#exo fanfics

[veethefreeelf]

BAEKHYUN Fic Recs

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

None of these works are mine, I tagged all the authors, make sure to go to the authors page, like and reblog their works

Messy - two-shot, 14K - by @bobohu4eva - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Good to You Series by @bobohu4eva again because ALL of their works are brilliant and you should read all of them -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Pink Lace Series by... again the brilliant @bobohu4eva -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Sweet Tooth Series by my fave Baekhyun writer (if it wasn't obvious already) @bobohu4eva -> M / A / F / HpE

Ecstasy Series (ongoing) by @bobohu4eva (yes, me simp) -> M / A / F

Deflowered - two-shot, 15.3K - by @bobohu4eva (guys... just read their whole work) -> M / A / F / HpE

Better Than Revenge - one-shot, 20.1K - by @byunified - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Enchanted - one-shot, 21.1K - by @byunified again because they write Baekhyun beautifully -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Redo - one-shot, 17.7K - by @byunified because they are an amazing writer obviously -> M / A / F / HpE

Snapshot & Sequels - one-shot, 3K - by @icequeenbae - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Six Phases Series by @exosmutfactory - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Guys My Age - one-shot, 6.7K - by @bvidzsoo - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Be Mine - one-shot, 18.4K - by @bvidzsoo again because this one is pure gold -> M / minor A / F / HpE

neon moon - one-shot, 6.7K - by @kyungseokie -> M / A / F / HpE

sweet - one-shot, 5K - by @baekluvie - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

candy stars - one-shot, 5K - by @gyukult - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE

drive safe - one-shot, 12.4K - by @gyukult (go through their Masterlist pleeeeease) -> M / A / F / HpE

Incubus: Coming of Age - two-shot, 10.1K - by @byuntrash101 - full Masterlist -> M / HpE

PARAPHILIA mini Series by @byuntrash101 because their works are amazing -> M / F / HpE

Baekhyunie don't leave me Series by @byuntrash101 again because they are an amazing writer -> M / A / F / HpE?

Deal with it - two-shot, 10.6K - by @byuntrash101 (THEY ARE AMAZING) -> M / minor F / HpE

The Damnation of a Saint - one-shot, 11.4K - by @byuntrash101 (I keep telling you to go to their masterlist) -> M

The Heir - one-shot, 4.5K - by YES AGAIN @byuntrash101 just go to their page -> M / A / F / HpE?

Silver - one-shot, 6.5K - by @lucyjay -> M / F / HpE

The End of the F**king World Series by @noonachronicles - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Trapped in his Maestoso Series by @oohfluffy - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Black and White Series by @baekingpancakes - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Cataclysm Series by @whimsical-ness - full Masterlist -> minor M / A / F

I Give Up Series by @soobadnoonecanstopher - full Masterlist - this was the very first Baekhyun fic I read and it has a very special place in my heart -> M / A / F / HpE

Touch it for Real Series by @soobadnoonecanstopher again because all of their series are absolute gold -> M / A / F / HpE

Come Back to Bed - one-shot, 1.3K - by @writemekpop - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

For Me - two-shot, 13.8K - by @spacequokka - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Moon Rise - one-shot, 3.5K - by @spacequokka again because they are an amazing writer -> M / F / HpE

his one and only - one-shot, 8.1K - by @cosmic-railwayxo - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE

Prohibited - one-shot, 13.9K - by @kpopfanfictrash - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Imminence - one-shot, 10K - by @kpopfanfictrash again because they are amazing and they have a very diverse masterlist, check it out! -> M / A / F / HpE

Begin - one-shot, 4.1K - by @kpopfanfictrash again cause they are amaziiiiiiing -> M / A / F / HpE

loyal Series by @charmedbaek - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

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[jongbross]

baby fever - kim jongin x reader

pairing: kim jongin x reader word count: 940114 (lol) genre: pure fluffy warnings: i truly believe jongin got the baby fever one day and it just stuck to his dna a/n: happy belated birthday to my one and only. i love you so freaking much it hurts, jongin ah ☹️💕

you smiled as you saw jongin giggling to the baby on his lap, fingers tickling the baby’s tiny feet and making her whole chubby, cute face light up. the baby laughed, a sweet pitched sound taking over the entire room and making jongin widen his eyes in surprise.

“did you see it?!”, he asked you, voice getting squeaky. “i just made her laugh!”

before you could reply, jongin turned his attention to the baby again, gentle hands pulling her closer and into a better position on his lap. the baby stared at jongin with curious eyes, little hands reaching for his face and roaming from his lips to his nose, eyes, before finally settling on his cheeks.

“do you like my face?”, jongin asked the baby, who giggled as his cheeks moved while he talked. “i like yours too.”

mirroring her actions, jongin also rested his palms against her cheeks, squeezing them and making her pout. he smiled at the sight, chuckling.

“she’s so cute i’m gonna die”, he stated.

“you’re so cute that i’m going to die”, you said, eyes so focused on the scene in front of you that nothing could take your attention away from that moment.

jongin took the baby’s hands on his own, kissing both of them before resting his face on the top of her head.

“i want one…”, jongin said, voice soft and calm.

“one what?”

“a baby”, he pouted. “can we have one? or maybe two, so the first one won’t be alone.”

“wow, slow down, tiger!”, you told him, making him smile. “let’s take it easy, okay? one at a time.”

“one at a time”, he repeated, agreeing with you. “a little boy first, and then a baby girl.”

“jongin!”

#kim jongin x you #kim jongin x reader #kim jongin imagines #kim jongin fanfic #kim jongin fluffy #jongin x reader #jongin x you #jongin imagines #kai x reader #kai x you #kai imagines #exo x reader #exo x you #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo fanfics #exo fluffy #exo #exo kai #kim jongin #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

[way-of-the-sun]

Even when it rains

@exols-silver-christmas

This is my Secret Santa gift for @tao-lay. It was a lot of fun to participate again this year and I hope this little story warms your heart during these cold months.

Genre: fluff, tiniest bit of angst

Prompt: something soft, something domestic, something that soothes the soul

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho)/Kim Jongdae (Chen)

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Junmyeon was sitting at his desk, trying and failing to come up with some lyrics for his upcoming new solo album. His eyes were unfocused and he was gripping a pen lightly between his fingers. It must have been hours of him sitting there, trying to be productive but his brain just wouldn’t cooperate.

Junmyeon sighed and lifted his gaze to look out of the window. The sky was grey and it was raining heavily. The raindrops falling against the window were making a calming sound and lulled Junmyeon even further into a state of listlessness. A deep sigh left his mouth.

The last few weeks were stressful for all of Exo but Junmyeon bore a heavier burden as the leader. There was so much criticism, so much hate against one of their members and all of this made for a melancholic and emotional atmosphere. A few weeks ago Jongdae announced that he was going to be a father and the backlash wasn’t pretty.

Junmyeon got blind sided by the news when Jongdae first told all the members about his growing family. But he was happy for him nonetheless. Just like all the other members. Everyone encouraged him and Junmyeon could still remember the happiness that lightened up Jongdae's face when he received all the love from his Exo members. He remembered hugging Jongdae tight for longer than necessary and how Jondae's arms tightened around his body when he whispered words of support into Jongdae's ear.

But even though all the Exo members were happy and supportive, Junmyeon feared that Jongdae would get lots of hate for starting a family and marrying his girlfriend from some fans and in the end Junmyeon‘s fears came true. It hurt to know that his member, his dear friend for many years had to go through all this trouble just because the industry and some fans couldn’t accept that even though they’re idols, they still have a life outside of their job.

Lightning brightened the sky and the following thunder pulled Junmyeon out of his spiralling thoughts. He sighed again and buried his hand in his hair.

„I have to get it together…“ he murmured and gripped the pen tighter. Just when he wanted to start working on his lyrics again a knock on the door interrupted his half-hearted attempt.

Junmyeon put the pen down and turned to face the door.

„Come in.“ he said and waited for the person outside to come inside. A small surprised sound left his mouth when he saw Jongdae standing in the door frame. Jongdae was clutching an umbrella in his right hand, raindrops falling down onto the floor. He was wearing comfortable clothes and it looked like he came to visit Junmyeon straight after finishing his daily vocal lessons.

„Hyung…“ The unusually silent voice surprised and alarmed Junmyeon. There has seldom been a day when Jongdae was quiet. Junmyeon mustered his unexpected companion and saw deep circles under his eyes. The whole aforementioned situation seemed to affect his friend more than he wanted to admit maybe even to himself. Junmyeon knew that he had to be strong for Jongdae right now so he did what he did best and straightened his spine, put on his most comforting smile and invited Jongdae in.

„Come, sit down.“ Junmyeon gestured to the comfortable couch which was a new addition to this room. After a few too many nights of him falling asleep on his desk, trying to write lyrics, Junmyeon decided that he needed a place better suited for taking a nap. After pestering his manager he finally got his brand new couch where Jongdae now gingerly sat on. He looked smaller than normally sitting there. Exhausted and sad.

Jongdae’s facial expression plucked at Junmyeon's heartstrings and he knew that he had to interfere. So with the gentlest voice he asked this one important question.

„What is bothering you?“

Jongdae lifted his head and looked straight at Junmyeon, exhaling loudly.

„Hyung… shouldn’t they be happy for me?“ This quietly uttered question nearly broke Junmyeon’s heart. He immediately knew what Jongdae was talking about so Junmyeon stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down next to his friend. He put his arms around Jongdae’s shoulders and just hugged him tight for a moment. Jongdae returned the embrace and melted into the warm and strong arms surrounding him. When Junmyeon felt Jongdae melting into his embrace he started to speak again.

„They should. And I know for sure that so many people are happy for you. Including all of the boys and including me.“ Junmyeon stroked Jongdae’s hair. It had gotten longer and Junmyeon knew that Jongdae would trim his hair in the near future. But for now Junmyeon just let the strands of hair run through his fingers, occasionally playing with the ends of Jongdae's hair.

„Everything will be fine.“ He whispered. Jongdae didn’t say anything for a few seconds but then his quite voice could be heard.

„Thank you.“ Jongdae's arms squeezed Junmyeon's waist.

Junmyeon didn’t say anything any more just nodded and cradled his precious friend inside his arms. It didn’t take long before Jongdae’s breathing got deeper and his body sagged against Junmyeon’s. Smiling softly, Junmyeon relaxed into the couch and looked down on his friend sleeping in his arms. All the sorrow seemed to have left Jongdae’s face and Junmyeon felt the urge to just protect him always.

Junmyeon kissed him lightly on the brow and gripped him tighter, not wanting to let him go. The scent of Jongdae's shampoo drifted into his nose and Junmyeon took a beep breath, enjoying this closeness.

Jongdae was shuffling deeper into the warmth of the couch and the body heat of his companion. Junmyeon gazed at him full of affection and love.

„I will always be there for you.“

Junmyeon listened to the rain that was pelting against the windows. The sound was lulling him to sleep. He closed his eyes and just before he drifted off to sleep a soft whisper left his lips.

„Even when it rains.“

#exolss23 #exo fanfics #junmyeon #jongdae #suho #chen #exo fanfic #exo-l secret santa 2023

[mybiasisexo]

who are your fav or go to tumblr pages that write exo fics? or any specific stories you enjoy on here?

I have a tag for the fanfics I like

and im an old lady so I don't really know any new writers (I am so sorry I need to get back on it) but I do have my personal icons @baekberrie @yeoldotcom @j-pping @yeoldontknow @biaswreckingfics @ninibears-erigom @baeklination @byuntrash101 @breakyeol @vampwrrr @whimsical-ness (also rip to all the amazing work we have lost, all the talented writers who have gone. Thank you for your service)

my HIGHLY recommended fics are:

Break a Sweat by @breakyeol

I read this literally whenever my yeol thirst is too much and its gonna hit every time!!! My all time fav yeol smut

Sweet Lies by @vampwrrr

This is hands down one of the best bbh fanfics I have ever read. She writes bbh so damn well and its just so so amazing. I reread it every fall lmfaooo and I have hope that one day we will get a new chapter, amen 😔

Guardian by @kpopfanfictrash

An oldie (all the fics I love are like from 2016 smh) but GOODIE even if you feel some type of way about chen fics now I still HIGHLY recommend.

