#dom!sehun

[lovelyhan]

— down bad (so so bad) ⟢

it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not. 

★ FEATURING; seungcheol x pet-sitter!reader (ft. exo's sehun just 'cause LOL)

★ WORD COUNT; 5.7k words 

★ TAGS; friends to lovers, lots of denial, a twinge of fluff,  smut

★ WARNINGS; graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; if u see me reposting this for the third time, no you didn't!!!!! JDKFGDJFKGGH i'm so sorry i should be working on one last enemies 2 lovers request, but the influx of kkuma content in seventeen street got the better of me,,

this is part of the doting on you! series.

★ SMUT TAGS; getting caught, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, dom!seungcheol, praise kink, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty thing, princess), reader is touch-starved AF

★ SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi - @asjkdk - @stariightjoyy - @jiniesclub

★ SEUNGCHEOL TAGLIST; @changk6un - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx - @noveniadelia

You spend a lot of time convincing yourself it’s not a big deal.

Because it most definitely isn’t. You live in a part of the city where there just happens to be a lot of idol and celebrity residences nearby, and ever since you’ve established yourself as a pretty decent pet-sitter, they’ve been enlisting your services much more than you initially expected.

But for some reason, every time the leader of that boy group whose dorm is right across the street comes to you with the most spoiled baby princess in his arms, it suddenly becomes a big deal. A huge, ginormous, larger-than-life—

“Hey.” Seungcheol grins, already dressed for today’s schedule from the looks of it. “I heard Sehun-hyung dropped off his dog yesterday, but we kinda have to squeeze in a last-minute shoot this afternoon, so…”

As if privy to the mention of his name, Sehun’s dog—a Bichon named Vivi—barks from your living room. He takes a peek behind the entryway to curiously peer at who’s at the door, but doesn’t make any moves to come out altogether. His presence makes Seungcheol’s dog, Kkuma shrink into her owner’s arms, almost whining. 

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that. You’ve played with Vivi before, right?” Seungcheol coos and you have to stifle a laugh at how he adjusts the pretty bow on her head before turning back to you. “So, uh, is it alright to double book you? I’ll be back for her tonight. Promise.”

Normally, you would’ve refused. Though you work from home, you don't want your attention spread too thin when you’re looking after a client’s pet. This is one of the main reasons why you mostly just pet-sit one at a time, but it’s as if the universe is intent on using your silly attraction to Choi Seungcheol against you—your usual terms and conditions be damned.

“Yeah, I think Sehun’s picking up Vivi later this afternoon, so it’s no big deal,” you reassure him before petting Kkuma affectionately. “You wanna go on a walk with Vivi later, Kkuma?”

Seungcheol told you once that his precious daughter is extremely picky about who gets to pet her and who should maintain a one-meter distance at all times. So when Kkuma has obviously taken a liking to you right off the bat, he knew she was in safe hands. Not to mention the assortment of positive reviews he’s heard about you from other idol friends in passing—he’d be an idiot not to ask for your help when you literally live right across the street. 

Lucky him that you’ll do anything for him if it meant you could have the pleasure of seeing Seungcheol right at your doorstep—flashing you that adorable, dimpled smile before he drops off or picks up his only child from your care.

Not like he has to know any of that, of course. 

“Oh, thank you so much,” Seungcheol groans with relief, shifting Kkuma into your arms before patting her head reassuringly. “My dad was supposed to pick her up from the dorms today, but something came up at home and he couldn’t make the trip. I owe you big time.” 

You chuckle at his gratefulness all while your heart swells as Kkuma nuzzles your chest. What an adorable little thing. “You know my bank account, Seungcheol-ssi.”

He shakes his head with a laugh. “I know you’re just messing around but really, you can call me Cheol. I think I’ve called in enough favors from you to be familiar at least.”

“Those aren’t favors, Cheol. You literally pay me three times more than you have to whenever Kkuma comes over,” you half-jest, startling a little when you notice Vivi circling your legs as he tries to sniff at the dog in your arms. “Anyway, shoo! Won’t you be late for your schedule? I’m sure a playdate with Vivi is just what Kkuma needs to kill the time.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he sighs before leaning forward to take Kkuma’s face in both of his large hands—pressing a loving kiss on top of her head. “You better be good, okay? Oh, I’m gonna miss you so much, baby.”

Kkuma’s tail wags at her father’s blatant affection and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face. No matter how many times Seungcheol baby talks to his kid before taking his leave, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing such a side of him up close.

“Daddy’s gonna be back for you tonight. Promise. Oh, by the way, her vet put her on a sodium-free diet for a while, so don’t give her any treats. And…”

As Seungcheol fusses about Kkuma’s newly imposed feeding schedules and hands you a backpack full of pet care necessities, you find yourself zoning out—your head ringing with that one word that’s always made you a little flustered every time you heard it from Seungcheol’s mouth. 

“You get any of that?”

You blink, acutely aware of how Vivi has stood up on his hind legs, pawing at your thigh as he attempts to lick Kkuma’s face. When you realize that you’re just standing there like an idiot as Seungcheol waits for a response, you let out a dry laugh before setting Kkuma down on the floor.

“Yep, I only have to feed her once. Strictly two scoops. Not that I see you sticking to the feeding regimen though,” you tease while receiving the backpack from him. 

“You got me,” Seungcheol chuckles again. “Can’t ever say no to my princess when she gives me the puppy eyes and asks for another scoop. Luckily, you’re the one looking after her today, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take care of it.”

Once Seungcheol finally takes his leave, you let out a long-winded sigh—pressing your back against your front door as Kkuma looks up at you with those big, dark eyes. Vivi seems to have made his way back to the living room after the initial curiosity and you’re glad that you don’t have to round up two energetic pups when your heart is still pounding in your chest.

To your surprise, Kkuma walks up to you, nuzzling your leg with a whine. 

Laughing, you sink to your knees to give her a few scratches underneath her ears. Dogs can be so attuned to a human’s emotional distress, it’s a little amazing.

“What does it feel like to be able to call him daddy?” you joke as she lays on her back for some belly rubs that you have no problem giving. 

The moment the question slips from your lips, you find yourself groaning again as you recall the tight fit of the black turtleneck Seungcheol was wearing today. How it accentuated all the features the fabric was meant to emphasize. You can only imagine how it would feel like to be caged in those big, beefy arms—

Kkuma jolts from her comfortable position on the floor when you suddenly shoot back to your feet, but you only feel half as bad for startling her.

You’re down bad. So ridiculously bad. 

Sehun comes over to pick up Vivi about an hour after you got home from their walk. 

Like most of your clients, he usually shoots a text before dropping by, but he must’ve forgotten the usual protocol. So when you hear your doorbell go off while you’re in the middle of watching idol fancams on your TV, the internal panic is very much warranted. 

Vivi bounds straight into his owner’s arms the moment Sehun comes through the door and starts licking his face. You smile to yourself despite clearly looking disheveled from how comfortably you’ve been lounging in the living room, but you’re sure Sehun doesn’t mind.

“Oh? He’s got a little playmate?” He raises an eyebrow when Kkuma waddles over to help herself to some of his attention too. Despite how he looks, Sehun gives Kkuma a few pats. “Hmm… Isn’t this Seungcheol’s kid? Or is it Seungkwan’s? Mingyu’s? Their dogs look all the same to me sometimes.”

You snort before handing him Vivi’s bag of necessities that every doting pet owner has up their arsenal. “You were right the first time. I’ve never pet sat for Mingyu before and I’m sure Seungkwan’s dog is in Jeju with his family.” 

He nods in understanding before locking Vivi’s leash in place. “I see. Wouldn’t be surprised if they started to have you look after their pets too, though.” 

When Sehun’s all set, you both discuss payments and he gives you his word that he’ll have the money wired into your account when he gets back to his place. But just when you’re about to send him and Vivi off, he pauses—glancing at something behind your shoulder. 

Curious, you whip around to see what caught his attention and—

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you stammer before throwing your arms out as if that’ll obstruct the view this six-foot idol has of your television screen. “I left YouTube on autoplay and I guess it paused when you arrived, and…”

Lies. You were in the middle of watching every single one of Seungcheol’s fancams before Sehun arrived and paused whatever was playing on screen. It just so happens that it slipped your mind that the screen froze at a very tantalizing part of his HOT fancam.

You’re not sure how you’re going to explain to Sehun that you don’t usually watch your clients' fancams like some closeted fan, but thankfully, he’s always been discreet about a lot of things. 

“Right,” he says, obviously unconvinced but seems that he won’t press further. “Well, we’re gonna head out now. Jongin-hyung might give you a call in the next few days, by the way. He’ll be busy promoting his solo debut for a while and Kyungsoo-hyung’s growing tired of all the fur in his apartment.” 

You nod swiftly, glad to have another business prospect right after this one just concluded. “Gotcha. See you again, Sehun.”

Once you’re all alone, you carry Kkuma to the living room—laying her down on the plush cushions of your couch before plopping helplessly right next to her. Thank god it’s Sehun who unknowingly bore witness to something so embarrassing. If it was Jongin, he never would’ve let you live it down.

But instead of wallowing in your shame, you unpause the video on screen—watching Seungcheol’s fancam in front of his daughter without another thought.

Kkuma doesn’t seem all too interested, immediately curling herself into a ball right next to you before promptly dozing off. You don’t get to see it though, since your eyes are glued to the screen. 

Surely the jury won’t condemn you too badly for biting the inside of your cheek whenever Seungcheol sticks his tongue out with a smirk, right? This is an idol who’s spent nearly a decade in the industry—if not more. Of course he’s got the art of fanservice ingrained into his bones. 

But just when you told yourself that this is the last one you’re going to watch before hopping in the shower, you end up viewing a couple more of his fancams first until you make do on that self-imposed promise.

This one’s a clip from their most recent fan meeting, you think. A DON QUIXOTE performance that’s been circulating around social media for the better part of the month. While you’re not that well-versed in their group’s discography, you happen to like this song a lot specifically because of how raspy Seungcheol’s voice is whenever he raps his parts.  

When he decides to unclasp a piece of fabric that’s been getting in the way of choreography, you have to bite back a groan when he practically throws it on the stage with that domineering air he never fails to showcase during their performances.

You press your thighs together, hyper aware of the heat that’s sizzling in between before casting Kkuma a guilty stare. Though she’s just a dog, you still feel a little bad about lusting after her dad while she’s sleeping right next to you. 

You’re not even sure what’s got you so worked up today. This isn’t the first time Seungcheol dropped her off in person so you’re not sure why you’re feeling this horny from a few fancams alone. Shark week must be drawing near.

Either way, you end up quietly easing yourself off the couch so as to not wake the sleeping princess on your sofa—turning the TV off altogether before making a beeline for your bedroom to grab your towel and a change of clothes. 

If there’s a more opportune time to take a shower and wash away the impurities infesting your body, it’s now.

But just as you’re about to head to the bathroom, your phone goes off on the coffee table. You pout a little when Kkuma stirs from the sound of your ringtone—looking around sleepily for the source of the noise.

“Sorry about that,” you coo before settling back beside her, running a hand across her smooth fur. 

When you glance at the caller ID, your heart nearly plummets to your stomach.

“Hey,” Seungcheol’s deep voice flits into your ears when you take the call, sounding all sorts of tired. “We’re just wrapping up our shoot. I should be there in an hour or-so. How’s Kkuma?”

“She was fast asleep before my ringtone woke her up,” you chuckle. 

“Oh. Shit. Sorry, baby.”

You tense up at the term of endearment despite being fully aware that it’s not meant for you in particular. That reminds you to put your phone on loudspeaker so that the intended recipient could hear Seungcheol’s apologetic voice.

“I think Vivi tired her out when we went to the park today,” you tell him fondly. 

“Sounds like she finally met her match,” Seungcheol laughs on the other end and Kkuma perks up at the sound of her owner’s voice. “Can you hear me, princess? I’m coming to get you in a while. Keep being daddy’s good girl for me, yeah? I won’t be too long.”

Fuck.

When Seungcheol says your name and thanks you in that same, tired yet raspy voice, you have to keep yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there.

“Hope the double booking wasn’t too much of a bother,” he murmurs and—god. You get that he probably doesn’t have a lot of energy to spare, but does he have any idea what his voice is doing to your underwear?! 

“Not at all,” you manage to say without your voice cracking. “I told you Sehun picked up Vivi early today. It’s just me and this spoiled princess right now.”

“Spoiled, huh? I guess that’s one way of putting it.” Seungcheol breathes out a laugh. “Anyway, we’re getting settled in the shuttle right now. I’ll text you when I’m at the door.” 

“Gotcha. Come on, Kkuma. Say goodbye to daddy.”

You don’t know why that cursed word slipped out of you so naturally, but Kkuma seems to respond to it in kind—her tail swishing with contained excitement before letting out a soft bark for Seungcheol to hear. Your client (that’s right he’s your client, you stupid, horny—) coos at the other end of the call.

You honestly can’t wait until he arrives to get her so you can have some real, much needed alone time.

To your credit, the shower kind of helped.

Though you just took one of the coldest baths in your life, it managed to alleviate the heat that lingered on your skin once Seungcheol ended the phone call. That’s considered a win in your book.

As you towel your damp hair, you take a peek at Kkuma who’s returned to her little nap on your couch. The sight makes your heart flutter and you would’ve snapped a photo if that doesn’t go against the rules you’ve set for yourself and your humble business. 

Then again, fantasizing about one of your clients definitely goes against whatever principles you’ve been practicing all your life but that’s not the issue here. 

Not wanting to wake her until Seungcheol arrives, you silently pad off to your bedroom, intent on getting some work done before planning what you’ll have for dinner. However, the moment you hang your towel to dry, you end up lying in bed instead of hunching in front of your desk with a laptop full of backlogs waiting for you. 

You don’t even think twice when your hand inches past the garter of your thin sleep shorts.

Typically, you’d use one of your trusty vibrators to get off when you direly needed the release. It made things quick and simple. Plus, you don’t have to suffer through the ordeal of having your fingers pruning up. 

But your brain thought it would be extremely funny if you touched yourself to the thought of your fingers being Seungcheol’s instead of yours—gathering the slick from your aching pussy as he lathers your wetness across your slit.

While you’re…preoccupied in your bedroom, you don’t hear your phone buzzing on the coffee table outside. You’ve deigned to put it on silent mode so Kkuma won’t be rudely awakened by any unexpected ringtones again, but the decision is a bit short-sighted since Seungcheol did tell you he’d text you once he arrives at your door.

Said idol is standing in front of your apartment with a worried look on his face. He texted you about ten minutes ago but received no response, which is a little strange since you almost always reply to his messages right away. 

When you don’t pick up his third call, he starts to pace around nervously. Did you go outside? Were you busy? He’s normally a patient person, but when it comes to Kkuma, he gets jittery within seconds if there really is something to worry about.

Seungcheol tests the knob to your door but when he finds it unlocked, he’s further thrown into a haze of concern. Shit. Were you robbed? Where is Kkuma? 

Where are you?

He kicks off his shoes haphazardly in the entrance, closing the door behind him before twisting the lock as he looks around cautiously. There doesn’t seem to be anything out of place inside your house. The furniture is just as he remembered—not that he spends a lot of his time studying your interior—and finds no signs of ransacking.

Relief practically crashes over him in waves when Kkuma’s head pops up from behind the couch. She hops to the floor and zips straight into his arms, pawing and licking with all the affection she can offer. Seungcheol laughs, petting her to calm down before giving your living room another once-over. 

You’re nowhere to be found. 

Even if Seungcheol can just grab Kkuma and make his leave, he knows he’ll feel bad if he ditches you without a word like that. So after telling his only child to stay put at the doorway, he carefully treads around your apartment and makes his way to (what he assumes is) your room.

The door is slightly ajar and he could make out the figure of someone lying on the bed inside. With the knowledge that you’re safe and sound, Seungcheol’s shoulders relax. 

But just when he’s about to raise a fist to knock—

“Oh, daddy, please—” 

Seungcheol freezes on the spot.

He likes to think he’s a pretty decent person. Never one to think about or blurt anything remotely sexual especially if the situation doesn’t call for it. He also likes to think he has a pretty decent amount of self-control.

But for some reason, when he sees you with one hand buried between your supple thighs as the other paws at your breast through a flimsy night shirt, he can feel himself rapidly crossing that line he’s been so careful to maintain with you all this time.

Seungcheol should leave. While he doesn’t know the specifics of your love life—given that the nature of your friendship is mostly transactional—you probably have at least one person you’re involved enough with to call daddy while you get yourself off. He’s walked in on something he shouldn’t have and he still has time to recollect his thoughts somewhere else while dealing with the steadily growing hardness in his jeans.

But then, he hears you sigh:

“Cheol… Fuck!”

You’re on the very brink of the orgasm you’ve been craving since this morning when your hand is rudely yanked from between your legs. You jolt at the intrusion—fear shooting through your system at the thought of some psycho breaking into your house while you’re so vulnerable. But when your eyes meet Seungcheol’s hard gaze, you’re convinced that you’re dreaming.

“S-Seungcheol?”

To your horror (more like delight) he takes the hand that you’ve just been using to finger yourself to the thought of him—taking your slick digits into his mouth with a pained groan. The sight instantly makes your pussy quiver with need but before that…

“What are you doing here?” you ask weakly, not having the heart to pull your arm away when he looks so fucking hot licking the juices off your fingers. 

When his lips disconnect from your skin with a lascivious pop, he plants a kiss across your knuckles, smirking. “Those are such pretty sounds you’re making. Are they all for me?”

This is not happening. You probably slipped in the shower and hit your head or something. Because Choi Seungcheol—the client you’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about for the entire day—can’t be crouching in front of you right now, giving you the sexiest bedroom eyes you’ve ever seen.

You swallow thickly, trying to salvage what’s left of your pride. “Cheol, I’m sorry, I—”

He shushes you by placing a finger to your lips, the grip he has on your arm tightening with each passing second. You nearly moan when he presses his forehead against yours.

“Daddy, huh?” he asks, completely ignoring your attempt at clearing the air. “You want to call me daddy that bad, baby? So much that you have to get yourself off with Kkuma lying outside?”

Shit. That’s right. Kkuma.

However, in the midst of the moral dilemma that came with wanting Seungcheol to fuck you into the mattress while his adorable daughter was waiting outside your bedroom, you recognize that this is definitely a once in a lifetime chance. 

You’re not about to let it go to waste. 

You aren’t certain who it is that lunged in for the kiss. All you know is that Seungcheol has you pinned beneath his firm body as he licks into your mouth—larged, calloused fingers gripping onto your hips possessively as you moan his name against his lips. 

Your sleep shorts come off in no time. So does your shirt. It only occurs to you’ve been grinding down on the denim of his jeans with nothing but soaked panties on when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth—coaxing out a sound so heavenly, it shoots straight through his cock.

“You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart,” he sighs hoarsely, rolling his hips against your core so that you can feel how hard he is through his pants. “So fucking needy. When you get yourself off, am I the one you always think about?”

You want to say yes but Seungcheol captures your lips into another bruising kiss before you can utter a sound. 

He nudges your thighs apart with his knees, one hand reaching between your legs so he can inspect the mess he’s unknowingly made of your cunt. When he finds you wet and wanting, you feel a growl reverberate deep in his chest.

“Now this won’t do,” he tuts before sliding himself between your thighs, easing himself lower on the mattress so he can hook them across his shoulders. You mewl in anticipation and Seungcheol meets your gaze with a challenging smirk. “Is there something you want?”

“C-Cheol—”

“That’s not my name right now, baby. I thought you knew that.”

How the fuck does this man just slip so naturally into the subspace without making things weird or uncomfortable? If anything, the authority in his voice makes another bout of slick gush outside your entrance—making you pray to every single god out there for Seungcheol not to notice.

“Daddy,” you whine and the title sounds delicious in his ears. “I want you. Wanted you for so long.”

You want to curl in on yourself when you feel Seungcheol’s teeth trailing love bites along your inner thighs. The grip he has on them is weighted with nothing but gentleness but the contrast it has with his rough kisses is making your mind stutter with pleasure. 

“What’d you think about, hm?” he whispers. “Tell me all the filthy things you’ve wanted to do with Daddy.”

You nearly gasp when he flattens his tongue across your clothed core, breathing in the musky scent of your arousal. The overload in his senses makes him want to snap and have his way with you, but Seungcheol tells himself to take it easy. 

He has all the time in the world to make you feel good.

“B-But that’s embarrassing,” you whine, struggling to free yourself from his grip but Seungcheol tears your defenses asunder when he moves your panties to the side and licks a long, languid stripe along your glistening slit. 

The effect it has on you is immediate—you’re writhing against his touch, fingers automatically tangling themselves in his hair as Seungcheol helps himself to your cunt like it’s his first meal of the day. It doesn’t help that he’s so enthusiastic about eating you out. Almost like he’s thought about doing it at least once in his life.

“Daddy, please—” you whimper. “Need you…inside.”

“Not until you spill the dirty details, princess,” he chuckles before letting your panties snap back against your poor, sensitive cunt. You jolt at the contact, tears lining your lashes because of how desperate you are to get filled with something. Anything.

“I-I thought about you fucking me raw,” you start shakily, toes curling every time his nose grazes your clothed pussy. “Calling me pretty names and leaving your marks on my body. T-Then when I’m about to c-come, you tell me to hold it in ‘cause you want to come together. You’d also tell me how much of a good girl I am…”

Hm. An obvious pillow princess that likes being praised. While Seungcheol has a preference for calling his partners dubious names in the bedroom, he can make a few exceptions. 

Especially when you look so fucking wrecked for him when he’s barely touched you.

“I see. What else is cooking in that pretty mind of yours, baby? Daddy wants to know.”

You visibly preen at his words, further confirming his suspicions. Seungcheol has to bite back a groan at the sinister feeling that fills his chest at the knowledge.

He’s going to have so much fun with you.

“You’d— You’d use my pussy to dump your load inside me… Then you’ll just k-keep going even if I’m twitching and sensitive all over, fucking your cum deeper ‘cause you want me to keep it all in for days.” 

The mental image you’re painting inside his head is not doing his sense of control any favors, but Seungcheol remains steadfast. He won’t fuck you stupid when he hasn’t even asked you out on a date yet. He has more tact than that.

“That’s what I like to hear, pretty thing,” he chuckles before moving his head a little so he can remove your ruined underwear. He typically would’ve just torn the fabric in two, but he doesn’t want to scare you off just yet. “Such a good girl for Daddy. And you know what good girls deserve?” 

The innocent look on your face nearly makes him cream himself right then and there. “W-What?” 

With a no-good smile, he says:

“To come until you’re crying.”

Seungcheol easily slips in two thick fingers into your sopping heat, making you cry out in a way that’ll definitely pique Kkuma’s curiosity. He just hopes his baby won’t come nosing in where she isn’t supposed to while he takes care of his other baby the way she deserves. 

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he sighs—loving how your gummy walls practically cling to his fingers with each shallow thrust. “Can you even take more than this? I don’t want to break you when you’re being so good for me.”

You voice out your protest against his words with a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips against his fingers with erratic vigor. “N-No… I can take more, Daddy, please please. Want you to fuck me full. I’ll be good, I promise!”

Seungcheol has been producing his own tracks for years, but the sound of you babbling incoherently is music to his ears. As he continues pumping his digits in and out of your needy hole, he puts himself back to work—tongue tracing tight circles around your puffy clit as he forces your thighs apart. 

Your back arches off the bed at the sensation as your fingers desperately claw against the sheets. It’s so unfair how delirious he’s made you when he still has all of his clothes on, but you’re nothing if not his good little girl when you don’t even comment on it—focused entirely on the mounting pleasure he’s freely giving you.

When the pads of his fingers manage to graze that patch of spongy flesh deep inside you, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull. Seungcheol is all too privy to your reaction and you feel him smirk into your cunt as he curls his fingers to find that spot again—attaching his lips around your sensitive nub as he overwhelms you with stimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, hands finding their way back to his hair as you desperately tug him closer. “Daddy, f-feels so good! I’m gonna—”

“I never gave you permission, baby,” he growls and you quickly whine when he detaches himself from your pussy. “If you want to come you have to ask Daddy nicely. Unless you feel like being a bad girl all of a sudden?”

You shake your head, hips grinding against the air in a desperate attempt to get his mouth on you again. “N-No, Daddy. I want to be good. Can I please come? Please? Need it, need you.”

His chest tightens at the desperate plea in your voice and for a moment, Seungcheol is honestly kind of scared of getting too used to your desperate whines. Your needy whimpers. 

How on earth is he going to go back to being friends after all this is over?

“Alright, since my princess said she’ll be good for me,” he laughs as your walls clench around his fingers. “You can come when you feel like it, baby. Come all over Daddy’s face.”

You don’t completely expect it when Seungcheol dives back into you, smothering his face in your pussy so greedily that you feel his nose bumping against your clit. He laps at your soaked folds like your arousal is the best thing he’s ever tasted—easing a third finger inside you as you muffle a scream.

“Yes, yes! Right there, Daddy!” you moan, tugging on his hair even harder as you grind your cunt against his face. “So close, so close—fuck!”

When you fall over the edge, Seungcheol doesn’t stop his relentless onslaught on your twitching pussy. Your walls clamp down around his fingers so tightly, he can only imagine how good it would feel to fuck you on his cock while you ride out your orgasm. 

The syllables of his name are all but broken when you frame them around a high-pitched keen. Seungcheol slurps up every drop that trickles onto his face and he only peels himself away from you once you’ve stopped thrashing against his grip.

In the aftermath, the two of you bathe in silence—nothing but your mutual pants filling the room. You’re looking at Seungcheol with stars in your eyes despite what he just put you through and the sight alone makes him more aware of the problem in his pants.

“Daddy, do you want—”

“No,” he says immediately and he feels bad just as fast because of the disappointment that crosses your face. “I mean—fuck. I want to fuck you dumb, princess. I really do. But I also really like you and it’ll be a chip on my conscience forever if I do that without taking you out on a proper date first.”

It takes a moment for his confession to completely occur to you and when it does, the dazed look in your eyes makes way for utter shock. Seungcheol wonders if he should be offended.

“You…like me?”

“Sweetheart, I’m a pretty busy guy. I don’t just let anyone come on my face.” 

You gulp. “For how long?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “A while. Now are you going to let me take you out on that date one of these days or are we going to have to pretend this never happened?”

You scowl at him. It doesn’t help that he still has that tightly fitted turtleneck on—distracting you from the topic at hand for a moment before you clear your throat and give him an answer.

“H-How about we go on that date now?” you suggest somewhat anxiously. “I mean, I was already thinking about where to get dinner after this, and…” 

Taking him by surprise, you lean forward to cup your hands over his ear—a devious smirk curling on your lips.

“Maybe you can fuck me dumb right after.”

Long story short, your first date with the idol you’ve been crushing on is a big hit. Right after getting himself to calm down (A.K.A., taking care of his hard on in the privacy of your bathroom), Seungcheol took you and Kkuma to a food park that’s open until midnight. 

It’s over dinner that you fess up and tell him the origin of your newfound daddy kink. Seungcheol has the gall to laugh in your face at your admission and you swear you’ll never pet sit Kkuma ever again if he keeps teasing you like that.

“Aww, baby,” he coos, pinching your cheek for added effect. “You don’t have to call it pet-sitting anymore. Now that we’ve established how much we actually like each other, don’t you think it’s more fitting to call it…co-parenting?”

Unwittingly, you receive his words with a scowl.

You want to smack him upside the head. Just because he’s a confident little thing on stage doesn’t mean he can just bring that side of him in a real life conversation. But for all your adamant bravado of insisting he’s being full of himself…

You honestly don’t mind.  

⟢ end notes: yay! you got to the end of my delusions!!! that said, thank you to nova @duhnova and indi @playmetheclassics for title help and going through this spur-of-the-moment filth for me!! rip to the original genius title, daddy's good girl(s) bc tumblr wants to censor it so badly LMFAO

i don’t have anything else to say aside from i’m so sorry choi kkuma

this is part of the doting on you! series.

#svt smut #seungcheol smut #svthub #seventeen smut #scoups smut #lovelyhan #full length fic 📚

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choi seungcheol fic recs

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♡ﾟ･🍓 down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan seungcheol x pet-sitter!reader (ft. exo's sehun just 'cause LOL) | friends to lovers, lots of denial, a twinge of fluff, smut, graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI), 5.7k

-it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not. 

♡ﾟ･🍓 thirst trap by ^ choi seungcheol x reader | established relationship, fluff, smut, implied hand kink?, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!), 2.8k

-whne your boyfriend posts a deliberate thrist trap for millions to see, you end feeling just a little bit sulky.

♡ﾟ･🍓 seungcheol blurb by @sluttywonwoo  choi seungcheol x reader | smut

-s/o is having a rough day so seungcheol takes his time eating her out

♡ﾟ･🍓 the morning by @venerex gn!reader x scoups | mentions of previous sexual activity

-the sunlight from your bedroom windows makes you squint as you try to open your eyes, blinking away the sleep while the light vibrations from someone’s texting hum through the room – 

♡ﾟ･🍓 always better by ^ scoups x f!reader | oral (f receiving), overstimulation, talks about preferences in bed, reader has stretch marks

-"you mean like, something like spanking?"

♡ﾟ･🍓 distracted by @bluejeanstrash choi seungcheol x reader | suggestive conversation, mild smut

-you get distracted by seungcheol’s arms during your dinner date. that’s it. 

♡ﾟ･🍓 love no longer by @vnti-vntiety-recs dom!s.coups x fem!reader | smut/slight humor?, MDNI, 18+, mentions of drinking, sexual acts, face fucking/deep throat, a lil man handling, rough cheol, asphyxiation, overstimulation, lying for a bet, 5.1k

-what happens when your friends dare you to break up with your boyfriend over text?

