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moon--goddess1021 · 2 years

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blacken my heart, stain my soul

EXO Yixing x Jongdae Eldritch horror, monsterfucking, PWP Explicit 2.6k

He shook his head. There was nothing there. He knew that. He wasn’t a child, scared by his parents’ tales of monsters and demons and spirits hiding under his bed and in his closet and in the shadowed corners of his room.

Skritch.

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Jongdae’s apartment was making noises again.

He sighed and rolled over in bed, pressing his head into his pillow and attempting to arrange his limbs into a more comfortable position. Sleep had eluded him for the past hour, and he was exhausted - yet he simply could not doze off. Every time he thought he’d manage it, something would creak, or his eyes would shoot open for no reason, or a muscle would cramp, and he’d groan and readjust.

Speaking of which.

Skritch.

Jongdae cracked an eye open.

Skritch.

Dismissing the noise as nothing, he shifted, tugging his blanket up around his bare chest. His apartment had been boiling before, so he was only wearing boxers, and now that the temperature had cooled off he really didn’t want to get up and get a shirt.

Skritch.

He stared at the wall. The noise had sounded… closer. Like something was approaching.

Skritch.

He sat up, straining to look around, the only light the faint glow of the moon through his curtains. Nothing was amiss.

“Stupid,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “There’s nothing there.”

Skritch.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was in his room. He sighed. “Nothing there, Jongdae,” he mumbled. “You’re just a scaredy-cat.” He leaned over the edge of his bed. “Monsters don’t…”

A pale, skeletal hand reached out from the dark space between his mattress frame and the floor.

Jongdae’s eyes widened.

He blinked.

A figure unfolded itself from the shadows and stood in front of him, skin a faint, translucent purple, fangs bared. Its bones were sharp, every muscle and line clearly defined, every shape pointed. Its long, needle-like fingers curled around the edge of Jongdae’s bed frame.

Jongdae screamed.

He scrambled back, almost smacking his head against the wall, fear coursing through his body. What the FUCK, his mind screeched. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!

The figure stared at him, unmoving, before its long, forked tongue flicked out and it licked its lips.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

I’m going to die, he thought. I’m going to die, because this thing is going to eat me. It looks hungry.

When nothing happened, he carefully opened his eyes, emitting a high-pitched squeak when he met the figure’s burning red gaze.

I’m so dead.

The figure leaned forward, pressing its hands into the mattress. Jongdae saw that its - elbows? The figure’s form looked close enough to human that he supposed he could say that - had a sort of thorn extending out from its skin, and when the figure moved forward again, its expression almost predatory (Jongdae was certain this was the end), he saw that there was a line of spikes running down the figure’s back.

The figure looked at him again. Its tongue flicked, and then its spindly hands reached out.

Jongdae grimaced and braced himself, not wanting to watch as this eldritch thing devoured him.

He was yanked forward, and he clamped his mouth shut, determined not to scream again, when all the air whooshed out of his body at the same time the figure ripped his boxers off.

His eyes flew open and he pushed himself up on his elbows. What…

His gaze caught on the figure’s broad shoulders, its defined muscles, its - well, now he could say that this was presumably a male being, because its thick, protruding cock was fully hard, almost straining towards him, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.

The thought of having that cock in him flashed through his mind before he remembered that it was attached to a horror of the night.

The figure’s hands curled around his legs.

Oh God, Jongdae thought, what is it going to -

The figure locked eyes with him for a moment before pushing his knees apart and lowering its mouth to Jongdae’s own half-hard cock.

He gasped as its tongue swirled around the tip before the figure took half his length, the sudden warmth and wetness of its mouth combined with the light scrape of teeth making him whimper. The figure swallowed, throat constricting, and Jongdae couldn’t help but moan, sheets clenched in his fists.

He looked down to see the figure lick his cock, tongue wrapping around the base before swallowing all of it down again, and the sight sent a powerful throb of desire through his entire body.

He moaned again, the figure sliding a thin finger along the underside of his cock. S-should I really be giving in, he thought, right as his hips jerked, shoving his cock farther into the figure’s mouth. Shouldn’t I resist-

The figure held him down, fingers trailing along the lines of his stomach, and he shivered, pleasure racing through his veins. Fuck, but it feels so good.

He dropped his head back against the mattress, gasping as the figure curled its tongue around his cock once more, flicking it against a sensitive spot, before pulling off with a soft pop. He felt the figure press its mouth to his hip bones and then his stomach, its long fingers moving along his sides, tracing his faint muscles, all the way up to his chest.

The figure closed its mouth over his right nipple and Jongdae arched off the bed, fingers clumsily grabbing for the figure, to hold it there, to keep the waves of pleasure rushing through him.

The figure’s skin was smooth, cool to the touch, and when Jongdae dug his hands into the figure’s arms, it hissed, tongue fluttering and grip constricting on his sides. He held on, grasp tightening as the figure released his nipple and moved up his neck, fangs scraping his skin. The idea of danger, the vestiges of fear that were still in his system, combined with the constant pulse of desire, the otherworldly pleasure, were creating such a mishmash of feelings in his brain that they threatened to overwhelm him. He opened his eyes again, meeting the figure’s red gaze, and the pure want he saw there made his stomach leap.

“Tell me your name,” he whispered, trailing his hand up the figure’s arm and resting it at the base of its neck.

The figure blinked slowly, a shudder running through its body.

“I…” Its voice was low, gravelly, and Jongdae wanted.

“In your tongue, I am called Yixing,” it said haltingly, like it wasn’t sure why it was telling him.

“Yixing,” Jongdae gasped, and pulled its face down.

Their lips met with resounding force, and he felt the other inhale sharply before the kiss obliterated him.

Their tongues intertwined, dancing around each other before tangling in a way that gave Jongdae full access to the being - Yixing’s - mouth, that let him taste every otherworldly, dangerous aspect.

He lost an indeterminate amount of time kissing Yixing, pressing it closer, crushing his mouth to the other’s, letting its lips and tongue and sharp teeth overtake every single one of his senses. He only emerged from the fog when Yixing finally pulled away just to press its lips to Jongdae’s neck and bite, which made him swear very loudly. Yixing looked up at the noise, and the responding glint in its eyes that he saw made him positively throb with need - and then he let out an extremely breathy moan when Yixing lowered its head and nipped at his Adam’s apple.

“God,” he panted, digging his fingertips into Yixing’s back. “Fuck, god, that feels so good-”

He felt Yixing’s lips stretch into a grin against his skin before those long fingers wrapped around his legs and hoisted them onto its shoulders. Jongdae gasped, the feeling of being manhandled doing something to his insides. Yixing raised a hand to its mouth, wiping saliva onto its fingers, and then pressed those fingers against his asshole, making Jongdae arch into him.

“Lube,” he choked out, barely registering that he would need some in order to fit that massive cock inside him, distracted by the feeling of Yixing’s thumb circling his asshole. “In the drawer.”

Yixing glanced over at his nightstand for the briefest of moments before returning its gaze to Jongdae. It raised its hand back to its mouth and Jongdae was helpless to watch as it slowly sucked on its fingers, drawing them out from between their lips and leaving an oddly thick string of spit behind. It brought its hand down, back to his asshole, and carefully slid a saliva-covered finger into him.