Exception by @moonlightjongin

Now, this story also isn't finished and prob won't be but...the edge of your seat??? The DRAMA?!??? Ugh I just love this one so much I really need to reread it cause its just amazing and I feel not enough people know about this one. A gem, truly

The Greatest Gift by @wonderlustlucas

Its giving everything it needs to give. Literally idk its just so good! The chemistry, the writing, the smut, chanyeols characterization. Just v brilliant and smart and truly my writing inspo. The sequel is just as scream inducing god I love it

and of course there is this little writer called @mybiasisexo who has this one story called Entangled that's ok. like she's cooking or whatever 👀😂

#this made me realize how much I don't read wow #like everything is from 2016 #and all the writers don't even be writing anymore #also realized some of my all time fave stories are GONE #I had a couple more recs but the writer deleted :// #ask #anon #exo #exo scenarios #exo fanfics

[tao-lay]

Spinning Around You

@exols-silver-christmas

Hello @way-of-the-sun! This is my little gift for you, and I hope you like it. I had several approaches when I received the prompt, but I really hope this gives the prompt you left some justice. Happy Holidays!

Title: Spinning Around You Genre: Fluff, BodySwap, Soulmate Characters: Kim Minseok, Do Kyungsoo Words: 1,394

Minseok learned the hard way that a large salad plate, and a champagne flute cost 50 bucks; especially if they’re the good kind. His tips for the night were wiped out because of a rookie mistake he could have avoided if he had just stopped to let a family pass instead of trying to squeeze past them. He sighed as he handed the last dollar to his manager, pocketing only a measly 6 dollars into his pocket at the end of the night.

"See you tomorrow," he called out, adjusting his backpack behind him before waving at his coworker who was assigned to be the closer for tonight.

Once he reached his apartment three blocks away, he plopped down on bed only to stare up at the ceiling. 'I guess i can skip dinner?' he thought to himself. Minseok could feel his eyelids flutter shut but his stomach growled just before he could be lured to sleep.

He glanced at his wall clock then sighed, pushing himself off the bed then slipping on his shoes. Minseok decided to make his way to a nearby fast-food restaurant that offers value meals. Once he was there, he opted for a meal that had chicken, rice, and a drink. The restaurant was quick with his order and he decided to have the food taken out so he could eat his meal in the privacy of his own home.

"Watch where you’re going," said a gruff voice as a hand lightly pushed at Minseok’s shoulder.

"Sorry," he replied. The man was a good foot taller than he was and he wasn’t trying to pick any fights tonight. He caught a glimpse of a familiar face under a black cap behind the said gruff man, though. The man had a fair complexion, complementing the dark clothing he wore, and the plumpest lips he had ever seen up close. He looked familiar but he just couldn’t put his finger on who that might be.

Minseok did as the bigger man said, and minded his own business. He headed back home to eat his meal in peace. It wasn’t the most mind-blowing meal he’s had, but it was still food for his stomach so wasn’t too disappointed at it. Minseok threw away the disposables then resumed his lying position on his bed. He whipped out his phone and looked up the latest performance of this one singer he had been having a crush on for the past couple of months.

With his body being tired, his stomach full, and his heart slowly filled with lyrics and song, he eventually drifted off to sleep.

-

Minseok woke up to an alarm. It wasn’t his alarm but he shut it off out of instinct. He patted around the bed to feel for his phone. And... Well, he felt a phone, it wasn’t his. But he managed to unlock it with his fingerprint? Everything is a blur, but he was sure he was awake.

Why is it 4am? Why was he waking up to an alarm that was two hours earlier than he was used to? Why was his bed so big and soft?

He sat up on his bed then stepped on the floor, seeing something that freaked him out more than being able to unlock a stranger's phone using his fingerprint. He saw feet that weren’t his. It was connected to his body, sure. But they weren’t his! He stumbled out of bed then headed over to where he thought the bathroom was. It was the walk-in closet. Minseok padded out then walked to the other door he could find in the room. Thankfully, it was the bathroom and right there, in the mirror, staring at him, was a face that wasn’t his. Instead, it belonged to a famous singer whom he was a fan of.

He was in the body of the very soulful singer, and gifted dancer do Kyungsoo. The singer that he had been crushing on for three years and counting. The singer whose concerts he went to even if he was just seated in the general admission section. The celebrity who he has met in person after winning a raffle draw from buying his album. The singer who gave him the warmest smile and told him that he recognized him, even though it was their first time meeting in person.

Minseok gasped loudly upon the realization then covered his mouth, making the idol in the reflection also cover his mouth in shock. He looked down at his hands, turned them around over and over before he ended up lightly slapping his face.

It was real, he wasn’t dreaming. He was definitely in this celebrity’s body and it most likely meant that the same celebrity was now in his bed, waking up in a dingy apartment. Minseok wants to run to where his apartment is and apologize to the celebrity.

Minseok made himself decent; wearing a simple pair of jogging pants, a plain shirt, and a cap to cover his current identity as this artist. This artist had won several awards on music shows already, able to hold decent and high notes despite dancing flashy choreography. It was only one of the reasons why Minseok has a crush on him, but that wasn’t the time to gush. If he could get to where his apartment was, and maybe talk to the person whom he switched bodies with, they could successfully return to their own bodies.

-

After successfully dodging two big security guards, several "loving" fans who were "staying" in the room beside where Kyungsoo was staying at in the hotel, and managing to get a hold of a cab, he finally arrived at his apartment. His fancy yet casual clothing stuck out like a sore thumb in his own neighborhood. He stepped inside the apartment then adjusted his cap to cover his face in case anyone would recognize him. When he reached his apartment, he knocked on the door twice.

The door opened not soon later, his own eyes staring right at him. Unlike him though, he was met with excitement and with glee instead of sheer confusion. The door flung open and he was met with a body hugging his own.

Now he was more confused?

When Kyungsoo in Minseok's body pulled away, he was looking at the other with wide and sparkling eyes. He was looking at the other so lovingly, one would think that it was Kyungsoo (in Minseok's body) that was the fan.

"I have been waiting for this day," Kyungsoo said, gently leading Minseok back into the small apartment. "And I had been hoping it was you."

Minseok was so confused. Yes, it was his idol telling him all these lovely things that are making his toes curl and his stomach flip, but why?

"If you remember during the third grade, when you helped a kid buy milk from the canteen because that kid didn't have enough money.." Kyungsoo was blushing, and it was strange for Minseok to see himself blushing, but he welcomed it. He vaguely remembers the story, though.

"That kid was me," Kyungsoo hummed, almost melting with the way his voice crooned. "And I had the biggest crush on you that time,” he nodded, lightly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “But our family moved away even before I could tell you how cool you were, and how you made me feel seen. My crush was rekindled when you won my fansign event. It was just so unfortunate you didn’t recognize who I was."

Now it was Minseok's turn to blush.

"So now," Kyungsoo smiled widely, "Shall we.. Return to our own bodies?"

"But how," Minseok croaked, voice hoarse from not using it the entire morning.

"Like this," Kyungsoo's smile grew wider as he leaned closer to Minseok then pressed a soft kiss to his lips afterwards.

When Minseok opened his eyes afterwards, he was looking at Kyungsoo. It had indeed worked; they were back to their own bodies. Before Kyungsoo could utter another word, it was Minseok who closed the gap between their lips again.

As they pulled away again, Kyungsoo smiled at Minseok, lightly adjusting his cap. “By any chance, do you have three dollars?”

Minseok tilted his head in confusion again.

“I kinda.. Have a craving, and I want to buy milk from the convenience store.”

#exolss23 #exo fanfics #exo fanfic #exo-l secret santa 2023 #minseok #kyungsoo #d.o. #xiumin #exo #kpop

[dreamylittlesugarcube]

I Do for Two

Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, kissing, consensual touching

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It’s your anniversary–and Baekhyun has surprised you with a vow renewal ceremony and a second honeymoon to Hawaii! But there’s a secret brewing—one you’ll have to spill before the night’s through. 

A/N: Lots of requests for Baek pregnancy fics, so I tried to blend a couple of them together! Appropriate also in honor of Baekhyun’s return from the military! 🎉🎉🎉Enjoy! 

*Please note image(s) do not belong to me and credit should be given to their original owner(s)*

~*~

“...that’s a nice dress…but I bet it would look better on my bedroom floor.” 

You chuckled at the horrendous pickup line your husband was whispering in your ear. 

“Ha, ha, ha, did you get that one from Junmyeon?”

“Hardly, baby, you know Junmyeon is innocent–I got that masterpiece from Chanyeol.” 

You tried to formulate a suitably snarky response, but became distracted by Baekhyun slowly trailing his fingers up your back, lingering where your dress revealed naked skin. Leaning in, he placed frenzied kisses on your neck, signaling his desperation to get you into the honeymoon suite. 

Normally, your mind would’ve been following the same path. You were, afterall, married to one of the most devilishly handsome men in the entire universe. Soft, fluffy hair, soulful eyes, sinful lips, large hands, and abs worthy of adoration–all yours to enjoy. You wanted nothing more than to get Baekhyun alone and have your wicked way with him. It had already been a year since your wedding, but you still couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 

However, there was one thing alone bringing sense to your lust-addled brain: a secret–one you had yet to share with your overly-enthusiastic groom. You’d wanted to tell Baekhyun right away, but in typical Baekhyun-fashion, he’d throw you for a loop after his recent return from the military–a vowel renewal and surprise second honeymoon to Hawaii. With all the commotion, you’d thought it better to wait until it was all over, or at the very least, until you had a non-alcoholic piña colada in your hand.

Children had always been on the table, but always in a future sense. Baekhyun had his music career, which kept him incredibly busy, and you had your job as a restaurant critic. Both involved lots of travel and frequent late nights, so it had never really seemed like the right time. Putting a hand over your belly, you wondered how your husband would react to the news. Your heart beat fast in your chest, whether out of excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.

The car eased to a stop and you were pulled back to the present. Baekhyun swiftly grabbed your hand, escorting you out of the car and through the lobby. In what felt like ten seconds flat, you were checked in and giggling on the elevator, sharing sloppy, heated kisses like two two youngins giddy to experience their first times. When the elevator reached your floor, you yelped in surprise as Baekhyun hoisted you in his arms, princess-style, so he could “carry you over the threshold”. 

When the door to your suite finally closed behind you, the air was heavy with anticipation and expectation of what the night would bring. Before you could get out a word, you were pressed against the door, fighting for air as Baekhyun’s lips tangled with yours. For a few minutes, you were lost, tightening your hands in his hair to secure what you desired. 

Giving you a few moments of relief, Baekhyun trailed his lips downward, starting from your chin and stopping short when the neckline of your dress prevented him from going any lower. With a pout on his cherry-red lips, he started to ease down the fabric at your shoulders, placing small kisses each time he exposed more of your bare skin. 

As your breath came out in small gasps, you knew that soon you’d lose yourself to him, entranced by the touch of his hands and his clever mouth. Using all your willpower, you freed your hands from the confines of his silky hair and laid them against this chest, attempting to hold him slightly away from you. 

“Baek–” 

He grabbed the hand against his chest, his lips leaving pointed kisses against your palm before continuing their journey up to your wrist. 

“Baekhyun, stop,” you murmured, trying again to gain the attention of the man who was currently making your brain feel like scrambled eggs.

“Hmmm?” he responded absently, clearly only half-listening, as he continued on with his mission of seduction. 

You ducked under his arm, which had been caging you against the door, hoping some physical space might help you both cool down. You ambled over and sat down in one of the fluffy arm chairs situated in the “living room” area of the suite. You would have preferred to sit on the bed, but didn’t think that would bode well for such a serious conversation. 

Meanwhile, Baekhyun had seemed to finally realize that something was off. The glazed look had faded from his eyes and he looked vaguely confused to find you outside of his arms. He walked over, kneeling down in front of you so he could cup your face in his hands.

“What’s wrong, baby?”  He looked at you with concern, rubbing your cheeks in a comforting gesture. 

“Baek–I have–I have something to tell you.” Your voice trembled a bit, betraying your nervousness. 

“What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything,” Baekhyun cooed in a soothing manner. 

Warmth bloomed in your chest as his words washed over you. Your lovely Baek had a way of making you feel like all of life’s problems weren’t so important anymore. Feeling supremely comforted, you decided to just rip this off like a band-aid. 

“Baek, I’m pregnant.” Finally, the words were out there and you internally sighed with relief that this secret was no longer yours alone. 

The hands that had been stroking your cheeks stilled. Baekhyun’s eyes widened and without a word, he dropped his hands from your cheeks. Hands covering his own face, he scrubbed them up and down, as though coming to terms with what you’d just told him. 

“Baek, are you ok—?” 

Before you could finish your sentence, he shot forward like a rocket to gather you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses. Sitting back on his heels, he grinned, chuckling at a joke that only he was in on.

“So…you’re happy, I take it?”, you clarified, though you were pretty sure of the answer. 

“Baby, I was fully preparing myself for you to tell me something horrible–like you wanted a divorce and were taking Mongryong with you--but this, this is excellent news!” Baekhyun pulled you up from the chair, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you into the air. 

You clutched at his shoulders, squealing as your feet left the ground. He spun you around in a circle until both of you were breathing heavily. Setting you down, he placed a kiss of your lips, which proved difficult since neither of you could stop grinning. 