♡ﾟ･🍓 dating seungcheol feels like... by @ssentimentals choi seungcheol x reader

-being in a cocoon of safety and care.

♡ﾟ･🍓 open your eyes by ^ seungcheol x gn!reader | friends to lovers au featuring mutual pining and a bit dumb seungcheol

-'all this time, it was always, it has always been you.'

♡ﾟ･🍓 boyfriend headcannons by @sweetkpopmusings  boyfriend!seuncheol x gn!reader | fluff, 1.3k

-seungcheol is 100% boyfriend material and the bestest boy.

♡ﾟ･🍓 baguette by @bwinnies choi seungcheol x reader | fluff , some cursing , food is mentioned (they’re in a grocery store) , seungcheol may make u kinda weak ngl, 1.2k

-to choi seungcheol, you are the epitome of perfection.

♡ﾟ･🍓 seungcheol boyfriend habits by @odxrilove choi seungcheol x reader | headcannons, fluff, established relationship

-zips your jackets up whenever it's cold

♡ﾟ･🍓 towards the sun by @cheolism choi seungcheol x reader | angst and comfort, insecurities. mentions of depression, anxiety. seungcheol talking abt his own struggles with depression. quiet anger, crying. seungcheol loves you sm and spoils you accordingly. childhood sweethearts, promise rings. you two worship each other <3 tons of metaphors.

-sometimes you wonder if seungcheol will one day regret being tied to you.

♡ﾟ･🍓 frozen cold proposal by ^ seungcheol x reader | cursing, bickering but nothing serious. a little brother is mentioned. a lot of choi seungcheol stubborness, 1.5k

-seungcheol is stubborn and decides to try and make soup over the fire. you stumble upon a surprise in his pockets when trying to huddle against him for warmth.

♡ﾟ･🍓 all through the night by @sluttywoozi choi seungcheol x fem!reader | M (18+), 4.5k

-you've been working too hard and sleeping too little, an unfortunate habit of yours. not to worry, cheol has a way of getting you to sleep.

♡ﾟ･🍓 argument by @sweetiesicheng seungcheol x reader

-"no, you're not listening to me! it was just for two seconds, and my manager wanted us to have the photo taken,"

♡ﾟ･🍓 kick in the right direction by @httphannie football player!seungcheol x fem mascot!reader | fluff, comedy

-t's obvious choi seungcheol has a crush on you but no one expected him to launch a football at you.

♡ﾟ･🍓 bad habits by @honeykyeom frat president!seungcheol x gn!reader | 18+ content, (oral (male receiving), teasing reader and teasing seungcheol, college party setting)

-you and seungcheol had been talking for awhile, almost 2 months; you could say you knew his style and type.

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[captain-joongz]

Cream soda

Pairing: non-idol!Baekhyun x f!reader

Genre: annoyances to lovers, friends to lovers, smut, fluff

Word count: 6.6k

Summary: Baekhyun eats your pussy in the backseat of his car. That's pretty much it.

Warnings: reader is a little bratty at first, subby reader, dom-ish Baekhyun, dirty talk (i am so weak for this man, i didn't even have control over what came outta his mouth), some allusions to slight humiliation, overuse of petnames, fingering, oral (both f and m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, cum eating

A/N: okay, this was a little unplanned. i was just watching exo cream soda moments and then suddenly thoughts of this man wouldn't leave me until i put this into words, so enjoy this impromptu piece as a little gift inbetween the scheduled content

„Ugh, I should have hitched a ride with Kai and Sehun,” I muttered under my breath as I side-eyed Baekhyun behind the wheel loudly belting out effortless high notes along to some pop song playing on the radio. The man in question giggled with his high voice and continued singing even louder, throwing amused looks my way with a mischievous smirk.

“Come on, princess, I know you love spending time with me,” he teased, lips shaping into a sly grin and eyes flitting between me and the road. I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest and looked out of the window sulkily.

“Yeah, when you’re quiet,” I murmured, which made Baekhyun laugh at me again and continue amusing himself with singing. I wouldn’t admit it to him out loud, lest I inflate his already humongous ego even more, but I did find myself awed with his voice every time he just casually started singing as if he was paid to do it. Outwardly I scowled, but I did like to listen to him when he did, which was always, as it seemed the man was incapable of shutting up.

Me and Baekhyun were kind of distaste at first sight. I’d gotten to know Kai in a dance class I took up in my free time and he occasionally came in to teach, and we made friends right away, the young dancer’s shy and genuine personality making it impossible to not love him. Before I knew it, I spent most of my Wednesday’s classes giggling away in a corner with him, trading stupid jokes and laughing at tom-foolery we came up with. I was kind of hopeless at dancing, but Kai made it so much fun I just loved coming back every week even though I knew I would definitely never learn to dance as he did. He was the one who taught me having fun and loving that I’m moving is more important than trying to be perfect, and I approached those classes with a free spirit and desire for a good time.

In time I started hanging out with Jongin even outside of those Wednesday’s evenings and gradually was introduced to most of his friend group, most of the time hanging out with him and Sehun, occasionally Chanyeol tagging along.

When I finally met all eight of them, it was at Jongin’s birthday party. I was sat next to Junmyeon, holding polite conversation with him about our respective careers, when Baekhyun arrived. Really, I could hear him long before the door even opened, but when it did, it was pure chaos. He waltzed in, dressed to the nines, screaming something and immediately running over to the youngsters and hugging them. For the whole evening, no matter where I was sitting or who I was talking to, there seemed to be a constant Baekhyun hum in the background. I could just always hear him and even though I barely talked to him, I knew everything he said to every single person in the room, because he was just incapable of speaking at a lower volume. And even worse, his energy and aura just drew my eyes and I found myself slipping and watching him interact with others, all wide smiles, silly antics and loud laughs. By the time I was walking home through the night city, the sound of his teasing voice and carefree giggles were ingrained into my brain, ringing like an echo even though I was long gone from his company.

So, the next time I was invited to another event with all of Jongin’s hyungs, I went in already a little annoyed with the man, which was made even worse by the fact that I got stuck sitting next to him. He would tease me, joke about everything I said and randomly butt into conversations I had with others. After hours of sitting next to him, I was at my Baekhyun limit.

Now, with time as we hung out more as a group, I’d gotten more used to him and even found myself laughing at his shenanigans, but my pride didn’t allow me to show it, especially since he started teasing me about being so uptight and never joking around with them. I would just find myself immediately ticked off anytime I could see his eyes fall onto me and that infuriating self-pleased smirk spread on his lips, brain already coming up with ways to embarrass me (I wasn’t actually embarrassed, and I had a feeling Baekhyun knew that otherwise he’d stop, but I wouldn’t say that out loud. I guess there’s just a lot of things I wouldn’t admit to him.). I enjoyed our little “rivalry” and learnt to balance Baekhyun’s wild energy with cold stares and deadpan delivery of sarcastic remarks. All in all, we actually worked quite well together.

That being said, I still did find him annoying. Especially when he rolled into events dressed in a way that accentuated every little attractive detail about him (and there were many) and threw his trademark smirks with hints and teases of tongue at anyone he pleased. I’d seen him in so many white or black tees that either perfectly showed off his biceps or teased his chiselled chest, with pretty necklaces and chains that drew attention to his neck and sharp jawline. More often than not I found myself going absolutely crazy with just one look at him, only to immediately want to smack him the moment he opened his mouth. Being around him was always just a whirlwind of confused lust and irritation.

Tonight was no exception.

Around new years there started to be talks of taking one extended weekend in the spring, renting out a nice loft somewhere in the woods and going there to drink and have fun. When the time came, we only had to decide who would ride with who. I originally was meant to go with Kai and Sehun, but they both wanted to take their girlfriends and in the end I couldn’t squish into the car with them, even though we tried. I attempted to ask the other boys, but mostly their cars were completely full with either people or supplies and couldn’t take on more baggage and an extra person. At this point Baekhyun stepped in and offered, because he had a car (I did not, I rode a bike most days and didn’t get a license for cars) and even though he originally planned to go with Chanyeol, it would be easier for him to go in his own and take me too. I reluctantly agreed. It was one thing to be spending time with him when there were other people present, but being shut in the car with him for hours, I had no idea how much I would be able to take.

I knew I was in for a wild ride (pun not intended) when he showed up dressed in washed out jeans with white streaks and splashes, white tee and a black lather jacket with snakeskin motive, his usual chains and necklaces contrasting with his smooth skin, teasing his neck and collarbone, and his white and black hair styled perfectly around his sharp beautiful face. He was leaning against his sleek black car with a smug grin and my knees were weak the moment I spotted him. So here I was, hours later, listening to him sing his heart out while looking like a fucking model and annoying the shit out of me.

It was already dark outside and I was getting antsy. We should have been getting closer but somehow our destination was still god knows how many kilometres away. I was hoping we could get there in time for dinner and a good night’s sleep, as tomorrow we a had lot planned, but several hours and two turn-backs later I started giving up hope.

“Are we even getting closer or are you just going to keep me in this car listening to your singing for the entire night?” I grumbled sharply and Baekhyun turned to me with a self-assured grin.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” he answered with a wink, “you’re pretty grumpy when you get hungry, I’d prefer to feed you before I get my head bitten off.” Just then his phone beeped and the maps app started flashing a warning that he was no longer getting any signal and couldn’t be tracked. I groaned loudly while Baekhyun just cursed at it and pulled over at the first available spot. We were currently somewhere in the mountains, on the tiny little winding roads with little space. According to the surroundings, we should be close to the cabin, but for the love of god we just couldn’t find our way there, and the reason was the stupid fucking phone Baekhyun was currently furiously tapping while cursing under his breath. I sighed again and watched him lose a battle to the piece of technology.

“I swear I’m usually a really responsible chauffeur, it’s just because my phone is broken,” the white haired man said with a little nervous laugh, “It seems to be having trouble getting signal and therefore the GPS doesn’t work.” I just looked at him wordlessly, tired and annoyed, and raised my eyebrow.

“Okay, Miss Mad-at-the-world, pull out your phone then, let’s use your GPS,” Baekhyun joked, but I could hear an undertone of annoyance in his voice, which made me instantly angry. I did pull my phone out and unlocked it and then tapped with my finger to the right top corner. It read 10 % battery. This time it was Baekhyun who groaned loudly and then hit his head lightly on the top of the steering wheel.

“Well, then this might be the end of our journey,” he admitted sheepishly, “at least until my phone starts cooperating again.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” I growled, the anger finally getting the better of me. Baekhyun looked at me sharply, his squinted eyes showing displeasure at my tone.

“I’m not happy about it either, you think I wanna be stuck in a car?” he spit back, just as fired up, “I’m hungry and I wanna sit down on a couch and watch a movie.” I threw a glare at him and then turned around to stubbornly look out the window, continuing my grumbling.

“God, I knew that driving with you was going to be trouble, I should have just pushed my way into Sehun’s car,” I mumbled petulantly, admittedly acting just a tiny bit like a little kid, “This is all because of you and your stupid broken phone.”

At this, Baekhyun groaned, his head thrown back hitting the seat as his hands flexed into the steering wheel. I watched it unfold in the reflection of the window and suddenly found a spark of a different heat running through my veins. I shuddered and squeezed my thighs together, surprised by the force of the unexpected arousal. Baekhyun was none the wiser, as he launched into an angry spiel.

“God, why do you always get so angry with me?!” he asked incredulously, “Every time I think we’re finally getting better, you go and get annoyed with me for no fucking reason! Even Jongin came to me and asked if I did something to you and you just didn’t want to tell him! I had to very embarrassingly explain to him that I didn’t know either why you just seem to hate me and only me!” Shame flooded me at my behaviour and I realised that of course everyone else seemed to pick up at my weird attitude when it came to this man. I truly found myself regretful at how genuinely upset Baekhyun seemed to be about not knowing what he did to irk me, especially since it was mostly my problem with how he made me feel than him actually doing anything irksome, but at that moment my brain was so overridden by lust that I couldn’t even tell him anything, because it felt as if I was melting and I couldn’t muster up a single thought except for how much I wanted to fucking jump him, months of repressed longing coming to the surface after I’d had to spend hours watching him be effortlessly attractive while driving.

“So tell me, what did I ever do to you?” Baekhyun exclaimed and turned to look at me, only to promptly freeze. I was already looking at him, having abandoned the window the moment he started talking, and suddenly anxiousness filled me at his expression. I was breathing quite hard and hoped it wasn’t as loud as I feared, the blush spilling over my face down my neck.

Baekhyun must have seen something in my unguarded expression, because suddenly he was relaxing into his seat, his previous anger and frustration melting into a smug smirk. I nervously fiddled with the edge of my skirt, embarrassment flooding me.

“I see,” he purred, his eyes flitted over my figure and filled with desire, “I understand now.” Then he abruptly leaned over to my side, one of his hands falling onto my thigh and gently squeezing, the other leaning onto the top of my seat, fingers tangling softly into my hair. Before I could stop myself, I let out a quiet little whimper, thighs squeezing on instinct, trapping his hand halfway between my legs. It felt as if our faces were just millimetres apart, breath mingling and lips almost brushing each other. I was entranced by his eyes, darkened by lust, expression suddenly sharpened by the arousal that was palpable in the air.

Then he chuckled, a shit-eating grin slipping onto his face, and pulled away. I took a deep breath, suddenly realising I stopped when he descended into my personal space. Baekhyun gave me a cheeky wink and started unbuckling his seat belt. Before I even processed what was happening, he was stepping out of the car into the dark.

When I wasn’t moving, he bent down a little and looked at me through the open door, the grin still held fast on his face.

“What are you waiting for, princess? Get into the back seat.” His voice kept the teasing lilt, but there was a rough undertone to it and it did something to me, heat spreading rapidly through every pore of my being. He stepped back and the door slammed shut. Before I could think about it, I unbuckled as well and launched myself back through the little gap between the seats. When Baekhyun opened the door, I was already sitting there, waiting for him with wide eyes and mouth agape, hair and clothes messed up from the struggle and breathing heavily. He froze for a second and then started laughing as he crawled in onto the furnishing.

“How eager,” Baekhyun purred, his beautiful face twisting with a little twinge of aroused savageness, clearly getting off on my obedience and lust. I felt my pussy throb at his words and the tone of his voice, fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs in anticipation.

“Lay down on your back, princess,” Baekhyun instructed me and started taking off his leather jacket, his gaze following my every movement as I started shuffling to make enough space. I ended up having to spread my thighs to make enough space for the kneeling man, but still had to awkwardly lean my head in a sharp angle on the door behind me. This had my skirt falling back and basically revealing my black underwear to his hungry eyes.

I whimpered again, hands flexing in my lap, inadvertently bunching up the fabric of the skirt even more. At the sound Baekhyun’s gaze snapped to my face, a predatory smirk on his lips painting him in a completely different light than I’d been used to. For some reason I was expecting him to keep his light-hearted teasing persona even in bed, so I was wholly unprepared for this sudden dark lustful aura that seemed to consume him from the inside out.

Knowing he had my full attention, his hands suddenly grasped my ankles, startling a gasp out of me at the unexpected contact, and then his fingers lightly, teasingly made their way up to my knees. He tapped there a few times, watching their journey fascinated, before they continued on down the inside of my thighs. My legs twitched a little, a gush of wetness hitting my now completely soaked panties, while I waited with bated breath for his next move.

“You should have told me sooner, baby, I would have fucked the attitude out of you months ago,” Baekhyun’s voice rough with arousal suddenly rung out through the silent car and hit me to my core, cunt tightening around nothing at the lewdness of his words.

Before I could even reply, his hand pressed onto my wet clothed heat, fingers teasing the slit with slight pressure, and I moaned loudly, back arching off of the seats. My body was reacting to his presence and touch so viscerally it would almost scare me if I had the mental capacity to think about anything else than his fingers near my pussy.

I watched as his tongue darted out to lick his lips, his eyes trained on his hand playing with my panties, a whimper falling out of me when I imagined it between my legs. Baekhyun didn’t seem to be paying me much attention, rather focused on feeling out my pussy through my underwear. His other hand discreetly moved down his own body and squeezed his crotch, a shudder wracking through his body, eyes falling close with a pleased little sigh. I replied to the sight with a moan of my own, my mouth falling open as the last of my thoughts trickled out of my mind and were completely replaced by the vision that was Baekhyun pleasuring himself in front of me.

He peeked at me, watching me from under half-lidded eyes, the smirk on his face turning a little sharper. I was a little embarrassed by how easy it was for him to completely deconstruct me to a whimpering mess, and he barely even did anything, but clearly it was doing wonders for Baekhyun’s ego as he was exuding smugness while looking down on me. It made him look so powerful, like me and my pleasure were beneath him and I should be glad that he was even touching me in the first place, and that thought made me moan again, eyes rolling back into my head as I arched and pressed my pussy more onto his fingers.

He chuckled and obliged, pushing my panties to the side and running his fingers through my wet slit, thumb circling my clit while two of his fingers played with my entrance. I moaned and gasped, my whole body trembling with delicious tension as the waves of pleasure finally hit me full force.

“Please,” I gasped out, pussy pulsing with Baekhyun’s incessant teasing, “God, Baekhyun, please do something.” His fingers suddenly plunged in, but I was so wet and ready, they went in with no problem at all. A high pitched moan left my mouth and I gripped the edge of the seat. Everything seemed to spin along with the circles Baekhyun’s thumb was doing on my clit and I felt my sanity slowly slipping away, as the tingling feeling filled my whole body.

His fingers were just perfect, thick and a little bony, pretty and elegant, filling me in a way I was craving for months, and as he started unhurriedly pumping them in and out, I gasped and sighed and moaned with the mounting pleasure. For a moment I let myself be carried by the wave, eyes closed mouth opened just riding the burning feeling coiling in my belly, but then he stopped and pulled his hand away. Before I could stop myself I whined, long and drawn pitiful sound that made Baekhyun teasingly sneer at me with delight.

“Don’t cry, princess,” he whispered, voice rough and deeper than usual, “I’m just trying to figure out what you need.” With that he shifted and my attention was brought back to the bulge in his own pants, but he snapped his fingers, drawing my eyes back to his face. I felt myself blush at the open hunger and amusement in his gaze, knowing what I’d been looking at.

“Tell me, pretty girl,” Baekhyun continued, leaning a bit forward so he could look down on me with more of an impact. I whimpered and my thighs spasmed. His hand grabbed onto one and stabilised it with a soft caress. “Do you want my fingers? Hmm?” he asked with a faux curiosity on his handsome sharp face, “Or maybe something else?” His tongue poked out of his mouth again and unwittingly I gasped and nodded slightly before I could even think about it.

Baekhyun’s face crumpled into a smug smirk again, all sympathy draining out and getting replaced by pure hunger and lust. A bolt of desire pulsed through my entire body so strong I was surprised I didn’t physically jerk. Then he bent slightly over, kissing the skin of my knee. His eyes, ever so vigilant, watched hungrily for my reaction, and when I gasped slightly and tensed in his hold, it seemed to satisfy him enough. Slowly his lips made their way down the inside of my thigh, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses in their wake, until he reached my quivering centre, still covered by underwear.

He latched onto my clothed pussy, tongue pressing into the slit, putting pressure on my clit and licking around the edges of my panties. I tensed again, whole body shaking and anticipation and excitement flooding through my veins. But Baekhyun was suddenly in his teasing mood again and after a few moments of playing around with my clit with the tip of his tongue, he pulled away again. I didn’t even have time to whine though, as he immediately grabbed my underwear and swiftly pulled it off, leaving my pussy bared to him.

Instead of diving in, he chose to take the same path down the other thigh, but this time he was a lot less gentle, rushing down the expanse of the skin, leaving little bites and groaning lightly into the flesh, until he once again found himself buried in my pussy. The shock of his tongue licking a long stripe from my entrance up to my clit made me heave out a loud breath on a groan, body convulsing.

Now he wasted no time, suddenly seemingly as desperate to have me cumming as I was, his tongue wreaked havoc on me, sliding through my folds until it was lightly circling my clit before his lips latched onto it and sucked harshly. I was mindlessly laying there, twitching and shuddering, mouth open on a constant stream of quiet moans as he ate me out wildly.

He alternated between playing with my clit with his tongue and sucking on it with such force it left me breathless, before he slid lower and circled my entrance, moaning loudly into my cunt as his hands gripped my thighs tighter, leaving red indents of his nails. His head moved with the motion, bobbing excitedly as he licked me to my clit again before plunging his tongue in my hole without any warning.

It was such an onslaught of sensations I found myself barely hanging on, the fire in my lower belly consuming everything in its path and filling my veins with molten gold. I stopped caring about what kind of noises leave my mouth and gave myself over to the feeling of his tongue fucking into me in rough motions, nose bumping into my clit making me see stars. Blindly I reached over and grabbed his hair, tugging on it harshly and that had Baekhyun loudly groaning into my pussy, hands massaging my thighs as if he was holding on for dear life.

It was such a hot experience I could feel myself hurling closer to the edge, but I just needed an extra push. I used the grip on the hair as leverage and pulled Baekhyun away from my cunt. He looked at me, his fucked out expression bleeding into slight annoyance at getting interrupted. He looked a mess, the lower half of his face wet with my juices, lips shiny and red, tongue peeking out like he was a dog in heat. A blush was spread over his face, but spilled lower over his collarbones which were visible in the stretched out collar.

I pulled his head and pushed his mouth to my clit again. Without thinking, he immediately latched on and started sucking on it in between flicking it with his tongue, circling it and playing with it before giving it some rougher treatment. I moaned loudly, barely holding onto any thought, hand still holding him in place. When he wanted to move lower, his hair got pulled again and a debauched groan left his lips before he smirked at me.

“Suddenly turned all demanding, huh?” he said and teasingly licked through my folds as far as he could reach, “What is it baby, am I not doing enough?” I attempted to look at him, but I was already half gone, just desperately needing to come as soon as possible.

“Your fingers too, please,” I gasped out and with a single grin the man obliged immediately. Before I could process his lips on my cunt again, two fingers were plunged as deep as they could go into my heat. I nearly screamed out, but managed to turn it into a drawn out moan, legs falling open as far as I could push them. Baekhyun groaned in answer and then started harshly fucking me with them, curling them slightly to hit the sweet spot. Which he did, again and again and again. With a couple of flicks he had me losing my mind in the damn backseat of his car, on the cusp of cumming just from seeing his eyes drink up my own lust.

The car was suddenly filled with the sound of his muffled moaning, wet squelching of his fingers pumping furiously into my cunt and my own moans and sighs. I arched again, pushing my pussy into his face, into his fingers, so close to falling over that edge. I could barely think, barely hear, barely see, walls of my cunt spasming around him and milking his fingers of all their worth.

Baekhyun moaned again, hips moving on their own against one of my legs. I could feel his hard cock straining through the jeans and I loved knowing this was driving him just as wild, but I couldn’t hold that thought for long because suddenly he paired a couple of harsh pumps of his fingers with a hard flick and a long drawn-out sucking on my clit and I was launched into my climax, crashing into it so hard my hands flexed and had him groaning in pain and pleasure, hips stuttering against me.

The added vibration of his pleasured sounds carried me through it hard and I cried out, hips jerking against his face, the orgasm washing through my body in one huge tidal wave, white spots dancing behind my lids as I pressed them shut. The pleasure wrecked through me with a few quieter moans, leaving my thighs trembling. Then my whole body slumped down, the muscles relaxing and turning me into a rag doll.

I could hear Baekhyun breathing loudly, licking lightly at my spent pussy until I used my hand to pull him away again. He smirked at me, pulling my hand away from his white and black hair and sat back on his heels. His hands worked fast on his belt and zipper and I watched him utterly fascinated as he pulled his cock out, his hand frantically moving up and down the length as he chased his own pleasure.

I loved the sight, his cock was just as pretty as Baekhyun himself was, thick and curved with a tip flushed red, wet from pre-cum. I felt the fire burn low in my belly again, excitement making itself known through the tingling feeling spreading through my cunt. I moved faster than I was able to comprehend, suddenly kneeling in front of him with Baekhyun pushed against the door. I looked at him once with a mischievous expression and that was all the warning he got before I pulled his hand away and put his cock halfway down my throat.

He groaned loudly, hands immediately flying to my hair, tugging on it just as harshly as payback, and I moaned just as loudly in return, the sensation making him choke on a whimper. I was too eager, pushing myself to take him further into my mouth and in the process choking on his length, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel him in my throat. Baekhyun released a few raggedy moans, hands flexing in my hair and hips stuttering slightly, before he seemed to regain back some composure and decided to take control again.

His hand grabbed onto my hair a little harsher, getting a more solid grip before he stopped me from aimlessly choking on him. I looked up, completely ruined by lust and needing him to cum just as hard as I did. He smirked at me, pleased at my obedience.

“Gonna fuck your mouth, yeah princess?” he whispered roughly, hands once again getting a good grip, but his eyes waited for my confirmation. I blinked at him and tried to nod, which was pretty hard given my position but he seemed to understand.

His hips jumped a little forward as he was preparing himself to move and I cherished the feeling of his cock sliding deeper into my mouth, touching the edge of my throat. I breathed loudly through my nose, getting used to the feeling before Baekhyun started thrusting.

When he did, he started slow, with measured shallow thrusts that had barely half of his cock sliding into my mouth, but once I moaned and pushed against his hands holding me still, he got the memo and started earnestly fucking into mouth, hips languidly moving in elegant swerves and each thrust punching a high moan out of him. He tried to keep his eyes on me, but soon was too overwhelmed by the sensation and threw his head back as his hips kept relentlessly jerking forward, until I was choking on him on every thrust.

I concentrated on my breathing, but the throbbing trembling between my legs was making me delirious, moaning around the intrusion in my mouth and welcoming it back with every plunge, driving Baekhyun absolutely insane.

The car moved with the motion of his hips, swinging wildly from left to right, and if anybody passed by us, they would definitely know what was currently taking place inside. I could hear a quiet creaking of metal, lost behind the cacophony of Baekhyun’s long high pitched moans. His thrusts had gotten slower but harder, pushing into me until my face was smushed into his lower abdomen, the cock pulsing in my throat. I tried to swallow around it and a pitiful groan was punched out of Baekhyun’s mouth. I could feel he wouldn’t last much longer, his fingers digging into my hair tightly, hips losing rhythm and chasing after an orgasm, moans getting higher and higher.

I grabbed onto his thighs and my nails digging into the fabric of the jeans were no doubt felt through to his skin. His hands started guiding my head along his thrusts, pushing me into him on ever slide in. Drool dribbled out of my mouth, all over my chin and onto him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

With a few deep thrusts I could hear his stuttering breaths, the tightening of his balls before he stilled, cock pushed as deep as it could go pumping hot salty liquid down my throat. Baekhyun let out one last long moan, cumming in few hot squirts as his hips trembled and jerked lightly. I struggled to swallow around his length, stimulating the already sensitive head, punching out some whimpers out of him as his cum slipped out my lips and dribbled down my chin. My own cunt spasmed and throbbed with arousal, and I could feel the wetness sliding down my thighs, making me groan slightly.

He finally pulled out and his head lolled back to look at me. I barely had the presence of mind to look at him, eyes teary and face a mess of drool and cum. Something passed over his eyes and then he was suddenly pushing me down onto the seat, descending over me and kissing me harshly. I gasped and he immediately stuck his tongue into my mouth, no doubt tasting his release, but that didn’t seem to bother him, especially since he kissed me like a starved man.

I was so ready to cum again, too turned on from having him fuck my mouth to even pretend I didn’t need him again and he seemed to understand. With one hand he pulled up my shirt, lips migrating down my neck to mouth at my tits, while the other pressed between our bodies and without much preamble he plunged two fingers inside my hole again.

I whimpered, back arching and pushing my tits into his mouth, while my hips gyrated against his fingers attempting to ride them to completion. The madness at that point truly hit the boiling point as I didn’t need much at all and after a few rough well aimed thrusts combined with slight scraping of his teeth over my nipple I was cumming once again, this time my whole body spasmed and the pleasure was enough to tear a desperate scream out of my throat as I clamped down on his fingers, the ecstasy tearing through me with even more force than the first time. Baekhyun groaned a few times too, attempting to let me ride out the climax with some gentler strokes, before we both slumped down, the pleasant boneless feeling after a good orgasm getting us both.

Sound of harsh breathing was the only sound in the car as we both tried to get it back under control, our bodies cooling down. I was suddenly aware just how much cold wet release was all over my cunt and thighs, as well as a slight tick in my jaw was making itself known. Baekhyun pushed himself back on his knees and tucked himself back into his pants, tee haphazardly hanging off of him.

He gave me a winning smile with a touch of that smugness from before and then launched into motion. I rolled my eyes at him fondly, but let him do the aftercare, as I was still too drained to even move. Just as he was leaning over to the front seat trying to grab the packet of handkerchiefs to wipe me down, his phone suddenly started blaring through the silence of the car, scaring the both of us.

Baekhyun grabbed it and looked at it, then looked at me and said cheekily: “It seems that the signal is working again.” I just stuck my tongue out at him, to which he in turn started gesturing lewdly with his until I kicked him with a barely held back laugh.

The phone was still blaring, so he clicked the accept button and suddenly Jongin’s worried rambling was filling the silence of the car.

“Jesus christ, hyung!” he exclaimed, “We were so fucking scared! You were supposed to be here hours ago and none of us could reach either of you and we had no idea where you were!”

“Sorry, bear,” Baekhyun replied, though he didn’t sound nor looked very sorry, grinning at me while leisurely wiping my centre. I flushed with embarrassment, suddenly feeling shy now that Jongin was on the call. “My phone’s broken and Y/N’s died a while ago. We seem to be quite lost.”

“Are you anywhere close? I might be able to come and get you,” came Kai’s sweet reply, his voice full of relief now that we established we were alive and well. “I’m not sure, I think so,” Baekhyun told him and looked out the window. It was pointless, it was already dark outside and barely anything could be seen beyond the few dingy streetlights.