The groan that came out of Jongdae as Yixing’s finger curled inside him was obscene. He reached up and clasped his hands around its neck, winding his fingers into its long, dark hair, brushing against its pointed ears. “More,” he murmured, clutching it closer. “Fuck, more-”

Yixing pushed another finger inside him and he broke off, shuddering with pleasure, his hands tightening in its hair. It twisted its hand, fingers stretching, pressing, sliding in and out of him, its saliva providing the perfect amount of glide, eliminating the last of his thoughts concerning lube.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and tugged its head down, crashing their mouths together. Yixing made a hissing sort of noise before responding, twining their tongues together while continuing to pump its hand. The combining wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm Jongdae, the feeling of Yixing’s forked tongue swirling around his, the graze of its sharp teeth against his lips, the way its fingers filled him so exquisitely, but he needed more, he wanted more, he wanted and he needed everything Yixing could give. He arched his back and wrapped his legs around Yixing’s hips, making the other growl into their kiss.

Jongdae felt it remove its fingers from him, making him whine at the loss of stimulation. He opened his eyes and looked at Yixing, this being that emerged from the shadowy darkness, that had scared the living daylights out of him and then ravaged him so completely, this being that evoked such a confusing rush of feelings in his brain that every second they spent intertwined like this threatened to overwhelm him.

Yixing’s dark red eyes met his as it stroked a finger down his cheek before it thrust.

Jongdae couldn’t help but scream as Yixing’s cock sank into him, filling him, pushing him to the brink of the most exquisite mix of pleasure and pain he’d ever felt.

Yixing didn’t give him a moment to relax, instead setting a brutal pace, pounding into him with just enough force, wiping all thoughts from Jongdae’s brain other than how good this felt, how much he wanted this, how much he wanted more. He gasped when Yixing wrapped one hand around his cock, using the other to support its weight while it continued to move, and then let out a string of curses when it scraped the tips of its fingers against his balls.

“Fuck, Yixing,” he moaned, gripping its shoulders tighter. “Right there, god, more.”

Yixing shifted, its cock pulsing inside him, before grabbing his legs and twisting him to the side. Jongdae’s entire body tightened, a new rush of heat flooding him at the ease with which Yixing threw him around, and then he lost all ability to think as Yixing slammed back into him. The new angle drove its cock farther into Jongdae, stuffing him full, so full he thought he might explode.

“God, fuck,” he breathed, unable to say anything else, the waves of pleasure coursing through him narrowing his focus to Yixing, and Yixing’s cock, and its fingers digging into his hips, and its glazed red eyes, and the little hisses and moans that it made every time it drove into him. “Faster,” he added, tightening around its cock.

Yixing growled, the sound reverberating in Jongdae’s chest, and pulled out, the slight squelch making him grit his teeth as to not whimper. It circled his mattress, moving behind him, and dragged a finger down his back, the scratch of its nail the most delicious sensation.

“Please,” he gasped, starting to twist to face it, but then his mattress dipped as Yixing sat down and leaned against the headboard. It pulled him backwards so that his back was pressed against its chest and his ass was lined up with its cock, still hard, still huge, and still pulsing with need. Jongdae reached down and guided it into him, settling his ass in its lap. Yixing wrapped its hands around his thighs and hissed as Jongdae wiggled his hips, ensuring its cock was all the way in, before starting to move.

Behind him, Yixing made a guttural noise, and Jongdae felt its cock throb. He tilted his head and kept going, snaking a hand behind Yixing’s head for leverage (and to wind his fingers in that long, thick hair). Yixing made another noise and then its mouth was on Jongdae’s neck, teeth digging into his skin, its fingers tightening on his thighs, gripping him hard enough to leave bruises.

“Fuck,” he moaned, feeling every nerve in his body tingle with pleasure. “Fuck, Yixing.” He arched into it as it bit down on his neck again, letting out a cry as it thrust up into him, hitting his prostate. Yixing’s thrusts were powerful, almost frantic, and every one of them found that same spot, pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm. He clenched around it, meeting its frenetic pace, and Yixing hissed into his ear, its powerful muscles bunching as it fucked him even harder, and all of a sudden everything combined into an overwhelming wave of feeling.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come, fuck, harder, I’m gonna come - FUCK!” Jongdae exploded, electricity racing through his veins, the feel of Yixing’s cock plunging into him and Yixing’s fingers clutching his thighs and Yixing’s teeth at his neck overpowering him until all he could do was come, his entire body tensed as his orgasm crashed over him.

Yixing let out a deep roar and thrust into him once more before it came as well, painting Jongdae’s insides with come, its cock pulsing in time with Jongdae’s heartbeat.

They collapsed back onto Jongdae’s bed, Yixing slumped against the headboard, Jongdae half on top, Yixing’s cock slipping out of him. Jongdae took a moment to catch his breath and then looked up at Yixing. It was already watching him.

“That was…” Jongdae offered a small smile. “Wow.”

Its dark red eyes flashed. “What is your name?” it asked, its raspy voice thrumming with something unearthly.

Jongdae swallowed. “Jongdae,” he said quietly, trusting that Yixing wouldn’t use it to hurt him.

“Jongdae.” Yixing tilted its head. “You are…” Its tongue flicked out. “Delicious.”

Before Jongdae could say anything else, Yixing bent forward and kissed him. Jongdae responded instantly, letting their tongues intertwine yet again. He felt like he could never get enough of kissing Yixing, but just as he moved to deepen the kiss, Yixing broke away.

“I must… go,” it said, a tinge of reluctance in its voice.

Jongdae let out a breath. “Will you… come back?” he asked before his brain could catch up with his mouth.

Yixing bared its teeth in a semblance of a grin as it stood, making Jongdae’s stomach flip with that strange yet wonderful combination of arousal and fear.

“I will return.”

As Jongdae lowered himself back into bed, suddenly feeling more exhausted than he had in weeks, he reached out for Yixing’s hand. “I’ll be waiting,” he said.

He fell asleep to the image of red eyes and a long, spindly hand holding his as its owner faded back into the shadows.

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yeoldontknow · 2 years

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ღ songs we sing together ➸ (m)

A/N: a long long time ago in an entirely different fandom, i used to write playlist drabbles. id make a playlist that was meant to be a soundtrack, direct diegetic music happening in a scene, and write the accompanying story. ive missed doing those, and since chanyeol is basically music itself ive wanted to do one for a few years but didnt think anyone would want it. ive moved past that and just decided to write this for me, because i want it. so welcome back to chanvember! i hope you enjoy <3 Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: established relationship au; plus size reader (its lightly referenced tho not explicit, so im just making it clear this is a plus size reader); smut; fluff; romance Summary: On a rainy Sunday morning, you listen to records with Chanyeol and think about the present and the future. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit sexual situations; oral sex (m and f receiving); fingering (f receiving); unprotected sex; creampie Word Count: 2.3K this is a drabble for me leave me be

soundtrack

The Sunday morning rain was heavy against the window, a rhythm as steady as Chanyeol's even heartbeat.