As your breathing slowed, Baekhyun moved to gently release the numerous clasps holding up the back of your dress. With each freed button, Baekhyun placed gentle kisses on your spine as more and more skin was revealed. 

Gripping the top of your dress up as best you could, you stepped back from Baekhyun, enjoying as his eyes followed you like a hawk. Without fanfare, you let the garment drop to your feet, revealing the special wedding lingerie you’d saved for just this occasion alone. 

“Baby, you wore this just for me?” he cooed, eyes heavy with appreciation. Advancing towards you, he ran his hands over the lacey material, as though luxuriating in the feel. 

“Of course, love, who else?” you teased. 

Thinking swiftly, you slowly backed towards the bed, challenge and mirth dancing in your eyes. With a wicked grin, Baekhyun lunged forward, ensnaring you within his grasp, and suddenly you felt yourself falling and landing atop the cushy bed. Baekhyun gently pressed you against his chest, tilting his head down to sweetly kiss your forehead.

Leaning up on your elbows, you moved to place a lingering kiss on his mouth. With deliberate slowness, Baekhyun guided your head until your foreheads touched. Sharing air, you savored this moment of intimacy, feelings bubbling up on your lips. 

“I love you, Baekhyun,” you whispered against his lips. 

“I love you too, my sweet wife,” he echoed. Snaking a hand down to your middle, he stroked your stomach with reverence. “And, of course, my sweet baby, too.” 

~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not at all."

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

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

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

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birthday boy - do kyungsoo x reader

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 930112 (just kidding, obviously) genre: fluffy 🥹 warnings: kyungsoo can be really annoying sometimes, i just know it a/n: happy belated birthday, kyungsoo ya~ i love you very, very much ❤️

you handed yet another can to kyungsoo, delighting yourself in the way he smiled up at you. he made some room for you, tapping the floor beside him and mentioning for you to sit down again.

the han river was just as peaceful as always, city lights illuminating the waters and its sound getting mixed with the seoul's night life natural soundtrack. you could see a few people walking by, mostly other couples like the two of you, but also a few moms with their children, some guy with his dog, group of friends joking around...

none of them seemed to call kyungsoo's attention, as you still felt his gaze on you when you took your seat next to him.

"it's a nice night", you commented.

"of course it is", he shrugged, skilled fingers opening his can with a swift motion. "it's my birthday."

"yeah, let's not be cocky now, okay?"

as you also opened your can, you could head kyungsoo chuckling beside you. he gently pushed you, but it was enough to make you spill some of your beer on your shoes.

"kyungsoo!"

"what?", he widened his already big eyes, offended. "you can't get mad at me, it's my birthday!"

"you can't use your birthday as an excuse to get away with everything."

"said the person who just bought me beer because it is my birthday", he rolled his eyes.

and that's exactly who the night went. kyungsoo annoying you, sometimes telling you something funny that happened at his workplace that week; you whining at him, sometimes laughing at his jokes just so you wouldn't bust his ego.

after an eight pack of beer and a few (stolen) pictures of kyungsoo, he decided to call it a night. ever the gentleman, he made sure to grab all the empty cans and throw it at the near dumpster before coming back to you and offering you his hand. you gladly took it, feeling how kyungsoo pulled you up on your feet like it was nothing, just with enough strength to make you crash against his chest.

"oops", he mumbled, a smirk on his face as he snaked his arms around you.

"getting touchy in public? wow...", you smirked back. "you're lucky it's your birthday, so i'll allow it."

kyungsoo heartedly laughed at your words, leaning in and kissing you while still displaying a huge smile on his lips. 'i love you' was the only thing he could mumble for you in between the following kisses he gave you.

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A romantic and fluffy slice of life fic for my lovely Secret Santa giftee @dreamylittlesugarcube​

Pairing: Kyungsoo/Reader

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“Empathy” was a nice little restaurant that opened a few weeks ago. First you saw a moving company bring in all the furniture, accompanied by a young man around your age. You watched them from your window, seeing as you lived right above the now newly opened restaurant.

You lived in your apartment for quite some time and this was the first time that the small place directly under you was rented out.

Your friendly neighbour from down the hall told you, that there once was a restaurant but the owners had to give it up due to old age. So it probably was only appropriate that a new restaurant opened in it’s place.

Sadly you hadn’t had the chance to check it out yet. After a long day of talking and interacting with many people you just liked to relax a little bit at home. That’s not to say that you didn’t like spending time with friends and having a fun time out getting drinks, but you also enjoyed a quite evening on your own, watching some random series or cooking and baking something for yourself. You apartment might be small, perfect for one person, but your kitchen was your marvel. Baking and cooking was an important part of your life so you didn’t spare any expenses when it came to your kitchen. Your parents only shook their head when you told them how much you spent on that. Still, you didn’t regret it one bit.

It was Saturday morning and you stood in your kitchen making some breakfast for yourself, when you saw the young man again. It was the same man which you had seen when the moving company came to bring all the furniture.

He might be working at the restaurant… you thought to yourself.

Curious you looked out of the window to catch a glimpse of him. He had short black hair and wore a hoodie and jeans. From the distance you couldn’t make out anything more, like his face or his height. The only truly noteworthy thing were the huge and heavy looking bags full of groceries he was carrying all by himself.

Shortly after he opened the door to the restaurant and walked inside. You scrambled some eggs and poured them into a hot pan, the man already forgotten.

It was Friday late in the afternoon and you just came back home from a long day. It was raining and your shoes were completely drenched. You cursed and fiddled with your keys to open your front door. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a long sigh. Originally you’d planned to buy some groceries and cook something warm and filling for yourself. This torrential downpour just stopped you from taking the detour to the supermarket so now you didn’t have anything to eat for tonight.

“Brilliant…” you murmured to yourself.

You took off your jacket and your shoes and let them out to dry. You stood awkwardly inside your apartment, unsure what to do about the food situation now.

“Maybe a cup of tea first…” you went to your kitchen to grab a teabag and a mug when you suddenly saw the sign of the newly opened restaurant right underneath your window. You fiddled with your teabag for a second before putting it back into it’s container. The mug also was put into it’s usual place.

You walked to your entrance hall and grabbed a dry jacket and a new pair of shoes. You checked your bag for your purse and your other necessities and left your apartment.

“It might be time to check out the new restaurant. Let’s see if it’s any good.” You smiled to yourself, relieved that you would get something warm to eat tonight.

The doorbell jingled and a warm gust of air hit your face when you entered the restaurant. It was a cosy little place with only a few tables. The name “Empathy” fit the atmosphere of this establishment. At the end of the room you could see the open kitchen with a bar running around it and some chairs to sit on. The chef was preparing some food that smelled delicious. He was standing with his back towards you. He was slender and had an apron tied around his small waist. The chef also seemed to be on the smaller side height wise. But before you had the chance to observe him some more a server came over and asked you with a blinding gummy smile: “Hi welcome to Empathy. Seat for one person?”

You peeled your eyes away from the chef and looked at the server with a friendly smile. “Yes please. Only one person.” The server nodded and brought you straight to the bar which wrapped around the open kitchen.

“Is this place all right?” You nodded and noticed the name tag he had on his apron. “Yes thank you Minseok.” He gave you that gummy smile again and handed you a menu.

“Just call me when you found something.” Minseok smiled at you again and left for the next table. There were some tasty sounding dishes on the menu and it wasn’t easy for you to choose one. In the end you decided on something warm and filling and Minseok came over to take your order of soybean stew.

While you were waiting for your dish you observed the chef again. His moves were clean and efficient. He was clearly a professional when it came to cooking. Just when you were sipping on your water the chef turned around and you did a double take. Luckily you didn’t choke on your drink but it was a near thing.

“Oh, it’s you!” you blurted out after swallowing your sip of water. Surprised by your outburst the chef looked up and indeed it was the young man you’ve seen a few times during the last few weeks. The one you observed from your window with the huge grocery bags.

“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” he asked. His round eyes widened behind his horn rimmed glasses. You felt the heat climb into your face when you realized that you disgraced yourself in front of your new neighbour. Your new very handsome neighbour… For he indeed was handsome with his short dark hair, pillowy lips and smooth, tan skin. Even his eyes were mesmerizing and drew you in. You only realized that you’ve stared at him for longer than you should have, when he cleared his throat.

Your eyes widened and you stammered: “I… I mean I think I’ve just seen you around you know? I live right above this restaurant and… yes.” You smiled, embarrassed about this whole situation. Realization dawned on his face.

“Ah well then. Nice to meet you neighbour.” He nodded at you and put the dish you ordered right in front of you. You hadn’t even realized that he tried to bring you your meal before you pulled this little stunt.

“My name is Kyungsoo.”

“Oh, nice to meet you Kyungsoo!” you also told him your name.

“Well then, enjoy your meal.” he said with his smooth and gentle voice. You thanked him and grabbed your cutlery. As soon as you tasted the first spoonful of his soybean soup you were in heaven. It tasted better than any soybean soup you’ve eaten before and you let out a moan of contentment. As soon as this sound left your mouth you heard a small laugh. Your head whipped up and you directly looked into the twinkling eyes of Kyungsoo. His full lips were curled into a little smile and you could see that he was clearly amused but also a tad bit satisfied.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy your meal.” His voice was full of teasing and your face got warm again. It seemed as if you wouldn’t catch a break today. Why did you have to embarrass yourself in front of this handsome man not only once but twice? Usually you were more composed than that. You swallowed your nervousness and squared your shoulders.

“The food is really tasty. I might have to come back every day!”

Kyungsoo grinned at you.

“I’m looking forward to it, neighbour.” With that he ended this little tragedy you manoeuvred yourself into and went back to cooking. Even though you felt embarrassed for the rest of the evening you swore to yourself, that you would definitely be back soon.

After you finished your soup and Minseok took your money you put on your jacket and stood up from your chair. Before you left though you couldn’t help yourself and called out to Kyungsoo.

He turned around to you, a questioning look in his eyes.

“See you tomorrow, Kyungsoo!” The corner of his mouth turned upwards.

“See you tomorrow.”

You left the shop with a spring in your step.

It became routine to eat your dinner at “Empathy”. You always sat right at the bar where you could overlook the kitchen and watch Kyungsoo prepare the dishes for the costumers. You loved how concentrated he was and how his nimble fingers prepared each ingredient with love and care. During all these evenings you ate at the restaurant you got to know him better. You now knew that Kyungsoo wasn’t just a chef but the owner of the place. Minseok was one of his best friends who sometimes helped out during rush hours.

If you were honest with yourself you enjoyed Kyungsoo’s company probably more than you should. He was kind and soft spoken, yet could get quite scary when things didn’t go to plan. Still, you admired him. A few weeks earlier it still might have been able to prevent this crush from truly developing but you just didn’t want to. He was someone you could see yourself with. You just weren’t sure if he felt the same. Kyungsoo was hard to read if he didn’t want you to. Despite that you hoped that one day he might show you that he liked you as well.

During one of your regular visits at the restaurant you exchanged numbers with Kyungsoo. You wheedled his number out of him and now you texted him from time to time. He wasn’t a fan of texting, saying it was too bothersome to type. So you were quite surprised when you got a text with his name one afternoon.

I know it’s really short notice but do you have plans tonight?

Your heart started racing, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t believe what you just read. Just to be sure you read his message again.

Was he asking you out? You squealed and jumped around your apartment. Out of breath and with shaking fingers you typed a reply. You didn’t want to seem too eager so you just wrote one small sentence.

Depends on why you’re asking… :)

Your phone chimed only a few seconds later. You opened the message with sweaty hands and a fluttering heart.

Minseok is sick and I need someone to serve tables tonight. I don’t know who else to ask.

Your excitement vanished. Why did I think that he would ask me out on a date? You thought. Of course it’s not that. Your heart started slowing down and the huge grin you sported only a few minutes before vanished without a trace. You sighed and opened your messages again.

I’m free tonight. When should I start?

Even though Kyungsoo unknowingly just crushed your hopes you still couldn’t leave him hanging. He was a dear friend in need of help and you just couldn’t stand the thought of him having to manage the restaurant all on his own.

Would 6 p.m. work for you? Thank you, I know why you’re my favourite neighbour.

You laughed.

I’m the only neighbour you know.

But yes, 6 p.m. is fine!

You waited for a reply but none came. You laughed a little, fond and amused. That was just typical for Kyungsoo. You put your phone away and went to the bathroom to get a shower. It wasn’t that much time left before your impromptu shift started and you didn’t want to look like something the cat dragged in in front of Kyungsoo’s costumers.

6 p.m. arrived faster than you thought possible and you stood in front of Kyungsoo who explained to you the inner workings of his restaurant “Empathy”. You weren’t completely new to serving tabled so you were confident in yourself.