“My GPS kept fucking up, so we stopped by the side of the road for a little bit to see if it jumps back on, but I think we’re in the vicinity,” the man carried on explaining and I started searching for my discarded panties. When I bent over to fish them from underneath the driver’s seat, a hand made its way to my ass and caressed it gently. I flushed and ducked further to avoid looking at the smug bastard.

There was silence on the line, stretching until I started nervously twitching and turned back to sit next to Baekhyun. He watched me with a teasing glint to his eye and then winked.

“Uh-huh,” drawled out Jongin finally as an answer. I could hear in his voice he was suspicious and really, who could blame him. We disappeared, didn’t pick up phone calls and then Baekhyun tells him totally laid-back “oh yeah, phone’s broken and we’re somewhere on the side of the road” as if he was talking about what he was doing yesterday. I blushed again and slapped his shoulder lightly, earning a quiet amused chuckle.

“Okay hyung, stay there and send me your location while your phone works,” Jongin said, deadpan and clearly done with his shit, “and for fuck’s sake, be fully clothed when I get there.”

Baekhyun started loudly cackling while I slapped his shoulder some more in embarrassment. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me flush to his chest, giggling at me playfully.

“Got it! Thank you, Jonginnie~”

The man sighed and grumbled something about Baekhyun being a menace and then hung up. I immediately groaned and pushed my face into the white-haired man’s shoulder.

“They’ll never shut up about this,” I mumbled and melted into the feeling of Baekhyun’s fingers gently carding through my hair. He chuckled lightly, reverting back to his happy persona.

“Just be really shameless, it will be less fun for them to tease you,” he laughed, “Walk in like ‘yeah I sucked his dick, what of it?’” He made some crude gestures with his free hand and then laughed when I slapped it again.

“Let’s get back to the front seats before Kai gets here, or he’ll be traumatised,” I told him and pulled myself back through the gap. When I turned back, Baekhyun was giving me a hungry stare again and I shuddered, my body valiantly trying to get aroused again.

“You forgot something,” he whispered and suddenly my black panties were hanging in the space between our faces, tangled around his beautiful fingers. I flushed, realising I must have flashed him when I clambered back to the passenger seat, but I could already feel the beginnings of a fresh wet heat between my legs.

I gave Baekhyun a look, which he seemed to understand judging by the annoyingly hot self-assured smirk making its way back onto his face.

“How long do you think we have before Kai gets here?”

I guess we were going to find out.

hope you enjoyed yourself <3

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[veethefreeelf]

Masterlist

Hi peeps!

All my works live here! I just started, so be gentle with me, please!

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Also very important: most of my fics will be NSFW so minors DNI!

M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending

Yoon Jeonghan

Untitled Request - 2.5k - M - Mature / F - Fluff / HpE - Happy Ending - established relationship, unprotected sex, tittie obsession post-partum and more warninge inside

How many times does it take to get smarter? - 6.3k - M - Mature / F - Fluff / A - Angst - fwb, best friends to more?, angsssssssssssssst and more warnings inside

How many chances are too many chances? - 14k - M - Mature / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending - Part 2 of the fic above, fwb, best friends to more to strangers to? idiots to lovers, bossy Hannie, dom Hannie and more warning inside

It takes two - 4.9k - F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending - dad!jeonghan on tour and nonidol mom! reader, angst, fluff, happy ending, reader has some fears and anxiety and more inside

Hate is a strong word - 15k - M - Mature / F - Fluff / minor A - Angst / Cliffhanger warning - lots of snarky, petty dialogue; jealous jeonghan; jealous reader; vaginal fingering; oral f. receiving; vaginal penetration (protected & unprotected); and more inside

Love is a strong word - 15k - M - Mature / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending - Part 2 of the fic above, lots of conflict and resolutions, super emotional, angsty as fuck, protected v. penetration, fingering, lots of praising and fluff and more inside

Oh Sehun

Resistance is futile - 6.8k - M - Mature / HpE - Happy Ending - dom Sehun x sub reader, power play, degradation, possessive Sehun, slut and whore used a lot, also baby girl and little one, nipple play and more warnings inside

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[chogiwass]

Okayyy hear me out!! Sooo recently I’ve been arguing with my friends about what could be exo’s favorite positions and we can’t seem to be able to point it out lol.

i've been talking to my friend abt this too!! so hear me out

minseok- against the wall or smth with him on top, i think he would like to be close to his partner

junmyeon- he gives soft dom vibes soo, probably missionary where he is on top or his partner riding him, he would still be on control though. and i think he praises his partner a lottt

baekhyun- i feel like he would let you ride him at any moment?? he is like super chill sometimes. but i also think he is down to try everything, probably wants to be in control

chanyeol- he would have you BEND!!! OVER!!! any surface you can bend over. i feel like he is an ass guy. or against the wall?? or probably having your legs in his shoulder or smth like that

kyungsoo-he looks so relaxed and like he would like having a connection with the person?? missionary or when you are riding him are the best i think

jongin- ok, you riding him. he just gives me that vibe and no one can change my mind. but i also think he would fuck you on a kitchen counter or a table or the shower

sehun- uhh so the first thing i think about is giving him head and keeping eye contact, then probably you being on top a little bit but he wold take over in no time. i can also see him spooning

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[jongbross]

kinktober: exhibitionism + threesome (kim junmyeon x f!reader x oh sehun)

pairing: kim junmyeon x f!reader x oh sehun word count: 595 genre: i'm so done with this topic warnings: description of sexual activities, fingering (female receiving), swearing, dom!junmyeon, sub!reader, sub!sehun, reader is in a relationship with junmyeon, a/n: it took some effort but kinktober is now concluded! thank you to everyone who participated somehow, i had a lot of fun <3

"be good now", junmyeon demanded. he had a glass of wine on one of his hands, and a lustful look on his eyes. "don't you dare be a brat."

"yes, sir", you replied with just a little bit of a mock tone.

you straddled sehun's lap, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. the poor guy didn't know exactly what to do - he knew what he wanted to do with you, but even though all three of you had agreed to this, you still were his hyung's partner so he should wait for junmyeon's commands.

"you can touch her, sehunnie", junmyeon said with a chuckle. "don't be shy."

automatically, sehun's hands rested on your waist, caressing your skin over your dress like he was trying to reassure you of something.

taking the upper hand, you leaned in and kissed sehun, eager lips moving against his own. your hands went to his neck, tugging at his hairline and making him groan.

junmyeon watched the two of you making out with a smirk on his face. taking a sip of his wine, he adjusted himself on the chair, spreading his legs a little bit wider; there was already a bulge forming inside his pants.

he didn't miss the way sehun started to grab your dress and roll them up to your waist - and definitely didn't miss the way you moaned when he grabbed your butt either.

"i bet she's already wet... give it a try", he told sehun. "you're gonna love it."

sehun broke the kiss to look at his hyung for permission. when junmyeon nodded, you felt sehun's right hand caressing their way inside your panties, two of his long fingers exploring your core.

you moaned, and that only made sehun look up at you with even more delight in his eyes.

"damn", he licked his lips.

"told ya", junmyeon laughed.

"can i taste her, hyung?", sehun desperately asked, looking back at junmyeon. "please, let me taste her..."

"not today. for now, you're gonna make her cum on your fingers so i can enjoy the show."

you groaned when sehun's thumb found your clit, circling it and pressing it. he was quickly to thrust his two fingers inside you, cursing when he felt how soft you felt.

"gosh, you feel so good, noona."

"glad you like it", you joked.

both you and sehun got so lost - his fingers pumping in and out of you, the way you leaned in again to kiss his long neck and leave a mark on it like he was yours and junmyeon's perfect and favorite little toy -, that neither of you noticed the moment junmyeon opened his pants to touch himself, fingers slightly caressing his still clothed member.

"you two are so cute, so desperate", he said with a laugh.

"ugh, noona...", sehun moaned when you sucked on his jaw. "shit, hyung, how do you handle her?"

sehun curled his fingers inside you, hitting your spot and making you moan too. junmyeon laughed again at the two of you.

"i don't, that's why i needed you", he answered, finishing his wine in one big gulp. junmyeon pushed both his pants and underwear down to his thighs, immediately wrapping his hand around his member and starting to stroking it. "make her cum, sehunnie. do it, and then i'll take care of you both."

the promise made you clench again in anticipation. sehun smirked at you too, imagining all the things junmyeon could do to him and to you.

"you better listen to him, baby boy", you whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

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[iridescentxstars]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐊𝐞𝐲: [M] — Mature content/warnings | 🌹 — NSFW | ✨ — Rewritten | 🌸 — Recommended

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

This masterlist contains all works for other idols outside of my ults. Anything that has been archived can be found here. Some of the fics may be rewritten for various reasons but the original versions will still be available. Other works may be found in masterlists that are coloured pink.

ೃ⁀➷ Kim Jongin | BangChan | On-Going Series | Completed Series | Drabbles | Misc | Archived | Archived Drabbles

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

[ ✧.* ] Kinktober2022 🌹

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[ ✧.* ] What Would Christmas Be Like With... — idol!exo x reader 🌹

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

[ ✧.* ] Touch It — sub!baekhyun x mommy dom!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Set My Soul On Fire — villain!taemin x reader x superhero!ten [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] The Little Things — optional bias x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] All Night Long — ceo!baekhyun x reader [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Forbbiden Attraction — professor!minseok x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Peeping Tom — neighbour!sehun x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Dance Practice — idol!chanyeol x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Your Touch — ceo!chanyeol x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Special Delivery — ceo!chanyeol x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Black Hat — hacker!baekhyun x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] A Little Bit Of Naughty & Nice — demon!baekhyun x reader x angel!jongin 🌹

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜

[ ✧.* ] EXO Kissing Style 🌹 [ ✧.* ] EXO As Dog [ ✧.* ] EXO As Pokemon [ ✧.* ] Bad Puns [part one][part two] [ ✧.* ] Quick Prompts [part one][part two][part three] 🌹

[the-casual-cheesecake]

WHAT A GREAT QUESTION, ANON! I have been wildly (and uncharacteristically for me, an ex omegaverse hater) obsessed with omegaverse Exos since I got into Exo, and my thoughts on them recently changed drastically, so what good timing you have! 

I’ll first start with saying that I don’t like betas, and never include them in any thoughts about omegaverse. I just think they’re boring– though I do have friends who have managed to make them VERY interesting; I just think I don’t have anything insightful or interesting to say about them myself.

And for a second note, I think it’s important to describe what I think omegaverse is for really: because it has many meanings that change based on who’s writing in it. For me, omegaverse makes most sense as a formalization of power dynamics. One could make the argument that it’s inherently kinky (and in fact, I do). It’s less about inherent sexuality OR gender, and more about inherent power structures and how someone could play with them. This is not to say that interesting discussions can’t happen in omegaverse about sexuality or gender– because they absolutely can and do, but I think mostly, it’s about biological power, in a way that our actual society thinks exists and tries to enforce (violently and forcefully), that is actually made real via omegaverse.

For the Fandom Olds among us, this interpretation would not come as a surprise, considering omegaverse took the place of BDSM AUs in fandom!

A third note, all of my omegaverse content always and forever will be poly! Poly packs 5eva!!! 

ANYWAY, EXOS!

[vibrates] they are pack, your honor… 

Pack alpha: Minseok

Alphas: Junmyeon, Jongdae, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo

Omegas: Yixing, Baekhyun, Jongin, Sehunnie

Minseok:

As the oldest, and from the fact that Minseok in canon refused to be Exo-M’s leader, it just makes so much sense for him to be the pack alpha but not the band leader. He has the character of a supervisor dom. He’s not involved with everyone in the band and entangled with them– because, frankly, they are too loud and too messy, and he has no energy to deal with so many people needing his attention and involvement. But he is a steady presence that they can all depend on. He listens to their problems and pets them about them. He scruffs the alphas into place when necessary (and reassures them that even if they fuck up, he’ll be there to help), and spends time with the omegas when they need him, and makes sure that their needs are taken care of and that they don’t feel too lost in the pack. 

I’m pretty sure that even in omegaverse, Minseok is queer, and he probably prefers alphas to omegas; less mess, and more satisfaction in bringing them to heel.

Naturally, the person he’s closest to in the pack is Jongdae, this is canon in any and all universes. They’re the gossip husbands, drinking late at night and talking about the rest of the band like two intensely invested aunties, but being steady and gentle with the others the rest of the time. They probably sleep together, but they’re definitely not monogamous, and as in canon, probably are both aware that Jongdae would actually like to settle down with a mate at some point.

Minseok spends the omegas’ heats with them if they want him to, as do all the alphas– because the Exos are all very very busy and alternate being with the omegas depending on their schedules. His favorite is probably Sehunnie though, because Sehun is whiny but pliant and obedient in heat; the rest are complicated (will get to them!)

Junmyeon:

I imagine him to be as neurotic in omegaverse as he is in canon. He’s a sadist and is terrified of this fact. He takes his job as leader so seriously that it fucks with his head and makes him make very strange personal decisions. He’s an alpha and a dom, but the fact that he’s so scared of his sadism makes him show his belly to his pack and try so hard to be gentle and soft that the overcorrection makes him seem awkward instead. 

I think, if I were to transplant canon onto omegaverse, that Junmyeon did not overcorrect so hard until a while after debut; because at first he would punish the Exos for mistakes as harshly as a supervisor, and oooof that probably gave him such a headrush that it turned into kink for him IMMEDIATELY.

Junmeon is Like This in canon really, so what makes omegaverse so much worse for him is that it formalizes all the power dynamics in head in a way that makes it so easy to take advantage of. And he is so convinced the sadism makes him a bad person, that having omegas begging for him in heat, crying and in pain without him even having to do a single thing to them except be there, simply would take him to pieces. Just imagine canon Junmyeon with the power to bite someone and claim them biologically forever… the man wrote the Exos’ names on his damn body, he would lose his fucking mind!!!

Anyway, I think therefore, that Junmyeon is terrified MOST of Baekhyun and Yixing, the resident omega masochists in the band– and to an extent, Chanyeol, who is a masochist but not omega. So, I would imagine him being SO WEIRD with all three of them. Too strict and mean to Chanyeol, and so wary as to almost be avoidant of Yixing, and strangely both overprotective and overconfident in Baekhyun.

Hilariously, he and Sehun click very comfortably, because Sehun isn’t a masochist or a sub. He’s just very into being indulged and having things done for him and to him, and it makes him vibe enough like a sub that it’s hot, but not enough to terrify Junmyeon or cause him to have intense sadistic emotion about Sehun. This also means they’re not super compatible actually lmao, they’re just comfortable enough that they stick together.

I think Junmyeon and Minseok have an interesting relationship, where Minseok would like to be hyung and head alpha for Junmyeon but Junmyeon is too weird about being perceived to be submitting to anyone that whenever Minseok tries to support him, Junymeon just pretends to be Fine™ harder.

Generally though, Junmyeon is a good leader. He’s incredibly competent when it comes to the band’s relationships with management, and he’s incredibly protective and invested in the wellbeing of his pack members. All of his weirdness sort of impacts him internally, but it works to present him the way he desires his image to be externally.

Yixing:

[vibrates] He… the baby… 

He’s an omega and a sub. He came into the band with much Trauma™ (familial, as in canon D: ), which made him need so much affection and love that it makes him seem hungry. He pushes himself so hard that it makes him ill often, and it makes it difficult to care about him, because to do so means people have to constantly love him and see him be hurt. He doesn’t have the instincts that lets him trust people to catch him if he falls, so he simply always feels that he’s on his own, even if he isn’t.

In omegaverse, he probably has very difficult heats. Trauma and hormone fuckery do not go well together in any universe, so his heats probably fuck with his emotions massively. And the fact that most of his injuries are spine-related, means that his pelvic floor is just fucked, and would mean his heats actually physically hurt!!!! 

The emotional part means that during his heats, he clings so hard to the people next to him to make sure they don’t leave, that he leaves bruises and scratch marks. He probably cries and howls if any of the alphas get up to get him food because he’s scared they’re not coming back and that he’ll be abandoned. He probably wants to be mated and sobs when he isn’t, even though outside of heat he would know it would be a bad idea to mate.

The physical part means he’s in miserable (very unusual) pain throughout.

This makes it a large ordeal to deal with for the pack. Especially considering they are all so tired and so busy and barely have time to rest anyway. And the fact that they have a rotational system for alphas spending time with the in-heat omegas so they don’t miss schedules, which in Yixing’s case simply doesn’t work. 

They do love him, but he’s difficult to help. It stresses everyone out and makes the alphas feels horrible and bad at their jobs.

Yixing probably gets on suppressants at some point and simply never comes off them, especially when he starts spending more time in China without any pack around :( 

Outside of heat, he smells sweet and is comforting to be around. He’s so skin hungry that he’ll always want to cling to a pack member when they’re home, which they are only happy to do. And he’s good at being hyung to the younger members. He’s also massively good at his job as an artist, it just, you know, kills his body oops… TT

Being away from the pack does make everything worse for him, though. It’s a sore subject for Junmyeon and Minseok especially, that they let one of their pack omegas run off that way where they can’t help him at all. It makes everyone sad.

[Cake lies down on the floor] Yeah… Yixing… 

Baekhyun:

He’s an omega, a sub, and a sadist (masochist too, fun combo!) Baekhyun is highly invested in being important to everyone. He wants to be loved so much that he wants to own all the Exos and be owned by all of them, but he’s very aware of how this sounds so he’s just privately insane about this, but publicly all jokey and fun, rather than deeply intense.

The fact that he’s a sadist makes him a strange omega for alphas. So, I bet Baekhyun enjoys being with the omegas most often– bet it almost makes him think he’s like Minseok, and likes omegas more than alphas; but that’s not true. What he really needs is an alpha who would put a hand on his neck and put him in his place but also lets him bite and scratch and be mean to them as well. He needs to sub for his health and well being, but he also needs to feel that it’s safe to sub by being allowed to do horrible things to his alpha/dom and feel like he has power in the relationship. Subbing is so so vulnerable for Baekhyun, it makes him terrified to his bones, but he also wants it really badly.

Anyway, as in canon lmao, Minseok finds Baekhyun too messy and difficult to deal with, so he just flirts and toys with him a little, and probably sleeps with Baekhyun during heats if he’s needed, but doesn’t really let Baekhyun in his bed outside of heat. 

Chanyeol is too vulnerable to deal with Baekhyun’s barbed wire words and pointy claws, he takes it too personally, and Baekhyun has to be careful around him. Though when Baekhyun is careful, they’re good friends, and Baekhyun does enjoy sleeping with him and toying with him a little. 

Sehunnie is probably Baekyun’s go-to for sex outside of heats (points to the unreal amounts of Baekhyun biting Sehun photos in canon.)

Junmyeon and and Baekhyun are insanely compatible but they have no idea. Junmyeon is terrified of being too much and hurting people but if he actually does hurt Baekhyun (sexy), Baekhyun would lose his goddamn mind. Because Baekhyun needs intensity most of all, he needs to feel like his partner is obsessed with him: and Junmyeon is the most intense person in this band.

Kyungsoo and Baekhyun probably have good sex, but Kyungsoo has absolutely no tollerance for Baekhyun trying to exercise power– which is hot! But you know, it doesn’t let Baekhyun relax entirely with him. It’s the same with Jongdae probably, except Jongdae is nicer about it. 

Chanyeol:

He’s an alpha but he’s not interested in holding power over people, it makes him deeply uncomfortable. He’s not a dom, and not a sub, but he does enjoy power games when they’re meant to bring people closer together and build trust. 

He frequently goes through periods of being super insecure about how he presents as an alpha, and trying to be more masc and domineering, but it only ever ends up making him feel worse. And during those periods, he often feels like going to the other alphas for help and support is a weakness and tries to do everything himself, including figuring out his own mental blocks– this almost never works.

He clashes with Junmyeon a lot, because he both wants Junmyeon’s attention and admiration and praise, and wants Junmyeon’s to see him as an alpha and respect his authority, and Junmyeon is, as stated before, WEIRD about power things!!!

Though Minseok knows how to be good to Chanyeol and often compensates where Junmyeon fails. So does Jongdae, though he spent a while not really understanding why Chanyeol is the way he is and why he struggles with the things he struggles with. 

Kyungsoo’s steadiness and assuredness in himself makes him a good friend to Chanyeol. It helps to look to Kyungsoo when Chanyeol is in flux and feels like nothing is static enough to hold onto. 

Sechan are like canon Sechan, naturally. They are weird about power dynamics together in a way that helps both of them. It makes Chanyeol feel at ease that he’s not holding any power via the fact that he’s alpha or hyung over Sehun, and it makes Sehun happy to feel like he holds Chanyeol’s leash and can make him do whatever he wants. What Sehun often wants Chanyeol to do though, is to take care of things for him: take care of food and buying things, and making sure Sehun is comfortable, to fuck Sehun well and not make Sehun do things, and to praise Sehun in front of other people and let Sehun bask in the fact that he’s getting everything he wants. All of this makes Chanyeol feel good and useful and like a good alpha! It’s great! 

Jongdae:

He’s one of the people I hesitated for a very long time before assigning an omegaverse dynamic to. I eventually settled on alpha because he’s a caretaker and – although subtle– is actually a little bit of a control freak. He also finds too much contentment in, for example, calming Baekhyun down and making him behave, for him not to be some sort of flavor of dom. 

He and Minseok fit well together because they both respect hierarchies a lot, and they respect inner pack workings. They also have the same casual but firm way that they approach their own internal moral compasses. They’re both stubborn and hard to convince to change, which makes them both comfortable, considering they are also both very influential and find it easy to change other people just by being around. They make each other feel safe to exercise the full breadth of their inherent power without the threat that this would affect the other in any way.

The fact that they are both doms, however, makes them incompatible long-term as sexual and romantic partners, even though they adore each other and probably do sleep together often. It’s a fact they are both aware of– though I am unsure if they both feel the axact same way about it. I change my mind often about this. Is Minseok sadder than Jongdae about this? Are they both just Fine? Don’t know. I’m not a Xiuchenist for real, but I do believe in them! So, I find myself thinking about this often. 

Jongdae, like Minseok, finds Baekhyun too much to deal with. But he finds Junmyeon funny and gets less stressed out about the fact that Junmyeon won’t let him help than Minseok does. Because Jongdae isn’t the pack leader and he’s younger, he finds it easier to insert himself into Junmyeon’s business and meddle sometimes, without stepping to hard on Junmyeon’s toes. 

He is soft with Yixing, and is sad for him, but Jongdae is very strict with himself about things which he cannot change, so he doesn’t let himself dwell on this often. 

It took him a few years to understand Chanyeol’s little neuroses but he did eventually, so now he knows how to care for Chanyeol and that satisfies him greatly.

He’s generally very gentle and full of advice and pets for all younger and older pack members.

He has a stroke of sadism in him, but it’s not consuming like Junmyeon’s is, and he’s Normal about it. It’s very to do with sex for him, rather than his personality.

Kyungsoo:

He’s an alpha, and he’s possessive as fuck. He’s also a very sensible person, and has decided very early on that he will not be getting romantically involved with any of his members because they’re all insane and they’ll drive him out of his mind if he wants to go full possessive alpha on them! 

He does think Jongin is incredibly hot and is very soft with him. He’s also known to be soft with Sehun, though he’d never admit to it. 

He’s a neutral party in the pack, though he has a deep sense of justice and will stand with whoever he thinks is wronged in an argument. 

I don’t have many Ksoo thoughts, he gives me a headache, his personality is impenetrable! Sorry 🙈

Jongin:

You might have noticed I’ve not spoken much about him with the other members, and that’s because I firmly believe that, while he is a part of this pack, he’s bonded to Taemin. Taemin is his alpha, and they are each other’s persons. Jongin only spends heats with the pack when Taemin is unavailable.

In the Exo pack, Nini is soft and baby. He lounges over the alphas and scents the other omegas and takes care of them. But he’s also stubborn and strong, and because he’s been mated for such a long time, thinks that all the others and their weird relationship problems are so tiring and silly! 

That’s why he gets on with Kyungsoo a lot. Kyungsoo does not have weird relationship problems, because he simply has no messy relationships in the band XD They get to make fun of the others from their little cocoon. 

Nini knows how to depend on the others to help him, and he’s very good at being a stabalizing and sensible influence in the pack.

Him and Taemin make each other so much better, and take care of each other’s needs so well that Nini effectively doesn’t need a pack. They just add to his life and he adores them. It makes him a very steady presence.

Sehun:

He effectively takes the role of a pack omega but not because he needs it, because the pack does. It’s good for them to have someone they can spoil and love this way. He gives them the opportunity of all feeling like they get to take care of him and be good for the pack by doing so; and by doing so, he gets to comfort them and take care of them without them feeling like they’re asking for care. 

Sehun has large emotions about the pack, he needs all of them, and feels like they all need each other. He’s mostly quiet about it, though, he’s not a words person. He just flops in someone’s lap when he’s having emotions.

As in canon, he’s been in love with Chanyeol for years, but it takes them an insanely long time to work out what they are to each other. This lands Sehun in Junmyeon and Baekhyun’s beds often. 

He’s an omega, but not a sub or a dom. Like Chanyeol, he enjoys toying with power dynamics broadcast trust. Though he would melt into the center of the earth if Chanyeol bit him and mated him. And he would die if Chanyeol had a collar on and let himself be ordered around by Sehun. It’s all very deeply unusual and not standard bdsm XD 

I feel like I talked about Sehun’s relationships with the other members throughout the answer above, so I won’t repeat them here! 

Anyway… wow that was long. Anon, I am so sorry if this is way more than you expected!!! I hope you enjoy it regardless!!!!!!!! I have many thoughts about this, clearly! XD 

#cake answers #exo meta #wow that was so fucking long #I have many exo emotions!

[astroyongie]

EXO

❀ Group Headcanons

✿  Dom/ Sub/ Switch

✿ Their Twin Flame

✿  EXO Inside The Bedroom

✿ EXO Tea

✿  EXO Love Reading : January Edition 

✿  EXO As Books

✿  EXO Ideal Types

✿  Boobs, Ass or Thighs

✿  EXO Red Flags

✿ EXO Reading - August Edition 

✿  EXO Kinks 

✿  Who Would Exo Be Attracted To In: Red Velvet And Aespa

✿ EXO March Reading Edition

✿ Exo Spooky/Dark Tea 

✿ EXO Would I Date Them  

✿ EXO Ideal Partner Chart 

✿ EXO Songs For Each Sign 

❀ MTL

✿  MTL To Like PDA 

✿  MTL To Be Possessive 

✿  MTL EXO To Be Romantic

✿ MTL EXO To Be Kinky

✿  MTL EXO To Date Someone With Tattoos

✿  MTL EXO To Make First Move On Their Crush

✿  MTL EXO To Cheat

✿  EXO MTL To Be Players

✿ MTL EXO Empathetic

✿ MTL EXO To Be Manipulative 

✿ MTL EXO To Forgive A Cheater 

✿ MTL EXO To Be Moody  ✿ 

❀ Minseok

✿ N/I

❀ Junmyeon

✿ A To Z Analysis : SFW

❀ Yixing 

✿ N/I

❀ Baekhyun 

✿  As A Boyfriend

✿ Baekhyun x Taeyeon

✿ A To Z Analysis: SFW

✿ A To Z Analysis: NSFW

❀ Jongdae

✿ N/I

❀ Chanyeol 

✿  Chanyeol Arguments With S/O + Make Up

✿  Chanyeol As A Boyfriend 

✿ Chanyeol Ideal Type

✿ A To Z Analysis: NSFW  

❀ Kyungsoo

✿  Kyungsoo As A Boyfriend

❀ Jongin 

✿  As A Boyfriend

✿ Jongin x Jennie 

✿  Kai A - Z Analysis ; Nsfw

✿ Kai x Krystal 

❀ Sehun

✿ As A Boyfriend

#exo masterlist

[hyunjungjae]

Especial de 200 seguimores!!

Bom, fiz uma lista de com quem eu escrevo e alguns avisos, peço para que leiam tudo com calma e entendam.

Vocês irão escolher, no máximo duas pessoas, (que, por favor, sejam de mesmo grupo e tem química, ou se não apenas uma mesmo.) e colocar no pedido de algo para eu escrever.

AVISO IMPORTANTE!!!

escrevo apenas com male!dom, então peço que não me peçam fem!dom.

E não escrevo com idols mulheres, ja que não consigo imaginar muito com elas…prometo que se algum dia me sentir mais confortável eu tento alguma coisa com elas!

A listinha 👇🏻

Pessoas com quem escrevo (que vocês podem pedir):

NCT: todos, menos com o Taeil (pq nao consigo imaginar mtas coisas c ele) e menos com o Lucas pq ele ainda ta em hiato e nao irei escrever nada com ele até ele voltar.

Seventeen: Mingyu, Wonwoo, Dk e o Dino.

EXO: Sehun e Baekhyun.

Stray Kids: Chan, Lee know e Jeongin.

Enhypen: smut apenas com maiores de idade e só nao escrevo com o sunoo e o jungwon, pq nao consigo pensar em muita coisa com eles.

P1H: apenas com o Keeho.

Ateez: apenas com o Seonghwa.

TBZ: Juyeon e Sangyeon.

Astro: Eunwoo e Moonbin (vou tentar escrever algo com ele…)

Monsta X: apenas com o Changkyun.