Your head was pressed against his bare chest, cheek tickled by the baby soft hair that dappling his skin. Mindlessly, Chanyeol had wound his arm protectively over your waist in the aftermath of your vigorous coupling. His every exhale was feather light, a gentle sigh into the crown of your head, akin to a halo. Occasionally, your wiggling toes would find his ankle, the ghost of a giggle tumbling sweetly through his nose before he would fall quiet once again, relishing your tender touch.

The smile etched into your cheek was immovable. Content down your nerves, you studied his discarded briefs, tossed and forgotten over the arm of his desk chair. Thoughts moved sluggishly in your mind, thinking and rethinking over how they came to be there, stumbling through memory and, ultimately, forgetting each time Chanyeol mumbled words to songs in quiet pleasure.

How many times you had to restart, losing your train of thought as your eyes fell closed in adoration. Still, you studied the navy blue cotton, remembering better how the elastic band felt within your hands - remembering best the way he moaned as you took him into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.

You'd sucked his cock with feral intensity, knees burning against the hardwood of his floor. Passion was boiling in your blood, your hollowed cheeks wrapped tightly around his girth. If you could, you'd have written your name in his skin with the tip of your tongue. His hand had fisted in your hair as he came with a needy whine, fucking your mouth with urgency.

In the end, it did not matter how they got there, only that the heat of his cock still lingered on your tongue. And this, you decided, was most important.

In the corner of the room, the turntable spun diligently as Leonard Cohen did his best to drown out Chanyeol, the thundering rain, the sensation that you were falling more and more in love with him; his spirit was palpable, visceral, slithering down your back - a proclamation in the nodes of your spine that said there would be no escaping him.

Your fingers carved divots into the soft flesh of his stomach as you quietly hummed along with the music. You could still feel him between your thighs; the occasional twitch of his cock into your hip said he could still feel you.

If you were honest, you'd have said you were still trembling from the way he separated the buttons of your shirt the night before. He came to you as the sun through curtains, unrestrained, unrestricted - stubborn in his desire to touch you. Beneath the moonlight, he ran his tongue along your sternum and peered up at you through his long eyelashes, a challenge, a threat.

You were still trembling from the way he hesitated over your heart, taking his time to luxuriate in the way it was a flightless bird straining to reach him. Chanyeol's tenacity was unruly, and he paused over your heart to feel it beat before pressing his teeth into the ample curve of your breast. You're mine, he said, the rasp in his throat thick with desire. To prove his point, he slipped two fingers beneath your underwear and toyed with the folds of your cunt, preparing to stake his claim.

You were still trembling from the touch of his hands, the strength in his knuckles as he spread your legs and kissed your wet center. Your hands clutched the sheets as he pressed his tongue between your walls, massaging the backs of your knees in time with the movements of his mouth. He coaxed you to completion, smiling against your cunt as you moaned his name, the sound of it only strengthening his thrusts until he wove figure eights over your clit. Embarrassed by how quickly you'd cum, you apologized with a deep flush only for him to smile, full of love, licking at the drenched glisten of his lips.

Chanyeol had unraveled you, languidly making his way to the wet summer of your mouth. He'd left sunflower petals in your lungs, and you were autumn in all the places he had not touched you, the tiny caverns between your atoms bleeding into winter as they fought to seek him.

And when he came inside you, tears pricked the corner of your eyes as his teeth latched onto the tendon of your neck, your own nails digging crescent moons into his sides. You milked him as he fucked into you, your name a gasped prayer that fell from his lips directly into your pulse. You'd never been held so tightly, a second orgasm ripped from you as he fucked you beyond the limit of stimulation.

The clouds crept along the sky, the rain persistent and soothing as you curled deeper into him. He was awake, aware of your affectionate need to cover his full length - an impossible task. Chanyeol let you walk your fingers along the hills of his ribs, his own hands stroking idle shapes into the valley of your waist.

Silences like this were rare, silences in which it was not silent all but words were kept safe behind tongues. You had so much to say to one another, so many thoughts, so many ideas - plans. He called all these things plans, and your mind raced with visions of the future. A house you would eventually share, a refrigerator full of pictures, appointment reminders, invitations; pets, two dogs and two cats, perhaps a rabbit, perhaps a terrarium of snails; children, though you had never imagined you'd be a mother, had never even wanted it. Until Chanyeol, children were off the table.

Funny how quickly you'd given in, wanting more of him, wanting the universe with him.

Resting in his bed, you both had wanted to set aside all your plans for creation, choosing instead to live in the present, in each other.

But really, you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to marry him, imagined the weight of a ring on your finger, binding you to him. You wanted to marry him, prepared as you were for the eventual horrible and cruel words you would reserve for one another. With his soft warmth pressed against your cheek, you didn't want to fight with anyone other than him, nor could you imagine fighting for anyone else.

One day, some day, perhaps even sometimes, he would make you cry. Eventually, one day, you would even make him cry, both of you angry and volatile. You chuckled to yourself, rationalizing that you would be even more furious, wanting to hate him and surrendering that you couldn't - you would love him even beyond the rage.

You would always choose to love him.

'What are you thinking about?' he murmured, lightly skimming his nails along your back. Reaching the wings of your shoulder, he drew small circles before dragging his fingers back down.

A shiver traveled the length of your synapses, and you buried your nose into his chest as you held him tightly. Eyes closed, you took the scent of his warm skin deep into the nodes of your lungs, feeling yourself capsize.

'Nothing,' you managed.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you swallowed a laugh. You could hear the inquisitive raise of his brow, seeing right through your dismissal. Lifting up slightly to look at him, you considered his patient, knowing expression. A teasing smirk had caused his dimple to emerge, your wandering mind a poorly kept secret.

'I'm thinking about the future.' Chanyeol's expression softened, though his hand did not cease its soothing strokes. For a brief moment, you found yourself distracted by the freckle in the middle of his nose. Blinking twice, you collected your thoughts. 'How one day you'll make me cry,' you finished, waiting for his inevitable protests.

Instead, he surprised you, acknowledging your statement with a slow nod. Several moments passed in which he said nothing, expression curious and scrutinizing as his thoughts raced. You noted each one, counting the move of his eyes as he searched your face.

He was always good at worrying. Conversely, he was even better at managing worry with optimism. So unlike you, he was able to embody contrast without becoming consumed.

'Think about how I'll make you laugh,' he suggested, pressing his head into the pillow as he considered the ceiling. 'Think about how we'll laugh trying to shovel snow, or change vacation plans the second we get in the car.'

It was easy to picture, everyday with him uninterrupted and endless bliss. It would be easy with him, a full life - the entire length of it - brimming over with pleasure until you reached a shared grave, hands still clasped together in ardor. You could live like that, holding him tighter and tighter.

'You always make me laugh,' you appeased, resting your head back in its former position. 'But everyday won't be like that. Sometimes it will hurt.'

'So are you preparing then?' Chanyeol laughed, the sound thick and heavy. Sleep was threatening him, seeping into his voice with each passing moment of stillness. 'Have some confidence in me.'