“And lastly you need to put on this apron.” Kyungsoo showed you the apron he wanted you to wear. It was a dark grey one which only wrapped around your waist. Kyungsoo looked at you with his head cocked to the side, contemplating something.

“It might be a little bit big on you. Minseok normally wears this one so I’m not sure if - “ You interrupted him. “Hey! I’m not that small. Look!” You made yourself as tall as you could and looked him straight into the eyes. His eyes started to form crescents as a heart-shaped smile took over his face.

“I see. Then maybe it might fit. Let me try.” Kyungsoo gripped the apron tighter in his hands and took a step towards you. Your eyes grew large. The both of you never were that close before. You could even feel his warmth and his breath tickling your face. He was still looking straight into your eyes and he leaned even closer to your face. You jolted as you felt large and warm hands around your waist. He guided his hands around your hips, directly to the small of your back. You were mesmerised and didn’t dare move even a little bit. You heart was racing inside your chest and your breathing was getting unsteady. His fingers swiped along your back where he was tying the apron. You got lost in his eyes and you felt his fingers still. For only a second you thought that he might lean in to kiss you but he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly de-tangled himself from you. You instantly missed his warmth and his arms around you. He felt so strong and safe. You could have stayed like that until the end of the night.

Kyungsoo stepped away from you and looked around the kitchen while his hands played with the ends of his own apron which he had donned before you. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. If you didn’t know better you might think that he was bashful. He looked at you again and then at the apron he so charmingly put on you. A small smile found his lips again.

“Well it seems like you were right. You aren’t that small.” And he was right. The apron fit you quiet well and you looked at him, satisfied.

“I told you so!” This childish response was followed by a deep laugh from Kyungsoo. You couldn’t help but laugh with him. After the two of you recovered from your small laughing fit he got serious again.

“Then we can start now. The first costumers should arrive soon.” You nodded and took your place at the register. When you heard Kyungsoo call out to you, you turned around.

“Thank you, really. I don’t know what I would have done without you tonight.”

“It’s my pleasure.” And only a few seconds after you answered him, the first costumer arrived. The night was a blur after that and when you came home that night you were dead on your feet. When you fell into bed you could feel the first fingers of sleep already gripping at you and you fell asleep with a smile on your face, thinking about Kyungsoo tying this little insignificant apron around your middle.

When you awoke the next morning you saw a notification on your phone. Surpirsed –  because who would write you on a Saturday morning – you opened the message and saw it was one from Kyungsoo. You were awake immediately. You sat up and rubbed your eyes to get all the sand out of them and then promptly read his message.

Thank you again for yesterday.

Do you have plans tonight?

You groaned. How could he send you the same question twice in a row? A little grumpy you replied

Don’t make me help out again tonight!

I’m totally knackered…

You only had to wait a few minutes for his reply.

I actually wanted to repay you for yesterday. But if you don’t have time I can see if I’ll find another date?

You couldn’t believe your eyes! He wanted to repay you? How?

I mean I’m free tonight…

You stared at your screen and waited for a message to plop up. You didn’t have to wait long. Your eyes roved over his reply hungrily.

Good. Please come to the restaurant at 8 p.m.

You couldn’t believe your eyes so you quickly typed

 I thought you didn’t want to make me work. :(

Three little dots appeared, indicating that Kyungsoo was writing something in return.

I won’t, please don’t worry.

And unbidden grin forced its way onto your face. You couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for tonight now that he reassured you again that you wouldn’t need to work.

Alright Soo… then I’ll be there.

I’m glad. See you tonight.

After this last message from him you fell back into bed and let out a long breath. You couldn’t wait for tonight and the surprise Kyungsoo prepared just for you. Your poor little heart started fluttering again and you felt anticipation rise within you.

Evening came faster and yet slower than you wanted. You were nervous, even though you didn’t know exactly why. You knocked on the door of the restaurant, because it was already closed. Kyungsoo opened you soon after.

“Hi…” You said. He stepped aside to let you in and as soon as you came inside you saw a nicely decorated table. Kyungsoo put up some candles and prepared a table for two. It looked very intimate and cosy. He even strung up some fairy lights. You could see that he took great care in decorating everything and you felt very touched by his effort.

Suddenly he spoke up. “I hope it’s alright that I prepared a nice dinner for us?” He seemed a bit unsure, as if he was scared that his efforts would scare you away.

“It’s lovely, thank you.” You gave him your best smile and you saw that his shoulders relaxed the tiniest fraction.

“Come sit,” he beckoned you. “I’ve already prepared everything.” You followed him and sat down.

Kyungsoo went to the kitchen and soon after he came back with a big bowl of soybean stew. You happily hopped around on your chair. “My favourite!” You exclaimed. He sported an indulgent smile on his handsome face.

“I know.” He didn’t say anything more, just went to the kitchen again and brought a bowl of soybean stew for himself. You impatiently sat in your chair, waiting for him to wish you a pleasant meal. Finally he uttered the blessed words.

“Enjoy your meal.” As soon as this sentence left his mouth you tucked in. You hadn’t tasted his cooking in way too long. Even though you came to his establishment nearly every day, each day without his tasty cooking was one wasted in your opinion. As soon as the first bite entered your mouth you were in heaven.

“Why does it always taste so good?” You moaned around your spoonful of soup. Kyungsoo watched you with his face supported on his hand. He had a gentle look in his eyes as he watched you eat. “It’s made with love.” He whispered. “Hm?” You looked up from your bowl and swallowed. “What did you say?”

“I said it’s made with love, that’s why it tastes like that.” The atmosphere changed. Suddenly the air felt charged and the light from the fairy lights seemed more intimate, almost romantic. You put down your spoon and truly looked at Kyungsoo. He hadn’t even started eating. Instead he was watching you with his deep and soulful eyes. You didn’t move, you barely dared to breathe. It felt as if you were on the edge of something huge, something monumental.

And your feeling proved true, when Kyungsoo stood up and walked over to your side of the table. You looked up at him, heart hammering in your chest. You felt breathless.

Kyungsoo slowly lifted his hand and brought it to your cheek. He softly and gently laid his hand on your face and his thumb started caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this a dream? It felt like it. Kyungsoo stopped stroking your cheek so you opened your eyes. A question in them. Why did you stop? He mustered you, intently. And as slowly as he lifted his hand, he leaned towards you.

Your eyes got bigger and it felt as if no air was reaching your lunges any more. He came ever closer and as soon as you could feel his breath on your face your eyes drifted to his sinful lips. They were closer than ever before and you could admire them in all their beauty. They would be perfect for kissing. Pillowy and soft. Kyungsoo noticed you watching his lips and you felt his breath hitching on your skin. You looked into his eyes again and in them you saw a kind of certainty, a kind of resolve. Your hands moved without your consent and you gripped his upper arms. They felt lean and muscular under your hands. As soon as Kyungsoo registered your touch he leaned in further and whispered in a husky voice that sent goosebumps all over your body. “Last chance to stop this, darling.” But as soon as this endearment left his lips you knew you were hopelessly lost.

You didn’t move away, you even leaned a little bit further in. This was what you dreamed of. What you yearned for all these last weeks. Feeling his touch, his warmth. Hearing his endearments. Kyungsoo noticed you getting closer and you saw relieve in his eyes. But a second later all you felt were his warm and soft lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, you were fully emerged in the sensation of his full lips resting against yours. Kyungsoo breathed out a shuddering breath and immediately after he gripped you tighter, his hold on your face tightening and a hand sneaking to your neck, bending your face upwards. This caused the angle of your mouths to shift and Kyungsoo started kissing you in earnest. He was a good kisser. He softly engaged you in your kissing and playfully teased your lips with his wicked tongue. You sighed, unable to resist his charms. As soon as your lips opened, Kyungsoo used his opportunity and sneaked his tongue inside your warm mouth. He tasted like peppermint toothpaste and something uniquely Kyungsoo. You were addicted immediately and never wanted this moment to stop.

Way too soon he slowed the pace of the kiss. He was only pecking your lips now and even though the kiss was more than innocent at the moment you felt as if he brought you to other spheres. You yearned for his touch, his kiss for way too long. Even some little pecks were bliss to you.

After a last soft peck he stopped kissing you completely. He took your face in both his hands and leaned his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes and looked directly into his face. His lips were glossy and swollen from the kiss you just shared and his eyes glimmered with fondness and affection. Yours mirrored the same emotions. Your hands slid up his shoulders and your softly gripped his neck without breaking eye contact. The two of you stood there in this position for a few more seconds until Kyungsoo released your from his hold and straightened himself out again.

You looked at him, never once did your eyes leave his face, searching for a hint to his emotions. But you didn’t need to worry. In his eyes shone adoration and his lips were curled into an endeared smile.

“Darling.” This word again. His voice sounded husky.

“Yes?” Your voice wasn’t much better. You cleared your throat. That elicited a wider smile from him.

“That’s not how I planned this evening to go if I’m honest.” He admitted.

“No?” You asked a bit unsure. “How did you want it to go?”

Feeling your uncertainty Kyungsoo grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. His hands were so much bigger than yours and you marvelled at the difference. He squeezed your hand and your looked back at him. Trusting, hoping.

“I wanted to eat some nice dinner with you. Then some dessert and after that I wanted to ask you a very important question.” You heart fluttered.

“What question?” You couldn’t help but ask. He took a deep breath and squeezed your hand again, as if he was nervous. His eyes were shifting around the room. Still you gave him all the time that he needed and patiently waited for his answer.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go on a date with me?” This sentence completely blew your mind. You never thought that he might be interested in dating you! That your crush might be reciprocated. But it seemed as if your feelings weren’t one-sided. As soon as you processed his question you immediately nodded your head. You couldn’t contain your happiness and started skipping on your chair.

“Of course! I’d love to go on a date with you!” You blurted out. Even though you were a little bit embarrassed about your outburst, the blinding heart shaped smile on Kyungsoo’s face let you forget your embarrassment.

“How about tomorrow?” He asked. He seemed eager and happy about your consent. A warm feeling spread in your chest and something akin to contentment settled in your heart.

“That sounds lovely. But before that…” Kyungsoo looked at you imploringly. “How about another kiss?” You grinned at him mischievously and he laughed his pretty, deep laugh.

“Everything for my darling.” And then he leaned in and gave you a kiss you might never forget again.

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[mybiasisexo]

DRABBLE GAME #5 [CLOSED]

After 1000 years, I've decided its time for another drabble game 🥳!!!! I think I'm going to do up to 20 asks, so put your request in while you can!! so excited to write like this again. Thank you for supporting me and enjoying my work! I adore you all more than you know 💕🥰

rules:

send a number (at most 2)**

send a member (exo only [ot9])

please dont send in more than 3

will only accept requests from THIS list

please be patient with me haha

**if a number gets requested more than 3 times it’ll get striked out

"I'm not jealous, you're jealous."

“Do you love me?"

"Come cuddle with me."

"What did I do wrong?"

"i’m gonna marry you one day."

"What one am I?"

"You saved me."

"She was hot, admit it."

"I’m pregnant."

"Well you’re not the only one."

"You’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to."

"Just pretend."

"What are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night."

"I’m your husband, it’s my job."

"We promised each other not to be like this, but... I can't stop it."

"Welcome home."

"After everything…I’d still choose you."

"I think I love you."

"You know I can’t be found with you."

"I think you should kiss me."

"I wrote you a song."

"Just stay this time. Stay for me."

"Stop being so cute."

"For God’s sake, stop crying."

"You’re a jerk."

"I remember our first kiss."

"Did you get into a fight?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"Quit beating me up!"

"You’re one of the most important things in my life."

"Can I call you that?"

"Touch me again."

"Could we pretend that we’re in love?"

"I dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you."

"This is not a time to give me driving lessons!"

"You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that."

"Maybe you could stay? Just for tonight?"

"I’ll kick his ass if you want me to."

"Please, let’s go to bed."

"I’m really lucky to have you."

"I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”

"I thought there was time."

"You are still a baby."

"It looks good on you."

"And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations."

"You broke up?"

"We’re not ‘fine’."

"I’m not angry."

"Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?"

"Fuck, you are so beautiful."

"You’re playing with fire here."

"We were so young."

"I don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway."

"You're pretty amazing. you know that, right?"

"I thought I’d never see you again."

"I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important."

"Just hold me."

"We're not just friends. you know that."

"I guess i was wrong about you."

"I sent you a bunch of kiss emojis."

"Can you just leave me alone?"

"You’re so clingy, I love it."

"You look like an egg."

"Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change."

"Does he know about the baby?"

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"But, I said I love you. "

"How drunk was I?"

"I won’t let you get hurt."