Algumas das coisas que eu posso experimentar juntar com os idols que eu falei que escreveria:

praise, degradation, humiliation, breath play, nipple play, omorashi, bondage, knife play, blood play, gun play, cnc, daddy kink, breeding kink, cum play, corruption kink, gagging, size kink, voyeurism, exhibicionism, masoquismo, sadismo, bulge kink, yandere…

peço encarecidamente para que escolham apenas três kinks, e dependendo de como for o andar da carruagem, eu posso adicionar uma coisinha aqui e ali…

Agora fiquem a vontade para pedir!^^ (se quiserem pedir alguns com enemies to fuckers eu irei ADORAR)

#p1h imagines #nct imagines #skz imagines #ateez imagines #monsta x imagines #seventeen imagines #exo imagines #astro imagines #the boyz imagines #especial de 200 seguimores

[misswoozi]

Your hc for Chanyeol? ^^

hello! let's talk PCY!

bisexual (preference for women)

tops with male partners

prefers to dom with women, more versatile with male partners

,,,,,,,, Big 👀

bit of an exhibitionist (the type that would be More Than Fine with his members overhearing him fucking his partner)

high sex drive

Boob Guy™

likes couch sex, shower/bath/hot tub sex, high sex, tit-fucking, hair-pulling (giving or receiving), praise, dirty talk, some choking

I ship him with Suho, Solar, sometimes Sehun and sometimes Jongin!

#thank you! #EXO smut #Chanyeol smut

[sexygrass]

7. living Ghost.

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

"do you prefer to stay in the car or come inside with me?" she asked after unbuckling her seatbelt. "No, I'll wait in the car. Plus, I have company. just don't stay for long." he leaned and pecked her nose and flashed her a smile. sighing, she hopped out. Baekhyun's car was parked in front of hers. patting Wes's head, he watched her making her way to the big house.

Samantha discovered jeno's habit of pecking her nose whenever she's angry or when he wants something, and the hybrid has no objecting to it. as she's a person who enjoys skinship.

waiting for baekhyun to open the door for her, she unbuttoned her coat and walked into the big house. the sound of her heels clicking turned it residents' attention towards her and by their shocked look, they had no idea about her sudden visit. sending a look at baekhyun, who refused to look them in the eyes, they smiled at her.

"Samantha, what a pleasant surprise," Xuimin chirped; "thank you, Xuimin." she offered him a smile before taking her white coat off and handed it to the maid, leaving her in her oversized v-neck Argyl sweater that was tucked in her black jeans. "I'd like to have a word with Suho. where is he?" her dull voice gave them a hint of her mood.

"He's out right now." Sehun answered, skeptical, "Call him then, I'm in a hurry and my patience is thin, you know that." taking a seat on their white leather couch, she checked her wristwatch.

seven minutes later, suho entered the house with a thumping heart. Samantha stood up and smiled sweetly at him, her cheeks rising. "rough day, I take?" he laughed lightly before loosening his silver black tie around his neck. "yeah...I heard you wanted to talk to me, what is it?"

she eyed him, wordlessly, building the tension around her; a habit Samantha enjoys as she wreck her target's nerves. "Remember the offer you told me about? that day at the grills?" she tilted her head and walked to him. Suho took a breath and nodded. "you haven't stuck to your part of the deal, have you?" he nodded again.

"Samantha, listen—" Putting her index finger on his lips, she grinned. "your wrist," she demanded calmly and the latter warily did as told. the rest eyed them with sharp nerves and racing hearts. they're aware of the meaning behind that demand; whenever she suspects one of them lying or hiding something from her she bites them and tastes their blood if there's vervain in their system; thus, knowing if her compulsion is working and if they're telling her the truth or not.

sinking her teeth in his flesh, she swallowed a small amount of blood that she sucked and let a happy hum, "clean," she chirped. letting a humorless laugh, he flashed a tight smile "Yes, of course. We aren't allowed to drink vervain... not willingly." smiling at his correct statement, she placed a hand over his cheek.

"Did you go behind my back and told those vampires about me at the party two days ago?" her honeyed voice caught them off-guard and with them widening their eyes in disbelief proved that they had no idea of what he did. 

the elites felt their hearts hammer inside their chests. they wanted to speak up for their leader and say he didn't but they can't. simply, because they're scared of her, and it's against the rules to speak back against her in such situations. 

Feeling as if her alluring blue orbs swallowing him into a soothing abyss, he nodded, he answered her truthfully, "I did go and told them that you're after them and trying to kill them." clicking her tongue, she leaned on one foot.

"I know you care about those vampires and hate to see them hurt but your pledge is to me. only to me. I'm your constant priority. and you have broken my most important rule, suho. you know what you did?"

swallowing hard, he lowered his head. "I betrayed you," he mumbled between his quivering lips. "Look me in the eyes and say it. for me and the rest to hear," she demanded sternly. taking a shakey breath, he rose his head slowly till he met her angry gaze. if her eyes could kill, he would've been dead on the spot. "I have betrayed you."

his friends winced when she grabbed him by his neck and threw his body harshly into the wall, making it crack. "What did those low-lives offer you and I didn't?" she barked.

kicking him to the other side of the big hall harshly, he spat out blood and coughed aggressively. "Family?" she punched him, "Power?" she grabbed him from his dress shirt and slammed him to the ceiling, watching him fall down and whimper, she scoffed, "Love?" looking down at him with eyes flickering with rage, the blue-eyed vampire grabbed him harshly by his throat and lifted him up, strangling him up in the air.

"Cause I gave you all that. I gave you your immortality. I gave you this power that made you what you are. I made you. you're my creation that I can end with a swift move of my hand." loosening her grip around his neck, she watched him with a crooked grin as he crumbled to the floor.

barely opening his eyes, he struggled to stay at his knees after she dropped him down. "please don't kill him!" Kai and Sehun implored. "he learned his lesson. we'll make sure he won't do it again." Chen and Chanyeol added, beggingly.

"I'm sure he won't." she looked them over her shoulder, "And kill him? Why would I kill him? I knew him for five hundred years. I won't throw that behind my back just for a small mistake. if anyone to die are those pesky cockamamies snobbish knobheads," kyungsoo's eyes brimmed up. "you're not?" he asked, unsurely.

"Baekhyun, come here." she looked down at Suho who dropped his arms to his side and lowered his head, shamefully. Samantha saw his wounds and cuts heal and no bruises were left, only traces of blood covering his face. squatting before him, she placed her index under his chin and then grabbed it with her thumb and index finger, making him face her. her touch was ever so delicate as if she was treating a porcelain doll.

without breaking her eye contact with suho, she demanded baekhyun, "Take his daylight ring." Baekhyun froze midway and looked at her with raised brows. "you informed me about his treachery so you're the most meritorious of this honor." Suho barely lifted his hand for Baekhyun to take his daylight ring from him.

"one week without your daylight ring would be enough to teach your lesson, right?" she asked with a joyful voice. nodding, she asked him to stand up and look her in the face.

her smile made him let a warm breath that lingered inside his cold body, narrowing her lulling blue eyes at him, she cupped his face between her hands, "Now, my love. from the day on. I'm your priority. me before your friends. me before your family. me before yourself. and those vampires who caused you this are unworthy of your kindness, I'm I clear?" he nodded again. clasping her hands, she stepped away. hearing him hiss when the sun came in contact with his hand, she smiled.

"wait," Suho called, voice groggy. "I need to tell you something. my part of the deal." giving him a bored look, she motioned for him to speak. "not here." taking a deep breath, she whooshed in his direction before grabbing him and disappearing to his office on the second floor. throwing him on his seat behind the wooden desk. he let out a hiss. 

"Sunny day, huh." pressing his lips shut, he crawled to the corner at light speed. "talk. I have places to be and someone waiting for me." sniffing, he took a deep breath. 

"doppelgänger, your soulmate's doppelgänger. he's part of the group. this time, his name is Mark Lee," feeling her chest stung, she let an airy breath and put her hand on her mouth. 

"ten years ago, I started to see the resemblance between him and the other doppelgängers. so I start taking care of him...secretly, till one day while we were out of town. he had a car accident and died but thankfully, Johnny, a vampire, and his friend, and part of the group saved him and turned him into a vampire. he's a vampire, Samantha, he won't die. not that easy at least. this ...this was what I was preparing for you. I was taking care of him for you since you know...he's your epic love" he completed with a sigh and dropped his head back at the wall.

"thank you," he offered her a small smile. "but this doesn't explain what you did." he nodded his head at her frugal reply, "I know, and if it means I'll spend my immortality to earn your trust again I'll do it. you're my sire. you gave me a second chance in life to be a better version of myself. you took me under your protection. 

offered me a family. put a ceiling over my head. trusted me when none did. taught me how to prevail over the unjust, wicked life. gave me the tools to stand against those who wronged me. shaped me into my eternal shape, and for that, I'll be forever thankful." he reached for her hand and held it between his.

"Now, my sire, I will give you my word that I will bring you, Damon and Stefan. and if I have to burn Mystic Falls while doing that, I'll do it." planting a tender kiss on the back of her hand, he knelt before her. placing her hand on his cheek, he leaned into her touch, "I know you will, next time when I visit. Make sure it's not for punishing you." chuckling, he leaned on the wall to dodge the sunlight. "goodbye, suho."

walking downstairs, she walked toward the seven vampires. "Kai, you're coming with me." she walked over to the frightened maid, turned, and let her put her coat on before leaving. closing the door behind him, the tanned vampire jogged catching up with her fast steps. "you and Taemin will go and find this witch, The Gemini Coven witch that helped those knobheads. Taemin will tell you what you're going to do to him."

nodding, he went to the left side of the house to grab his car meanwhile Samantha went to hers. nearing it, she halted when she found it empty. clenching and unclenching her fist, she huffed a breath and got in the car wordlessly.

Twenty minutes earlier...

"Okay, it's you and I now, Wes." caressing his soft black fur, the cat let a purr, "what do you think is going on inside?" he asked the cat when he heard voices shattering coming from inside the house. "yeah, whatever, not our business." he shrugged. picking the cat in his arms like a newborn baby, he caresses its nose with his thumb.

"you do look like her...but her eyes are prettier." he smiled to himself. tickling its tummy, the cat bit his arm playfully making him jerk his hands in hopes of freeing it from its sharp claws. but what he didn't think about is the cat would jump out from the open car window.

letting a flow of curses, he stepped out. "my god! she'll kill me if I lost it." he knelt under the car but found nothing. "but she'll kill me too if she saw me out." he mumbled, anxiously. "Oh, here you are," he let a relieved sigh when he spotted the black ball of fur on the other side of the road, between the bushes. "don't move. I'm coming to get you. don't move." he spoke calmly at every steady step he took towards it. relax, jeno. just don't make any sudden moves. he repeated in his head. 

reaching it, he called it and stretched his arms towards it and nearly got it but the sound of a heavy object hitting the front door of the house startled the cat making it widen its eyes and run away. "Oh fuck!" jeno jumped into the garden and start chasing it.

...

"but that doesn't explain why I got only 60!" ebony black-haired replied back, frustrated. "it's math, Renjun. no matter how much you study you won't pass, just give up already." his friend comforted him. Renjun scoffed and carried on dragging his bicycle side by side with his friend, who was riding his.

Wes, you fucking bitch! get here!

"did you...did you hear that?" Renjun questioned, looking at the park to his right. "that voice...", taking a deep breath, Renjun halted. "no, Jaemin. it can't be. maybe—"

ow! Okay, that's it! no patting for a month! The hissing was nearing them.

"Jeno!" jaemin pushed his bike to the side and started running towards the voice, his body started feeling light, and his heart hammered inside his ribcage. He mourned the loss of his childhood friend the longest among his friends. Renjun once revealed that jaemin didn't move on from it, but how could he? his best friend is what we're talking about. His tragic, sudden death left a deep, painful scar engraved in his heart.

letting a curse, Renjun run behind his friend but halted when he saw jaemin abruptly stop in front of the entrance of the park. "gotcha—"

"jeno..." jaemin's low voice came as a whisper, Renjun felt his legs wobble and could no longer hold him the moment they both saw him, in the flesh. hair in every direction with small scrapes on his cheeks, forearms, and hands. mostly from running between the bushes.

turning on his heel, oh so slowly. He faced them with a black cat in his hands. "how—" jaemin croaked out, eyes brimming with tears. "I— we thought you died..." Renjun whispered with his hand over his mouth. 

jeno looked at them with wide eyes. apparently, he took his face mask off while he was running since might it suffocated him; so his identity wasn't as low as he claimed to keep it. putting it back and pulling the hoode of his grey hoodie, he took a subtle step back. "I need to— uhm—"

the honking of a car cut him off, and all three of them turned toward the blue car. the sight of Samantha stepping out of it made Jeno let a relieved breath but when he looked closer and spotted the furrow of her eyebrows, his body temperature dropped, and as if his body began to freeze.

She was raging, pissed, angry, mad and all the adjectives that describe someone who's in her shoe. "before you kill me and rip my gut out and throw it on top of the trees, let me explain myself! the cat jumped from the window when I was playing with it. she scratched me, so as a reflex I yanked it off my arm away and it jumped out. I went out to look for it but the loud thud that came from the house made it run so I chased it! I swear to god I wasn't planning on running, why would I run? haha, please don't kill me!" he freaked out and yelled that all in one breath as he held the cat up in front of his face.

"in the car, now." her dull voice sent chills down his spine but he obliged anyway. turning his body toward the vehicle, a throat-clearing resonated. "what the actual fuck is going on?!" Renjun asked, frantic and anxious. 

sure seeing someone who you assumed was dead isn't something common you start to cope with easily but to see him acting normal did play some tricks on their minds. seeing him scared of this ominous girl, regardless, made it a lot more confusing; "and who the hell are you? what are you planning on doing to him? Are you—" Jaemin's body lifted off the ground and the evident sudden fear in his face drew a smirk on her face.

"My name is Samantha Mikaelson. The hybrid. You're going to forget that you met jeno and me today. you were idling around and nothing special happened. now leave." she looked into both Renjun and Jaemin's eyes. watching them nod, she stepped back. 

turning on their heels, they left, wordlessly. taking a deep breath, she opened the door and peeked over her shoulder, "Want me to drag you in or you're coming yourself?" snapping out of his bewilderment, he jogged to the passenger seat and got in. buckling his seatbelt, he gave her a timid look, "are you mad at me?"

his low voice sank into her foggy head and snapped her out of her deep thoughts. releasing a deep sigh, she turned the car on, "No, I'm not." she answered him curtly. "you didn't lie. that's enough."

"You know....for a second there...I thought you were going to kill them." he stroked the soft black fur of the sleeping cat. clicking her tongue, she took a u-turn. "well, they're your friends so it won't be a nice way to start a date now, is it?" letting an airy chuckle, she arched a brow at him. "they're your friends, right?" nodding, she sighed.

"so we're still having the date?" rolling her eyes, she answered him with a taunting smirk. "let's hope it ends pleasingly." sending him a wink, he caught her meaning. "more reasons not to escape I guess." she chuckled at his smug grin.

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Incheon's Warlock

Chanyeol percebia o ar começar a faltar em seus pulmões enquanto sentia o aperto cada vez mais forte em seu pescoço. Tentava se desprender de qualquer forma, mas era quase impossível, desfalecendo aos poucos até que o ar finalmente voltasse aos pulmões, fazendo-o engasgar por causa da entrada de ar repentina

— Você está distraído. Muito. — A garota comentou, vendo o chicote voltando a se enrolar nos braços até alcançar o pescoço e se tornar um colar em formato de serpente — Eu poderia ter te matado, você sabe.

O Park não disse nada, ainda estava de joelhos no chão esperando a respiração voltar ao normal enquanto encarava a bota de salto alto da garota que, assim como ele, estava vestida completamente de preto.

— Você está distraído. — A morena repetiu num suspiro. — É o Sehun de novo?

Perguntou, dessa vez estendendo a mão para ajudá-lo a se erguer. Chanyeol aceitou a ajuda e levantou-se com uma careta no rosto, finalmente tornando a olhar a mais baixa, que agora soltava o cabelo para amarrar em um rabo de cavalo alto outra vez, já que o penteado tinha se desfeito no meio da briga.

— Ele está atrasado, Soo — Chanyeol finalmente falou — Pela quarta vez seguida. Sehun está achando que isso é brincadeirinha de criança e simplesmente jogou as responsabilidades dele pro ralo por causa de uma fada. Uma fada!

Sooyoung estalou a língua contra o céu da boca, colocando uma mecha  que o elástico não conseguiu prender atrás da orelha.

— Eu acho que você tá focando no lance errado, sabe? O Sehun se envolver com uma fada é okay. Acho que ele o problema na verdade é a irresponsabilidade dele enquanto um caçador de sombras. — Comentou, pensativa. — Ainda assim, acho que a gente devia dar um desconto, né? Ele tá apaixonado e finalmente longe dos pais, então… Ele tem uma chance de viver o que ele sempre quis.

Chanyeol soltou uma risada sem humor.

— É tranquilo namorar uma fada? Sooyoung… Somos caçadores de sombras. Pensando em todas as criaturas do acordo, nós somos superiores. Sehun se envolver com alguém de fora, e pior… Uma fada… Não tem como ser ok.

A garota deu de ombros.

— Acho meio idiota da sua parte essa visão de que nós, caçadores de sombras, somos superiores. Somos meio humanos e meio anjos, e daí? No final das contas quem era o anjo incrível e etc, etc era o Raziel. Nós somos apenas os escolhidos por ele para fazer com que o mundo funcione bem.

— Apenas os escolhidos?

— Eu não vou entrar nessa discussão com você, Chanyeol. — A garota foi objetiva. — Você tem sua opinião e eu tenho a minha. Além de que, não sou sua Parabatai e nem mesmo sou o Sehun pra ouvir você falando merda até querer fazer com que eu enfie minha estela em meus olhos… Então, vamos nos poupar, certo?

O caçador de sombras suspirou e acabou assentindo com a cabeça a contragosto. 

Ser caçador de sombras sempre significou tudo para ele; caçadores de sombras eram criaturas que tinham em suas veias o sangue angelical. Há milhares de anos, um anjo, Raziel, ofereceu seu sangue em um cálice para um humano chamado Jonathan para que ele pudesse ter o dom angelical e assim, poder caçar e matar demônios que escapavam por entre portais e faziam mal a qualquer criatura que visse.

Os caçadores de sombra viviam em Alicante, uma cidade escondida onde apenas os próprios e os que fossem convidados por eles poderiam entrar. Ainda assim, existiam institutos separados por todo o mundo onde os caçadores de sombras mais novos treinavam e saíam em missões em busca de demônios para tentar manter a paz na terra. 

Além dos caçadores de sombras, haviam os vampiros, as fadas, os lobisomens e os feiticeiros e todos eles viviam em paz frente a um acordo que haviam feito há também milhares de anos atrás. Um não se envolvia no mundo do outro e seguiam assim, ainda que por vezes houvesse um conflito ou outro.

— Vamos de novo. — Chanyeol disse num tom firme, estalando o pescoço e ganhando uma risada da garota mais nova.

— Pra você apanhar de novo? Faça-me o favor, Park. Vai tomar banho e estudar o grimório. Hoje você não serve pra lutar nem com um humano.

— Você não tem amor à vida, não é, Sooyoung?

A garota esticou os lábios pintados de um batom rubro em um meio sorriso.

— Se eu tivesse, não seria uma caçadora de sombras, seria? 

Chanyeol negou com a cabeça e se permitiu sorrir levemente em resposta à garota antes de lhe dar as costas.

Sabia que a prima estava certa, não tinha qualquer concentração para treinar enquanto Sehun não chegasse.

Os dois se conheciam desde sempre. O Clã Oh e o Clã Park sempre viveram juntos em Alicante e foi natural que as duas crianças acabassem criando um vínculo que com o tempo cresceu ainda mais até que ambos decidiram que seriam parabatai um do outro. 

Para os caçadores de sombras, parabatai era o maior nível de confiança que poderia haver entre dois caçadores. Os Parabatai independem de gênero, mas era claro que ambos não podiam ter qualquer envolvimento amoroso. Era um amor e confiança puras e genuínas. Ambos marcavam a runa de parabatai um no outro e faziam um juramento frente ao Conselho.

Rogo não deixá-lo,

ou voltar após segui-lo;

Pois, para onde fores, irei,

E onde estiver, estarei;

Os teus serão os meus,

e teu Deus, o meu Deus,

Onde morreres, eu morrerei, e lá serei enterrado.

O anjo o fez para mim, mas também,

nada senão a morte partirá a mim e a ti.

Não é algo comum um caçador de sombras ter um parabatai, pois encontrar alguém de tal nível de confiança é muito raro, aqueles que encontravam são considerados abençoados. 

Os parabatais quando lutam juntos são ainda mais fortes e, quando um faz a runa na pele do outro, isso a torna ainda mais poderosa. Há quem diga que um parabatai consegue sentir o exato momento em que o outro morre e um parabatai não pode ter outro além daquele que escolheu pela primeira vez e sua dissolução apenas acontece quando um deles morre.

Foi natural para Chanyeol aceitar quando Sehun o propôs tal coisa porque sabia que queria o Oh ao seu lado até o fim de sua vida. Ele conseguia sentir, de maneira inexplicável, que ambos haviam nascido para compartilhar a vida, juntos, em batalhas.

Agora, Park começava a se questionar sobre sua própria escolha. Há pouco mais de um ano, sua família foi encubida de assumir o Instituto em Seoul e como Sehun havia recém feito dezoito anos, foi natural que ele também fosse junto com os Parks para lá, deixando Idris — Alicante era sua capital — para que pudessem começar suas primeiras missões mais sérias.

O problema ocorreu há menos de três meses quando, em uma das missões, Sehun conheceu Baekhyun, uma fada da Corte Seelie. Aparentemente ambos tinham se apaixonado e estavam tendo algum tipo de relação.

Chanyeol não confiava em fadas. Ninguém devia confiar nelas! Ainda que não pudessem mentir, eram inteligentes e maliciosas o suficiente para enganar qualquer um com suas respostas metafóricas e suas indagações confusas. Desde criança aprendera que jamais deveria aceitar qualquer acordo com aquelas criaturinhas pois as mesmas nunca saíam perdendo.

Grunhiu irritado quando entrou no quarto, puxando a camisa preta de modo que ficou apenas com o peitoral desnudo, as runas contrastando com sua pele branca. Runas eram marcas feitas com auxílio de uma estela — algo muito parecido com uma varinha — que davam poderes angelicais aos caçadores de sombras. 

Sempre antes de lutar ou treinar, eles marcavam a si, de modo que era completamente comum que toda a pele dos caçadores de sombra fossem marcadas por elas — algumas delas ficavam desbotadas e eram refeitas conforme necessidade. Cada runa tinha um significado determinado, que podia ser desde velocidade à camuflagem para que os mundanos — humanos —  não pudessem vê-los.

Chanyeol olhou seu reflexo no espelho e novamente bufou, descendo o olhar para runa de parabatai que estava exatamente em seu quadril, muito próximo do osso ílio.

— A Soo disse que você estaria por aqui.

O garoto nem precisou virar o corpo para saber de quem se tratava. Respirou fundo para conter todo o estresse que corria em suas veias antes de finalmente fitar o loiro que estava próximo a porta.

Sehun estava vestido completamente de preto, o que não era algo tão surpreendente assim. Caçadores de sombras vestiam preto em quase cem por cento do tempo, era um símbolo deles. Sempre com vestimentas negras e de couro mesmo que não estivessem em uma missão específica.

— Você perdeu a hora do treinamento, outra vez. — Apontou de modo óbvio, cruzando os braços em frente ao peito desnudo.

— Eu tive um contratempo. — Murmurou, coçando a nuca de modo nervoso. 

Chanyeol revirou os olhos. Sehun nunca soube mentir.

— Um contratempo? Na corte das fadas, imagino eu.

Sehun arregalou os olhos e negou com a cabeça.

— Eu não vou pra lá. Eu não sou burro! 

Agora foi Chanyeol que negou com a cabeça, um sorriso incrédulo preso em seus lábios.

— Não é burro? Se envolvendo com uma fada? Pelo amor de Raziel, Sehun. Já é o quarto dia seguido que você chega atrasado ao treinamento. Eu e a Soo estamos tendo que mentir descaradamente para meus pais para cobrir sua irresponsabilidade e você quer dizer pra mim que não é burro? Deixando uma fada fazer sua cabeça?

— O Baekhyun não está fazendo minha cabeça, Chanyeol. — Falou em tom sério, também cruzando os braços em frente ao peitoral.

— Claro, porque podemos confiar em uma fada, né? Ainda mais em uma que está te fazendo esquecer o que é.

— Eu sei o que sou, Chanyeol. Sou um caçador de sombras. Aquele que deve proteger toda e qualquer criatura que esteja nessa terra, inclusive uma fada!

Chanyeol bagunçou os fios negros e tornou a negar com a cabeça, completamente incrédulo.

— Proteger com a boca? Com o pau? Acha que eu não sei o que vocês dois ficam fazendo por aí, Sehun? Você se deixou ser seduzido por uma fada. Acho que, pior que isso, só se você tivesse se envolvendo com um feiticeiro. Porque de resto... Nem sei mais o que esperar de você.

— Eu não vou ficar ouvindo você falando merda pra mim, Chanyeol — Sehun disse, irritado. — Eu vou treinar, se você quiser ir lá e treinar também, que bom. Se não quiser, melhor ainda. Mas não me vem com esse papo como se você soubesse o que é melhor pra minha vida. Eu sei o que estou fazendo.

— Você é uma criança, Sehun!

O loiro fechou completamente a expressão.

— Chanyeol, me faz um favor? Vai tomar bem no meio do seu cu! — E saiu do quarto sem dar qualquer espaço para respostas.

Eu vou ter que resolver isso do meu jeito. 

Foi tudo que Chanyeol pensou vendo a porta do quarto sendo fechada.

…

Saiu do instituto sem avisar aos pais ou a quem quer que fosse. Estava de noite e o barulho dos carros indo e vindo ganhavam as ruas iluminadas de Seoul. O instituto, aos olhos dos mundanos, nada mais era que uma igreja abandonada e caindo aos pedaços, onde ninguém teria coragem de entrar porque parecia que ia desabar a qualquer momento. 

Quem fosse um caçador de sombra ou tivesse a visão — mundanos que conseguem ter contato com o mundo mágico — veria um castelo belíssimo, muito parecido com os monumentos que existiam no Oriente antigo. O Instituto de Seoul não era tão grande quanto o do Japão, mas tinha seu poder e sempre recebia visitantes vindos de países vizinhos que cumpriam suas missões.

Ventava forte na cidade, mas aquilo não pareceu incomodar Chanyeol que estava vestido com um grande casaco preto que tinha um capuz que fazia um bom trabalho em esconder os seus fios negros. Andava de cabeça baixa ainda que ninguém fosse vê-lo, apenas por conta de um costume; sempre tinha que parecer o mais invisível possível para não chamar atenção de outras criaturas mágicas. 

Se viu pegando um metrô para o outro lado da cidade, encostado em uma das portas observando os rostos cansados dos mundanos que pareciam voltar para casa depois de um fim de expediente. Ouviu risadas vindas de outro vagão, de um grupo de jovens bêbados que gritavam e falavam alguma coisa sobre sauna; não prestou tanta atenção.

Por costume, levou a mão à lâmina serafim que estava no coldre de sua calça. Lâminas serafim são as principais armas de fogo dos caçadores de sombras. São feitas de adamas pelas irmãs de ferros — caçadoras de sombra que abriram mão de suas vidas para forjar as armas — e só podiam ser usadas ao ser clamado o nome de um anjo.

Se não fosse invocado o nome, ela nada mais era que um tubo de aresta sem corte, mas ao ser dito o nome do anjo, se tornava em uma adaga brilhante, clara e incandescente, que tinha poder de ferir e matar os demônios.

Acredita-se também que a lâmina serafim não tem em sua composição apenas o fogo celestial, mas também parte da alma do anjo invocado pelo caçador de sombras. Chanyeol nomeou a sua de Uriel, o anjo do fogo, protetor do sol; de alguma forma, achava que refletia sua personalidade.

Desceu na última estação e, em passos apressados, subiu as escadas até voltar a sentir o frio cortante que fazia naquela noite de inverno na Coreia. As luzes ali estavam cada vez mais fortes e coloridas, mostrando que entrava na parte mais badalada da cidade.

Em poucos minutos estava em frente a um bar com características ligeiramente góticas e apenas olhou para o segurança da porta, que liberou sua entrada sem questionamentos. 

Uma música alta ecoava por todo ambiente e sabia que havia as mais diversas criaturas por ali, mas não deu muita atenção. Estava em busca de uma específica. Atravessou a multidão de gente dançando e logo estava no balcão, sentando em uma das cadeiras antes de sentir um par de olhos cor de rosa em cima de si.

— Tenho a sensação que te conheço, Caçador de sombras — A voz chegou em seus ouvidos, ainda que a música estivesse alta.

Chanyeol se permitiu olhar melhor para a criatura. Era bem mais baixa que si e tinha a pele cintilante, que brilhava em meio às luzes piscantes. Os olhos eram cor de rosa, assim como o cabelo que estavam presos em um coque mal feito deixando as pontas das orelhas à mostra. As asas — quase transparentes — batiam vez ou outra antes de voltar a se esconder nas costas do dono, que deixava a língua bifurcada escapar por entre os lábios.

— Park Chanyeol. — O caçador se apresentou, fazendo o outro levantar a sobrancelha — também cor de rosa — em entendimento.

— O parabatai do Sehun.

— Baekhyun, imagino. A fada com quem Sehun está perdendo seu precioso tempo. — Disse de modo debochado, fazendo a fada cruzar os braços de modo desconfiado.

— Devo imaginar que sua visita a mim não seja de boa vontade. O que queres de mim, Caçador de sombras? 

— Quero que deixe o Sehun em paz. — Disse certeiro. — Não confio em você e sei que enfeitiçou ele para que ele se tornasse esse idiota de marca maior que está faltando a treinamentos e sendo um estúpido com a própria família. Você deve bem saber que o caçador mal treinado é um caçador morto… O que ganha com a morte dele?

Baekhyun arqueou ambas as sobrancelhas e encostou o corpo no batente do balcão.