'I have more confidence in you than anyone on this planet, but be practical,' you pouted, poking his rib with your index finger. His squirm of protest sent a thrill of victory into your belly. 'It won't always be like this.'

The rustle of his head against the pillow indicated his indigence, never happy unless he had the last word. 'Then I'll try to make it like this as often as I can.'

'Me, too,' you agreed. 'And even still,' you continued, lifting your head to regard him pointedly, 'even when you make me cry, I will still love you.'

He looked at you down the length of his nose, mouth twisting as emotion cast shadows over his face. He was always so soft, so sensitive, so much faster than you to loving.

'You could make me cry, too,' he whispered, and your heart broke.

'I'll try not to.' Seeking his free hand, you wound your fingers together and squeezed, making a promise of effort. 'What were you thinking about?'

Chuckling to himself, he bit his lip and returned his gaze to the ceiling, the tips of his ears turning pink. 'The next record to put on. Infinitely less serious.'

'I can't help it,' you shrugged, admiring the smooth line of his jaw. 'You make me want to commit.'

Chanyeol's eyes fell closed as his lips parted on a sigh, his cock twitching in excitement. He was just like you, often aroused by the idea of loyalty and fidelity, wanting a partner and wanting to build a whole life. You felt his heart increase its rhythm, his own mind likely racing with the thrill of making you his.

'Station to Station?' you offered, luring him back to you.

Opening his eyes, he shook his head. 'I wanted to fuck you again,' he admitted. 'I wanted to...'

Heat flooded your cheeks as you smirked, wetness building between your golds at the prospect. 'Pick the soundtrack?'

'Yeah,' was his sheepish reply.

You'd have let him fuck you to anything, the sound of his hips against yours more pleasurable than you could ever have fathomed. But he always took it seriously, wanting the right song for the right moment; your shared habit of constructing playlist after playlist resulted in curating simple, private moments, and you always wanted it to be perfect just for him.

'Closing Time?'

He'd had you the night before to Nick Cave and The Badseeds; in the morning storm, he reshaped your relationship to Leonard Cohen. If it were your bedroom, you'd have put on Sade, introducing him to the way women turn men into their servants from touch alone. But Tom Waits was just as good, just as amazed by the full force of love as you.

Turning against the pillow, Chanyeol eyed his long shelf of records, making a noise of approval.'It's in the third crate to the right.'

Easing off his chest, you slid away from the bed, your hands still joined until the tips of your fingers departed from his and his arm fell against the side of the mattress, dejected. Unashamed of your nakedness, you moved to the shelf, kneeling to inspect the crate as his cum still dripped down your thighs.

Chanyeol's eyes roamed your body, the searing heat of his attention burning your skin as he admired your ass. He made no effort to look away, and you glanced over your shoulder, finding his lips red, his cheeks red, his cock growing hard in your absence.

Never shy of the power you have over him, he's made it clear you have complete reign over the flow of his blood, and this knowledge suddenly makes you aware of your body, its curve, its thickness, its shape. He's hungry when he looks at you, and you have never felt so immensely remarkable.

Slipping the record from the crate, you hold it against yourself as you stand and ease the needle from the turntable.

'Already?' he questions, surprise nestled between the gravel in his throat. 'We didn't finish New Skin.'

'It's fine,' you reassure, slipping New Skin back into its sleeve. There's only one song left to the album, but you are impatient.

Chanyeol said he wanted you again, and now the emptiness at your core is unwilling to be ignored.

'All you have to do is kiss me,' you explained. 'It's easy to get me wet for you.'

Chanyeol hummed. 'I might need another minute.'

Years of experience allowed you to skillfully place the needle on “Hope I Don't Fall In Love With You,” the warm and rich treble oozing from Chanyeol's expensive speakers. Turning to face him, you watched his hungry, lovestruck gaze drink your breasts, your stomach, the adoring look you were certain lived on your features.

'Then just kiss me,' you affirmed. 'Kiss me until you're ready. I'll be ready for you.'

AN2: thank you to @kyungseokie and @yehet-me-up for reading this over <3 and to @sahmfanficbts and @kithtaehyung for being so completely encouraging my desire to do something different <3

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beomcoups · 2 years

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Ride Or Die

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boyfriend!Jongin (EXO) x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, established relationship au!, lovers on the run au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (both receiving), biting, foot fetish, doggy style, multiple orgasms, masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, nail digging,

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.6k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Jongin take on dangerous, thrilling jobs to fund your lifestyle, and tonight wasn’t anything different.

𝐀𝐍: So I was listening to Kai’s solo album (check it out if you haven’t) and there is a song called Ride Or Die that I absolutely love. I’ve listened to it so much that I got inspired to write this. I hope you enjoy it! And thank you @sugasbabiie for looking at this once again.

“Fuck, the cops are here! We have to go now!” You shout, rushing out of the building.

You and Kai hurry into the car, keys already in your hand as you turn the ignition while he holds the bags of money. You speed away from the bank, your foot firmly pressed onto the gas pedal as you weave through traffic. The blue and red lights from the cop cars are not too far behind, the annoying sirens blaring from its speakers. Your adrenaline is through the roof, matched with your anxiety, and you want to scream your way out of this scenario until you make it home. But then you look over at Kai, who reassuringly places his hand on your leg, encouraging you to stay calm and evade the authorities.

He is your anchor in all of this, robbing banks and museums to fund your lifestyle. A year ago, you wouldn’t have thought meeting the love of your life at an art exhibit would result in stealing one of the most famous European paintings in the world, nor celebrating your success by fucking him on the beach after. You both crave thrilling adventures and the finest things in life, and you two are not afraid to get your hands dirty to make it happen.

“They are gaining on us, Y/N,” Kai warns, looking at the passenger mirror.

“I know,” you grit your teeth, looking for a possible escape route.

The sirens are getting louder, and the outlines of the cop cars are now in your vision. You scream out in frustration, slamming your hand against the steering wheel.

“Hey, whoa. Calm down,” Kai commands, squeezing your thigh a little tighter.

“What do you mean, calm down?!” You shout at him. “They are almost on to us.”

“Make a turn right there and get on the freeway,” he points towards the right.

Seeing the freeway sign, you speed ahead to make it just as the street light turns red. You look in your rearview mirror and let out a sigh of relief as the police cars are further away from your view. You look over at Kai, and he is staring at you, with soft eyes full of concern.

“I’m okay, Kai,” you wave off his concern. “That was just a close one, that’s all.”

“I just never seen you lose control like that,” he mentions, taking the ski mask off of his face.

“I was just frazzled,” you admit. “ We’ve never been in a position where we almost got caught.”

He nods, looking into the bags and counting the money, and looking over the jewelry we stole from the deposit boxes. You get off a couple of exits later, pulling into a dark alley and turning the ignition off of the car. You hide the getaway car under a car cover, Kai electing to drive as you switch to your regular car and make your way to your house on the hills. The thrill of almost being caught and getting away with money and jewels creeps up and excites you, a slow burn forming inside of you, ready to be unleashed. You look over at him, his veins popping out of his right arm as he has his hand firmly on the wheel, focused on the road. You want nothing more than to make him pull over and fuck him in the driver’s seat, but you have a better idea.