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[dreamylittlesugarcube]

A Sweet Hurt

Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You belatedly tell your boyfriend, Baekyun, who is away doing his military service, that you broke your leg while falling down the stairs and he insists on taking care of you over his military break. 

A/N: Another Baek request! Thank you to the Anon who requested this adorable scenario! And I am so sorry to hear that you broke your leg. ❤️ I hope this brightens your day just a little bit!☀️

~*~

“Wait, so tell me again how it happened?”, your friend Eun demanded.

It felt like you’d re-lived this story over and over, again and again, in the past few days. It had been an average day at work and your boss had asked you to bring a box of materials down to the accounting department. You’d grabbed the box of materials from the closet and started the trek down the hall to the stairs.

If only the box hadn’t been so heavy, or so large, then maybe it wouldn’t have blocked your view…then you might have seen the “wet floor” sign before you descended down the stairs. It had taken only a second before you’d found yourself sprawled on the landing to the third floor, leg throbbing in pain, unable to move from shock. 

“...and then my co-worker, Jaehyun, carried me to his car and drove me to the hospital, where I got THIS,” you finished, gesturing fluidly like a game show hostess to the bulky, white cast engulfing a good portion of your leg. 

“Very sexy,” Eun chuckled, before turning serious. “Hey, I’m sorry this happened to you…if you need anything, just yell and I’ll be there.” 

“Thanks, Eun. The doctor said it’s been enough time that I can bear some weight on it, but I’ll still probably take you up on that offer at some point. With me living on my own, I’m sure there’ll be a lightbulb that needs changing, groceries that need to be carried….maybe a leg that needs shaving,” you returned, half-joking, half-serious. 

“Speaking of living alone–have you told Baekhyun about any of this–it’s been a while since this happened, right?” Eun skillfully directed the conversation to a place you’d been striving to avoid. 

“Nope–don’t give me that look, Eun–you know how he is with stuff like this.” He worried way, way too much.  You smiled, remembering the time he’d insisted you call in sick to work because you’d been stung by a bee and he hadn’t wanted you to “overexert yourself”. He’d also maintained the need for copious amounts of cuddling all day under the guise of “needing to take care of his baby”. 

Most importantly, you didn’t want him to worry. Your boyfriend was away completing his compulsory military service, so you weren’t able to see him that often. You kept in constant contact via phone, well, as much as you could, with Baekhyun’s busy military schedule. He sent you little things from time to time–chocolates, flowers, food deliveries–so that he knew you were well-taken care of in his absence. 

Time was running out, though. Baekhyun was due for a military leave very soon and you knew you’d have to tell him before he came home to find you hobbling around on crutches with no explanation. 

“You better do it soon, that’s all I’m saying,” Eun advised, taking a sip from her coffee cup. 

You nodded in agreement. Tonight. You promised yourself you’d do it tonight. 

~*~

It was nighttime now, you were settled on the couch, your leg elevated per the doctor’s orders, nervously counting down the minutes until your nightly phone call with Baekhyun. Usually, you were bouncing off the walls with excitement, giddy to tell him all about your day, about how much you missed him. However, today you were apprehensive, knowing he’d be worried and probably angry–or worse–hurt that you didn’t tell him about something so important. 

As soon as the clock read 7:00 PM, your phone rang, Baekhyun’s name flashing on the screen. 

“Hello, love,” you answered as cheerfully as you could. 

“Hey, baby. How’s my sweet girl doing today?” As smooth a talker as ever. Baekhyun’s words were warm, practically dripping with honey. 

“Oh, fine, I guess–” 

“Something the matter?” he interjected. The man was a little too perceptive for his own good. 

“No, no, no, no, everything’s totally fine,” you lied through your teeth. 

“Okay–”

“So, when are you coming home?” you interjected before he could ask more questions. “I know your break is coming up soon.” Chicken. You’re a chicken. 

“Soon,” he replied simply. 

Since when was Baekhyun so vague? He was generally over-communicative about his breaks–when they were, for how long, etc. – so you could plan out what you wanted to do during that precious, precious time. 

“What do you mean ‘soon’? When is ‘soon’?” you tried to clarify. 

“Just soon” was his only response. You could hear him huffing and puffing, as though he was exerting himself, along with the pitter patter of steps echoing in an open space. 

“Are you going up stairs?” you wondered aloud.

“What? No–I’m not going up stairs–why would I be doing that?”, his voice higher-pitched this time–which often happened when he tried to lie. 

“Seriously, Baek, where are–” you cut off at the sound of the door. Turning your head, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend walking to stand in front of you, carrying the largest bouquet of roses you’d ever seen. 

“Surprise, baby!” Baekhyun smiled and held out the roses to you in a dramatic gesture, still breathing slightly heavily from his trek up the stairs. His eyes traveled over your body, taking you in like a thirsty man who’d just found water. When his gaze fell on your casted leg, his smile slowly disappeared, his eyes grew wide, and he grew oh so still. 

“Babe, what happened to your leg?” Baekhyun questioned, his voice unusually soft. He set the flowers down on the table, moving to run his fingers gently down the plastered material. 

“Baek–I was going to tell you–tonight, actually–but then you–,” you rushed to explain. “I didn’t want you to worry….please don’t be mad,” you said, feeling guilty. You waited with bated breath for his response. 

He gingerly slid onto the couch next to you, burrowing his face in your neck, arms encircling your middle. 

“Love, I’m not mad, okay? I’m just worried. My sweet baby’s broken and I didn’t know about it–and I couldn’t even be here to take care of you.” He placed a delicate kiss on your neck.

You told him all about the accident, assuring him you weren’t in any pain. He pouted when he heard about your struggles to get around, declaring himself “at your service” for the duration of his time home.

The next day, you woke up keenly aware of your boyfriend’s presence. Closing your eyes, you gently rubbed his back in small circles, basking in the feeling of having him in your arms again. Placing a kiss against his chest, you nuzzled him with your cheek, calmed by the steady beat of his heart. 

Slowly coming awake, he hummed softly in his throat, a lazy smile gracing his perfect features. 

“Good morning, love. What should we do today?” he wondered aloud. “I am at your disposal today.” He brushed your hair from your eyes, moving to cover your mouth with his own.

Sighing with contentment, you mentioned needing some things from the store. Like an eager puppy, Baekhyun left to do your bidding, returning an hour later with the groceries and a bakery box full of delicious treats from Paris Baguette. 

“Ahhh”, Baekhyun coaxed, holding up your favorite strawberry mochi doughnut for you to take  a bite. Taking the bait, you sank your teeth into the soft pastry, the taste of fresh strawberries hitting you like a fresh wind. 

“Mmmmm”, you hummed your approval as you chewed. “A girl could get used to this.” 

“Get used to what? Staying in bed all day? Delicious doughnuts? A devilishly handsome boyfriend?” Baekhyun teased you with an ease that you’d missed in his absence. 

“All of the above,” you affirmed, stretching like a cat to relieve the tension in your shoulders. 

~*~

Over the next week, Baekhyun was true to his word, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Well, as much as you would let him, that is. He *attempted* to cook you food, helped you to the bathroom, plastic-wrapped your cast before a shower, and brushed your hair when you were done. “Helping his baby”, he’d said, beaming with pride. 

With Baekhyun’s leave coming to a close, you grew sad at the thought of not having him around everyday. Waking up in his arms in the morning, hearing him sing to himself while attempting to fry an egg, even the way he smacked his lips when he ate, you’d miss them all. On the morning of his departure, it was your turn to be clingy–finding any and every opportunity to touch him–a hug from behind, lacing his fingers through yours, sweet eskimo kisses. 

With his bag packed, Baekyun stood in the living room, taking in the space one last time before his departure. From your vantage point on the couch, you could see him fidgeting with his hands, almost looking nervous. Perhaps he was nervous about leaving you alone to fend for yourself. 

Coming to stand before you, Baekhyun cleared his throat. 

“Baby, this week has been so wonderful. Taking care of you this week has really made me think about how important you are in my life. I know I have to leave, but it doesn’t feel right leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”

“Baek–”, you started to interject. 

“No, love, it’s my job as your boyfriend to take care of you–which is why I’ve talked to my mother–she wants you to move in with her and my dad for a while while you recover.”

“But–” 

“No ‘buts’, love. I want you to have the support you need to heal. It’ll be great–you’ll get fed–you know my mom’s a great cook–and she’ll help you get around. Though she is a *bit* miffed that you didn’t mention this to her prior to this.” He gave you a pointed look with that last sentence. 

“Baekhyun, that sounds lovely–but it’s not appropriate for their son’s girlfriend to be staying in their home.”

“I know, I know, it wouldn’t be appropriate for my girlfriend to be staying there, but my fiancée staying there would be an entirely different matter.”

You froze as his words, lips suddenly immobile as his words soaked in. Baekhyun fiddled with something in his pocket, pulling out a black, velvet box. Getting down on one knee, he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. Heart in his eyes, he stared up at you.

“Baby, I love you so much–and I want to be your support, your protector, and your lover for the rest of my life. Marry me?”

Moving as fast as your casted leg would let you, you inelegantly threw your arms around his neck. Baekhyun steadied you, pulling you close in an intimate embrace.

“So, I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’?”, he said, chuckling at your enthusiasm. 

“Yes! A hundred times, yes!” You took his face between your hands, pulling it forward to smash your lips to his. After you both came up for air, Baekhyun slid the stunning, halo-cut ring on your finger. His hand lingered, enjoying the feel of his ring in its rightful place.

Baekhyun’s phone buzzed, indicating his ride back to base was here. You pulled him in for one more hug, memorizing his scent, hoping it would last until the next time he came home. He grabbed his bag and started towards the door, looking back to keep you in his gaze as long as possible. 

“Goodbye, wife.” He grinned, clearly liking your new title. 

“Goodbye, husband.” You returned his smile, heart fluttering. “What a week–doughnuts AND a proposal…and a fiancée who’s leaving me.” You jutted your lower lip out into a dramatic pout.

“My poor baby”, Baekhyun cooed, striding back to pull you in for one last hug. “Wait just a little longer, my love, then I’ll be at your service for life.” 

~*~

Hello! Thank you for reading A Sweet Hurt! If you liked what you read, please consider liking, commenting and/or re-blogging so this content is easier for others to find. My requests are OPEN, so feel free to submit an ask if you have an idea! 😊

*Please note: I consulted https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/broken-leg/ for information about in order to write this story, as I am not a medical professional, nor am I knowledgeable about the treatment of broken legs. If you are in such a situation, please seek appropriate medical attention.*

XOXO, Emmy

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[bobohu4eva]

Illicit Affairs

Characters: Idol!Baekhyun x trainee/idol!Reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: explicit unprotected sex, virgin sex, significant age gap, problematic relationship dynamics, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way representative of a healthy relationship

WC: 9.7k (trust me it needed to be that long)

A/N: Heavily inspired by the song, although the forbidden nature of the relationship is interpreted more as dealing with the age difference and dynamic, rather than being a result of infidelity. I definitely recommend giving it a listen before reading further.

Masterlist

He was one of the last people you met after becoming a trainee, but he was the one you'd been thinking about meeting the most. 

Baekhyun was the reason you decided to become a singer. He was the person that made you fall in love with music and singing ten years ago, so when you finally bumped into him in person, it left you breathless and flustered. 

He was even more gorgeous than you could've expected, and you'd already met many other idols by then. You'd been waiting for your vocal lesson one evening, and he was the person who went right before you. When his lesson ended, he walked out of the soundproof room, and he was standing right in front of you. 

The image of him you'd always had in your mind, based on the countless pictures and videos you'd seen of him throughout the years, couldn't compare at all. With him directly before you, in person, he looked so much better than you ever could've imagined. He was just wearing a black tshirt and sweats, no makeup, hair unstyled and even a bit messy, but you still had to fight off the urge to stare. He was quite a bit taller than you, and you could see the muscle definition in his chest and arms under the plain black shirt. Everything about him was just so perfectly shaped, to you. From his familiar but still somehow surprisingly handsome face, to his broad shoulders, down to his waist and hips. If you found him attractive before meeting him in person, you were down badly now. 

It was so natural and sweet how he greeted you, asking if you were new, and wishing you the best for your trainee journey. Of course you thanked him, but he could easily see how much the sudden meeting had shaken you up, so he kept it brief. 

From then on, you saw him there every week before your lesson, and found yourself looking forward to it every time. The greetings became short conversations, and eventually you even told him how he'd been the one to inspire you back in the day to also be a singer and eventually audition. You would never forget how those words made his face light up. 

“Really? Back then I had no idea what I was doing, I'm still surprised by how much people seemed to like me. It means a lot to hear that.” 

He had one of those special kinds of smiles that you only see a few times in your life. It made you feel seen, appreciated, like to him, you were the only other person that mattered. He had that kind of energy about him. 