— Não quero o Sehun morto, Caçador. 

— Não acredito em você!

— Deveria. Fadas não mentem e você sabe bem disso. Afinal de contas, pelo que me parece, você gosta de passar muito tempo treinando. — Ditou em deboche, fazendo o Park bufar.

— Pode não ser a morte dele que você queira, mas a destruição certamente. Sabe que a Clave jamais aceitaria tal relacionamento.

— Por eu ser do gênero masculino?

— E por ser uma fada. Você sabe que não foi feito para um caçador. Saiba que, seja lá qual foi o encanto que você colocou em cima do Sehun, vai passar. Então simplesmente seja mais rápido e pare com essa graça. Tá sendo uma perda de tempo.

— Ele te disse isso? — Perguntou de modo desafiador.

— Ele não precisa me dizer. Eu conheço o meu melhor amigo, fada. Sei que é questão de tempos para que você seja descartado tal todos que Sehun descartou em meio a essas loucuras dele de querer experienciar o novo. Então me faça a gentileza de largar do pé dele e para de ficar insistindo nessa maluquice sem tamanho.

— Primeiramente, você não é ninguém pra me dizer o que faço ou deixo de fazer, Caçador. — Chanyeol revirou os olhos — Segundo, acredito que cabe a mim e ao Sehun decidir qualquer coisa que seja relacionada a nós. Terceiro, que eu não estou no pé dele. Ele está me ajudando, saiba você.

— Ajudando a que? A não ficar de pau duro por muito tempo? Faça-me o favor, fada. Vocês são apenas criaturinhas ardilosas que exalam escrotidão e luxúria para onde quer que seja. É exatamente por isso que Sehun ainda insiste nisso, porque ele está sendo um otário descobrindo as novidades do sexo com uma fada.

— Você fala com propriedade demais sobre minha performance na cama, caçador. Inclusive, parece bem íntimo. Julga algo que também vives a fazer? 

A fada encostou o queixo nas mãos, os cílios cor de rosa batendo diversas vezes enquanto sorria de lado.

— Eu não me misturo com raças do submundo, fada. Nunca tive e nem terei qualquer pretensão de descer tão baixo. 

Baekhyun estreitou os olhos e desencostou do balcão, a língua bifurcada novamente escapando de sua boca antes de suspirar.

— Saia daqui. — Disse depois de um tempo, num tom baixo, ainda que os olhos estreitos demonstrassem raiva.

— Você me ouviu, fada. Fique longe do Sehun.

Chanyeol disse por uma última vez antes de se levantar de onde estava sentado e sumir por entre as criaturas dançando para ganhar mais uma vez a noite fria de Seoul.

[...]

— PUTA QUE PARIU, SOOYOUNG!

A garota gargalhou de modo divertido, vendo o chicote voltar para os seus braços tal como uma cobra e se enrolar em seu pescoço no típico colar que carregava com frequência.

— Você deu bobeira. — Cantarolou, puxando todos os fios do cabelo para um lado, tentando fazer uma trança de qualquer jeito.

— Precisa ter acertado logo aqui? — Grunhiu ainda caído no chão, a mão sobre a virilha enquanto os olhos lacrimejavam. — Demônios nem tem órgãos genitais!

 — E…? Não é como se fossemos lutar só com eles, não é mesmo? Seja mais esperto, priminho. Seja mais esperto. Sua sorte foi que eu não pisei no seu queridinho com o salto da minha bota.

 — Ainda vou enfiar esse salto da sua bota no seu cu, filha da puta! — Ainda resmungava irritado, levantando enquanto tirava a estela do bolso para reforçar a runa de cura em seu braço.

— Me deixe longe de seus fetiches, priminho. Obrigada. Inclusive, hoje temos uma missão, não é? O que me lembra… Sehun não deveria estar aqui? 

Chanyeol apenas bufou com a indagação e nem se deu ao trabalho de responder, totalmente impaciente. 

Achava que depois da conversa que tivera com a fada há dois dias atrás, aquele romancezinho sem sentido entre o melhor amigo e a criaturinha da corte Seelie, chegaria ao fim. Mas, aparentemente, precisava fazer um pouco mais.

— Soo! O Sehunnie trouxe uma fada para o instituto.

Chanyeol virou o rosto tão rápido que acabou estralando sem querer, vendo o primo de 7 anos, irmão da Sooyoung, na porta com os olhos encantados.

— O SEHUN O QUÊ? 

Chanyeol nem se deu conta que gritou até ver os olhos arregalados da criança. Ainda assim, não pareceu se incomodar porque se viu atravessando a sala de treinamento, passando direto pelo pequeno ignorando completamente os gritos da prima.

Mal chegou na porta da enfermaria e se viu empurrado com força contra a parede, as costas sentindo a dor do impacto e um braço pressionando seu pescoço.

— Isso é tudo culpa sua!

Foi naquele momento que Chanyeol percebeu que quem estava o atacando nada mais era que seu parabatai, que tinha cortes ao longo do rosto e os olhos brilhavam de um modo que o Park nunca havia visto antes.

— Solta ele, Sehun! — Ouviu a prima gritar no fim do corredor, mas não surtiu qualquer efeito.

Chanyeol se viu chutando o Oh para sair do aperto e antes que pudesse dizer qualquer coisa, foi novamente atacado por seu parabatai. Ainda que estivesse irritado com Sehun, não queria machucá-lo e por isso se limitava a se defender dos golpes que lhe eram deferidos até o momento em que o mais novo o socou no rosto.

— URIEL! — Gritou tirando a lâmina do bolso.

— CASSIEL! — Sehun também gritou pegando a sua, ambas brilhando no corredores.

— PAREM COM ESSA MERDA AGORA MESMO! AGORA MESMO! — A garota gritou correndo para ficar entre os dois caçadores que se olhavam com raiva — VOCÊS SABEM QUE NÃO PODEM ATACAR UM DOS SEUS. GUARDEM ESSAS ARMAS AGORA, AGORA MESMO!

Continuaram a se encarar por alguns segundos e foi Sehun o primeiro a baixar a própria arma, sendo seguido do Chanyeol que não deixava de olhar um segundo que fosse.

— Pelo amor de Raziel, o que vocês estão fazendo? Vocês são parabatais! Vocês fizeram um juramento! Fizeram um juramento de que protegeriam um ao outro e agora querem se matar? Surtaram?

A garota parecia completamente incrédula, o chicote todo enrolado no seu braço para ser usado a qualquer momento se ambos decidissem continuar aquela briga absurda.

— ELE ME ATACOU! — Chanyeol falou entre raiva e ainda incredulidade.

— VOCÊ ESTRAGOU TUDO CHANYEOL. VOCÊ ESTRAGOU TUDO! 

— DE QUE MERDA VOCÊ TA FALANDO, SEHUN?

— O BAEKHYUN ESTÁ MORRENDO E A CULPA É TODA SUA. TODA SUA. COMO VOCÊ PODE FAZER ISSO?

— EU NÃO FIZ PORRA NENHUMA, FICOU MALUCO?

— Para! Parem de gritar agora mesmo! — Sooyoung falou impaciente — Além de estarmos em frente a enfermaria, vocês não querem chamar a atenção dos mais velhos, querem?

Ambos ficaram calados, mas era óbvio que queriam continuar o ataque verbal gratuito.

— O que aconteceu, Sehun? — A garota tornou a falar, olhando para o loiro que suspirou, as mãos trêmulas bagunçando os próprios fios de cabelo.

— Chanyeol foi atrás dele e isso o expôs. Ele está sendo perseguido há um tempo por um feiticeiro com quem a mãe do Baekhyun fez um acordo há anos atrás. Eu estava ajudando ele a entender o que havia acontecido já que a mãe dele morreu quando ele ainda era criança, para evitar que algo ruim acontecesse. Mas Chanyeol achou inteligente ir até ele e além de falar um monte de porcaria deixou Baekhyun exposto.  

— Como assim?

— Ele veio ao instituto para terminar comigo. — Sehun respondeu para a prima. — Estava por perto e acabei o vendo. Obviamente fui perguntar o que ele estava fazendo aqui, havíamos combinado que ele não ficaria longe do bar onde era seguro. Então ele me contou tudo que o Chanyeol disse a ele e que, para o meu bem e proteção, iria terminar comigo e ele mesmo lidaria com o feiticeiro. E adivinha só, Chanyeol? Fomos atacados, completamente desprevenidos porque você ACHA QUE SABE O QUE EU DEVO FAZER COM A MINHA PRÓPRIA VIDA!

Chanyeol pareceu ter levado um soco na cara muito mais dolorido no momento em que ouviu a frase final do seu melhor amigo sendo dita através de lágrimas. Não conseguiu dizer nada enquanto a garota abraçava o mais novo de modo apertado falando que tudo ia ficar bem.

Acabou dando alguns passos pra trás um tanto chocado em perceber que Sehun realmente estava faltando os treinamentos para ajudar a fada e não só vê-lo com interesses amorosos e sexuais; agora, além de tudo, tinha a responsabilidade de uma quase morte de uma criatura que, gostando ou não, ele teria que proteger.

— Onde está ele? 

Sehun apontou para dentro da enfermaria e logo a Park entrou, sendo seguida pelo mais novo enquanto Chanyeol se limitava a ficar na porta observando a figura desacordada em uma das macas.

Sooyoung levou a mão ao rosto da fada desacordada que agora tinha alguns fios brancos em meio aos fios cor de rosa, como se alguma forma a sua energia estivesse se esvaindo; nem mesmo sua pele cintilava como normalmente.

— Ele foi enfeitiçado. — Disse depois de um tempo. — Ele não tem marcas de mordidas ou garras. Possivelmente foi enfeitiçado enquanto você lutava. Dificilmente fadas sucumbem por causa de demônios.

— Enfeitiçado? — Sehun perguntou para ela. — Isso deveria ser boas ou má notícias?

— Depende. Não somos bons com magias, você sabe. Talvez seja mais inteligente levá-lo para sua corte. As fadas vão saber cuidar muito melhor do que a gente, ainda que… Eu desconfio que quem saberá cuidar disso vai ser um feiticeiro.

— Então temos que levá-lo!

— É mais prudente pedir que as fadas venham buscá-lo.

— Vocês vão deixar que mais fadas entrem no instituto? — Chanyeol finalmente falou e pareceu ter sido o pior momento possível.

— Eu conheço alguém que pode nos ajudar nisso — A garota tornou a falar. — Ninguém mais precisa entrar, resolveremos isso através do portal. Só preciso entrar em contato para saber qual o melhor momento para isso.

— E quanto ao feiticeiro? — Sehun indagou tristonho.

— O único feiticeiro que temos aqui é o Kim. O que mora em Incheon. — A caçadora disse num suspiro — Ele odeia caçadores. 

— Eu vou falar com ele!

— Sehun, é mais prudente a gente levar o Baekhyun para que seja cuidado com o povo dele primeiro. Depois veremos sobre a questão do Kim, tudo bem? 

O loiro assentiu com a cabeça, antes de olhar para a fada desacordada pegando em suas mãos e fazendo um carinho suave na palma gélida.

— Você vai ficar bom. Eu prometo. Eu prometi que te protegeria e não vou falhar — Disse baixinho em meio a lágrimas.

Chanyeol negou com a cabeça e deu as costas, saindo de perto dali sob o olhar decepcionado da prima.

[...]

Chanyeol estava arrependido e isso era terrível porque era um sentimento que dificilmente lhe ocorria. Ver o melhor amigo e parabatai chorando por consequências de ações suas o machucou de uma maneira que ele nunca achava que poderia ser machucado. 

Sempre fora forte, frio e muito assertivo em tudo que queria e fazia. Aprendeu desde cedo com os pais sobre a importância de não ter fragilidades e que o amor nada mais era uma arma poderosa que o podia destruir por completo.

Sabia que os pais não tinham um casamento feliz. Acabaram se casando por acordos depois que a mãe se envolveu com um lobisomem e, por pouco, não se tornou um escândalo para a família. O seu pai lhe dizia isso constantemente, alegando em como essas criaturas do submundo seduziam eles, criaturas superiores, e os enganavam a ponto de destruir os caçadores de sombras de dentro pra fora.

Era por isso que não gostava deles e não confia nem um pouco em nenhum, não importava quem fosse. Sehun, diferente de si, era mais animado, aberto ao mundo e a novas possibilidades. Era uma constante que sempre pareceu fazer sentido, ainda que o Park sempre temesse que isso deixasse o Oh fraco e frágil em guerras. 

Agora sentia que fora pelo seu modo frívolo de ver as coisas que poderia ser ele a pessoa que ia destruir um vínculo de construção forte com o melhor amigo e por isso estava determinado a consertar o que tinha feito, independente do que custasse.

Quando chegou em Incheon era pouco mais de uma da manhã. A cidade parecia completamente acordada com suas luzes e músicas altas e, ainda assim, não fora difícil achar exatamente o que buscava.

Já tinha ouvido falar de Kim Jongin antes. O único feiticeiro que residia na Coreia depois de ser expulso do Japão e China por motivos que ninguém sabia apontar com certeza. Também sabia que ele não gostava de caçadores de sombra por coisas que aconteceram há centenas de anos, eventos cujos detalhes eram incertos para todos. 

No fim, só sabia que se pudesse evitar o caminho dele, deveria evitar. Seria melhor para todos.

Bateu na porta de madeira e quando a mesma fora aberta, desacordou aquele que possivelmente era o segurança do lugar. A casa era enorme e, assim como o bar em que estivera dias atrás, estava abarrotado das mais diversas criaturas que dançavam e bebiam líquidos coloridos. 

Acabou por chamar atenção ainda que estivesse em suas roupas negras costumeiras porque tudo lá estava colorido demais, cheio de plumas e tecidos neons que gritavam diante de seus olhos tão acostumados com a monocromia de seu dia a dia.

Não sabia exatamente como Jongin era fisicamente, mas no momento em que colocou os olhos nele, sabia que era ele. Era impossível não reconhecer um feiticeiro.

Feiticeiros viviam milhares de anos, filhos de mundanos com demônios. Todos tinham uma característica única e diferente que os distinguiam uns dos outros. Alguns tinham pele colorida, tentáculos ou orelhas semelhantes às das fadas; não era o caso de Jongin.

O feiticeiro tinha uma pele bronzeada que brilhava no meio da festa, provavelmente fruto de uma poção de purpurina dourada que banhava a pele desnuda. Vestia apenas uma cueca boxer vermelha e nada mais, os olhos dourados brilhando mais do que a própria pele enquanto duas orelhas felinas de pelos pretos moviam-se levemente entre os fios escuros de cabelo que lhe cobriam a testa.

Ele estava sentado no colo de uma fada de cabelos amarelos e asas que pareciam ter as sete cores do arco-íris. Ele murmurava algo no ouvido da garota que ria enquanto passava a mão no peitoral desnudo do mesmo, parecendo concordar com seja lá o que fosse que o feiticeiro estivesse falando.

Chanyeol não tardou em ir em direção ao mesmo e, quando chegou à sua frente, teve toda a atenção voltada para si. As orelhas de gato que até então estavam baixas se ergueram, assim como a sobrancelha do moreno, que fitou o Park dos pés à cabeça.

— Não lembro de ter convidado um caçador de sombras para a festa. — Disse de modo calmo, sem fazer qualquer tipo de movimento ou demonstração de incômodo. 

— Você vem comigo para o Instituto de Seoul. Agora! 

Jongin estreitou os olhos e novamente olhou para o Park dos pés a cabeça antes de fazer uma pequena careta.

— Bonitinho, mas nah. Braços fortes, possivelmente um peitoral okay escondido no meio dessas roupas de viúvos. O que estou percebendo embaixo não me parece muito apetitoso e atrás não vejo carne o suficiente para apertar ou dar uns bons tapas, então… Dispenso. 

Chanyeol arregalou os olhos antes de fechar a cara, completamente ofendido. Aquele feiticeiro de araque achava que ele, um caçador de sombras, ia se dar ao trabalho de ir ali atrás de sexo com uma criatura do submundo? Ainda mais uma prole de demônio?

Raziel, o mundo está perdido.

— Olha aqui, feiticeiro, você vai comigo agora mesmo!

Antes que Chanyeol pudesse segurar no pulso do Kim, o feiticeiro estalou os dedos, fazendo com que o Park acabasse caindo de joelhos. Estava praticamente petrificado. Jongin acabou por levantar do colo da garota e caminhou até o caçador de sombras, ficando em pé na frente dele, os braços cruzados sobre o peito desnudo enquanto o nariz do Park quase tocava a barriga do moreno.

— Por que todo caçador se acha tão superior? — Perguntou de modo dramático, um biquinho se formando em seus lábios — É até fofa a maneira como vocês, quanto mais novos, mais burros são. Mas deixa o Tio Jongin te explicar, coisa fofa, — falou com um sorriso, apertando a bochecha do mais novo. — eu faço exatamente o que eu quero. Não é você, nem nenhuma criatura nesse universo, que vai definir o que eu faço ou deixo de fazer. Não me misturo com sua raça, querido. Vocês são egoístas, egocêntricos e realmente acham que o mundo mágico gira em torno de vocês, mas deixa eu te contar… Não gira.

Chanyeol pareceu tentar se mover, mas não conseguiu, só os olhos piscavam.

— Eu não vou a lugar nenhum. Nem com você, nem com ninguém. Primeiro, — Levantou o indicador. — você entrou numa festa sem ser convidado. Segundo... — Ergueu mais um dedo. — Você me tratou como se eu fosse um objeto e certo, eu até gosto de ser objeto sexual vez ou outra, mas não foi bem o caso. Terceiro! — Ergueu o terceiro o dedo. — Quando precisamos de alguém, a gente pede. Com jeitinho. Diz por favor. E às vezes oferece algo em troca. Sinceramente não acho que você tenha qualquer coisa a me oferecer… Talvez um boquetezinho? Talvez. A boca parece boa pra isso. — Disse com um meio sorriso, apertando os lábios do caçador. — Mas... pela petulância, deve negar o prazer da carne. Deve ser completamente inexperiente e, depois de centenas de anos… Não tenho mais saco pra ensinar. Logo, eu vou deixar você sair por onde entrou, sem ninguém te machucar, porque eu sou muito, muuuuuuito legal mesmo! Mas não quero mais ver esse seu rostinho fofo, certo?

E estalou os dedos outra vez, caminhando preguiçosamente para onde estava, dessa vez sentando no colo de homem que poderia ser muito bem um lobisomem.

Chanyeol levantou com o rosto completamente vermelho e as mãos fechadas em punho ao lado do corpo. A vontade era pegar sua lâmina, clamar por Uriel e picotar o feiticeiro em vários pedacinhos, mas sabia que não conseguia tal feito. Estaria morto antes disso.

— É por falta de adeus, coisa fofa? — Jongin tornou a falar. — Byeeeezinho! Vá pela sombra e tome cuidado! Perigoso um bebê desses essa hora na rua. — Sorriu maldoso, as orelhas movendo-se levemente sobre os fios negros a língua de aspecto felino lhe escapando entre os carnudos.

O caçador de sombra se viu engolindo seco e respirando fundo, dando as costas para o feiticeiro enquanto sentia a humilhação lhe queimar pelos poros. 

Aquilo não ficaria assim!

[...]

— Você foi na casa do Feiticeiro Kim? 

A voz da garota era tão incrédula que Chanyeol não sabia interpretar como se ela estivesse surpreendida com a coragem ou com a burrice do outro. Possivelmente, os dois. 

— Fui. 

— E ele te atendeu? 

— Não exatamente. Talvez tenha invadido uma festa dele e até conversado, mas não saiu exatamente como eu esperava. 

Sooyoung revirou os olhos e Chanyeol tinha certeza que o tom da primeira pergunta se devia unicamente à sua burrice. A caçadora negou com a cabeça antes de lamber os lábios pintados de carmim, colocando uma mecha de cabelo atrás da orelha com a mão direita. 

— Kim Jongin odeia caçadores, já te disse isso. No plus, tenho certeza de que sua abordagem foi péssima. Aposto que você chegou lá se achando o rei da cocada preta, mandando e desmandando, e ele não ficou muito feliz com isso, né? 

Chanyeol ao menos teve a decência de mostrar um bico culposo nos lábios. 

— É por isso que ele não gosta de caçadores de sombra, Yeollie. Ele não gosta de ser ordenado. Ele tem sua própria forma de trabalhar, seu próprio tempo e sua própria vontade. Se de alguma forma você quer o perdão do Sehun o ajudando com o auxílio do Kim, você vai precisar mudar a sua abordagem. 

— Você deveria vir comigo. 

— O problema é seu, você que resolva ele. Eu não vou ser sua porta-voz, isso possivelmente só vai fazê-lo recuar ainda mais. — Explicou como se falasse o óbvio. — Assuma a coragem que sempre bateu no peito falando que tem e volte lá. Use por favor, que não sei se você sabe, mas é uma partícula que utilizamos quando pedimos algo para outro educadamente. 

Chanyeol bufou. 

— Eu estou falando sério. A situação da fada não é muito positiva. 

— A corte... 

Sooyoung negou com a cabeça antes mesmo que Chanyeol pudesse tentar terminar sua frase. 

Não havia nada que a Corte pudesse fazer. Baekhyun estava enfeitiçado e o único que saberia desfazer aquilo seria um feiticeiro; elas poderiam até buscar um feiticeiro, mas além de não serem tão fáceis de contatar, poucos tinham a ousadia de desfazer algo feito por um de sua mesma espécie. 

Chanyeol suspirou, massageando as próprias têmporas. Havia passado pouco mais de três dias e as coisas só pareciam piorar. Sehun não falava consigo, sequer olhava para sua cara. 

O Oh estava distraído, triste e apático. Não participava de qualquer treinamento e quando não estava trancado no quarto era porque tinha ido ao reino das fadas para ver o — agora ex — namorado. 

Chanyeol continuava não concordar com aquele relacionamento, ainda achava as fadas criaturinhas não confiáveis e que possivelmente arrastaram seu parabatai para um péssimo lugar. O problema é que quando expôs aquilo para a prima, a mesma se limitou em dizer que era ele quem estava fazendo aquilo. Um caçador de sombras destruindo o outro. 

E aquilo lhe doeu mais do qualquer mordida de demônio. 

Foi com aqueles pensamentos que se viu na frente da casa do Kim outra vez, dessa vez em plena luz do dia, sem qualquer outra criatura mágica ou festa à vista. 

Bateu na porta três vezes e apenas na quarta batida foi atendido. 

Os olhos dourados apareceram pela fresta da porta e Chanyeol ainda conseguiu ver uma das orelhinhas de gato em pé entre os fios negros antes de ter a porta fechada em sua cara, fazendo-o suspirar. Ele não tinha nascido para aquilo. 

— Eu vim pedir desculpas. — Murmurou contra a porta de madeira. — Eu fui idiota antes e tenho consciência disso. Eu não devia ter simplesmente achado que as coisas deviam ser do meu jeito. Mas eu estava agindo... Com preocupação, ok? Não foi por maldade. 

Não obteve qualquer resposta, fazendo suspirar outra vez. 

— É sério. A fada com quem meu parabatai estava envolvido está enfeitiçado e não sabemos como resolver isso. E ela está enfeitiçada por minha culpa e meu melhor amigo não fala mais comigo. Eu só quero tentar resolver as coisas. Consertar a merda que fiz para que meu melhor amigo fique bem e me perdoe. 

Novamente, não teve qualquer resposta. Fechou a mão em punho, mas sabia que não tinha muito o que fazer, dando as costas para a porta de madeira e se questionando onde, talvez, encontraria outro feiticeiro. 

— Suas desculpas foram patéticas, além de mentirosas. Você não sente muito, você na verdade está puto por ser obrigado a ter que me pedir desculpas. 

O caçador de sombras virou o corpo após ouvir a voz do feiticeiro, se deparando com o olhar intenso do outro. 

Diferente da última vez, não havia qualquer purpurina em sua pele ou maquiagens  chamativas em seus olhos. Dessa vez estava vestido com uma camisa longa que tinha estampas de ursinhos e que ia até um pouco menos da metade de sua coxa. Os fios negros estavam bagunçado para todos os lados enquanto uma das orelhas de gato estava pra baixo e a outra pra cima. 

— Mas você está abrindo a porta pra mim. — Chanyeol constatou de maneira óbvia. 

— Porque a segunda parte da sua fala foi honesta e eu gosto de honestidade, caçador. — Explicou de maneira sucinta. — Entre. 

Foi a última coisa que disse antes de abrir a porta e sumir no breu da própria casa. 

Chanyeol entrou, desconfiado, a mão indo em direção ao cabo da sua lâmina serafim dentro do bolso do casaco negro. A porta de madeira fechou atrás de si e antes que pudesse conjurar um feitiço de iluminação, o ambiente ficou claro, permitindo que visse o recinto com detalhes pela primeira vez. 

Antes, mesmo com as luzes coloridas piscando, não pudera reparar em muita coisa. Agora conseguia ver o lugar espaçoso com móveis antigos e alguns objetos que Chanyeol não pôde deixar de se perguntar se foram roubados de algum museu, como alguns quadros que estavam nas paredes amareladas. 

— Não roubei eles, se quer saber. Vivi o suficiente pra ter conhecido os próprios pintores e encomendei diretamente com eles. Inclusive... Michelangelo era uma bichinha muito afetada. Escandalizava por nada. — O feiticeiro resmungou, revirando os olhos. 

Chanyeol por um momento esqueceu que o feiticeiro tinha pelo menos 1000 anos. 

— Então... 

— Uh? — O caçador perguntou levemente confuso, reparando só agora que o Kim estava sentado em um estofado rubro com um cachorro em seu colo, massageando os pelos delicadamente. 

— Me conte sobre a fada. 

— Você tem um cachorro? Por que você tem um cachorro e não um gato? — Perguntou, genuinamente confuso, fazendo o feiticeiro bufar. 

— Por isso não gosto de caçadores. Burros como uma porta. Todo feiticeiro tem que ter um gato? Tá assistindo Sabrina na Netflix, querido? 

— Olha aqui... 

Jongin ergueu uma das mãos e encarou o Park como se perguntasse se ele queria o enfrentar mais uma vez, fazendo-o suspirar. 

— Baekhyun. O nome da fada. 

— O Byun! Uma criaturinha fantástica. Olhos cor de rosa, assim como seus cabelos, certo? Cabelos lindos, devo dizer... Lembro que uma vez fiquei triste quando vi que ele cortou nos ombros. Espero que ele não tenha mais feito isso. — Murmurou para si mesmo, a unha pontiaguda pintada de rosa batucando no próprio queixo. 

— Então você o conhece. — Constatou de modo óbvio. 

— Conheço muita gente. — Deu de ombros. — A mãe dele fez um acordo péssimo no passado com um feiticeiro brasileiro. A pior raça de feiticeiro, se quer saber. Os malditos são astutos e malandros... — Estalou a língua. — Mas a pobre estava desesperada; o filho estava morrendo, não posso julgá-la. 

Chanyeol mordeu o lábio inferior meio tonto com as informações. Sabia que Baekhyun estava em problemas porque Sehun havia mencionado — gritado — isso, mas não imaginava que fosse naquela ordem. Nem mesmo acreditava que uma fada colocaria sua vida em risco em prol de outra pessoa, ainda que fosse um dos seus. 

Jongin arqueou a sobrancelha para no fim deixar um suspiro escapar de seus lábios. 

— Deixe-me adivinhar. O feiticeiro veio cobrar seu valor e agora a pobre fada está pagando caro por isso. 

— Hmm... Possivelmente? 

Jongin ficou em silêncio por longos segundos, tempo o suficiente para que o pequeno cachorrinho pulasse de seu colo e sumisse em algum dos outros cômodos da casa. 

— E onde você — Apontou para o Park — entra nisso? 

— Talvez eu tenha mandado a fada terminar com o Sehun porque não acho que um dos nossos deveria se envolver com qualquer criatura do submundo. E talvez isso tenha feito com que eles brigassem, baixassem a guarda e a fada fosse atacada? 

O feiticeiro revirou os olhos. 

— Como eu disse, caçadores são burros como portas. Além disso... Não é proibido se apaixonar pelo seu parabatai, caçador? 

— Eu não sou apaixonado pelo Sehun! — Respondeu automaticamente, horrorizado. — Eu só acho que ele não devia se envolver... 

— ...Com uma fada porque você é um preconceituoso do caralho. — Terminou a frase pelo Park que mordeu a língua para não retrucar. 

Jongin levantou do sofá e esticou os braços e se espreguiçou, para o total horror do Park que percebeu que o Kim não vestia absolutamente nada por debaixo daquela camisa longa. 

Automaticamente virou o rosto enquanto o Kim passeava pela própria sala indo em direção a uma estante, passando os dedos sobre os livros. 

— Vejamos. — Murmurou para ninguém específico. — Não. Esse também não. Nem perto. Oh! Como inflar nós em lobisomem, não lembrava desse! Definitivamente próxima leitura... — Falou num meio sorriso, tirando o livro e deixando numa mesinha ali próxima. — Por que eu tenho uma versão de Shakespeare escrita por ele? Ele era um otário melancólico e quando bebia... Sério, insuportável demais! — Falou sério para o caçador que olhou horrorizado o feiticeiro jogar a tal obra no fogo da lareira. — Aqui! Regras que preciso seguir e blá-blá-blá. 

— Regras? 

— Fui banido do Brasil. Não posso entrar lá. — Explicou como se aquilo fizesse Chanyeol entender alguma coisa. — Considerando que o feitiço possivelmente é de um brasileiro, preciso ter certeza que não vou quebrar nenhuma regra. Você não tem ideia do como é insuportável ter que passar por conselho. 

— Você foi banido de um país? 

— Seis, na verdade. — Falou em um tom ameno, simples. 

— Como...? Quer saber? Deixa pra lá. Você vai me ajudar? 