Shortly after, you pull into the driveway of your two-story home, kicking off your shoes as soon as you walk into the door. Kai follows behind you, cupping your ass as he heads upstairs. Your center is already melting from his touch, and you have a need that only he can fix. You make your way upstairs to your spacious bedroom, finding Kai pouring all of the money and jewels on the bed, overlooking our haul of the night.

“We did good tonight,” he comments, holding a diamond necklace in his hands.

“I see,” you say, unbuttoning your shirt.

Kai cocks an eyebrow and smirks, palming the growing bulge in his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asks slowly, his eyes going dark from lust.

“You know what I’m doing,” you respond shortly, throwing your shirt at him.

You jump on him, and he catches you mid-air, kissing you ravenously as you unhook your bra. He squeezes your ass in his big hands, holding onto you steadily as you suck on his bottom lip, earning a moan out of him.

“I am going to fuck the shit out of you,” he growls, throwing you onto the bed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you quip, sliding off your pants and panties.

You playfully throw them at him, and Kai smirks, getting on his knees and kissing your toes. You bite back a moan as he works his lips up to your legs, leaving small bites on your thighs. Your nectar is already dripping, anticipating the assault Kai is going to do to your clit. He pauses, opening your legs wider and admiring the view that’s in front of him. He slips a finger inside of you and slowly takes it out, eagerly sucking the sweetness that came from you.

“Please, Kai,” you beg. “I need you.”

“Do you now?” he chuckles, placing his head on your thigh, face to face with your brimming sweet core.

“Yes,” you nod frantically, eager to feel his tongue in your insides. “Taste me please-”

You are cut off with your gasp as his lips ravenously kiss your center, electricity souring in between your legs. You rake your hands through his hair, gripping on it tightly as he hungrily eats you alive. You grind against his face, your moans getting louder as he sucks on you harder, sending vibrations through your thighs. You look up and see white stars, signaling your release as you scream his name, pulling on his hair tighter. You cum in his mouth, and he doesn’t let up, licking up your juices in a carnal state of mind as your legs quiver from the shockwave of your orgasm.

“Cum again. I’m still hungry,” Kai commands, slipping two fingers inside of you.

He pushes your legs wider, his eyes never leaving your sweet nectar as he thrusts his long fingers in and out of you. Your legs are shaking, and you are a whimpering mess, but you are taken back to that blissful state, now tongue fucking you into another orgasm.

“You are the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he remarks, licking his fingers clean of your juices.

Your breathing is rigid, and you still see white stars in your vision, but your body’s craving for Kai supersedes anything else you are feeling. You hear him undo his pants, and you sit up to his exposed thick member already glistening with precum. You crawl on the bed, catlike, towards him, pulling him closer to your face. You lean forward and lick him from base to tip before taking him whole.

“Fuck!” Kai lets out a throaty groan as you suck on his head gently.

You start bobbing your head, creating a rhythm as you hungrily suck his dick. His hands grab ahold of your hair, helping you move along his thick shaft, drips of saliva coming out of the corners of your mouth. You lean in further, allowing his length to hit the back of your throat as he roughly fucks your face. You look up at him, his eyes closed and mouth parted, singing songs of praise as you pick up the speed. You swirl your tongue and moan, sending vibrations along his thick cock. You feel him hardening, and you smirk, knowing that his release is about to come soon.

“Oh no, you don’t Y/N,” he grunts, pulling himself out of your mouth. “Turn over now.”

You turn around swiftly, your back arched and your ass in the air as he bends down and enters you from behind. You both groan in unison, his member filling perfectly into your tight hole. His movements are rough, his nails digging into your skin, and he pounds into you with such vulgarity, almost immediately sending you over the edge.

“I love the way you feel around my dick,” Kai moans, lifting one of your legs midway. “I want you to touch yourself while I’m fucking you.”

You do as you're told, rubbing your clit voraciously as he feverishly increases his speed, skin slapping noises filling up your spacious bedroom. You can feel the sweat dripping from his face, and it turns you on more, your stomach coiling as you reach your peak. Without warning, he pushes your head into the bed, dollar bills covering your face as he continues his onslaught. Your hands are grasping to whatever you can find, losing control as you convulse around him, screaming his name.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He exclaims before shortly reaching his own release, flooding himself into you. He thrusts through both of your peaks before slowly pulling out, collapsing next to you on the bed.

“I don’t know what it is about robbing banks and the way you look at me, but it makes me want you every time,” you breathe heavily.

Kai looks up at you and smiles, leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe it's the thrill?” he suggests, his hands rubbing you back.

“Mmmm, maybe,” you say groggily, your eyes now closed.

He gets up and slaps your ass, saying he was getting into the shower. Your body doesn’t allow you to move from your position, and instead, you fall asleep, still lying on piles of money and jewels.

Kai comes out moments later, finding you snoring softly on the bed. He chuckles, retrieving a rag with soap and a towel, wiping you down without waking you up. Kai carefully puts the money and jewelry away, moving you to the other side of the bed and snuggling you into the covers. He admires your peaceful state, kissing your forehead before laying next to you.

“I love you, my ride or die,” he whispers, holding you in his arms. “I’ll always be there.”

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taem-min-archived · 3 years

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Telephone

PAIRING || Baekhyun x female reader ft. Kibum, Taeyeon, Taeyong, Irene

GENRES || Horror, 911 operator Baekhyun, X-EXO Baekhyun.

SUMMARY || The telephone calls from his ex girlfriend was scaring him. Especially when she claimed that he murdered her.

WC || 1.8k

WARNINGS || horror, character deaths

A/N || This story probably isn’t that scary but I loved it so much. Off lately I’ve become really interested in 911 calls and so I really wanted to do this for Baekhyun as he had got the highest number of votes along with Kai.

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“911, please state your emergency.”

Static. He waited for a minute more but there still wasn’t any sound coming from the other side.

Baekhyun sighed exasperatedly, sure that this was another prank call. Halloween night was looming close which also meant teenagers found it funny to call the operators up at night to scare them.

But he was used to this. After all, this was what he was trained for.

He was about to hang up the call when he heard a sound. Immediately he jerked back the phone to his ear and strained them to hear anything, but now he could hear a buzzing sound.

“Hello? How can I help-”

“Help.”

He inhaled sharply, the woman’s raspy voice very clear in the empty office. Baekhyun was the only one serving shift in his floor currently, and the only thing accompanying him was the soft beeping on the seven screens in front of him and the buzzing of the fluorescent tube lights above him.

"Ma'am, what is happening?"

His fingers flew across the keyboard, noting down the number first and then quickly texting the other department to find out the location of the call.

"Pl-please help. Make him stop." The woman whispered, her ragged breath harsh against his ears.

"You need to tell me what is happening so that I can help you. What is your name ma'am?"

He was still calm, he had enough experience to know what would happen if he lost his cool too.

A message dinged on one of his screens indicating that they had traced the nearest cell tower of the cell phone.

"Officer Lee." He said, already on the other line, talking to the nearest official he could see. "We have a 911 emergency of abuse."

"Roger that. Address?"