All you could think to do was blush and smile back. Being around him was almost like some sort of high to you, the way your heart pounded and you got butterflies in your stomach.   

Finally your voice teacher popped his head out the door, clearing his throat. “Sorry, I've got a bit of a cold. We'll keep it short today.” 

Without missing a beat, Baekhyun spoke up. “If you need to take the night off I can take over her lesson.” He turned towards you, “Would you be okay with that?” 

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out, so you just nodded. 

“You sure?” The teacher said, “That would be great, thank you.” 

“Of course, it's already pretty late, you should get some rest.” 

So, you were left with Baekhyun teaching your lesson for the evening. You were still dumbfounded as he led you back into the small soundproof room, and asked what you had learned in last week's lesson. 

You answered him, though it was barely above a whisper. Having him teaching you all of the sudden was not something you were mentally prepared for. 

However he still understood, and started leading you through some warm ups.

To say that you were blushing, embarrassed, mortified, or anything similar still felt like an understatement. Warm ups just aren't cute.They felt silly and sounded dumb and the idea of doing them in front of Baekhyun of all people made you want to curl up into a tiny ball and become one with the carpet on the floor. 

Of course Baekhyun quickly caught on to that. “How about we do them together? I'll start, and you just match me, ok?”  

His voice concealed your own enough to ease your mind a bit, but soon he was asking you to sing on your own, without his voice to hide behind. 

You could barely get out a sound, let alone properly sing a simple scale. It was frustrating beyond belief, you knew you were a good singer, and you were incredibly lucky to have him offer to teach you, but your shyness still got the best of you. Trying to do anything while his eyes were on you felt impossible. 

Baekhyun was starting to regret offering to do the lesson, not because he didn't want to, but because he felt he was making you uncomfortable. He loved the idea of mentoring a trainee, helping them develop their skills and getting to see them debut with his encouragement, it had even been a dream of his. Of course this was only one vocal lesson, but it was something he'd been thinking about for a while, and this seemed like a great opportunity, at least at first. But he knew he couldn't force it, and he didn't want to hold you back either.

“I'm sorry, I didn't really think this through. Should we call it a night?” He asked, and you felt your heart sink. The disappointment evident on your face must've told him that you weren't quite ready to give up yet, so he made you an offer. 

“What if I face the wall, and you close your eyes, just imagine I'm not here and you're practicing by yourself. Just so I can hear you and get a better idea for what we should work on.”

You took a deep breath. He was just another person, and he was here because he wanted to help you. 

When you nodded, he smiled, ready to give it your best shot before he turned away, facing the corner of the room. 

It actually came out sounding okay that time, so you repeated it again for good measure. 

When you opened your eyes Baekhyun was looking your way again, with a proud smile on his face.

He had you repeat it a few more times, reassuring you every time that you were doing well, and for you, just seeing him smiling and praising you was enough to keep you going. 

With you finally past your mental block, he was able to get an idea of where you were at, and both of you were surprised to see how quickly two hours went by. He still kept things simple, not wanting to overwhelm you or make you shy again, but it was going amazingly well and he found himself almost as excited about it as you, if not even more. 

With the lesson finally over, he offered to drive you back to your dorm on his way home, and you happily accepted. When he led you to his car, a silver Porsche, you let out a small laugh in disbelief. Baekhyun just smiled, making a little extra show out of opening the door for you, before circling around to get in himself. You stayed quiet, just listening to him softly sing along to the music he'd put on until it was time for him to drop you off. Part of you was still in disbelief, that you'd really spent the last few hours with him, and now, you were next to him in his car as he drove you home. When he pulled up to your dorm, he wished you a good night, and didn't move until he saw you enter the building safely. As you laid in bed that night you replayed it all in your mind, smiling like a fool at how heart fluttering it all was. For the first time, you couldn’t fall asleep because your reality was somehow even better than what you could dream up. 

One week later, when you arrived for your lesson again, you were surprised when Baekhyun and your original teacher said they wanted to discuss something with you. 

“How would you feel about having your vocal lessons with me from now on?” Baekhyun asked. 

They saw the surprise on your face, your first teacher nodding at what Baekhyun had said. 

“Wow, I mean, are you sure? It's an honor, of course, but, why..?” 

“Teaching is something I've been thinking a lot about lately and I really enjoyed our lesson last week. It's up to you, of course, but if you'd be interested then I'd love to be your new voice teacher.” 

You laughed, mostly in disbelief. It felt too good to be true. Baekhyun was someone you'd looked up to for so long, and now he was happily offering to personally help you with your singing. 

“You really mean that?” 

He was still smiling in that almost frustratingly captivating way, nodding at your question. “So should we get started?” 

Unlike the week prior you had a bit more confidence this time around, and both you and him thoroughly enjoyed the lesson. Every week that followed your voice grew even bolder, as you got more used to being around him. You got less nervous to see him, moreso happy and excited to get to sing with him, and having him as your teacher made you all the more dedicated to doing your absolute best. 

Soon you started to ask him about other things, too. First it was dancing, asking his advice for how to memorize choreographies more easily. Then, how to talk to the media, or how to pose for photo shoots. Within a few months Baekhyun was much more than just the voice teacher you saw once a week. He helped you with basically every aspect of becoming a successful idol, he became a mentor to you. 

You could never fully get used to it, to having him in your life in such a close way. Your heart would still flutter when he showed you that amazing smile of his, and you still refused to slack off on your vocals or dancing, because you wanted to impress him, but mostly because you’d get to see that very smile. He was every bit as lovely and charming as you’d always imagined he would be, and you fell hard for him, he made it impossible for you not to. With how sweet he was to you, it sometimes seemed like he might actually like you, as more than a student, but those were thoughts you pushed away, knowing realistically that a relationship with him was nothing more than a fantasy. 

It was only six months into being a trainee that you were told you would debut, and you knew that you had him to thank for it. Another few months later the day came, and it was time for you to perform with your group for the first time. 

As soon as you stepped off stage, out of the view of the cameras, you lost it. The tears weren't because you felt sad or disappointed, simply overwhelmed. You knew you'd done well, really well in fact. Your career had officially begun, and the weight of it came down on you all at once, leaving you with little to do but sit in your dressing room in disbelief.

There was a soft knock on the door, and next thing you knew Baekhyun’s head was peeking in, and you weren't sure you'd ever seen him smile that big before. 

Without as much as a second of hesitation, you ran to the door, pulling him inside. As the door shut behind him, his arms wrapped around you.

His praises almost went unheard, still too overwhelmed by everything to fully listen to what he was saying, but you could tell he was happy, that he thought you'd done really well. 

It wasn't long until his arms broke away, hands still on your shoulders as he looked at you, smiling that amazing smile of his. With him looking at you like that, telling you how well you'd done, how proud he was, how happy he was to be your mentor, your emotions ran wild. It was everything, the adrenaline, relief, euphoria, and just him. 

His eyes were still on your teary ones, admiring you, a little overwhelmed himself. Seeing you finally debut after the months he'd spent with you, singing together, dancing, doing everything he could to make sure you were ready when the day came, got him a little teary eyed, too. You'd done so well, and he felt so lucky to have gotten to be there by your side for all of it. 

“I'm so proud of you.” He said, his hands moving down from your shoulders, along your arms. His eyes held so much warmth behind them, the sweet words along with his hands on you, and the way he never took his eyes away from you, had you reeling, stomach doing flips. For a second you swore his face was getting closer to yours, and his eyes flickered down to your lips. The tension seemed so thick, it became unbearable. 

You threw your arms around him, and you kissed him.

At first he took a step back, stumbling a bit, too surprised to fully react. But before you had the chance to pull away, his hand was holding your face against his own, returning the same kind of passion you showed him.

Baekhyun, your endlessly kind, lovely, talented, handsome, funny, charming mentor, was kissing you back. With his free arm, he circled your waist and pulled you closer, flush with his chest. The hand on your face held you close so softly, asking, not demanding, for more contact, for this to not end so quickly. He gave you every chance to pull away, to stop him, but you didn't, you only melted into his affection even more. 

The knock on the door pulled you both rudely back to reality. Your lips parted, and as you stared at one another, what you'd just done started to sink in. Baekhyuns’ face fell in a way you’d never seen before, and then he was gone. He walked through the door with all the horror disgust he felt towards himself clearly evident and the knot in his stomach nearly made him sick. 

He knew he made a huge mistake. He fucked up so incredibly badly. 

You stood there stunned, a million things running through your head, and collapsed under the weight of it all. 

The stylist was confused to say the least after first witnessing Baekhyun’s swift exit and next finding you, sitting on the floor crying. Thankfully she excused herself and let you be.

Baekhyun kissed you, and then just walked out, leaving you alone and confused. The guilt nearly ate him alive. Returning your kiss crossed so many lines and he should've known better, and he did, but you caught him so off guard, in such an emotionally charged moment, it just happened. The sudden euphoria of realizing that you were kissing him overpowered any rational thought. He knew he must be insane. 

And of all days, it was the day of your debut.

He had to make this right. 

He returned to your waiting room but it was already empty. He kept walking around the building trying to find you, even running into your bandmates, but you were nowhere to be found. 

Then he tried calling you, but he was sent to voicemail after the first ring. You declined his call. Finally he texted you, although he really didn't want to have this conversation over text. He knew he needed to do a better job at apologizing than just sending a few texts 

“Can we please talk about this? I'm so sorry I just walked out, I wasn't thinking, I need to talk to you.” 

You didn't reply. 

The next day he called again, and still you didn't pick up. 

The truth was, you were too embarrassed. Seeing him again, after he'd rejected you like that, was just too mortifying to consider. You felt so stupid. Of course kissing him was an outrageously dumb thing to do. He was your mentor, of course anything romantic was off the table. But you had a crush, and the adrenaline, combined with how sweet he was to you, made you lose any sense of reason. 

Stupid little girl, kissing the man she never even had a chance with, because her emotions got the best of her. 

But then why did he kiss you back? 

That was what drove you insane. Of course you had a crush on him, it was painfully obvious from the first day you'd met him, but he'd always stayed professional, never giving you any reason to think that it was anything more than how a fan feels toward their idol, and that it ever would be. Unfortunately for you, your feelings towards him only got stronger over time. 

Baekhyun had convinced himself that it was a good thing you liked him, that with him as your mentor, you'd work that much harder. He thought it was cute, the same way he thought of other fans' attitudes towards him, during fansigns and the like. He hadn't considered that maybe he'd gotten a little too close with you, that those lines started to feel blurred. In reality, you weren't just another fan, you were far from it. You were a real friend, you knew him. 

It was easy for him to understand why you didn't want to see or talk to him after what happened. He knew he messed up, both when he kissed you back, and when he left the room. He couldn't even imagine what must've been going through your head. He hoped you weren't blaming yourself, sure you're an adult, but at ten whole years older than you, he knew he was the one responsible for making sure things stayed appropriate between you two, and he'd failed. 

To his relief, you still did amazing for the rest of the debut promotions. He watched every performance, wishing he could've been there to support you. 

Because of how busy you were you'd agreed a while ago to skip lessons for the first two weeks after debut, and as the days dragged on, Baekhyun was starting to worry that he wouldn't get to see you again for a lot longer than he'd like. He still knew he needed to apologize to you, and the longer you avoided him the guiltier he felt. 

When promotions ended and he still hadn't heard from you, he reached out to your manager, asking when you'd have time for a lesson again. 

She assured him that you'd be there next week at the same time and place as usual, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The days before the lesson dragged on for what felt like ages to him, but at least there was an end in sight. 

When the time finally came, you were mortified, almost as badly as the first day you'd met him, or during your first lesson together, maybe even worse. He greeted you just as warmly as he always did, emphasizing how well you'd done during all the performances, and how he wished he could've been there for you. He did everything he could to try and relieve some of the tension and awkwardness, but you weren't there yet. 

You were bright red, hating the unpleasant heat sweeping over you, burning your cheeks and making you uncomfortably sweaty. You couldn't talk to him, or even make eye contact, you were still too ashamed. 

“Y/n?” You saw in your peripheral how he looked at you, and your eyes started to water. “I need to apologize for what happened after the showcase, I'm so sorry, I never should've put you in that situation, or kissed you back, or just left like I did. I was being reckless and stupid, the fault is all mine, and I understand if not, but I really hope you can forgive me.” 

His heart sank when you started to cry, and although he'd told himself a million times that he wouldn't, that any physical contact with you was inappropriate, he still ended up holding you, giving you a shoulder to cry on. 

“I'm such a fucking idiot.” You eventually let out between sobs, and he detached himself from you, finally meeting your eyes. 

“Please don't say that, this is all on me. I'm the one who fucked up, not you.” 

