bit petty maybe, occasionally.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm not that desperate. Yet...", he decided and met your gaze. "Why do you ask so suddenly? Jealous?"
You couldn't help but chuckle. "No? I just thought we shouldn't talk like that if you're seeing someone."
"Pff", he huffed. "She was not the one. Plus, when did that ever bother us?"
"I don't know. Most of that was before we were sleeping with each other, so it was okay to flirt." You were done with your stuff and now turned around to him completely.
"What? What's with that look?" He chuckled nervously, a grin forming on his face.
But you only shook your head, trying to tell him it was nothing.
He raised a brow at you. "So I'm not allowed to reminisce about our good times together and can't flirt with you anymore either?"
"Exactly. None of that anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because it's different. Now it feels like, I can't be sure if it doesn't go into that direction again. And I don't know if that's a strange spark of hope... Or worry. So just, seriously don't do this to me, Baek."
You worried that you might read too much into it and overthink it but at the same time worried that you weren't taking the flirty avances serious enough. It could be either one that would turn out to be true eventually.
With a surprised expression he tried to grasp the turn this conversation was taking. "It really bothers you, huh? Sorry. I didn't realize."
You sighed deeply and ruffled your hair in a bit of frustration. "No, that's not what I... I just wish..." You paused to take a deep breath.
Baekhyun gave you an expectant look, waiting. Maybe he was a bit irritated where this was supposed to go but he was clearly ready to mock you for beating around the bush.
"Look, flirting doesn't bother me. It's fun. But it's like I have expectations that something's actually gonna happen when you say stuff like that. And of course, I know it won't 'cause we don't do that anymore. But there's this tiny voice inside my head going >maybe<, you know?"
You searched for his gaze. "To be honest, I think you could still easily get me tingly and all that. And I'm a little too aware, I shouldn't even feel that way and it's irritating. And! I can't tell if you're serious about any of it anymore. Because back then I thought it was nothing and it turned out to be... Fun. But now it's not turning into anything. You know?"
Your words were confusing. And then it hit him. "So, if we don't have sex you want to not be reminded of us at all? That's ridiculous. Us sleeping together won't go away just because I stop teasing you about it."
"I know that."
There was something about the way he kept phrasing it as >sleeping with you< instead of saying >fucking< or anything along the lines. It almost sounded loving. Even that affected you now that you had noticed. And he seemed interested in your thoughts, too, at least enough to be serious with his responses.
"Then why are you getting uncomfortable by me being open about still finding you attractive?" Baekhyun was a little proud of himself for putting it together like that.
"I wasn't." You looked at him and let out a soft giggle, visibly relaxing again. You probably should have addressed this a while ago already. Then again he hadn't been this bluntly talking about being turned on and imagining you naked before.
"I was just saying, it makes me wonder about us, thinking it will turn into something more again, when I probably shouldn't. So you know, you shouldn't flirt so much if you don't even wanna play. You said you're horny but you made the decision that's holding you back from having fun now."
"I see." He blinked at you and then slowly licked his lips. A mischivious smile formed on his face, his dark eyes sparkling. "Do you wanna be friends with benefits again?"
"I'll think about it", you replied with a shrug and walked past him, seemingly indifferent, only to tease him. You hadn't meant for all of this to become such a serious topic.
"Woah, hey. Not so fast", he complained, grinning widely as he went after you. "Is that why you really asked if I'm seeing someone? Because you wanted to know if I'd still have sex with you? I would."
Deep within there was a warm feeling spreading, a mixture of relief and satisfaction when you got the answer to a question you had wondered about but wouldn't have had the guts to ask him. But you didn't want to think about what that could mean and be vulnerable now, so you didn't let it show.
"Good for you. Then maybe I should just leave you to your imagination. I heard you still fantasize about me anyway."
"Oh you don't mean that." With a light grip on your arm he pulled you closer and made you look at him. There were only a few centimeters of distance between you.
Your gaze found his, the grasp on you still firm but gentle. And so familiar, albeit from different circumstances. You shook those involuntary memories off.
"No. But I told myself so many times that I'd be over this... Just like you, that I wouldn't go for simple fun anymore. Friends with benefits never works for long." You spoke quietly, although there was no one else around who could have heard your conversation anyway. "And it's you and me... this is not new for us. More like... getting back together. Without the strings attached."
"We had a reason why we ended that. Or at least I thought I had a reason...", Baekhyun said with a shrug. "And we're not a couple. So, where's the harm? It's not like we're going back just because it's familiar."
You couldn't even believe you were talking about this, seriously considering to have sex with your friend again. "There's no sense in doing that again. The outcome is gonna be the same, isn't it? And we're too old to repeat that, to have some fun and pretend we wouldn't rather be in real relationships. It's a great thought, fooling around again. But being friends with benefits has no future and we shouldn't hook up with anybody if we have to lie to ourselves about it."