— Não por você, pela fada. — Falou objetivamente. — Mas você segue me devendo. 

— E o que você quer? — Perguntou preocupado. 

— Acredito na sua criatividade. — Sorriu ladino, os olhos dourados brilhando maldosos.

[...]

Chanyeol nunca havia ido à Corte Seelie antes. Sempre que havia algo no ambiente das fadas, Sooyoung e Sehun faziam isso sozinhos. Não que se tratasse de medo ou insegurança para ir naquele lugar, muito pelo contrário; o problema era que o Park era uma pessoa completamente sem filtro e impulsiva e isso fazia com que ele fosse um risco para si e para os amigos, considerando a sensibilidade das fadas.

Mas ali estava ele com um Feiticeiro ao seu lado e nem em seus piores pesadelos se imaginava fazendo tal coisa. 

Jongin aparentemente conhecia um dos guardas da corte, uma fada de cabelos azuis, olhos multicoloridos e pele cinzenta. Ambos conversavam sobre algo para que Chanyeol não deu a mínima atenção, preocupado em recolher todas as informações visuais possíveis em caso de alguma emboscada.

Ele estava debaixo da terra e isso já o incomodava. Estavam atravessando um grande túnel de terra que mais parecia um labirinto; as chances dele ser pego eram enormes e estava praticamente tendo que confiar sua vida ao feiticeiro que naquele segundo parecia estar bem mais ocupado em deslizar as mãos pelos braços fortes da fada.

Quando chegaram ao que parecia ser uma entrada, a fada de cabelo azul fez um gesto para que esperassem e sumiu de sua vista dos dois numa velocidade tão rápida que Chanyeol não se perguntou se era algum delírio.

— Devo te instruir? — Jongin perguntou com o corpo encostado na parede de terra.

— Eu estudo cada uma dessas raças, Feiticeiro. Não preciso de instrução.

Jongin riu, revirando os olhos.

— Suas teorias nunca serão o suficiente. São as experiências que nos fazem saber como lidar com cada uma das criaturas. E te digo, mais de 1000 anos nas costas e eu não sei falar com as fadas por muito tempo sem me colocar em enrascadas. 

Daquela vez, Chanyeol riu.

— Não faça acordos. Simples. 

— Oh, querido caçador… Não é tão simples. Eles vão te forçar a fazer acordos. Elas sempre querem algo em troca. Sempre!

— Elas não podem mentir.

— Isso não significa que elas não irão fazer você se perder nas palavras delas. As fadas são as criaturas mais espertas de todas. Não as subestime, caçador. Essa seria a pior coisa que você poderia fazer. — Falou de modo sério, as orelhas de gato se destacando sobre os fios negros, em pé, como se estivessem atentas. — Só pra eu não me arrepender, fique caladinho… Porque ter que enfrentar o Conselho dos caçadores vai ser um tiro no meu pé. Eu lido com isso.

— Você que-

Chanyeol não conseguiu concluir sua fala porque a fada de cabelo azul voltou. Olhou para Jongin e arqueou a sobrancelha fina e cor de rosa. O Kim revirou os olhos dourados e enfim deu de ombros, fazendo a fada olhar para o Park por alguns segundos antes de mover minimamente a cabeça pedindo para que o acompanhassem.

Os três caminharam por mais um túnel e atravessaram um portal feito de plantas encontrando uma sala enorme e brilhante que fazia parecer que eles não estavam mais debaixo da terra. Havia uma fonte de água enorme no meio da sala e pelas paredes subiam plantas trepadeiras com várias flores coloridas.

No final da sala, Chanyeol viu Baekhyun. Estava levitando no que parecia ser uma bolha de sabão que tinha um leve tom cor de rosa assim como os fios de cabelo do Byun outrora foram, agora completamente opacos e com mais fios brancos contrastando com o rosa morto.

Jongin estalou a língua no céu da boca, os olhos felinos se estreitaram e Chanyeol percebeu que a pupila também funcionava tal como a de um gato, deixando de ser redonda para assumir um formato de losango.

— Que filho da puta. — Jongin resmungou balançando a cabeça enquanto caminhava em direção ao Byun.

Chanyeol se sentiu levemente perdido e um tanto preocupado com a reação do outro.

Jongin se aproximou do Byun e o corpo que flutuava desceu para ficar na altura dos olhos do feiticeiro. As mãos se estenderam em frente ao corpo e uma luz branca saiu delas. Chanyeol nunca tinha visto um feiticeiro trabalhando assim tão de perto e era estranhamente bonito.

O Kim, que sempre tinha um olhar de quem ia aprontar e um sorriso de quem ia te fazer se arrepender de ter existido, naquele momento se mostrava completamente diferente. A testa estava franzida e os olhos seguiam estreitos com as pupilas modificadas. Havia um ar forte, poderoso e até misterioso que trouxe um arrepio à espinha do Park.

— Novamente… Filho da puta! — Jongin resmungou quando a luz desapareceu de suas mãos. — Já falei que os feiticeiros brasileiros são a pior raça? Os desgraçados além de fazer os piores acordos conseguem se igualar com as fadas. Conversa fiada, mentiras, enrolando… Odeio como os feiticeiros brasileiros são! Ainda que sejam bem gostosos, se quiser saber.

Chanyeol arqueou uma das sobrancelhas.

— Sério. Se for só pra uma foda casual, são os melhores. Os mais gostosos, os que mais trabalham bem. Em cima do Cristo redentor, então? Uma imagem belíssima para fazer isso!

— Cristo Redentor? Aquele monumento enorme? E isso não é blasfemo?

— Depende de no que você acredita. — Jongin pontuou. — E sim, o monumento. Você acha que sou proibido de entrar no Brasil por quê?

Chanyeol decidiu não responder aquilo.

— E sobre a fada?

— Lance complicado, mas não impossível. Vamos precisar de alguns materiais para fazer uma poção e acredito que conseguiremos acordá-lo. — Falou pensativo, o olhar caindo sob a fada.

— Vamos?

— Você acha que vou atrás de tudo sozinho? — Jongin perguntou, voltando a olhar para o Park. — A culpa é sua, você que dê seus pulos. Estou sendo legal de acompanhar você. Quer dizer, não estou sendo legal… A verdade é que acho que você não vai conseguir lembrar ou descobrir o que são os elementos que eu preciso. Caçadores são burros como uma porta!

— Eu não vou nem responder a esse último comentário.

— Porque você sabe que eu estou certo. — Sorriu. — Vamos logo. Nenhuma fada entrou e não sei se consigo segurar sua língua quando alguma entrar e vai que você acaba vendendo sua virgindade para uma delas em troca de um pau maior.

Chanyeol arregalou os olhos, completamente horrorizado.

— Eu não sou virgem!!!! — Rebateu como se tivesse ouvido a pior ofensa do mundo.

— Mas não negou o pau pequeno. — O feiticeiro retrucou com naquele maldito sorrido malicioso. — Além de que há muitas virgindades, meu querido caçador. Uma sempre pode estar disponível para trocas.

[...]

— A GENTE VAI ROUBAR? 

O cenário basicamente era Jongin e Chanyeol na frente de um grande prédio em uma rua deserta enquanto o sol brilhava de uma maneira que obrigou o caçador a abrir mão do casaco de couro, deixando os braços pintados de runas aparentes numa regata preta.

— Na verdade, vamos pedir emprestado. Sem usar palavras. Ou ações. Pegaremos e em nossos corações diremos que é um empréstimo.

— Isso é roubo, Feiticeiro. — Chanyeol replicou, revirando os olhos.

— Só se torna roubo se você colocar desse jeito!

E lá estava aquele maldito sorriso que fazia Chanyeol duvidar até do próprio caráter. Como uma pessoa conseguia bagunçar tanto seus pensamentos apenas com um sorriso ladino e aqueles ridículos olhos dourados?

O Park começava a suspeitar que estava passando muito tempo com o Kim.

— Posso saber ao menos saber de quem estamos roubando?

— Pegando emprestado! — Jongin corrigiu, sério.

— Pegando emprestado — Disse a contragosto.

Jongin lambeu os lábios e suspirou.

— Você não quer descobrir lá dentro não?

Chanyeol arqueou a sobrancelha.

— Feiticeiro…

— As crianças da noite, talvez? — Murmurou baixinho, as orelhas de gato do topo da cabeça do Kim estavam pra baixo como se ele se sentisse culpado.

— VAMPIROS?

— Fica pior quando você coloca nas palavras comuns. — Jongin pontuou com uma seriedade que não cabia em nada no momento — É sério? Você é um caçador badass. Adora destruir tudo que não é um descendente de Nephilim. Com o quê você tá preocupado???

— Eu não quero destruir todas as criaturas. — Chanyeol se defendeu. — E você está nos colocando em um covil de vampiros. Eu acho que a preocupação deve ser considerável. Alguém aqui tem que ter amor à vida.

Jongin riu.

— Vamos, querido, vai dar tudo certo.

Vai dar tudo certo foi uma frase MUITO mal colocada.

Chanyeol poderia facilmente chamar a situação de enorme catástrofe.

Sozinho teve que lutar com pelo menos uma dezena de vampiros enquanto Jongin pegava sabe-se lá o quê, sabe-se lá aonde.

A ideia era o Park ficar à espreita, vigiando enquanto Jongin ia atrás de um dos elementos que era necessário, mas o Kim era barulhento e obviamente chamou a atenção dos vampiros; e quando o caçador falava que eles precisavam fugir, o feiticeiro gritava que era pra ele segurar as pontas.

Segurar as pontas.

Mais de dez vampiros querendo matá-lo… E Jongin chamava aquilo de segurar as pontas.

Conseguiram fugir quando Jongin abriu um buraco na parede, fazendo a luz do sol entrar por aquela brecha. Os vampiros correram para o lado contrário e isso deu a oportunidade que eles precisavam  para sair de toda aquela situação com vida.

Correram por pelo menos dois quarteirões e, quando chegaram em um beco, o Kim encostou o corpo no muro e começou a gargalhar alto, os olhos praticamente fechados, fazendo Chanyeol o encarar, completamente horrorizado.

— Qual o seu problema?!

— Há mais de 200 anos que eu não trabalho em campo e eu esqueci o quão divertido é! — Explicou em meio a outra risada, genuinamente feliz.

Chanyeol ficou entre a surpresa e o choque.

— Nós quase morremos, Kim!

— NÃO FOI? — Jongin disse, feliz. — Muito bom! A dose de adrenalina que eu precisava pra me sentir vivo.

A princípio, pensou que o Kim estava tirando uma com sua cara. Mas Jongin realmente estava feliz a ponto de brilhar, quase da mesma forma que brilhava no primeiro dia em que o Park colocou os olhos nele e viu toda aquela purpurina. A diferença era que a pele do feiticeiro parecia brilhar sozinha, o tom bronzeado ficando em um tom tão bonito… Acabou balançando a cabeça para espantar qualquer pensamento do gênero.

— Na próxima vez, você vai me falar exatamente onde vamos, o que vamos fazer e com quem vamos ter que lidar. Certo?

— E perder a diversão? — Falou, horrorizado. — Não tire de mim a primeira coisa divertida que me aconteceu em duzentos anos, caçador!

—  Fala a pessoa que faz festa em casa toda noite. — Resmungou, estalando a língua no céu da boca.

— E quem disse que me divirto com isso? Cada festa é uma tentativa para ver se sinto alguma coisa. Depois de mil anos nas costas, caçador… A vida parece não ter mais sentido, ainda mais quando você acha que vivenciou tudo que já tinha pra viver. 

O olhar do Kim parecia levemente perdido enquanto falava e isso trouxe uma sensação ruim para o Park.

— Às vezes você pensa em… — Não conseguiu terminar a frase.

— Nessas últimas décadas? Penso nisso o tempo todo. — Respondeu num sorriso sem dentes. — Mas vamos! Precisamos guardar essa belezinha que eu peguei.

— Eu quero saber o que foi exatamente o que você pegou.

— Não. Você não quer saber! 

E sorriu largo outra vez, aquele brilho de alegria voltando a aparecer. 

Chanyeol suspirou, mas acabou sorrindo.

— Você ainda vai nos matar, Feiticeiro!

— Eu tenho tantas formas de te matar de outras coisas, querido…

Chanyeol arqueou as duas sobrancelhas.

— Como assim?

— Fofo! — Apertou a bochecha do garoto. — Vou deixar você pensando.

[...]

Chanyeol atravessou o corredor de modo distraído. A jaqueta de couro envolvia o corpo, mas o peitoral estava praticamente exposto e a camisa que outrora usava não parecia estar à vista. 

Os fios de cabelo estavam bagunçados, levemente grudados em sua testa, o que o forçou a puxá-los para trás assim que sentiu-se agoniado com os fios que começavam a cair sobre seus olhos; precisava urgente de um banho.

Quando virou no corredor para entrar no quarto encontrou a porta aberta, o que o fez arquear a sobrancelha em desconfiança. Quando entrou no quarto, revirou os olhos ao se deparar com a prima e o melhor amigo em sua cama.

— Não sei se percebeu, mas você esqueceu sua camisa em algum lugar. — Sooyoung falou descendo o olhar pelo peitoral do primo antes de voltar a olhar seu rosto.

— Com certeza isso não é algo que eu percebi, Soo. Obrigada pelo aviso! — Sorriu sem dentes, levemente debochado, sendo agora a garota a revirar os olhos.

Sehun, que até então estava calado, tombou a cabeça levemente para o lado e lambeu os lábios finos com um olhar que deixou Chanyeol ciente de que não deveria ter entrado no quarto.

— Você está estranho. Mudado. Durante essas duas últimas semanas me parece que você é outra pessoa. — Pontuou de modo surpreendentemente calmo. — Além da gente mal te ver e você sempre voltar com uma novidade diferente. Corte na bochecha, cabelo cheio de purpurina, unhas pintadas e agora… Só Raziel sabe onde está sua camisa.

— Devo lembrar que estou indo atrás do que é necessário para salvar seu namoradinho. — Resmungou de forma impaciente.

— Só o fato de você chamar o Baekhyun de namorado do Sehun já fala que você tá bem estranho. — A garota falou, dessa vez olhando para as próprias unhas pintadas num azul royal.

— Jongin fala tanto isso no meu ouvido que acabou ficando. Querendo ou não.

Fez essa pontuação enquanto finalmente tirava a jaqueta e buscava a toalha, perdendo o olhar entre a Park e o Oh.

— Jongin… Seria o motivo de você voltar sem camisa? 

— Sim. — Respondeu prontamente a prima e pelo silêncio que se seguiu, arregalou os olhos. — Não dessa forma!

— Não falamos de nenhuma forma específica, Chanyeol.

Chanyeol bufou.

— Ele se machucou, cortou o braço e sangrou. Precisei rasgar a camisa para fazer um curativo provisório. — Explicou mesmo que ninguém tivesse pedido. — Ele não é um caçador, acaba se tornando uma presa maior em algum combate.

— Você não vai me fazer acreditar que o Feiticeiro de Incheon, que tem pelo menos 500 anos nas costas, é uma presa indefesa. — Sooyoung falou, debochada.

— Eu não disse que ele era uma presa indefesa. Apenas que é uma presa mais fácil. E ele tem 1000 anos. 1003 anos, sendo mais específico. Agora que descobriram onde minha camisa está, posso ir tomar banho?

— E a purpurina?

Sehun perguntou.

— Que purpurina?

— Há três dias. Você estava com o cabelo cheio de purpurina. Se eu chegar mais perto, ainda consigo ver purpurina no seu cabelo. 

— Precisamos entrar numa festa para encontrar um outro feiticeiro. Jongin disse que eu era careta demais e ia chamar atenção óbvia na festa que não era bem vindo. Então tive que aceitar a purpurina e a maquiagem.

— Maquiagem? 

— Como você consegue colocar isso no olho e não surtar? Que negócio ruim. — Falou para a Park, apontando para o olho que estava pintado com lápis.

— Você usou um lápis de olho! — Sooyoung constatou, chocada. — Você percebe o que esse Feiticeiro tá fazendo com você?

— Do que você está falando?

— Você gosta dele. — Foi Sehun quem disse. — O Chanyeol que eu conheço nunca aceitaria colocar purpurina no cabelo pra entrar em um lugar. Ele só entraria e lutaria com quem estivesse lá. Não que eu esteja reclamando, que bom que você está tendo o mínimo de consciência e percebendo que dá pra resolver muita coisa sem precisar sair na porrada. 

— E digo mais, você gosta dele tanto quanto Sehun gosta do Baekhyun. — A caçadora concluiu, colocando uma mecha de cabelo atrás da orelha. 

— Que? Claro que não! Não! Tô tentando salvar a fada. Só isso. Vocês estão viajando.

Sehun suspirou.

— Mesmo que eu esteja muito irritado contigo, e eu ainda estou… Sou seu parabatai, Chanyeol. Te conheço como a palma da minha mão. Você não é mais o mesmo e isso não é uma crítica. Você parece mais vivo, parece perceber que tem coisas além de matar demônios. Me surpreende ele ter conseguido isso em duas semanas, algo que tento há muitos anos, mas… Talvez você precisasse desse toque de paixão. 

— Eu não estou apaixonado pelo Jongin, Sehun.

— Você sabe que nunca erro sobre você. Mas se é nisso que quer acreditar…

E levantou da cama, dando as costas para o Park saindo do quarto. Sooyoung ainda demorou alguns segundos olhando para o primo antes de finalmente levantar para seguir o mesmo rumo que o outro.

— O primeiro passo para resolver um problema, Chanyeol… É aceitar.

Foi a última coisa que disse antes de sumir da visão do Park que resmungava baixo que estava cercado de pessoas loucas.

[...]

— Deixa eu adivinhar… Vamos pegar emprestado e dizer apenas no nosso coração?

Jongin abriu um imenso sorriso, afirmando com a cabeça.

— Você está ficando bom nisso, querido. — O Kim murmurou num meio sorriso e apertou a bochecha do Park, que se limitou a resmungar.

— Quem vai ser a criatura que vai nos conceder tais coisas? 

— Bom… Outros caçadores, talvez? — Jongin falou coçando a nuca.

— Caçadores de Sombras? Tipo… Pessoas como eu? Você quer que eu roube algo da minha própria espécie?

— Pegar emprestado, Caçador! Pegar emprestado! 

— Não seria mais fácil eu falar com eles? Um caçador não negaria uma coisa a outro!

Jongin estalou o céu da boca com a língua.

— São possíveis seguidores de Valentim. — Explicou meio incerto. — Eles não vão entender o porque um Caçador da Coreia veio parar no Chile para pedir algo. Vão achar que você está vindo em nome da Clave. É mais seguro para você não se expor desse jeito. Nem para os seguidores do Valentim e nem para a Clave.

— Ainda existem seguidores de Valentim? Ele está morto, Jongin. Ele não tem mais qualquer poder em meio ao nosso povo.

O Kim deu um sorriso triste.

— Você acha que a morte dele de alguma forma tira o ideal dele? Você sabe que muitos caçadores acreditam que eles são as únicas criaturas que importam. Que eles são a supremacia. Os únicos que mereciam existir em meio ao mundo e ao submundo. A morte dele não é nada quando a ideia segue viva.

Chanyeol ficou quieto por alguns segundos olhando para o nada antes de finalmente encarar o Kim.

— Você sabe que praticamente me descreveu, não é?

Jongin sorriu, dessa vez, feliz.

— Descrevia. Você está há praticamente três semanas andando pra cima e pra baixo com um feiticeiro velho para pegar materiais para uma poção que salvará uma fada.

— Porque machuquei meu parabatai.

— Exatamente. Porque você se importa. Se importa o suficiente com quem ama a ponto de até se envolver com criaturas do submundo. Um seguidor do Valentim não faria isso, Chanyeol. 

— A Soo e o Sehun falaram que eu estou mudado. — Disse, hesitante.— Eu achei que era baboseira, mas… 

— Não veja isso com maus olhos, — Sorriu. — a mudança é um passo importante para sermos mais fortes. Já não te vejo mais como um caçador leite ninho e o respeito por sua força. Isso é muita coisa, considerando que está vindo de mim.

Chanyeol arqueou as sobrancelhas, vendo as orelhinhas de gato do Kim se moverem para cima e para baixo. 

Considerar o que a prima e o melhor amigo estavam falando era perigoso porque eles falaram de coisas que iam bem além da mudança. Falavam de sentimentos, sentimentos esses que diziam respeito ao feiticeiro.

O Park não achava que aquilo de fato fosse possível, afinal de contas conhecia Jongin há menos de um mês e antes disso era completamente contra a relação entre diferentes espécies. Também tinha o adendo de que nunca pensou em se relacionar com um homem, mas também nunca pensou em se relacionar com uma mulher. 

Havia transado com uma caçadora há um ano, um pouco mais velha que si, mais por querer tirar aquele rótulo de virgem do que qualquer outra coisa. Algo muito mais relacionado a querer se sentir mais adulto; não houve um sentimento real, tampouco necessidade ou desejo. 

E ali estava ele, encarando o feiticeiro que tinha os orelhas em pé e lambia os próprios lábios carnudos.

Por que diabos Chanyeol olhava tanto para aqueles malditos lábios?

— Está pronto? — Jongin perguntou, levemente preocupado com o olhar perdido do mais alto. 

— Eu nasci pronto, feiticeiro!

— Uhhhhh… O caçador fortão pronto pra salvar a dama!

— Você é a dama, Jongin?

O Kim deu uma gargalhada genuína.

— Oh, caçador… Você não sabe da missa um terço!

Pegar o que precisavam não foi lá tão difícil, considerando que não havia ninguém no lugar. Era um antiquário velho, com teias de aranhas em vários lugares e uma fachada completamente descascada. Chanyeol tinha certeza que aquilo era proposital. Ficava numa rua estreita e sem saída, levemente escura e um tanto úmida. Mesmo que fizesse sol lá fora, a rua seguia sem receber luz por conta dos prédios que lhe cercavam.

Jongin guardava numa bolsa o que havia pego e Chanyeol já nem se preocupava mais em saber o que era, afinal de contas realmente não faria diferença. O tal do pedir emprestado com o coração já tornava tudo errado demais, então se o componente era sangue de alguma criatura ou o pelo de algum animal, não mudaria em nada.

Chanyeol foi o primeiro a sair do lugar e não demorou mais do que alguns segundos para que Jongin fizesse o mesmo. O problema foi que quando pensou em dar um primeiro passo, viu duas pessoas conversando entre si entrando na ruela. O Park não precisava olhar muito para saber que se tratavam de dois caçadores; a roupa entregava.

Sem nem refletir muito, empurrou o Kim contra a parede, que arregalou os olhos e ficou com as orelhas felinas de pé e antes de dar espaço que ele perguntasse qualquer coisa, o beijou nos lábios, uma das mãos em sua cintura prendendo-o contra a parede e a outra segurando sua face para não dar espaço para que ele saísse.

Mesmo sem entender, Jongin cedeu fácil ao contato. Os braços envolveram o corpo alto e o beijo foi prontamente correspondido. Na cabeça do caçador era pra ser um selar simples, mas demorado, que desse ideia aos dois caçadores que eles eram apenas duas criaturas se pegando escondido, mas aquilo se tornou um pouco maior.

A língua do feiticeiro invadiu sua boca e antes que Chanyeol pudesse realmente entender o que estava acontecendo era ele que estava completamente derretido nos braços alheios. Jongin lhe beijava com afinco, uma das mãos procurando algum pedaço de pele por baixo da camisa enquanto a outra segurava firmemente os fios negros de cabelo forçando uma aproximação maior de ambos os corpos.

Ainda sem entender como aquilo estava prosseguindo, viu seu corpo sendo girado e as costas batendo contra a parede enquanto o Kim forçava o seu joelho entre suas pernas, lhe arrancando um barulho que o teria constrangido em um momento diferente. 

O som de uma porta sendo batida com força os incentivou a se afastarem, fazendo com que Chanyeol lembrasse do motivo pelo qual estavam ali e pelo qual tinha feito aquilo.

— Eles chegaram? — Jongin perguntou rouco, baixinho, usando o indicador para apontar para a porta.

— Isso.

— O beijo foi um disfarce…

— Isso. — Respondeu sem muita certeza.

— Entendi. — Jongin disse num meio sorriso. — Precisando de mais disfarce, estamos aí.

Chanyeol não conseguiu formular uma resposta para aquilo e o feiticeiro não parecia esperar uma. 

— Vamos. Quando eles derem falta, não vai ter um disfarce certo! — Jongin tornou a falar, ainda com aquele leve sorriso nos lábios inchados.

Lábios que estavam inchados porque eles haviam se beijado.

Sehun iria ficar insuportável se soubesse.

[...]

Sooyoung estava encostada no batente da porta, os braços cruzados em frente aos seios enquanto tinha uma sobrancelha arqueada. Sehun estava do outro lado do batente, na mesma posição que a garota mas com um meio sorriso preso nos lábios. 

— Eles definitivamente foderam. — A Park ditou depois de um tempo olhando pro Oh, que negou com a cabeça.

— Foderam não. Chanyeol não apareceu mancando.

— Você tá falando que…

Sehun riu.

— Olha a pose de cadelinha do Chanyeol, Soo. É claro que ele vai ficar por baixo!

A garota estreitou os olhos voltando a olhar o feiticeiro e o caçador do outro lado da sala trabalhando juntos. 

No fim, assentiu com a cabeça.

— Tem razão. Eles ainda não foderam. Mas quero destacar bem o ainda.

— Você acha que não deveríamos sair para oportunizar esse "ainda"? 

— Olha, zero tesão no Chanyeol. Mesmo. Ew. O Kim é gostoso, mas não é por isso. Queria muito ver eles fodendo. Gravar até… Apenas para jogar isso na cara do Chanyeol todos os dias, sabe? Seria minha mensagem de bom dia.

Sehun riu outra vez.

— Para de ser ruim, Soo. Vamos. Tenho certeza de como o Chanyeol é escandaloso a gente até consegue ouvir do quarto dele e você pode gravar o áudio.

— Ele vai se segurar. — Ela resmungou.

— Não sei se o Kim deixaria. Confia no trabalho do feiticeiro. Tô deixando a vida do meu namorado na mão dele.

— Não acredito que também vou ter que deixar a maior vergonha do Chanyeol na mão dele… Na verdade, no pau dele. O feiticeiro de Incheon segue fazendo tudo!

— Isso é sangue? — Chanyeol perguntou de modo curioso, vendo Jongin derramar o líquido vermelho dentro de um cálice dourado.

— Yeap. De um demônio muito específico. — Explicou num meio sorriso. — Por isso gosto das crianças da noite. Eles sempre têm sangues… Específicos. Há uns 400 anos eu precisei do sangue de um rei que fosse gay e eles tinham! Incrível, não é?

— Por que necessariamente gay? 

— Pra eu poder dizer que o feitiço tinha… Sangue gay! A importância da diversidade.

Chanyeol revirou os olhos e não disse mais nada.

O Park estava ao lado dele, olhando atento a cada coisa que ele fazia na poção. Não que realmente estivesse tentando entender como aquele conjunto de elementos estranhos resolveria o problema do Byun. Também não era pra sentir o cheiro do feiticeiro mais próximo de si. Não mesmo.

— E você é? — Chanyeol perguntou depois de um tempo.

— O que? Gay? — Indagou de volta, olhando para o Park com um sorriso. — Não gosto de me definir em rótulos porque acho que nenhum deles consegue me abarcar cem por cento, mas… Acho que seria panssexual? Eu simplesmente não me importo quem é a outra criatura. 

— Isso é comum dos feiticeiros, não é?

— A gente vive muito tempo, Chanyeol. Temos oportunidade de repensar sobre toda nossa existência por muito tempo. Mas, ainda assim, existem feiticeiro hétero, homo e até mesmo assexuais. Acontece.

Chanyeol assentiu com a cabeça. 

— E você?

— Eu o quê?

— Além de caçadorssexual, hetero? bi? gay?

— Caçadorssexual? — Chanyeol arqueou a sobrancelha.

— Sim. Sabemos que você só se envolve com caçadores, mas além disso… Digo, a Clave é bem contra casamentos não-heterossexuais, né? 

O caçador mordeu o lábio inferior e coçou a nuca levemente nervoso.

— Eu meio que não sei. Nunca tive interesse em ninguém assim. Desejo, essas coisas…

Jongin parou o que fazia dentro do cálice e virou o corpo para o maior, que naquele momento, parecia ser do tamanho de uma formiga.

— Você pode ser assexual. Ou arromântico. Ou os dois. Não tem interesse romântico ou sexual em ninguém e isso está tudo bem. 

Chanyeol não disse nada de um primeiro momento, mas acabou suspirando, os fios de cabelo negros sendo bagunçados pela própria mão.

— Eu achei isso. E tudo mais. Pensei que talvez casaria por convenção para alcançar determinados lugares na Clave. Mas…

— Mas? — Jongin perguntou curioso.

— Aquilo de ontem. Eu meio que não paro de pensar. — Confessou, soltando um suspiro aliviado, como se tivesse finalmente parado de se torturar internamente.

O feiticeiro sorriu de modo compreensivo.

— Olha, Chanyeol... Às vezes a gente fica surpreendido por coisas novas na nossa vida. O novo parece ser magnífico porque é a primeira vez. Encanta. Surpreende. Ou às vezes toma nossa cabeça por justamente a gente não entender. Foram muitas emoções nesses últimos dias e você tá cansado; não se determine por isso. Se você realmente perceber que gosta disso, de homens ou até mesmo outras criaturas, você vai percebendo e na hora que isso tiver okay, vai estar. Não se martirize por isso.

Com os olhos arregalados, Chanyeol assentiu com a cabeça e conseguiu até dar um pequeno sorriso, a postura antes tensa ficando mais relaxada aos poucos.

— Achei que você ia rir. Ou jogar isso na minha cara.