"It's…" Baekhyun's voice trailed off on seeing the address. No way- How was that possible?

The address was his house.

He cleared his throat, sure that the address was wrong since they tracked the nearest cell tower, and that could be miles away from the destination.

“The address shows my house but I think it means nearby places.”

There was a pause, as though Taeyong too seemed to be trying to process this.

“On my way.”

“Ma’am,” Baekhyun said, back to line one, “if you could tell me your name or your address, or even what is happening to you I could help you out.”

His eyes were trained to look at all the monitors at once, one monitoring the small dot that represented Taeyong heading towards the destination, another with a blank form about the caller and another one where he was rapidly typing what he was hearing, ready to call in other emergencies in case he heard something.

“Help. Why don’t you help me? Please help.”

“Ma’am help is on the way-”

There was a loud pop as all the lights went out and the only source now was his computer screens. Baekhyun wasn’t scared of the dark ever, another reason he never minded this night shift as a Dispatch Operator but the growing sounds of gurgling and growling in the telephone line was causing shivers to travel down his spine.

“Baekhyun…” The woman rasped, this time sounding like she had gargled razors and Baekhyun felt his blood turn cold.

H-How did she know his name?

The hair on his nape stood up as his breathing came out in pants on this unusual call. With a jolt, he realised how lonely he was, not a single soul on his floor whilst he was plunged in darkness.

The call cut off abruptly, and at the same time the power surged to life.

Yet, the cold feeling hadn't left Baekhyun as though he could still hear the woman gargling in his ear.

“Byun?”

He jerked as the second line came to life, Taeyong’s voice clear through the landline.

“H-Hey. Did you find anything?” He tried not to sound shaken, but it was hard because the more he tried to ignore, the more the feeling of foreboding grew in him.

“Nothing. We will be needing to get a more specific address. Your entire apartment seems safe to me. Is she still on the line?”

Baekhyun exhaled.

“No. She cut the call. I don’t think she needs help anymore. She sounded alright at the end.” He lied.

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we follow the protocol still-”

“She told me so.” Baekhyun snapped, and Taeyong quieted down.

He sighed, rubbing his template, trying to forget what he heard. Being a 911 operator, there was bound to be such horrors right? He had heard some similar stories of ghost calls from his superiors.

"Well then...I suppose that's it huh? Are you calling it a night?"

Baekhyun felt his heart leap to his throat.

Calling it a night? On any other day he would have loved to crash on to his bed but all of a sudden going back to his house seemed like a distant nightmare, something which would haunt him and tear him apart.

"N-no. I'll continue my shift. Besides, Kibum won't wake up if I call him now."

"You sound...scared. We've dealt with these before, right?" Taeyong asked, clearly concerned for him.

"Y-yeah. I'll hang up now."

As soon as the phone went down, Baekhyun buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the horrible sounds he had heard.

But the more he tried to forget them, the more he was convinced that they were no more voices in his head but were coming from the room.

I’m hallucinating. I’ve gone mad.

He got up and walked upstairs, walking into a similar room to see only two occupants in the entire floor. Night shifts were starting to become rare.

“Hey Taeyeon.” Baekhyun said, approaching the older female of the two women working as dispatch at this time.

“Hey Baek- Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Baekhyun smiled sheepishly, taking a seat between Taeyeon and Joohyun.

“You know, calls these days. As Halloween approaches things get creepy.”

“I think I’ll leave this job after a year. There’s only so much I can handle such depressing news and situations.” Joohyun muttered, eyes still raking over the screens.

“So, uh, I was wondering if you both could take my shift. I, uh, the last call-”

He really didn't know how to explain the call.

But they were already nodding, understanding his unexplained fear.

“You go home. We will take care.” Taeyeon said, patting his shoulder lightly.

He smiled at them gladly, getting up to leave.

But even after he left the building, he could hear those groaning sounds following him.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, the headache still persisting despite eating the medicines.

He couldn’t sleep even a bit the night before. Everything he shut his eyes he was only revisited by the same nightmare and then he woke up in cold sweat. Even awake he couldn't shake off the foreboding fear in him, shivering in the darkness.

The telephone range once more and he automatically picked it up.

"911. Please state your emergency-"

"Help."

Baekhyun froze, feeling blood drain out of his cheeks.

"Baekhyun, please help."

It was the same woman. He was very sure of it.

But this time he was scared for a different reason.

This time he was scared because he knew this voice.

"Y/N." He whispered, fear clutching his stomach as he felt his heart hammer in his chest.

In the empty office he could only hear his own ragged breathing and the slight buzzing sound coming from the phone.

But how was this possible?

Y/N had died six months ago.

Or rather, she had been murdered in his apartment. At first he had been charged with murder, but due to lack of evidence he was set free.

"Help please." She rasped. "Help me-"

"Where are you?" He whispered.

"In your apartment. Why aren't you helping?"

He felt his head spin. Whom was he even talking to? With each word her voice turned raspy and he could feel the famine fear returning.

"If you don't help me he'll-"

Baekhyun heard her gasp, followed by a whimpering as he heard someone slap her.

"Y-Y/N?" He asked, though he didn't want to know what had happened to her.

"Stay away." A male voice said.

Baekhyun nearly fell off his seat, the hair on his arms and neck standing up.

"Stay away."

He could hear his own voice on the other side of the telephone line.

The telephone nearly slipped from his sweaty hand as he tried taking in a breath to calm himself down.

"And who's this-"

"Just stay away from us."

And the line disconnected.

"Who was that?"

Baekhyun jumped from his seat, hands flying to his mouth to prevent himself from screaming when he came face to face with Kibum.

"You scared me." He hissed, rubbing his sweaty forehead while trying to calm his shaking body down.

Kibum raised his eyes.

"Did I scare you? Or that call did?"

Baekhyun looked away.

"What are you talking about-"

"You asked the caller whether she was Y/N."

Baekhyun shivered involuntarily at the memory.

"It sounded like her." He gulped.

Kibum sat down beside him, concern etched on his face.

"Are you sure? Taeyeon and Taeyong said you were acting a bit differently even yesterday."

He exhaled.

"I'm fine. Just no sleep. You know, Halloween is just around the corner, kids coming up pranking-”

“You should go home.” Kibum cut him, patting him on the shoulder. “I think you need rest.”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to protest, but shuddered in the thought of facing another ghost call.

Packing his things, he made his way out of the office into the elevator, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

His heart jumped again as his phone rang, cutting the heavy cold silence.

"Hello?" He whispered, wondering who it was.

"Why did you kill me?"

He felt his head spin once more.

"Y/N. How did you- Kill you- What are you talking about-" he panted, stumbling back to support his wobbly legs with the help of the wall of the lift.

All of a sudden the air felt cooler, and his clammy hands seemed to be unable to grip the hand bar of the lift.

"Don't you know? You killed me. Well, not exactly you. It was Baëkhyun. But he is you, you are him, right?"

He heard the lift ding as it reached the ground floor. Frantically, he tried pushing random buttons, not wanting the lift door to open.

But as though his fate was doomed, the doors slowly opened, until he was face to face with her.