"It worked out before and our friendship wasn't ruined. Even if we had sex again, it would be the same after. So what's your point?"
You bit your lip. You should simply say it.
"I don't think I see you the same way I used to before we ever... You know? Like, I know that's probably normal, but I just don't think I can go back to >just fun< when it's you. We're friends and that was sort of pushing the boundaries... Like, we've done stuff and you know me very differently now. And yeah, sure, it wasn't awful to just be friends after, you're right. Not to confess my love or something but I care about you too much. Maybe more now. And in a weird way, Baek."
"Oh... okay?" He faltered for a moment. "Wait, I was the one breaking it off and now you're telling me you need commitment? Is that it?" He couldn't hide his surprise but from the look on your eyes he could tell you were sincere. His grip left you as he taxed you with raised eyebrows, trying to understand your mind. You said it wasn't a confession, yet it sounded like one. Not a good one. But a very confusing, you feel something against your own will, you aren't even sure about it, that kind of one.
"You're not making any sense. The entire concept of friends with benefits is just uncommitted fun, so if you're not up for it, simply say that." He bit his lip, his gaze falling  before adding in a mumble. "Shouldn't I at least be the one asking to date?"
You weren't sure what he was trying to say. And on top of it, you felt like you were the desperate one all of a sudden. As if you had switched with him. "Maybe I'm okay with commitment now. Maybe- I don't know. Do I look like I have my life together and seriously know what I want?"
He shrugged and made a face. "The only time you ever know what you want is when you're naked."
That took you off guard.
He might be on to something there, you thought.
Everything had gotten you stressed lately. Maybe you needed this more than him. Just to be able to think clearly again. Maybe you should try again and see if your feelings change. Maybe you were over thinking because you hadn't had sex for so long and you unnecessarily tried to complicate the situation due to your history.
"Good point. Actually", you pondered. Then you let out a small chuckle of disbelief. "Why would you even let me talk? I shouldn't be elaborating on this." But was he even still in the mood?
His brows rose up when he looked at you with a smug grin. Baekhyun understood the expression in your eyes very well. "So, are we doing this again?"
"Hell, yes", you voiced out and in the next second already pressed your mouth on his.
He could feel you smiling against his lips when he responded by deepening the kiss without hesitation.
Just two good friends who used to have sex, making out again. What could go wrong?
You had longed to be close to him again, without even knowing it. You needed this, to be held and to be kissed.
And had you seriously let it slip that maybe you wanted more than fun? That you were an idiot who had realized a stable relationship would be kind of good for you?
This didn't mean anything. You still kissed him as just your friend, right?
Your arms were slung around his body, locking him in so naturally while he kept kissing you, his tongue in your mouth. His hands were slowly roaming your familiar body, making their way beneath your clothes so casually. You knew each other and you knew what you wanted in this moment. There was no need to hesitate or be unsure.
But you broke free and interrupted the kisses. "Baekhyun?", you voiced, drawing further away to search for his gaze again. It was him. You dared to be vulnerable now. "What if I really want you to just be with me? And not date anybody else..." You breathed in deeply. Then you swallowed, holding your breath, waiting for his reaction as you tried not to lose the eye contact.
Baekhyun had been so focused on you, on the way you had felt against him. He had to blink a couple of times, processing the question you had interrupted with. "What do you mean? Are you saying you want us... Me to date you? You wanna try to be serious?"
The most careful shrug of your shoulders couldn't overshadow the expectant and hopeful look on your face. A wordless answer. It left you scared of his and a cold wave washed over you briefly.
His focus darted back and forth between your eyes for a few seconds. Then he nodded vehemently and it was as cute as the smile on his lips now. Playfulness was coming through in his expression but his words weren't any less serious. "Let's be a couple then." A sealed deal. "That means lots of kisses. And I can sleep with you and fantasize about you as much as I want."
"I figured you'd like that." You felt relief upon his teasing. The warmth was spreading within your body fast.
He wasn't the type to mindlessly agree to this only to get sex. You weren't just anybody. After all, you had been friends and stayed close even when you had decided to break off the benefits arrangement. You meant something to him. If he didn't think there was a real chance for this working out, he wouldn't risk to try.
Baekhyun pulled you into another kiss immediately. There was more now. More passion, mayne even more desperation. More to lose, so he held you close using a bit more force.
He was soft, though, nonetheless. At heart at least. Because otherwise, he was quite literally not. Especially with how turned on he was now, which he had no problem showing you as he pressed his body against yours, his mouth on your lips, too needy to let go off you.
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