Jongin negou com a cabeça.

— Eu sou sem noção muitas vezes, mas respeito muito a construção de sentimentos e descoberta de gênero ou orientação sexual alheia. Não é um processo fácil.

— Você definitivamente é sem noção!

— É o meu charme! 

E piscou os olhos com aquele sorriso… Aquele maldito sorriso que fazia o Chanyeol sentir um frio no pé da barriga. 

Suspirou.

Esperava que esse “novo” passasse logo e ele conseguisse se sentir normal outra vez.

[...]

Sehun olhava tudo com apreensão. Sooyoung apertava a sua mão e aquilo lhe dava alguma força; mas foi somente quando Chanyeol apertou a outra mão que o Oh se sentiu um tanto mais seguro.

Estavam na corte das fadas e agora Jongin passava as mãos por cima do rosto do Byun como se estivesse estudando alguma coisa. Já fazia quase um mês que o Byun estava desacordado e os seus fios de cabelos longos estavam quase completamente brancos.

Se a porção não desse certo…

Sehun não queria nem pensar nessa possibilidade .

— Vai dar certo. Jongin é bom no que faz. — Chanyeol murmurou como se pudesse ler sua mente e o Oh esboçou um sorriso sem dentes, afirmando com a cabeça.

Jongin deitou Baekhyun em uma cama e mexeu no corpo da fada de modo que ele pudesse ficar sentado, o corpo apoiado na cabeceira da cama. O cálice estava na sua destra e com muito cuidado o colocou nos lábios da criaturinha, apertando com a mão esquerda de maneira leve na região do pescoço.

Algumas gotas do líquido negro escorreram em cima da pele pálida e por alguns instantes, nada aconteceu.

Sehun suspirou forte, contendo a vontade de chorar; as lágrimas acabaram caindo quando os olhos cor de rosa se abriram e olharam para si. 

O caçador correu na direção da cama e foi só o tempo de Jongin se afastar para não ser derrubado no processo. Acabou rindo e negando com a cabeça porque sabia que não havia o que fazer frente ao amor.

— O que aconteceu? 

A voz rouca se fez presente no âmbito e Sehun sorriu.

— Você estava enfeitiçado. Mas agora você está bem! Não está? — Tentou ter certeza olhando para o Kim, que assentiu com a cabeça.

Baekhyun parecia ainda meio perdido, mas abriu um meio sorriso possivelmente por estar nos braços do caçador. 

— Não sabia que sua ajuda estava tão fácil, Jongin. — Baekhyun disse com um sorriso fraco. — Achei que você tinha dito que tinha alergia a caçadores.

— E sigo tendo. Mas nada que um antialérgico não resolva. — Deu de ombros.

— Braços fortes e carinha marrenta são o nome do seu antialérgico? 

— Não me faça eu me arrepender de te acordar, fada!

Baekhyun tornou a rir antes de abraçar forte o Oh e esconder seu rosto no pescoço alheio.

— Acho que devemos deixá-los. — Sooyoung ditou.

— Sim. As fadas não estão muito felizes com essa reunião e só aceitaram porque era pra salvar um dos seus. Agora com o Baekhyun acordado… É até mais seguro que a gente saia. — Jongin acabou por concluir a fala da Park.

— Eu já vou. Eu só…

A caçadora e o feiticeiro assentiram para o Park e não tardaram a sair dali.

Sehun estava envolto demais na felicidade de finalmente ter o Byun desperto em seus braços e não percebeu que seu parabatai estava ali, aquela presença não passou despercebida pela fada, que empurrou levemente o corpo do namorado de forma que ele pudesse também prestar atenção.

— O que? — Sehun perguntou numa careta. — Cinco minutos, Chanyeol. Eu juro que vou voltar com vocês. Só me dá cinco minutos.

O Park negou com a cabeça e a fada fechou a cara.

— Não. Não é sobre voltar pro Instituto. 

— Então…?

— Eu… Eu quero pedir desculpas. Aos dois. — Chanyeol disse, olhando para os próprios pés. — Eu estava preocupado com o Sehun. Ele é meu parabatai e é a pessoa mais importante do mundo pra mim, mais do que qualquer outra. Eu só queria o melhor pra ele e eu achava que sabia o que era o melhor pra ele, entende? — Indagou, olhando diretamente para a fada que, mesmo com a expressão fechada, assentiu. — Mas eu acho que nem eu sei o que é melhor pra mim…

Sehun abriu um meio sorriso.

— Ainda é estranho e eu sei que é algo que eu preciso me acostumar. Mas eu não devo dizer a você, Hunnie, o que deve fazer. Te ver triste como te vi nessas últimas semanas além de me fazer sentir um monstro me destruiu por dentro. Eu estava te fazendo mal quando a fada só tinha te feito bem. Acho que isso ia contra as coisas que eu mesmo dizia e então… Eu sinto muito. Só promete que vai tomar cuidado, tá? Acredito que o Baekhyun possa ser uma boa criatura, mas não significa que as outras fadas irão ser.

A fada bufou revirando os olhos.

— Não sou uma boa criatura, caçador. Mas não machucaria o Sehun e nem deixaria que ninguém machucasse. 

— Acho que isso basta. 

— Tudo bem. Ainda não sou seu fã, caçador. Mas sei a importância que tem pro Sehun, certas coisas inclusive não me deixam esquecer disso. — Murmurou, passando a mão na parte exposta da clavícula do Oh que mostrava o início da runa de parabatai. — Não se mete aqui, que eu não me meto aí.

— Parece bom.

Sehun sorriu ainda mais largo, completamente feliz.

— Obrigado, Chan. Sei que nada disso é fácil e você fez tudo isso por mim. Obrigado. 

— Não agradece. Sério. Isso tudo aconteceu por minha causa, então era o mínimo como Jongin sempre me dizia… Mas enfim.

Baekhyun estreitou os olhos e depois balançou a cabeça como se tivesse entendido uma coisa bem importante.

— Vou deixar vocês em paz. Volte pra casa antes de escurecer, certo?

— Sim, papai! — Sehun respondeu de maneira debochada, mas com um brilho feliz nos olhos.

Chanyeol revirou os olhos antes de finalmente deixar os dois para trás e ir procurar a prima e o feiticeiro para que voltassem para a superfície plana.

— Ele já sabe que está apaixonado pelo Feiticeiro? — Baekhyun perguntou, olhando para o lugar que o Park estava antes.

— Eu e a Soo achamos que não, mas que falta pouco.

— Quando eles foderem ele vai ficar emocionado e vai perceber. 

Sehun riu, mas não negou. Apenas voltou a abraçar o namorado, completamente feliz. Finalmente estava tudo entrando nos eixos.

[...]

Monggu corria pela casa fazendo Jongin suspirar, completamente arrependido de ter enfeitiçado o cachorro ainda que tivesse sido sem querer. Agora o cachorrinho tinha oito patas em vez dos quatro e parecia uma máquina, correndo veloz por todos os lados.

E sim, ele tinha trazido as quatro patas de volta, mas o cachorrinho chorou tanto que o Kim teve que voltar para as oito patas.

— Será que a Sabrina teve todo esse trabalho com o Salém? — Se perguntou vendo o cachorro parar na sua frente. — O que? Você sabe que não to falando da Sabrina do Netflix. Mas daquela feiticeira maravilhosa do Século XIV! A bichinha… Maldita Igreja Católica!

O cachorro voltou a correr e, antes que Jongin decidisse voltar para o cômodo onde preparava suas poções, ouviu algumas batidas na porta. Ele ficou desconfiado; eram duas da manhã passadas e por mais que Incheon não parasse nunca, segunda-feira de madrugada não era um horário normal para alguma criatura aparecer.

Olhou no olho mágico e acabou se surpreendendo com a criatura que aguardavado outro lado, fazendo-o abrir a porta com a melhor expressão de indiferença que podia exibir. Não queria que o Park soubesse que ele estava surpreso.

— Perdido, caçador? 

Chanyeol suspirou e negou com a cabeça.

— Posso entrar?

— Depende… O que você quer?

— Pagar minha dívida. Não gosto da ideia de dever a um feiticeiro.

Jongin fez uma careta, um tanto desgostoso com a resposta, mas acabou abrindo a porta por completo, permitindo que o Park entrasse.

— Não lembro de ter dado o meu preço.

Foi a primeira coisa que disse quando fechou a porta e encarou o Park, que não olhava para si.

Aquela era a primeira vez que eles se viam depois do último evento na Corte das fadas. Já fazia quase duas semanas e ambos não falaram sobre nada no último contato. Se despediram de uma forma esquisita e ficaram daquela forma até aquela noite.

Chanyeol estava no seu típico uniforme negro. Os jeans escuros, a camisa preta e o casaco preto que escondia quase todas as runas do maior, menos as que estavam pintadas na região do pescoço e nas costas das mãos. 

Porque aquele maldito caçador tinha que ser tão filha da putamente gostoso?

— Você disse que eu podia ser criativo. 

— De fato. — Jongin assentiu com um leve aceno na cabeça. — E qual o pagamento você pensou?

— Sexo. — Respondeu, sem encarar o feiticeiro. O Kim suspirou.

— Sei que foi algo que falei no nosso primeiro encontro, mas… Eu não vou transar com você por causa de um trabalho que fiz. Eu não sou esse tipo de pessoa, caçador! Eu não aceito humilhação ou que as criaturas abram mão de si pelo meu serviço. Pode não parecer, mas eu tenho princípios. Eu sei que você sequer gosta de sexo e quer que eu te deixe nessa situação? Não vai rolar. 

Chanyeol pela primeira vez olhou nos olhos felinos do Kim.

— Você está tornando isso difícil.

— Você fica me devendo um favor. No dia que eu precisar de um caçador para algo, você faz isso pra mim. Pronto. Mais fácil? 

Chanyeol negou com a cabeça. 

— Eu… Por favor!

— Certo. Fica por conta da casa, okay? Você não me deve nada. Fiz pela fada, tá tudo certo. Acabou. Tchau e vá pela sombra. — Ditou enquanto caminhava em direção a porta para abri-la outra vez.

— Eu quero fazer sexo com você, Kim. 

Jongin virou o corpo tão rápido que, se o corpo funcionasse conforme a idade que ele de fato tinha, teria desmontado ali mesmo.

— Desculpa?

— Eu quero fazer isso, tá? Eu… Eu não paro de pensar nisso. Eu não paro de pensar em você nenhum maldito dia! Meu corpo tá estranho, ele faz coisas que me obrigam a fazer outras e… Que porra de feitiço você jogou em mim?

Jongin riu.

— Eu me acho maravilhoso demais pra perder tempo enfeitiçando qualquer criatura que seja para me desejar.

— Eu te odeio. — Resmungou. — E então?

— Você tem certeza, Chanyeol? — Jongin perguntou sério. — Sexo não é algo tão bobo assim.

— Por que você tá fazendo tanto caso? Você transou com milhares de pessoas em todo esse seu tempo de vida!

— Mas você não. E o meu desapego pela intimidade não me dá espaço para não respeitar o outro que ainda está aprendendo ou se descobrindo nesse processo. Eu preciso saber se realmente você quer e exatamente o que você quer.

Aquilo pareceu pegar Chanyeol desprevenido porque ele deu um passo para trás, tornando a olhar os próprios pés.

— Eu não sei…

— Não sabe se quer?

— Eu quero! — Respondeu firme. — Mas eu não sei o que eu quero. Eu… Não sei como isso funciona exatamente, eu só sei que… Eu sinto falta. Do seu beijo.

Jongin sorriu e se permitiu se aproximar do outro.

— Vamos fazer o seguinte, querido. — Acarinhou a bochecha alheia com o polegar. — Vamos aos pouquinhos, se você estiver confortável, vamos seguindo… Se não estiver, você me diz no mesmo momento e a gente para. E se você não disser e eu perceber que você não está confortável, eu vou ficar muito, mas muito bravo!

Chanyeol assentiu com a cabeça, o rosto levemente corado.

Se Jongin ainda conseguia resistir ao Park com sua pose de malvado… Com ele daquele jeitinho inocente e perdido, essa resistência se tornava impossível. 

Segurou o caçador pelo braço e, sem dizer muita coisa, levou-o para outro cômodo da enorme casa e quando Chanyeol entrou e viu a enorme cama, imaginou que era ali que ficariam.

Jongin puxou o caçador pela cintura e deixou que seus lábios encostassem nos alheios. Diferente da primeira vez, foi um contato mais lento, demorado, como se ambos tivessem se permitindo a sentir as coisas que foram impedidos na primeira vez por toda a situação.

O feiticeiro não demorou a aprofundar o beijo e Chanyeol não demorou a estar completamente derretido nos braços dele exatamente como da primeira vez. A forma com que o Kim lhe tocava, apertava era tão… completamente diferente do que havia sentido em toda sua vida. 

Mesmo envergonhado, não se sentiu tão patético por já estar duro; não quando passou aquela última semana se tocando todas as noites pensando naqueles lábios gostosos contra sua boca. 

Lábios esses que agora estavam contra o pescoço do mais novo, o beijando demoradamente enquanto era deitado sobre a cama fofa, fazendo-o soltar um suspiro demorado. Jongin sorriu contra a pele pintada e mordiscou a mesma, trabalhando para se livrar daquela jaqueta e jogar em qualquer lugar no chão.

— Tudo bem se eu tirar toda sua roupa? — Jongin perguntou quando viu que as bochechas do Park ficaram ainda mais avermelhadas após ter a jaqueta retirada de seu corpo.

O caçador se limitou a assentir com a cabeça.

— Preciso de palavras, querido.

— Tá tudo bem. — Resmungou. — Eu prometo que falo quando não estiver bem, mas não me faz falar sobre tudo, eu fico constrangido.

Jongin riu e deu um beijo demorado na bochecha do outro.

— Vou confiar em você, caçador!

E o beijou outra vez, as mãos agora caminhando por dentro da camisa preta, os dedos pressionando a pele gélida em meio a um carinho suave que foi muito bem recebido pelo mais novo. O feiticeiro não tardou em se livrar daquele tecido de algodão tão incômodo e se permitiu olhar por longos segundos o peitoral desnudo completamente pintado. 

— Não é um lugar meio sexy para ter uma runa de parabatai? — Perguntou enquanto fazia um carinho no quadril dele. 

Chanyeol bufou.

— Eu não achava que isso era uma região sexy.

— É. Na verdade, se depender do meu olhar, todo seu corpo é uma região totalmente sexy. — Brincou enquanto Chanyeol soltava um muxoxo envergonhado. — Será que seu melhor amigo vai ficar bravo se eu deixar uma marca?

— Não me faz pensar no Sehun nesse exato momento. Isso vai me brochar!

Jongin gargalhou.

— Não vou te deixar brochar comigo, querido. Não comigo. — Ditou num sorriso sacana, a mão indo para o volume da calça e apertando a região, arrancando um gemido do Park. — E você parece ansioso demais para deixar que algo assim aconteça.

— Calado!

O feiticeiro tornou a rir, mas não disse mais nada. Tinha coisas melhores a fazer. 

Passou a beijar todo o peitoral pintado, o língua muitas vezes escapando da boca para contornar o formato das runas que estava distribuídas na pele pálida. A destra se direcionou a um dos mamilos durinhos e apertou levemente ganhando um resmungo.

— Não é bom?

— Dói... — Chanyeol respondeu num biquinho que foi logo selado pelo Kim.

— Desculpa, querido, não vou mexer mais, uh? 

O outro assentiu com a cabeça e Jongin deixou um beijinho em cima do mamilo como se reforçasse o seu pedido de desculpas. 

Tornou a beijar a pele enquanto as mãos agora se ocupavam em abrir o botão e a braguilha da calça do mais novo. Desceu a calça até o meio das pernas alheia apenas para deixar beijos junto ao cós da cueca boxer preta, tornando a usar a destra para pressionar o volume óbvio no tecido que já estava umedecido. 

O caçador logo se tornou uma bagunça e, quando o feiticeiro lambeu seu pau ainda por cima da cueca, choramingou manhoso arqueando o quadril como se buscasse mais do contato. Jongin riu e segurou a cintura alheia, forçando o corpo dele a voltar a ficar deitado na cama.

— Sem pressa, querido! — Cantarolou. — Deixa eu tirar a sua roupa por inteiro pra ser menos desconfortável.

— Tira a sua também. Eu tô constrangido de ser o único sem roupa.

Chanyeol estava tão adorável, tão diferente da posição de inviolável que sempre exibia que Jongin usou aquilo para justificar as batidas mais aceleradas no coração.

No fim, assim que deixou o Park completamente desnudo, tirou também a própria roupa e segurou o comentário que veio na ponta da língua pelo olhar perdido do mais novo preso em sua pele brilhosa. 

— Achei que você teria um rabo. De gato. 

— Infelizmente, só as orelhas e os olhos. — Jongin respondeu, rindo. — Mas estou aqui pensando em como você imaginou esse rabo durante esses últimos dias.

— Calado! — Resmungou, escondendo o rosto.

— Fofo! — Devolveu ainda rindo, puxando as mãos do rosto do caçador para voltar a vê-lo. — Eu tenho um plug com um rabinho, prometo usar numa próxima vez pra você.

— Mesmo?

— Mesmo, mesmo!

Chanyeol sorriu satisfeito, os olhos brilhando em ansiedade e Jongin se perguntou onde havia enfiado seus mais de 900 anos de experiência porque agora se sentia tão bobo, tão empolgado, tão… 

Inferno de caçador!

Jongin voltou a beijar o mais novo que respondeu rapidamente com a mesma intensidade, dessa vez as mãos indo explorar a tez bronzeada, sem pudor, ficando satisfeito em arrancar aqueles suspiros mais pesados do Kim. 

Quando as bocas se afastaram o Kim tornou a beijar a pele do maior, buscando deixar marcas, mordiscando a pele, deixando fortes chupões completamente satisfeito com o resultado. 

— Você é tão bonito… 

— Jongin! — Reclamou, envergonhado.

— O que? Você é bonito! E eu vou chupar você agora. — Disse, sério. — Ou você não quer?

— Shhhh! — Colocou o dedo contra os lábios do Kim, observando chocado quando ele o mordiscou e riu em seguida.

O feiticeiro envolveu o pau duro alheio e fez um movimento inicial, como se experimentasse, muito bem recebido pelo mais novo que gemeu arrastado, os olhos fechando em deleite e os lábios entreabertos em prazer.

Que inferno de garoto lindo! 

Os movimentos da mão se tornaram ainda mais persistentes à medida que os gemidos se tornavam ainda mais presentes. Esfregou a glande com o polegar apenas para espalhar mais o líquido pré-seminal e seguir com os movimentos com mais facilidade. 

Parou apenas para entreabrir as pernas do caçador, que escondeu o rosto com as duas mãos outra vez em vergonha. Sem dizer nada, o feiticeiro engoliu Chanyeol de uma única vez, fazendo-o soltar um gemido alto, a destra indo em direção aos fios negros e puxando com força, não para impedir o contato, mas como uma forma de se conter. 

Jongin passou a olhar o rosto do garoto, vendo a expressão afetada e se deliciando com aquilo. Sugou com avidez o pau duro e nem se incomodou com as estocadas que vez ou outra Chanyeol dava, possivelmente por não conseguir controlar seu próprio corpo. 

Sem querer, o Park acabou passando os dígitos pelas orelhas de gato do Kim, que acabou gemendo contra o volume em sua boca. Percebendo aquilo, o caçador passou a acarinhar a orelhinha, assistindo de maneira quase devota o seu pau sumir dentro da boca do feiticeiro. 

A forma como Jongin lhe engolia era impossível de ser descrita e, mesmo que tentasse controlar o próprio corpo, sabia que não ia conseguir durar por muito tempo, não com aquele contato tão gostoso que fazia sua pele formigar por inteiro. 

Antes que Chanyeol acabasse gozando, Jongin quebrou o contato ganhando um olhar revoltado e um bico chateado que foi selado em meio a uma risada. 

— Quanto mais excitação, menos dor, querido. Não fique chateado. — Explicou num meio sorriso. — Eu vou agora te estimular em outro lugar. Tudo bem?

— Eu já… Eu meio que… Na semana passada… Meio que…

Não conseguiu elaborar a frase mas Jongin assentiu de modo compreensivo.

— Você quer fazer você mesmo? É mais confortável?

— E você vai ficar só olhando?

— Eu posso fazer também e nós dois olhamos um para o outro. Parece bom assim?

Chanyeol balançou a cabeça positivamente, parecendo realmente satisfeito com aquela ideia.

O garoto de tez bronzeada saiu da cama apenas para pegar o tubo de lubrificante e entregou para o Park, que tentou não pensar que faria aquilo com uma plateia, plateia essa que era exatamente o que lhe consumia nos pensamentos a ponto de ter feito aquilo mesmo sem ter certeza de como devia. 

Espalhou o líquido transparente nos dedos e, quando achou ter uma quantidade boa, se penetrou. Estava sentado com as costas apoiadas na cabeceira da cama, mas os olhos estavam fechados devido a algo entre a vergonha e o deleite. Só abriu os olhos quando ouviu o gemido arrastado do Kim, um som que o afetou diretamente, o pau pulsando em forma de resposta.

Enquanto tinha dois dedos dentro de si, movendo-os lentamente para tentar se acostumar com a invasão, Jongin tinha três dedos dentro de si e já metia com mais força, os gemidos tornando a escapar de sua garganta e os olhos completamente presos nos movimentos do Park, que mordeu o lábio inferior.

Não conseguia colocar em palavras o quão excitante aquilo era. Até os próprios movimentos ficavam um pouco mais fortes e acelerados só de saber quem Jongin estava metendo tão gostoso daquele jeito apenas por estar olhando para si. O pau estava babando em desespero.

O caçador acabou soltando um grito prazeroso e Jongin sorriu maldoso pelo garoto finalmente ter encontrado seu ponto tão sensível e acabou por parar o próprio estímulo para voltar a se dedicar completamente ao Park, que tinha os olhos fechados enquanto a mão trêmula forçava os dedos ainda mais dentro de si.

Jongin puxou as duas pernas de modo que pudesse deixar Chanyeol ainda mais aberto e beijou ambas as coxas, voltando assim a ganhar a atenção do garoto que não parou os movimentos. Só o fez quando o próprio Kim envolveu a mão em seu pulso e o obrigou a parar, completamente a contragosto. 

— Eu quero meter em você, querido.

Chanyeol gemeu de modo quase inconsciente.

— Por favor…

O Kim deixou um leve selar sobre o pau duro e babado para esticar o braço e pegar a camisinha que havia deixado na cabeceira da cama. Rasgou o pacote e, numa velocidade invejável, colocou a camisinha no próprio pau. Pegou um pouco mais de lubrificante e levou ao buraquinho judiado, deixando que dois dedos entrassem e movimentasse um pouco só para ter certeza que o Park estava bem molhado.  

Quando tirou os dedos de dentro do maior, o deitou na cama e o penetrou de forma lenta, tentando fazer com que o garoto se acostumasse com o seu tamanho, ouvindo atento os gemidos sôfregos. 

Chanyeol cravava suas unhas nas costas do Kim e choramingava baixinho. Jongin já estava completamente dentro do maior e esperava que o corpo relaxasse embaixo para poder se mover.

— Jongin… Tira? Eu… Não consigo. Desculpa. 

Jongin que olhava para o rosto do caçador, sorriu docemente e lhe beijou na ponta do nariz, saindo de dentro dele. 

— Muito desconfortável? 

— Muito. — Chanyeol admitiu, levemente constrangido. — Desculpa. 

— Por que tá pedindo desculpa? Tá tudo bem. Você não se sente bem e eu estou feliz que você tenha me falado.

— Você já estava dentro e-

— E isso não muda nada. 

Chanyeol mordeu o lábio.

— Estraguei tudo, não foi?

— Claro que não, querido. Tire isso da sua cabeça. — Falou sério. — Você quer tomar um banho?

— Precisamos parar tudo? Você não quer mais…?

— Você quer? — Perguntou tirando os fios de cabelo que estavam grudados na testa suada do maior. — Vamos fazer o que você ainda estiver confortável em fazer, meu bem.

— Nós podemos, sabe, inverter? — Indagou meio incerto.

— Você quer me foder, querido? Claro que podemos. — Sorriu ao tempo que se afastava do corpo alheio para deitar ao lado do maior  tirar a camisinha que ainda estava em seu membro duro.

Chanyeol também moveu o corpo, levemente incerto e se colocou entre as pernas do mais velho. O Kim tornava a esticar o braço para pegar outra camisinha, mas Chanyeol segurou seus braços.

— Podemos fazer sem? 

— Apenas porque eu sei que não estou doente e faz um bom tempo que não faço isso! 

Chanyeol sorriu acenando com a cabeça.

— 900 anos e deixando um garoto me convencer a ser irresponsável. O que faço contigo, caçador?

Chanyeol tornou a sorrir e roubou um beijo rápido da boca do outro, que acabou rindo também.

Acreditando que Jongin estava bem preparado — afinal foram três dedos (e aquilo era muito para o Park) — deixou que o pau finalmente invadisse a entrada dele, tentando ter com ele o mesmo cuidado que Kim teve consigo, ainda que fosse complicado. O aperto em volta do seu pau era dolorosamente delicioso.

— Eu aguento, querido. Faça o que você quiser.

O caçador olhou para o feiticeiro em busca de certeza e quando viu que realmente estava tudo bem, meteu de uma só vez, gemendo rouco em conjunto com o mais velho ao finalmente estar completamente dentro do corpo do outro.

Não demorou a se movimentar, sentindo a necessidade de sentir mais daquilo, sentir mais daquele aperto, mais daquela maneira como Jongin lhe apertava, tão gostoso que fazia com que pequenas lágrimas de prazer rolassem por suas bochechas.

Metia com força e em movimentos desiguais, a inexperiência óbvia sendo demonstrada pelos movimentos desesperados, mas o Kim não pareceu se importar porque gemia cada vez mais alto em meio às estocadas fortes.

Jongin sabia que Chanyeol não duraria muito tempo por causa dos estímulos novos e por isso não se incomodou quando o Park apertou com força sua cintura e passou a meter ainda com mais força em meio a um gemido desesperado, sentindo o líquido quente escorrendo pela sua bunda e fazendo-o sorrir satisfeito ao tempo em que achava adorável a expressão de êxtase no rosto do garoto.

Não se incomodou quando o corpo do caçador caiu sobre o seu, ainda que pressionasse o seu pau duro, deixando que Chanyeol voltasse a seu estado normal, ou o mais normal possível, fazendo um carinho suave nos fios escuros.

— Você não gozou. 

— Mas você sim. — Jongin disse baixinho. — Tenho certeza que você terá muitas oportunidades para me fazer gozar só de meter em mim. Mas dessa vez o importante era você e seu prazer, querido.

Chanyeol soltou um resmungo baixo e escondeu o rosto contra o pescoço do feiticeiro, que o apertou num abraço.

— Vamos realmente fazer mais vezes? — Indagou, contra a pele escura.

— Eu ficaria chateado em saber que fui um casinho de uma noite. — Brincou, fingindo drama.

Chanyeol riu baixinho e beijou o pescoço dele. 

Jongin acabou deixando um beijo no topo da cabeça dele. 

— Você sabe que isso é muito novo pra mim, não é? — Chanyeol disse depois de um tempo, a voz levemente sonolenta enquanto sentia o carinho nos fios de cabelo. 

— Sei sim, querido.

— Tudo bem eu ir devagar? 

— Vivi mil anos… Eu não tenho mais pressa, querido.

Chanyeol tornou a sorrir satisfeito, os olhos fechando devido ao sono, até que arregalou os olhos e tornou a olhar para o feiticeiro que o olhou sem entender.

— NÃO CONTA A NINGUÉM, TÁ? EU TENHO UMA IMAGEM A ZELAR!

— Que transamos? — Jongin perguntou com a sobrancelha arqueada.

— Não! Que… Eu sou assim. Mais…

— Um bebê fofo e manhoso na cama? — Perguntou com uma risada, para desgosto do Park. — Não se preocupe, querido. É o nosso segredo. Afinal de contas, como bom feiticeiro, nunca devo falar sobre aqueles que procuram o meu serviço.

— Idiota!

Jongin tornou a rir e beijou os lábios do mais novo demoradamente antes de fazer com que ele encostasse em seu peitoral e acabasse adormecendo.

Para aqueles que atravessavam as ruas de Incheon, sempre brilhantes, coloridas e cheio de movimentos, jamais poderiam imaginar que dentro daquela enorme casa conhecida por ser do feiticeiro mais famoso da Coréia, um feitiço começava a se desenvolver.

Um que nenhuma criatura conseguia replicar por ser completamente natural.

E Chanyeol, que sempre odiou a ideia de um dia ser enfeitiçado, estava plenamente satisfeito por estar preso naquele feitiço.

O nome do feitiço?

Nem o Feiticeiro de Incheon poderia dizer. Não ainda.

Talvez outro dia. Numa madrugada qualquer. Em meio a um sussurro.

[veethefreeelf]

Resistance is futile - O.SH

Summary: 

Your best friend had introduced you to Sehun saying you two would get along perfectly. As soon as he opened his mouth, you wanted to kill him. This is the first and last time you’ll see him, right?

Wordcount: 6.8k

Warnings: sub! x dom! dynamics (if you’re not into that, this is not the fic for you), power play, degradation, possessive Sehun, slut and whore used a lot, also baby girl and little one, nipple play (nipple clamps), silk restraints, pussy slapping, spanking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, toys, protected vaginal penetration, oral f. receiving, tit slapping.

Requested: yes, here

P.S - Italic is for thoughts mainly from the characters’ perspective and quotes.

‘What an asshole…’ was your first thought after meeting Oh Sehun. 

You couldn’t believe your best friend actually thought you would get along. He sounded like a cocky asshole with way too many women fawning over him which means he had a gigantic ego to come along with his abrasive personality.