“But I'm the one- I-”

“Because I was being inappropriate. Like I said, I shouldn't have put you in that situation, that was my mistake.”

“I'm just so embarrassed.” It came out barely above a whisper. 

“Nobody saw us, and I could never judge you for that. I know you just got caught up in the moment.” 

You did your best to smile and nod, but the tears just kept coming. His words were sweet but did little to mend the pain and shame you still felt. 

He wanted to reach out and wipe away your tears, to hold you, to comfort you as best he could, but he knew it would only worsen things. Once again, however, when you leaned into him for comfort, he let you do as you pleased, cursing himself for letting his very necessary boundaries slip away so easily. 

This was bad, he knew it was. He didn't have the strength to push you away though he really should've. If this was going to continue, he had to do better, but he was coming to terms with the fact that he just wasn't able to. 

He stayed holding you until the tears eventually slowed down, and came to a stop. Now that your face wasn't buried in his chest anymore, he shot you a soft smile. “Do you want to get to singing?” 

Finally, you let out a small laugh. “Do we have to? Can we just talk? I missed you.” 

He sighed, but nodded. He'd missed you too, but saying so didn't feel like a good idea. 

He kept the conversation light, trying to make you laugh, anything to brighten your mood, if only for a little while. When the end of the lesson came, he knew he was going to have to be the bearer of bad news. 

“Next week I promise we can actually sing again.” You told him as he led you to his car to bring you home. 

He took a few deep breaths, and you were on your way to your dorm when he finally replied. 

“I don't think it's a good idea for me to be mentoring you, or giving your lessons anymore.” 

“What?” 

He stopped at a red light, and the look of hurt and disappointment he saw when he looked over at you made his throat feel tight. 

“I'll talk to your original voice teacher, to see when he can fit you into his schedule again, now that you're getting more advanced it'll be better for you to train with him anyway.”

You felt your lip start to quiver again. “You just don't want to be around me anymore now, I get it.” You mumbled, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice. 

Baekhyun’s eyes squeezed shut for a second, “it's really not that, not at all.” 

He was pulling up to your dorm and you just wanted to get away from him now before he saw you start to cry again. “You don't have to keep lying to me, I know I'm the one who fucked everything up with that stupid kiss.” 

He parked, trying to think of how he could finally convince you that it wasn't your fault, but you were reaching for the door before he had the chance to say anything. 

“Y/n, wait, please-” 

You were already gone though, shutting the door behind you. As soon as you were outside of his car the tears came, and you tried to wipe them away as best you could as you hurried to your dorm. 

When you got to the elevator you prayed nobody would see you like this. You'd spent so much of the evening in tears, you knew you looked an absolute mess. You just wanted to get to your room where you could finally be alone and let it all out. 

“Y/n, wait!” 

You turned around, and there he was, jogging towards where you stood. Your stomach suddenly felt like it was in your throat, and then he was in front of you once again, this time taking both of your hands in his.

“I don't know what to tell you, for you to believe me, but it's not your fault, I swear. I- I don't want to stop teaching you either, really, but I can't keep being alone with you, not when I can't trust myself.” 

All you could do was stare back at him, knowing that you were a tearful mess. What he was telling you didn't make any sense in your mind. You kissed him. Not the other way around. 

“Please say something.” He was still panting a little as he said it, winded from having run after you. 

“What does that even m-mean, you can't trust yourself? I'm the one who kissed you, and I'm definitely not stupid enough to try that again, so what does it matter?” 

“I already told you, I shouldn't have put you, or us, in that situation in the first place.” 

“But that doesn't fucking matter! Who cares if we're alone, we've been alone for the last two hours and it was fine.” 

Only it really hadn't been fine, he knew that he shouldn't have been touching you at all.

You were staring back at him through tear filled eyes, and he felt absolutely terrible. He wanted to be able to comfort you, and eventually just gave in, throwing caution to the wind and wrapping his arms around you. 

He just didn't have it in him to stand and watch you cry, knowing that he was the reason. This time he felt the way you grabbed onto the back of his shirt, keeping him from moving away. 

“Please don't cry, I'm sorry, really, I just want what's best for you. We would still see each other occasionally around the company, it's not like this is goodbye forever.” 

“I- I don't want lessons with anyone else. You're the whole reason I was able to debut, you can't just leave me now. Please.” 

You were still holding onto him, and with every “please” you added, he was slipping. He hoped that you would eventually calm down, and he would be able to reason with you, to finally make you understand why he couldn't be around you so much anymore. 

He had no such luck. All you could think about was how badly you would miss him, how lost you would feel if he stopped mentoring you, the last few weeks had been bad enough already, the only thing that got you through without him was your embarrassment and how busy you'd been. You couldn't lose him, you needed him. 

Every minute that he listened to you cry because of him, he felt his rationality fade. As much as he knew he needed to distance himself, he wasn't going to do it if it hurt you that badly. 

You felt him take a deep breath, and finally, a soft “okay” fell from his lips. 

It wasn't until then that he felt your grip on him loosen, and you looked up at him. 

“What? Really?” You sniffled, face still wet. 

He nodded, running one hand through your hair, moving it from where it had started to stick to your face. 

Once again, your arms were thrown around him, but at least this time, it was because you were happy. You must've said thank you to him a million times that night, as you felt the relief wash over you. Baekhyun was all too aware of the way your chest pressed against his own. 

When he was finally free of your arms around him, you were beaming up at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. “You should get to your dorm before people start getting worried.” 

You nodded, pressing the button and hugging him one more time before the elevator arrived. 

“Bye” he waved, as you stepped inside and the doors started to shut “see you next week.” 

He knew he was in too deep, and he was a fool to give in to you, but now it was too late. He was going to have to live with his decision and try to keep things from going further, but he 

knew deep down that realistically, he didn’t have that kind of self control, not with you. 

~

Baekhyun hadn’t planned on seeing you again until the next lesson, but when your debut song entered the top ten on all the major charts just a few days later, he wanted to celebrate, and invited you to a nice dinner. That day you spent hours getting ready, putting on your favorite dress and making sure your hair and makeup were perfect. You knew that it wasn’t a date, but the way you felt leading up to him arriving could’ve fooled you. 

He picked you up and drove you to the restaurant, pulling up in the back where there was already somebody waiting to lead you to a private dining area where you’d be out of sight of the public. You hadn’t really thought about it, but you understood why it would probably be better for your dinner with him to stay between the two of you. 

It was the first time you’d been around him just to hang out, more as a friend than a student, and you thought it was magical. You were nervous at first, still having all of the past drama with him on your mind, but he was his usual wonderful self, easily leading the conversation, making you laugh until your stomach hurt, and he too felt it, how easy and right this was. You ended up at the restaurant with him for over two hours, neither of you wanting the night to end. Finally the awkward tension from the previous weeks was gone, replaced with optimism and gratitude for still having him in your life. 

When he finally dropped you off, he got out of the car to walk you inside, and you ended up alone with him, standing in front of the elevator once again. 

“Thank you for tonight,” You started, “everything still feels kind of surreal, I can’t believe this is actually my life now. And it’s all thanks to you.” 

“You always had it in you.” He said and smiled that lovely warm smile. You were about to press the button to take you upstairs, but he stopped you, looking around to make sure you were alone. “Wait- I know I tell you all the time that I’m proud of you and how far you’ve come, but I really can’t say it enough. I’m really lucky that I get to teach you. You have something special, truly.” 

You and him got stuck in a weird place, neither one talking, but not making any effort to leave either. The way he was looking at you pulled you in, and you thought you saw something flash across his face, something you hadn’t seen before. He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin, and your heart rate skyrocketed, confused. He wasn’t sure what came over him, he must be insane. 

“Baekhyun?” You barely whispered, but he didn’t explain himself, instead he leaned in, and he kissed you. 

Your mind was going a million miles a minute and it made no sense to you whatsoever, but he was kissing you, softly, sweetly, like something out of one of the many day dreams you’d had about him. As quickly as it started he was pulling away again, his face tinted a deep shade of pink, smiling a bit bashfully at you, still too shocked to react. 

“Goodnight.” He whispered, and then he was walking back to his car. 

After that, things felt completely different with him. The hugs got longer, his words sweeter, and every time he dropped you off, he’d again kiss you goodnight. It wasn’t only after your weekly lessons together that he would drive you around either, you and him began to spend more and more time together, and had to get more and more cautious about not being seen. 

You would sneak out in big hoodies with a mask on to walk to where he was waiting in the parking lot, just to drive around all night with him in one of his fancy cars, talking, singing, and sometimes pulling off to the side of a quiet road where he would lean over and kiss you, though it never went any further. He knew that sneaking around with and kissing his student was bad enough, anything more, and in public, would be a whole different kind of stupid. 

Both of you started to lie a lot, to your managers, friends, anyone really who would question or even just ask about your relationship. To everyone else, he was still just your mentor, a strict student-teacher agreement and no more. The lying should’ve been your first clue as to how wrong it all was, but you were blinded by your feelings for him. Getting to be alone with him, kiss him, and talk to him about things no one else knew was too all consuming for you to even think twice about it.

How you talked to each other changed too. When you were alone with him he would call you baby, treating you less like a student, or even just a friend, and more as a lover. You should’ve been happy, thrilled, even, and you were when you were with him, but when he’d drop you off and you’d be alone in your dorm again, you’d break down.

The late nights together, the romance, the kisses, they were all wonderful in the moment, but afterwards you’d always part ways, realizing that it was all fleeting, that any relationship beyond what you already had with him was impossible, because no matter how you might feel about each other, you were still his student, and far too young to be involved with him in any deeper way. No number of kisses or secret rendezvous would make him yours, he made that clear. You would always end up alone in your dorm at the end of it all, crying, knowing it would never turn into anything more.

Seeing him during lessons was a different experience now. There would be other people around, and they didn’t think twice seeing you together, but you and Baekhyun would give each other knowing looks, or he’d wink at you, or something else to signify your little secret. You and him almost had a special secret language, joking with each other often with little more than a glance.

Even your manager didn’t know about you and him, she knew that he was mentoring you, but she’d known him for so long, she never even suspected that he might be acting inappropriately with you, he just didn’t seem like that kind of guy. 

The two of you had everyone fooled, and while it felt exciting on the surface, it also grew a new kind of shame within you, knowing that what you were doing was deeply wrong. 

What you had with him wasn’t real, and never should or could be, and it was starting to tear you apart. It took you weeks of working up the courage to do so, but finally, during a lesson, you decided you were going to confront him with all of it. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

Baekhyun shrugged. “Sure.” 

“But you have to promise you'll answer honestly!” 

“Okay! I promise.”

You took a deep breath. “What are we doing?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know exactly what I mean. The sneaking around, the kissing, what is that about?” 

He'd been perfectly relaxed, but you could see how he tensed up as he realized what you were talking about. 

“Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea for us to talk about that right now-” 

“You said you'd answer!” 

A long sigh left him, eyes squeezing shut for a second. “Okay, okay. I’m just doing what feels right. You know I like you, but you also know that we can’t just act like we’re together either.” 

“Why?” 

“You know why.” 

“Cause it’s inappropriate? We both know that this entire arrangement hasn't been appropriate since you decided to mentor me, knowing that I have a huge crush on you.” 

You wanted to finally hear it from him, wanted him to admit that he'd been just as irresponsible as you, and Baekhyun didn't say a word. It was the hard truth that he'd been trying for so long to avoid, and you threw it right in his face. 

“Ever since then it feels like you've been slowly leading me on, acting like we have something special but never letting it feel completely real, when you're the one who started all this in the first place, and let it get this far.” 

He stared at you, and he knew he couldn't keep it up anymore, couldn't keep ignoring it. He saw your hurt and frustration clear as day, and finally, he broke. 

“I'm a fucking idiot. I know I am, I'm an idiot and knew that getting so close with you was a terrible idea but I ignored all of that because I like you too much, I never intended for us to end up like this and feel like a huge asshole because I know I'm in a position where it's completely wrong of me to touch you at all because of how we met and the power dynamic but still every time I see you that's all I can think about.” 

“Do you really not understand how cruel you're being?” 

You scoffed at how genuinely confused he looked. 

“I've liked you so much for so long, you know I have, and you just waltz into my life and start talking to me and then teaching me and then offering to mentor me, when you know I can't help but fall for you. You even make it clear that you like me back, inviting me out with you and kissing me but never truly acknowledging what it means, it feels fucking awful. You keep stringing me along because you like me even though you know you can't give me what I really want. You're such a selfish asshole for that.” 

Your voice grew less and less stable and Baekhyun saw how the tears gathered in your eyes, threatening to spill over. 

He knew there was no use trying to argue with you, he'd gotten himself into this mess and he knew he was the one to blame. “What do you want me to do?” 