She dropped the phone from his hand, stepping into the lift coolly as Baekhyun stumbled back, trying to make as much distance as he could with her. But soon his back hit the wall and he could only stare as this ghostly form of his ex lover smiled at him.

"Now it's time for me to return the favour."

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Liminal: Part 2

Pairing: EXO x Female Reader

Genre: Witch!AU, Mystery AU

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Some strong language

Summary: Magic. Murder. Mystery. You don’t know when this became your life, but your choice in the matter is long gone. Someone is after you, someone is killing witches, and when a coven approaches you and tells you you’re one of them? You’re sure they’re crazy. What’s so magical about a girl stuck working at a greenhouse?

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The words that just left Kyungsoo’s mouth have you sitting in stunned disbelief. You? You’re in danger? A part of you has to stop yourself from laughing at how dumb that sounds. Why would anyone want you dead? You aren’t important, and you certainly haven’t done anything to piss anyone off, so why would someone want to hurt you?

There’s only one logical explanation. Kyungsoo and his friends are crazy. That’s it.

“Right…” you slowly say before you gesture towards Kyungsoo. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get out of the car now.”

“I’m serious,” he says, refusing to move.

“Seriously messed up,” you can’t help but mutter, causing the man on the other side of you to laugh. You side-eye him for a minute - wondering who these people even are - before looking back at Kyungsoo. “Look, I’m sure you believe what you’re saying is true, for some reason, but it’s not. I mean, why would I be in danger?”

He looks at you like you’re stupid. “I’m sorry. Do you have selective memory? Have you managed to forget the last ten minutes?”

You meet Kyungsoo’s stare for a moment and then tear your gaze away from him. Have you forgotten the people that were just following you? No, but you would certainly like to. You’d love to move on and pretend that everything that has just happened is a wild dream, but you know that isn’t possible. Deep down, you know a part of what Kyungsoo is saying has merit, but you’d rather continue to live in denial.

“Just tell her the truth.”

The man in the passenger seat looks at your unknown seatmate with furrowed brows and asks, “In the car?”

Following his gaze, you look at the man next to you. His response is to shrug his shoulders like he couldn’t care less if they tell you whatever it is they want to in the car. Taking in his aloof expression for a few seconds, you then turn to look at the two men in the front of the car - who seem to be having their own silent conversation - if the head tilts and eyebrow raises tell you anything.

With a sigh, you turn to face Kyungsoo and try to process everything. Should you stay and hear them out or demand he move and let you out of the vehicle? If those people really are after you… you need to know why, but then again, this could all be a giant lie. A prank even, who knows.

Kyungsoo must notice the lost look on your face because his expression softens. “Just hear us out. Then, you can run away and think we’re crazy.”

You take a moment to answer before quietly asking, “Us?”

Kyungsoo nods to the two men up front. “These are my friends Junmyeon and Jongdae, and behind you is Sehun.”

Your eyes follow his hand as he points out each man. Junmyeon offers you a kind smile from the driver’s seat while Jongdae sends you a wave. Sehun nods his head at you before looking back out the window. You’re not entirely sure if he’s watching for those people to come back or avoiding looking at you.

“Will you go somewhere with us?”

Your head snaps back toward Kyungsoo as alarm bells start blaring in your brain. They already have you trapped in the middle seat of their car. Now, they want to take you someplace else? Why? So, they can dispose of your body when they’re done with it?

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes at you, probably seeing the exact path your mind is taking.

“We’re not kidnapping you, Y/N. You’re free to leave whenever you want to, but it’d be pretty stupid if you left before hearing what we have to say.”

You give him a hard stare as you debate what you should do. Kyungsoo has never given you creepy vibes before, but that doesn’t mean you know him well enough to say he’s not a weirdo. Then again, if they’re so sure you’re in danger, then you want to know what they know and why they think that.

“Okay. I’ll go with you,” you tell them, already thinking of ways to attack if necessary. If they have ulterior motives, there’s no way in hell you’re going down without a fight.

Kyungsoo looks relieved as he nods at Junmyeon to go ahead. Junmyeon looks at you, making sure that you’re positive about your decision, before turning around in the driver’s seat and putting the vehicle in drive.

The ride is silent as they drive you out of the city. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest the further you go, and you wonder if you’re doing the right thing. Those people from earlier were definitely following you, and it’s not the first time you’ve felt like someone was. Maybe there’s value to what Kyungsoo is saying.

Then again, what does he have to do with anything? Why was he even there tonight, and how does he know someone is after you? The questions are continuing to pile up. You just hope that you’re finally going to get answers when you arrive wherever it is they’re taking you.

Another twenty minutes pass, and you notice you’re now officially in the middle of nowhere. Fields surround each side of the vehicle, only to be broken up by sporadic bunches of trees. The full moon is high in the sky, offering the only source of illumination outside of the headlights of the car.

A dark shape begins to grow as you travel further down the road. You squint your eyes like it’ll make your eyesight better, but quickly give up when it does nothing besides give you a headache. Junmyeon begins to slow down when you get closer to the structure, and you can finally see that it’s a giant, wooden pole barn. Horror movies you’ve seen in the past quickly poke at your mind, but you try to shut them out. You’re already freaked out. You don’t need help to make it any worse.

Junmyeon pulls onto the gravel drive and heads straight up to the barn. When he parks the car, all four men throw open their doors and get out, but you remain seated, or more accurately, you remain glued to the seat because you’re too afraid to get out.

You’re an idiot. You’re an idiot, and you never should’ve come with strangers to a barn in the middle of freaking nowhere, at night no less!

Kyungsoo leans back down to look at you in the backseat. “You’re not coming out of there, are you?”

“I am most certainly not going into that barn,” you indicate towards the giant, ominous building with your head.

Kyungsoo looks at the barn for a moment, then looks back at you and shrugs his shoulders. “Alright. Then, let’s talk out here.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to see if he’s playing any games. His companions stay off to the side – wisely giving you your space – and you think about your next move.

You’re already out here, and it’s not like refusing to get out of the vehicle is going to stop them if they really plan on hurting you. There are four of them, and they could easily subdue you if need be. If you’re out of the car, you at least have a small chance of running away.

“For fuck sakes, Y/N. We’re not going to kidnap you. We’re not going to hurt you. We literally just want to talk to you without prying eyes,” Kyungsoo raises his voice in frustration as he moves away from the door.

“Fine! Fine.” You take a deep breath and scooch to the end of the seat. “I’ll get out of the car.”

A relieved look crosses Kyungsoo’s face once you tell him you’ll get out, and it makes your curiosity grow that much more. Why is this so important to him? Why do any of them care if you listen to what they say or not?

Placing your hand on the armrest of the door, you push yourself off the seat and stand up. You carefully eye each man until you’re satisfied they’re not going to ambush you or something. Then, you glance at the land around you.

Empty fields stretch out for as far as you can see, only to be broken up by lines of trees every so often. Your eyes adjust to the moonlight, and when you look up at the giant barn, it appears just the tiniest bit less terrifying. You still have zero plans of going in there, though.

“So, what’s so secretive and important that you had to drive me all the way out here to tell me?”