“Excuse me?” you asked him. You couldn’t believe what he had just told you.

“You heard me the first time, baby girl. No need to pretend you didn’t” he said as he turned to your best friend that had just introduced you two to each other.

“I said no brats, Blake. She screams trouble. I don’t like trouble” he said to Blake, your best friend who was now regretting all of their life choices that brought them to this very moment, with you shooting daggers at them.

“Sehun, don’t be annoying. Y/N is amazing and she is very much what you usually look for trust me” she said looking back at you.

“Of all the things you have done to me, Blake, this takes the fucking cake. This guy’s an asshole. I don’t like assholes” you said, spitting his words back at him.

“Also call me ‘baby girl’ again and you’ll have your balls kicked back inside your body” you kept going.

“Y/N! Behave. You two need to sit down and talk. Come on. You both know me. You know I wouldn’t make this suggestion unless I was absolutely certain of what I was doing” Blake said as they looked between you and Sehun.

You have to give it to Blake. They have never steered you wrong in this department. You had… Let’s say… Particular tastes in the bedroom. You also didn’t want to be tied down, you were focused on your career so you wanted only sexual relationships with people. No feelings, no meeting the parents, none of that. Not now at least. 

You were looking for someone different… You wanted to be dominated but only in the bedroom and doms well… They stay doms even outside of the bedroom which clashes with your bitchy personality. You are a submissive little thing only in the appropriate scenarios. Outside of that, you are a menace and take shit from no one which is why this initial conversation with Sehun has left you not wanting to explore anything else with him.

“Usually I trust your judgment but Sehun here already said ‘I’m too curvy for him’ so I would much rather not waste my time. Degradation is fine. I draw the line at assholeness” you said as you sipped your drink.

He laughed.

“Hmm… I think Blake is right. Let’s talk. What do you say? I’ll put the assholeness away, for now” he said as he looked you up and down and licked his lips.

Fuck, he may be an asshole but he is fucking gorgeous. He made you want to throw all your principles out the window at that moment . ‘Stay strong, Y/N. Get your shit together’. 

You sighed.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out” you told him and then turned to Blake.

“As for you, you better be right about this one” you had told them.

Blake rolled their eyes and moved away from the two of you and into the party that was currently going on around you.

Sehun started leading you to a table in the back of the rooftop you were in. Understandable. You couldn’t let this conversation be heard. Not here at your office party with all your colleagues and bosses around.

“So, not a great introduction. My bad. Can you get past it?” he asked after you sat down.

“Don’t know yet. Want to hear more. Blake said there was a reason they thought we would be good together and that intrigues me so why don’t you start by telling me what you want and what you are looking for in this… relationship” you answered him and opened the floor for him to change your mind.

“Well, not sure what Blake has told you about me but I’m a very busy person. Don’t have time for the typical relationship nor am I interested in that for now. I want someone who is looking for the same thing. I am very dominant in the bedroom which means I am looking for someone to be submissive to me. Always. No switching ever. As for kinks… Degradation, overstimulation, orgasm denial and a few more. We can talk about it in more detail after. My hard limit is anything relating to bringing other people into the bedroom. No fucking chance. I don’t like sharing. That’s the basics. What about you?”

‘Interesting’ you thought. Blake did know how to pick them for you.

“Pretty much the same for me. I’m focused on my career, don’t have time and don’t want a traditional relationship. Over the years I’ve been looking for someone to have more of a permanent deal. I’m sick and tired of having to look for different partners. I am very submissive in the bedroom. I do have some bratty tendencies but not too much. As I’m sure you figured out, outside of the bedroom, it’s a different story. I will not be talked to in the same way outside of the bedroom as I am talked to in the bedroom. As for kinks, those are fine. We can discuss more later, if we’re both interested. My hard limit is anything anal. Not my jam” you finished and he smiled.

“Sounds good to me. Want to get out of here?” he asked you.

Did you? Yes, you did. But was this the right choice? You were still on the fence about him due to his wonderful opening line but you do see some potential. You can always go home with him now and if it’s not what you were looking for or not worth having to deal with his smart mouth, you can just call it off right there.

“I do. But let’s say this is on a trial basis for tonight. Let’s see if we’re a good fit. If not, we go our separate ways” you told him.

“Sounds good. Let’s go then” he said as he got up from his seat.

“My apartment okay?” he asked you.

“Sure, if you murder me, Blake will know it was you so all good” you said jokingly and he laughed.

As he drove the both of you to his apartment, you kept looking over at him driving. He was sexy. Very sexy. He has a resting best face most of the time but so do you. Oh but it looks much better on him though.

He interrupted your thoughts.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he looked over at you when he stopped at a red light.

“Yes, but I’m sure that’s not surprising to you. For an asshole, you’re very intriguing” you told him and started to look out the window.

“About the ‘baby girl’ thing… Is that an in public rule or a hard no?” he asked you and you laughed.

“In public rule. I don’t mind it in the appropriate setting” you told him.

“Good to know. Any other pet names you like?” he asked again.

“‘Little one’ is my favorite. Not very common but I read it in a book once and fell in love with it” you told him and he hummed.

The rest of the ride to his apartment was silent. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. 

He led you through his apartment door and you were able to walk in and look around a bit when he moved to take off his jacket and shoes. It was a nice apartment. Simple. Light colors. Lots of room. You could see a small bed and a chest with some dog toys next to the couch.

“You have a dog?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah, his name is Vivi. He isn’t here tonight though” he said and you tried not to show your disappointment.

 He laughed.

“Wanted to meet him, huh?” he asked you.

“Sorry, I love dogs. Kind of my only weakness in life really” you answered and smiled.

“Be good tonight and I’ll think about letting you meet him” he told you and you gulped.

“Using your puppy against me already?” you asked him.

“Let’s call this taking advantage of an opportunity” he said as he started to walk over to you.

“Take off your jacket, shoes and dress and meet me in the bedroom” he told you and leaned in closer to you.

“Last door on the right” he whispered in your ear while holding your chin as he started walking in the direction he told you.

You took your jacket, shoes and dress off and took a deep breath. ‘Here we go again’ you thought. Let’s hope this one is the right one.

You walked into the bedroom and he was standing in front of the bed staring at you.

“Took your time. Are you nervous, little one?” he asked and your breath got stuck in your throat. 

Oh he’s going to be fun, that’s for sure.

“Tricky dress, that’s all” you tried saying confidently.

He moved closer to you and started to kiss you. His hands were holding your face. He kept moving the both of you until your back reached the back wall of his bedroom.

You don’t know how long the both of you stayed there just making out. He was a great kisser. If this was any indication of what was to come, you were definitely going to want more once tonight ends.

He started to move away from you and was staring you up and down.

“How far do you want me to go tonight? Pick a safeword either way” he told you as he started to take off his shirt.

“Surprise me. That’s what safewords are for. Let’s stick to colors. Always works” you told him as you stared at his naked torso now.

“Hmm… let’s test some things” he said and started walking to his closet.

He pulled a box from his closet and started to move towards the bed.

“Lay down close to the headboard, little one” he told you and you did what he asked.

He took out silk restraints from the box and moved closer to you. He started to restrain both your hands against the headboard and you moaned a bit. 

“Too tight?” he asked, looking at you.

“No, perfect” you told him.

“Baby girl likes pain. Noted” he told you and moved to lay on top of you. 

He started kissing you again and you pulled on the restraints. ‘This is going to be tough’ you thought. You liked to touch your partners and you definitely wanted to touch him, very much.

He started kissing down your neck, kissing your collarbones, kissing down your chest. It felt like he wanted to cover your whole body in kisses. It felt so good. His lips were beautiful and he seemed to be enjoying himself terribly, humming and sighing as he kissed you, which made you wetter and wetter by the second.

Once he was done you were both breathing hard and he leaned back on his heels and stared at you while running his hands up and down your thighs.

You were getting impatient. You wanted him to keep going, to do something, anything. You pulled on your restraints stupidly and he started to stare into your eyes as he laughed.

“Patience is a virtue, little one. Also, resistance is futile at this point” he said as he grabbed your thighs with a bit more power.

“You sure are taking your time staring at someone too curvy for your taste” you bit back at him.

He spanked your thigh. Hard.

“No talking back. And that’s a line I use on every potential match I meet. I enjoy the reactions and can get a sense of what to expect from someone based on that. Now can we move on from that or are you going to bring it up again and not get fucked at all?” he asked you sternly.

You stayed silent and he started to shake his head.

“Use your words and answer me now” he told you as he started to look through the box that was now next to him on the bed.

“I won’t bring it up again” you said and he stared at you.

Not good enough. You knew better than that.

“I won’t bring it up again, sir” you tried again and he hummed, satisfied.

“Good girl” he said and took out a small vibrator from the box.

“Let’s keep having fun, yeah little one?”

“Yes, sir”

He turned on the vibrator and started to move it up your legs as he leaned down to kiss you again. 

He pushed the vibrator against your clit through your panties and you moaned loudly into his mouth.

He started to kiss your neck and leave hickies as he increased the power on the vibrator. He pushed the palm of his hand against your pussy and trapped the vibrator between your clit and his hand. 

You were getting louder now, your breaths were shallow and you were starting to get closer and closer to the edge. 

“You sound so good, baby girl. Hmm I knew you would the moment I looked at you” he said and you were dripping now. Panties ruined and about to reach your peak and he completely removed himself and the vibrator from you and you sighed.

“Holding your complaints. What a good girl” he told you as he turned off the vibrator and placed it next to him.

“Open your eyes and look at me” he told you and you obeyed.

He grabbed your pussy and started massaging your clit slowly.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take a few more of those. I’m gonna taste you now. You’re fucking dripping. I bet you taste phenomenal” he told you as he started to take off your panties.

Orgasm denial is not your strength but it seems that’s the game to play tonight and if you play right, you might get a very good reward. You will do your fucking best.

After taking off your panties, he moved up to pull your bra up and started sucking your tits. He kept leaving hickies everywhere which you would need to worry about tomorrow when trying to hide them but definitely wouldn’t worry about them now.

You kept humming and you wanted to touch him so bad. You hated these restraints right now.

He moved down your body and started to eat you out. He focused on your clit at first. Sucking, licking, biting while both of his hands massaged your tits and pinched your nipples. 

You were moaning so loudly now. This felt incredible. Not enough to make you cum but enough to make you want him desperately. 

You pulled on your restraints again.

He lifted his head and smiled at you.

“Stop pulling on those or they will leave a mark. Use your words, baby girl. Tell me what you want from me and I might just give it to you” he told you as he kept pinching and twisting your nipples.

“Need more, sir. Please” you asked in your best begging voice. Fuck this was getting you wetter.

“Tell me exactly what you want, little one” he told you and started to kiss your clit.

“Your fingers, please, sir. I need your fingers” you sounded desperate but you didn’t care.

“Good girl” he said and started to finger you while his mouth focused on your clit.

His other hand now moved from your tit to your neck and he tentatively squeezed you. He looked back at you to see your reaction.

“Green, green, sir. Green” you told him and he laughed into your pussy.

He started to choke you harder and kept eating you out and fingering you. You were so fucking close again. You tried pretending like you weren’t close but he was inside you and could feel you starting to squeeze his fingers a little too hard and he pulled back completely from you.

“Fuck” you had let out and he spanked your thigh hard three times.

“You’ll take everything I give you and thank me for it, understood?” he asked, now massaging the place on your thigh he had just spanked.

“Y..Yes, sir… Sorry, sir…” you said as your breathing was evening out.

He moved away from you and got up from the bed. You stared at him and started to worry at first but then realized he was just removing the rest of his clothing.

After he removed the remaining pieces of clothes, you stared at him. He was hard and he truly was beautiful from head to toe. Even his dick was gorgeous. Perfect size and just staring at you. You started salivating and he gave you a short laugh.

Sehun joined you on the bed again and started to rub the tip of his cock in your folds. You started to move your hips with him and you were both panting now. He was also getting impatient, you could tell.

He sat back on his heels and leaned over to get the vibrator again. He turned it on and placed it on your clit on the lowest setting. He again trapped the vibrator between his hand and your clit and applied pressure.

With his other hand he started to stroke his cock and he kept staring at you.

Your moans were increasing again. With each orgasm he denies you, you get more and more sensitive and desperate to cum. He just started this third round and you are already getting desperate and getting close.

“Getting desperate, baby girl? You’re being so good, just a bit longer, I promise” he told you and as he finished his sentence he moved his cock closer to your pussy and pushed just the head against your hole.

Your breath hitched. Fuck, you really need him to fuck you. Bad. No more games.You need him now.

“Please… Please, sir… I’m so close…” you said and you looked between your bodies where he was holding his cock barely against your hole.

He leaned down to bite on one of your nipples and you started getting louder again and he removed himself from you completely. Again.

You were breathing really fast and started to whine and he leaned into your ear to praise your efforts. 

He did this exact same torture two more times. No one had ever denied you 5 times in a row. You were losing your mind and you were starting to lose your patience but at the same time he had made you feel like no one else had. Addicted. Desperate. You wanted to keep going. You wanted to continue getting praise. You wanted to be his good girl. His baby girl. 

He leaned his forehead in yours now and just whispered ‘so good’ over and over again. You could tell this was exactly what he was looking for too and you wanted to keep going.

He closed the box next to him and put it on the floor next to the bed. He reached back up to you and started to remove the silk restraints from you and you started to get excited.

“You were so good for me. You get to touch now” he said.

“Finally” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. 

You kept kissing for a while and moaning with your naked bodies intertwined and suddenly he pulled away.

He moved to the nightstand to get the condoms and started to roll one on his dick as you stared at him and licked your lips. 

He got closer to you and flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under your stomach to lift your ass up and he started to move his cock up and down your pussy again.

He spanked your ass and entered you without any warning. You were so wet and he had tortured you for so long that it was easy for him to just move into you until he bottomed out.

He didn’t give you any more warnings and he started to pound into you from behind. One of his hands was holding your hip and the other was pulling your hair and head back.

Fuck, you knew you weren’t gonna last and he seemed to be in the same both as you. 

“Touch yourself for me, little one” he told you and you moved your hand down to your clit and you knew you would soon be done.

You were being loud and so was he. Grunting and moaning and his movements started getting sloppier and you started getting closer and closer. He spanked you one last time and that drove you over the edge and you came with a cry of his name.

You kept moaning and your vision went white. This had been the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. 

You were still coming down from your orgasm and he bit down on your shoulder and spilled into the condom. 

He was holding himself up with one arm, half laying on you while the both of you recovered. 

You started to fall asleep. You were so absolutely satisfied but completely exhausted. You felt Sehun get up and when he came back he was not letting you sleep in peace.

“Come on, little one. Don’t get bratty on me now. Let’s take a shower and then you can sleep, okay?”

You grumbled and turned away from him. 

He spanked you again. This time lightly in comparison to the spanks from before.

“Move, lazy girl” he laughed as he told you.

You got up and you both showered and got back into bed. 

“In case it’s not clear, I’m staying over. Might fall asleep in the Uber if I leave now” you told him as you started to feel cozy and warm in his bed.

“Of course, Y/N. I wasn’t going to kick you out after that. I’m not a complete asshole” he said as he also started to get comfortable.

“Hmm… No ‘Y/N’ in here. Don’t ruin in” you told him and he huffed a laugh.

“Deal, little one. I’m assuming I meet your criteria and we can do this regularly then?” he asked you and you barely heard him as you were already starting to drift off to sleep.

“Yes, sir. Absolutely. Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m sleepy” you told him and you don’t remember if he answered since you fell asleep almost instantly.

You woke up the next morning and it was all good. Nothing was awkward. Sehun tried offering you breakfast but you told him you needed to go to get ready for a friend’s birthday brunch. You exchanged phone numbers and the deal was on.

It was great finally having someone you could do this regularly with who wanted the same thing as you. Sure, you had been wrong before but Sehun seemed different. He was like you. This time, there would be no hidden feelings and no complications, no. You would simply hang out when you needed to relieve some tension and that was it.

You had talked a few times over text which generally would be against your rules but he immediately told you ‘don’t overthink it, I think we’re really similar and I think you’re cool so I want to be friends and we can keep both things separate if it makes you feel better’. And it did make you feel better. He was a great guy. Funny. And you shared the same sense of humor so being friends with him was easy and you both knew there was no secret intentions behind this friendship or your deal.

Unfortunately, the only thing that had happened between you two in the next week was those text messages. He had been very busy with some company-wide situation and you were also busy getting ready for the final presentation of your deal to one of our clients. And, tonight you had the final company party of the year to announce the goals for the rest of this quarter and next year’s goals.

You and Blake arrived together at the party since neither of you wanted to drive, you chose to take an Uber together.

The party looked great. As usual. The board spared no expenses in order to make you all feel a part of something real and meaningful. You were grateful. This has been the first job where you felt happy and content with management and your growth in the company.

You and Blake sit at your table and thank fuck you were seated at the same table. Just because you were overall happy with the company, doesn’t mean there weren’t some bad apples in the company that you definitely did not want to sit next to and have to deal with all night.

You started to hear a really loud laugh. It was a funny laugh at first and made you laugh yourself but you started to get annoyed. You just had to have the table by the loudest most annoying laugh in the room. Of course.

You turned around to check out who was the culprit. You had to know in order to avoid them next time you were in this situation.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Oh Sehun. Of course. Why was his laugh this loud? For what reason? And the way he switched between his loud laugh and an absolute resting bitch face was something to marvel at for sure.

But… Why was he here? You were confused. You had never seen him at any company-wide party before. And you absolutely had never heard this laugh before, you would have remembered it. Had you missed him completely before? 

It seemed you had stared a bit too long at him and he sensed it because now he was looking at you and lifting his class up to signal he saw you. You lifted a brow at him, rolled your eyes and turned away from him.

“Did Sehun always work for this company? How have I never seen him before and why would you tell me to fuck him? You know I don’t like to dip my pen in the company ink…” you asked Blake when most of your table was gone.

“Because I knew you two would get along and I knew you would immediately tell me no if you knew he worked at the company. Pretty obvious, actually” they answered you.

“Besides, he is so high up in the chain you won’t ever see him around anyways. I’m actually surprised he’s here tonight. There’s always some excuse for him not to make it” they added.

“Great. I’m fucking one of my bosses, Wonderful. Thanks!” you said to Blake sarcastically.

“You’re welcome aaaaaand he’s coming this way so I’m gonna go. Have fun, be safe!” they told you before they got up and left.

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry for the surprise. Didn’t want to ruin a good thing” he said as he sat down in Blake’s now empty seat.

“You chose right. Had I known, this would never have happened and that would be unfortunate wouldn’t it?” you asked as you started to flirt with him. 

You needed him badly and now that he was here, you needed to make your intentions very clear about how you want tonight to end.

“Meet me at the entrance at 11:30. Don’t be late” he told you and left to go back to his table.

The night seemed to go by very, very slow, more so now that you knew what awaited you after you left. You were pretending to hear whatever one of your very boring colleagues was trying to tell you about but you were lost in your thoughts and you didn’t even notice his hand touching your arm. 

As soon as you noticed, you flinched and backed away from him. You ended up telling him off completely. He shouldn’t have tried to touch you without your consent and if he tried anything else with you, HR would be hearing all of this. 

You got up and were walking to the bathroom when someone grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer.

“It’s me. Quite the show with your colleague. I should fire him just for even looking at you” Sehun growled in your ear.

“You shouldn’t surprise people this way either. Almost elbowed you in the ribs. And I can defend myself. He already got an earful” you told him.

“Let’s go now before someone else decides to touch what’s mine” he told you and started to move towards the entrance.

“What’s yours? That deal is off outside the bedroom, Sehun” you told him as you followed him out the venue, 

“No, it isn’t. I told you. I don’t like sharing. That’s my hard limit. And you want to start fucking up now? Already? Fine. I’ll fucking show you tonight then” he told you as he turned around and got very close to your lips.

This was the second time he was driving you both to his apartment. This time, however, he was in a very different mood. His resting bitch face was out and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

This was going to be a very interesting night.

He parked the car in the garage and before you could open the door to get out he spoke up.

“Here’s the code to my apartment. Get in. Strip down completely and wait for me on the bed. Don’t speak. Go. Now.”

You said nothing and started making your way up. You were very wet already. Why was he so sexy when he got like this? ‘Fucking unfair’ you thought.

You got into the apartment and quickly took off all your clothes and moved to sit on the bed. You didn’t know how long he was going to take but you didn’t want to risk it. It already seemed like you would be in for a very long night,you didn’t need to make this any worse for yourself. 

As you were finishing your thoughts, he walked through the bedroom door and didn’t say a word. He took off all his clothes except his underwear and moved to his closet. You already knew what he was going to get but right now you couldn’t decide if you should be excited or scared.

He placed the box on the bed and stared at you. He looked you over from head to toe and his face had such intensity… Excited. You were definitely excited. Being scared has disappeared from your mind completely.

“Move up. No fucking touching for you again. Not until you learn” he told and you gulped.

You moved up on the bed as he told you to.

“I didn’t know that applied outside of the bedroom. You mentioned sharing in that sense, I didn’t know you meant outside of it. And, I didn’t want him to touch me. He did it without my consent. I wasn’t paying attention, I was–”

“It doesn’t matter. Pay attention next time. Don’t want to have to sit there and watch that. Even if it isn’t welcome. Now that you know that it applies to in and outside of the bedroom, I’m going to give you an out. If you take it, we are done. With the deal, I mean. If you don’t take it, I expect you to take care of what’s mine when I’m not around” he told you as he started to take the silk restraints out of the box.

Usually possessiveness was not something that you enjoyed but to be fair, you get it. You wouldn’t want to share him with anyone either. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know. I’ll be better from now on. Promise” you told him and looked straight into his eyes so he knew you meant it.

He started to restrain your hands against his headboard and you just stared at him. He wasn’t going to be nice tonight, you know that much.

“Safeword?” he asked after he was satisfied with the restrains on your wrists.

“Colors, sir” you said as you started to lay down. 

As soon as your head hit the pillow, he climbed over you and started to kiss you. Shit, you had forgotten how good of a kisser he was. You could just kiss him for hours like this. You were starting to moan and he bit your lip hard and moved away from you.

“This is a punishment. Your enjoyment doesn’t matter tonight, understood?” he asked you and you nodded and agreed. You figured as much.

He moved to the box and pulled out nipple clamps. This was new for you. You had never tried this before. Your nipples were very sensitive so you weren’t sure how this was going to feel but you wanted to find out.

He looked over at you and raised his brow at you. You knew what he was silently asking you.

“Green, sir” you said and he nodded.

He started to massage your breasts and kiss you again.

And as soon as you forgot what he was holding in his hands, he clamped one of your nipples and you gasped. He started to kiss you again and kept massaging your breasts and he surprised you again with the other clamp. It felt different. Painful but pleasurable at the same time. Difficult to describe, but you knew you were getting wetter.

He placed a kiss on each of your breasts and took the small vibrator out of the box. He turned it on to the highest setting and smirked. Oh. You get it now. He’s going to try and push you to your limit. You gulped.

He looked over at you and slapped your pussy. So hard. You almost came right then. You were being stimulated in ways you’ve never had been before and it was all overwhelming in the best way. 

He got up, took his underwear off and got back on the bed. He was kneeling between your legs and started to run his hands up and down your legs while he stared at your pussy.

“You’re pretty everywhere, you know that?” he asked as he kept staring at your pussy.

“Thank you, sir. You are too” you said as you stared right back at him.

He took the vibrator and placed it on your clit. In the highest setting. He trapped it between his hand and your clit and you knew this move by heart now. Except this time, you don’t think he will deny you your orgasm. You have a feeling he is going with the other end of the spectrum. 

He leaned over and started kissing your neck. He began pushing the vibrator against your clit harder and then softer. He was alternating rhythms constantly and you were losing it already.

You started to pant and moan so loud and he could tell you were close and before you knew it, you came. 

He didn’t move his hand away, not even a little bit. He kept the vibrator right against your clit and didn’t even give you time to recover from your high.

“Sensitive, please… Wait a bit, sir, please” you begged.

“No. Take it. Silently. I only wanna hear you moan or say my name. No complaining or it gets worse” he warned you.

You started to whine but you pushed through. You wanted to be good for him. Desperately.

He leaned back on his heels and kept pressing the vibrator onto your clit. With his other hand he started to massage your breasts softly and you hissed. 

“Fuck…” you heard him curse almost in a whisper. He was already getting affected too.

He stopped massaging your breasts and started to stroke his cock with his free hand while pressing the vibrator against your clit and he started the abuse on your clit again by alternating the pressure. 

He kept stroking his cock and removed the vibrator from your clit. He now placed it on your hole and kept pushing it in for a few seconds and taking it out until you could only feel the vibrations against your hole.

Fuck, this was a new kind of torture. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to be the one stroking his cock. You started to stare at his cock and you were whining now.

“Next time be good and you might be the one doing this” he told you and you looked up.

He kept this pace with the vibrator in and out of your pussy entrance. With his other hand, he stopped stroking his cock and placed his fingers on your clit. He started to do figure eights on your clit and you knew you were going to be gone soon.

A few more strokes like this and you were over the edge again. You could feel yourself dripping and your pussy hole kept clenching around nothing now that he moved the vibrator away.

He again gave you no time to recover and pushed the vibrator back to your clit. His other hand went to your hole and he started to finger you. Two fingers at first and quickly he added a third and started an aggressive pace that had you seeing stars. 

Soon enough, you were close again and you started moaning again very loudly. You were never this loud before. Tears were flowing down your face and as you came a third time.

As you were coming down from your high, he removed his hands and vibrator from you and unclamped both your nipples. He started to massage your breasts and as the blood flow came back to your nipple, you started to wail. You had never felt anything like this before. Your orgasm had been amplified like never before. Your eyes were shut and you kept panting and moaning and whining.

Sehun was now whispering in your ear words you haven’t heard all night.

“Such a good girl. My baby girl. You’re so good. You’re so good to me. We’re almost done. Almost done. Promise” he continued praising and reassuring you.

Once you opened your eyes, you could see he was staring down at you and he had a worried look on his face.

“Color, little one?”

“Green, sir… G..Green” you said weakly but you didn’t want him to stop. He had to fuck you.

“Please, keep going. Fuck me, sir… Please… I need it” you were begging.

“Shhh… I will, little one. Remember your colors and tell me if it’s too much” he told you before he started to hold his cock by your entrance.

Much like last time, he grabbed a condom and pushed in, easily. He started to thrust hard against you. He set a very fast and hard pace. He was reaching places inside you you didn’t think was possible.

He leaned back a bit, lifted your hip with one hand and pushed down on your stomach with his other hand. In this position and with his hand pushing down on you, he was hitting your g-spot constantly and so fucking hard. It was only a matter of time.

The hand that was holding your hip moved to your clit and as soon as he pinched your clit you came again. You were squeezing his cock so hard, it was hard for him to move inside you but he kept going.

“One more. One more, little one…” he said as he was nearing his end as well.

He placed both your legs on his shoulder and he continued pounding into you. 

He grabbed one of your tits and started to pinch your nipple and with his free hand he again pushed down on your clit. It wasn’t long before you came again and he finished a few seconds after you.

You don’t remember much after that. You were so exhausted. You needed to sleep and after making sure you were okay and releasing your wrists from the headboard, he let you rest.

You woke up in his bed and he was already up and was scrolling on his phone.

“Let’s do this exclusively, yeah? I’m not sure if you planned to see other people, but I meant it with the ‘no sharing’. You’re too good for that” he told you, eyes still facing his phone.

“I didn’t plan on seeing anyone else. No sharing it is. Exclusive deal but still the same deal” you told him, now moving off of the bed to go shower.

“Of course. Same deal” he told you as he lifted his head from his phone and smiled at you.

You were reminded to thank Blake later. 

Not only have they found you a good friend, but also your perfect dom.

Hey guys! I hope you guys enjoy this one. A lot of things were new for me here but I enjoyed writing this a lot! As usual, please let me know in the comments and such if you enjoyed reading it 💕 Thank you for supporting me! CHEERS 🥂

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[wonjns]

I want Sehun to bend me over his knee and spank me and call me his dumb lil' boy toy 🥴

WHEWWWW imagine imagine. it’s so funny bc i can imagine sehun w/ sub tendencies but when he gets in the mood to take control — Lord have mercy on us all !

if “bratty dom” instead of “mean” is a thing,, it’d be sehun 100%. making you apologize while he punishes you but doesn’t really listen to your whines or whimpers,,,, OK LEMME STOP

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[jongbross]

Ik that hard hours are over, there are times where I have the thought of being In polyamorous relationship with both Junmyeon and Sehun, and I nearly lose my mind. Like I imagine Junmyeon being the voice of reason between the 3 of them, but that goes out the window when they’re in the bedroom if you know what I mean 😉. Meanwhile, Sehun is a sub obedient to both his partners but can be a brat at times esp during sex while the reader is lowkey just happy to be there lmao. Like imagine riding Sehun while Myeon is behind whisper sweet (& dirty) nothings into your as he plays with your ass and breasts, edging you on further before he suddenly enters you, soon matching Sehun’s pace and then soon coming undone with them following close behind. I mean, Sehun is well endowed as we know, but I don’t underestimate Mister Junmyeon. I know he’s got something there too 🤭.

junmyeon is the definition of switch so he can do good in both roles, both dom and sub. that means that, in this scenario, he could go from bossing you and sehun around and telling you two exactly what to do before he even touches you, to laying back and just allowing you and sehun to do as you wish with his body.

sehun is more of a sub, so HE is more than happy to just be there lol he likes the attention he gets from you and junmyeon, both on and out of the bedroom. on the rare occasions where you two let him be the dom though, sehun can get quite mean... he doesn't dom that often, so you can expect him to not know what to do, but believe me, he knows his every move - from edging you to overstimulating junmyeon.

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