“I don’t know. But it can’t go on like this, it hurts too much.”

The small room fell silent and all you could do was stare at each other. You looked so defeated, the guilt nearly brought him to tears, and he did the only thing he could think to do. 

He held your face in his hands, bringing you close, letting his lips meet your own. 

Kissing him was just as electrifying as it always was, only this time, he didn't stop, didn't hold back. You got lost in the feeling, savoring the familiar taste and feel of finally getting what you craved again. This time though, it couldn't end the way it always did. Something had to change, so you pulled away.  

“You can’t just kiss me again and then keep on the same way. Please, I need more.” 

His face fell, because he knew he couldn’t give you that. “Y/n, I’m sorry, but you know why I can’t do that, why it has to be like this.” 

And he was right, of course you understood, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. It would be the end of his career if he was seen with you, and even his close friends would be raising eyebrows. He was so much older, your teacher, and your idol. What you wanted was completely impossible. “I care about you, a lot, you know I do. I also wish it wasn’t like this but we don’t have another choice.” 

“So what? You keep stringing me along, and I just have to live with it? Knowing that no matter how much we may want it, we’ll never be able to be together?” 

He sighed, and frowned at how sad you looked. “Can’t we just be grateful for what we do have?” 

You shook your head, “I want too much.” 

Despite everything you said, you and him both knew that you wouldn't be able to walk away, and neither would he. So when he took your face in his hands, whispered another “I'm sorry,” and kissed you again, you melted into him effortlessly. 

It was heated and messy, both letting out all your grief and frustration, clinging to each other almost desperately. He kissed you harder, deeper than he had before, until this time he was the one to pull away, though he didn't move far, looking at you with a look that while apologetic, was still hopeful.  

“I can't give you what you want, but if we're careful, I can take you home with me. For tonight, we can act like it’s real.” 

Before, taking you home with him had always been off the table. You were both too easily recognizable, and being seen in his building together would make it dead obvious that your relationship was more than it should be, so it didn’t even seem like an option. 

Wide eyed, you nodded, and not even a half hour into the lesson he was sneaking you carefully out of the practice room, and then the building, into his car. You texted your manager some bullshit excuse as to why you'd be gone for the night, and then you were on your way to his place, for the very first time.  

You could hear the rapid pounding of your own heart as he drove you through the night, unsure but excited. Even if it was only for one night, and he was risking far too much, you were going to hold onto whatever you could get. 

When he pulled into his building’s garage, he gave you a hat and a mask to put on, he pulled up his hood and put his own mask on, saying a short prayer before getting out of the car, and walking in with you. If anyone saw and recognized you both, he would be fucked, so he hurried, and luckily you made it to his apartment without running into anyone. 

Once inside you both let out a sigh of relief. You were alone with him, truly alone, no chance of passers by seeing you, or label mates catching onto your relationship, just you and him, all night. 

When you felt his hand on your own, pulling you closer, it robbed you of your breath. He took his mask off, and then yours, and leaned in, though his lips only barely met your own before he was looking at you once again. “I’ve wanted you so badly, and I know it’s wrong and I’m an idiot and an asshole for doing this, but I just can’t bring myself to stay away from you.” 

“So don’t. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I’m all yours.” 

You looked up at him, eyes sparking with all the hope and clueless naivety he should expect from you, a girl of barely twenty, who’d grown up loving him, and was powerless not to fall into his trap, whether he’d set it on purpose or not. He was a man ten years your senior, who positioned himself as an authority figure in your life, someone who should never touch you, kiss you, or anything even close. 

The guilt manifested as a lump in his throat, knowing that your feelings for him, your willingness to ignore how wrong it all was, were because of him. 

Still, he kissed you, with a kind of passion that was new to you both. Without any risk of getting caught, he let himself hold you tighter, let the kiss get more and more heated. He led you to the couch, where you ended up on his lap, his hands on your hips as his lips wandered to your neck, kissing, biting, enough to make you gasp and shiver, but not leave marks. 

For you it was otherworldly, lightheaded and dizzy with disbelief as his hands and lips stayed glued to your skin, finally living out the fantasies that played in your head when you laid alone at night, longing for him. You’d kissed boys in the past, but none of them came anywhere close to the way he made you feel. You were convinced nobody could ever make you feel the things Baekhyun could, and all he’d done was kiss you. He wasn’t some boy, he was a man, he knew what he was doing, and you wanted more. Every last little piece of him. 

The restraint was gone. He wanted you just as badly, and that was all he could focus on. When you pushed your hips further into him, he groaned at the friction, easily getting carried away. You felt, looked, sounded, tasted, even smelled divine to him. He’d been hard for a good while already, and this time when you rolled your hips and he felt you against him, he let out a satisfied groan. 

That only encouraged you further and you kept moving, lips moving heatedly against his, as you started to get yourself off against him, his hands on your ass guiding you. 

“I want more.” You breathed out when he pulled back for air. “Where’s your bedroom?” 

Baekhyun didn’t answer, rather he stood, your legs still wrapped around him as he carried you away, until gently laying you down on his mattress. 

With you he became a gentle, caring lover. Maybe it was your age, or the fact that he’d been your mentor, but the way he touched you was like you were something precious. Like if he wasn’t careful, you would break. Even as he positioned himself between your thighs, he was cautious, never moving too quickly, watching for any hesitation on your end. 

But there was none, your desire for him was all-consuming in a way that was hard to understand, even in the moment. Without him pressed against you, you felt like you might actually die. 

“I’m not made of glass, Baek. You don’t have to be so careful.” 

“I know, I just… I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I want this to be special.” 

When his lips met yours for the nth time that day, you started to tug on his clothes, until his shirt was being pulled over his head and he got to work undressing you as well. One by one he took off your blouse, followed by the skirt you were wearing, next unhooking your bra, until all that was left on your body was a pair of lacy underwear. Still desperate for his affection, you kept your lips glued to his all you could, the added feel of his warm skin against your own stealing any rationality from your mind. All you could think of was him, you wanted him in a way you didn’t even know was possible. 

He froze above you when your hand reached down, trying to get the button of his jeans undone. 

Even the few seconds when his touch left you completely as he finished undressing himself felt torturous. A breath got stuck in your throat when you felt his hands at your hips, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing from your body before reclaiming his place between your thighs. 

As your eyes met his and he started to move closer, you realized that there was something he needed to know. 

“Wait- I should probably tell you, I’ve never done this before.”

You watched as the color drained from Baekhyun’s face, eyes wide. He hadn’t even considered that you might be a virgin, you were old enough to have some experience, but it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise to him either. Those five words hit him like a punch in the gut. 

He rolled off of you, hands running through his hair, eyes squeezed shut. “God, this is so fucked up.” 

You sat up, taking one of his hands and he looked at you with uncertainty. “It’s not a big deal, but I’m sorry if that was a bit of a shock.” 

He gave you a sympathetic, but worried look. “It is a big deal though, at least to me. This would be irresponsible enough if it wasn’t your first time, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t want to be responsible for how you’ll feel afterwards.” 

His words made your heart sink and a lump form in your throat. “What? No, please, Baekhyun, trust me, there isn’t anyone in the entire world that I would rather do this with than you, here and now. Please. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this badly.” 

“You have to realize how tough of a spot you’re putting me in.” 

“I don’t care. I just want you, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. Please.” 

You moved closer to him, linking your hands behind the back of his neck, taking him with you as you fell back onto the mattress. He looked down at you, still unsure. 

“Please.” 

He shushed you with another kiss, but had his own conditions if he was really going to be your first. “You have to tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable at all, or if it hurts, and you can stop me at any point if you don’t want it anymore.” 

You could see in his eyes the concern and uncertainty he was feeling, but you had gotten this far, and you knew what you wanted, and you wanted it bad. You nodded, and he was between your legs once again, the anticipation rising. 

Baekhyun didn’t miss the way you gasped at the first touch of his length against your inner thigh. He wanted to make sure you were ready, that it didn’t hurt too badly, so he started with one finger inside you, slowly working it in and out, before adding a second. The wetness and your whimpers told him you were more than ready, easily taking his digits, and finally, he moved to replace them with his length.  

You felt him position himself at your entrance, and you were certain you’d never felt that kind anticipation before, leaving you a shaking, panting mess underneath him. 

You felt his hand softly against your cheek, and your eyes opened to meet his. “Y/n, baby. You’re sure you want this?” 

You nodded without even a second of hesitation. “Yes, god, please.” 

The softness of his kiss was a stark contrast to the intrusion of him pushing inside, the pain making your eyes squeeze shut and a whine pass your lips. 

He stopped moving when he saw your reaction, giving you time to adjust to the new sensation. “Am I hurting you?” 

It did hurt, but your desire overpowered any sign of discomfort. “Please don’t stop.” 

With his forehead pressed to yours he kept going, until his hips were flush with yours. He felt your discomfort in how tense you were, staying still to let the pain subside. 

“Baekhyun, please.” 

You might’ve not minded the pain, too concerned with the intense need for more, but he wasn’t going to move until he knew you were okay. 

“I know it hurts baby, you have to relax, can you do that for me?” 

You whined in response but realized that he was right, you were extremely un-relaxed, and as you made a conscious effort to let go of all the tension in your body, the pain faded away. 

He felt it, and saw how you melted into the mattress, and took it as his cue to start moving. 

The first thrust had your back arching, moaning his name and he just kept going, setting a slow rhythm. You clung to him, moaning unabashedly, losing yourself to the new and incredible feeling of him inside you. Nothing could’ve prepared you for it, this was so much better than anything you’d been able to come up with in your own fantasies. Just the weight and warmth of him on top of you overwhelmed you, combined with the feeling of him pushing in, pulling out almost completely each time, before sinking back into you, it was like your own personal heaven. He was your own personal heaven. 

It only got better as he kept moving, that familiar warm feeling building in the pit of your stomach. You’d had orgasms before, but what you could do with your own hands didn’t even compare to what he was doing to you. It was a wholly different, and far more intense sensation. 

His lips collided with yours in a messy, lustful haze, praises passing his lips in between breaths.  “You feel so good baby, so perfect, so beautiful.”

Those words heightened everything even more, his low voice sending chills running down your spine. 

“Baek, please.” 

You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore, you were just imploring him for more, everything and anything he could give you, you wanted it. The feeling of him rolling his hips into you again and again clearing your mind, your pleasure and desire all consuming. 

However he could see it in your eyes, how you needed more, and picked up the pace. The way he pushed himself into you, now faster, and with more force, had the tightness in your belly growing more intense by the second. 

The build up was more intense than you ever knew possible, losing control as he continued his ministrations, until all at once, you fell. 

The orgasm raged through you, leaving every nerve ablaze, as you shook and gasped at the overwhelming wave of pleasure. 

Above you, Baekhyun was losing control too, still pushing inside deeply, teetering on the edge, but your fucked out expression combined with the way you clenched around him had him reaching his high soon after you, shuddering with a moan as he let go. 

For a minute you both stayed just like that, panting, gasping, letting the climax slowly fade, until there was nothing left but a tangled web of sweaty limbs. 

When he pulled out and rolled off of you, the loss of his warmth made you whine. You barely even noticed when he got up, soon returning with a wet towel, and cleaning you up. 

He settled in next to you, and you smiled when his arm wrapped around you, pulling you into him. 

Luckily the exhaustion did well to lull you to sleep, any painful thoughts being pushed to the morning, but you wouldn’t be able to escape them forever. 

He woke you up with a kiss on the cheek, and at first it all felt so nice, so tender and intimate, in bed together with him as the sun began to poke through the curtains. Slowly he got up, and you followed, feeling the dull ache between your thighs as you stood. 

Seeing the way you grimaced at the soreness, he was quickly at your side. “Shit, sorry.” He muttered. 

You just let out a small laugh. “It’s okay, it was worth it, at least. Definitely worth it.” 

He smiled, pulling his clothes on as you gathered your own, before doing the same. “Let’s get you home, before it gets busy and people could see us leaving here together."

There it was, the rude call back to reality. That your night with him was over, that now you would have to hide again, to sneak around, and constantly be reminded that he wasn’t really yours, and never would be. 

Stupid, foolish girl. 

You managed to make it back home without being spotted, and even his kiss goodbye couldn’t keep the sadness from taking you over. He noticed it too, how you seemed to shut down after making it to his car. 

Back in your room, you let it all out, letting the tears seep into your pillow. Once again, he’d turned you into a complete mess, the pain and frustration leaving you broken.

Nobody could ever again give you what he could, could make you feel what he could. It was him, the man you’d looked up to and admired for so many years, and now after having slept with him, it was clearer than ever. 

That was the nature of your relationship with him. You were powerless to him, and no matter how much it would ruin you, you'd let him do it, over and over again.

For him, you would ruin yourself, a million little times.

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