A look of hesitancy crosses Kyungsoo’s face like he didn’t think he’d actually get this far, and now he doesn’t know what to say. He looks back toward his friends for assistance, but all they do is stare at him and offer zero help. You see Kyungsoo roll his eyes, and the moment slightly softens your fear. They barely even know what the heck is going on.

“We brought you here because…” he pauses to carefully think over his next words. “We’re the ones who made that storm.”

You meet his stare for a long, quiet moment as you take in what he’s saying. They made the storm. They made the storm… The storm back in town with the weird-ass lightning, freak wind, and painful rain? Do they expect you to believe that they’re the ones who did that?

A laugh starts to bubble from your lips, and it soon turns into you loudly laughing and slapping your hand over your mouth when you see the looks on their faces. You can see the irritation and embarrassment clearly as they watch you attempt to not laugh at their claim. They’re crazy. They must be – or else you were right in one of your earlier guesses, and this is a prank.

“Right… You made a storm. Okay,” you sarcastically say as you try to wipe the smile off your face in case they actually are crazy. “Great joke, guys. Although, I don’t know why you had to drive all the way out here to tell it.”

Kyungsoo’s expression falls flat. “I’m not joking.”

You keep your face blank as you go along with whatever this is. “Then, prove it.”

From Kyungsoo’s side, you see the man named Sehun raise his right arm. All he does is twirl his fingers in the air, and a soft wind picks up. You’re unimpressed, assuming that he knew there would be wind, or maybe there’s been wind all along, and you just haven’t been paying attention.

The wind grows stronger with each passing second, and soon your hair is whipping into your face, but you don’t get long to think about it. A streak of lightning flashes across the sky, and you look up to see lightning arcs brightening up the sky and everything around you. You look down at the men to see which one is claiming to do it, but when you see Jongdae staring carefully up at the sky with his fist balled up at his side, trepidation starts within you.

When Junmyeon steps forward and begins moving his hands in a weird motion, you watch him carefully. He meets your stare as little raindrops begin to splash around you. You assume it’s a fluke, but then you see Junmyeon twist his hand harshly, and a sudden downpour starts. Miraculously though, you’re completely dry. It’s like the rain is avoiding you, and you notice avoiding the other men as well, but slamming against everything else.

Suddenly, it all stops almost as soon as it started, and you look at each man, noticing their odd hand movements have stopped. They each look at you as they wait for you to say something, but you don’t know what the heck to say. You can barely understand what’s even happening.

You clear your throat, trying to find your voice. “Freak storm. That’s what that was.”

Sehun scoffs at you while the other two either shake their head or look elsewhere. Kyungsoo carefully meets your stare, like he can’t believe you don’t believe they’re the ones who just did that before sighing.

You watch as he puts his hands out in front of himself, and then you feel something moving under your feet. You look down at the ground to see what you’re stepping on, but all you see is the earth shaking below you. Grabbing onto the vehicle behind you for balance, your eyes flash up to Kyungsoo, but his are still focused on the ground.

The tremors grow nearly violent before they suddenly stop, and he looks up at you, waiting for you to deny it now. How could you, though? Did you even get earthquakes here? You’ve never felt one, so it couldn’t be a normal occurrence. Also, how would it start and stop in perfect tune with Kyungsoo? Could they be telling the truth? Were they capable of doing such things?

Finally, logic clicks into place, chasing away the absurd claims. Of course, they couldn’t. This had to be the result of a streak of lightning hitting the ground close by or something, or maybe you did have an earthquake, and you have just been ignorant to them in the past. Yeah, one of those explains it.

Movement by the barn catches your attention, and you see a man that you hadn’t noticed leaning against the barn door begin to walk toward you. Before you can say anything or even ask who he is, he throws his arm out towards you, and a giant wall of fire erupts off to your side.

You shriek as you move away from the massive inferno and watch it with wide eyes. Over the roar of the fire, you hear one of the men – Junmyeon, you think – say the name Chanyeol in exasperation, but your eyes stay glued to the orange and yellow flames licking the air next to you. Ignoring their voices, you try to make sense of the ten-foot wall of fire staying perfectly in place, but absolutely no explanation comes to mind. This broke the laws of physics. It isn’t possible, yet you’re witnessing it with your own eyes.

Fear begins to prickle at your skin as you try to figure out what this means. How are they able to have control over the elements like this? Your brain scrambles to find a logical explanation, but it fails miserably. All you can do is stare at the wall of flames next to you until it dies down and eventually disappears.

It’s silent as they wait for you to say something, but your eyes are still glued to the spot where the fire was. The ground is charred in a perfect line following the path of the fire, and any chance you had at denying it happened is gone as well.

Slowly, you look at the group of men who patiently wait for your response. Each face holds a different expression: cockiness, indifference, anxiousness, worry, and acceptance. You blink a couple of times before your eyes seek out Kyungsoo. The only one you knew before all of this, and the only one you had even an inkling of trust in.

He looks at you with pity as he lets you process everything that’s happening and waits to speak until he feels like it’s the right time.

“We can do things like this because we’re witches.”

Feeling shellshocked from the myriad of weather you just experienced, you feel the weight of his words, but your brain is struggling to keep up.

Witches. They’re claiming to be witches. You’d laugh, but you didn’t have the energy. Instead, you meekly ask, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re one too.”

It’s silent for a moment as they wait for your response, but his words finally break through the spell that was weaved on you, and you scoff. “Yeah, right. I’m not a witch.”

All you want to do is laugh in disbelief at the ridiculousness of it all. You didn’t believe in things like that. Sure, you just witnessed something odd and unexplainable, and if they want to be witches that’s fine, but you’re not a witch. You’re a normal human being without an ounce of magical powers.

“If you would just – “

“No,” you loudly interrupt Kyungsoo. “You’re wrong or delusional, I don’t know which, but I’m not what you’re claiming I am. I don’t have magic. I can’t do the things you guys are claiming you can do, and it was clearly a mistake for me to come out here with you.”

As Kyungsoo opens his mouth to argue with you, all you want to do is escape. Unfortunately, your only ride was thanks to them, and you have no other vehicle here, so you do the next best thing.

You turn away from them and run down the gravel driveway toward the road. You hear a couple of them shouting after you, but that only pushes you harder to escape. You don’t want to be near them. You don’t want to hear any other crazy shit they have to say.

The only thing you need is to get away from these weirdos. You don’t care in the slightest if you’re in the middle of nowhere or if you have to run through some empty fields at night. If it gets you away from them and closer to safety, then you’re all about it.

Putting a little more power in your step, you try not to slip on any stones as you run, and you feel relief when the gravel drive finally meets the paved blacktop of the road. It becomes easier to run, and your worry of slipping and busting your ass on the ground slims.

You can’t tell how long you run for. It feels like hours, but it’s probably only minutes. Running never was your strong suit, so you’re impressed you’ve gone this far without slowing down. Although, that may have more to do with the fear of being caught than anything else.

The sound of a motor catches your attention, and you look around to see headlights coming up behind you, back from where the barn is. You don’t slow down as the vehicle approaches. You even go as far as to avoid looking at the driver as they slow down to your pace and drive alongside you. You assume it’s one of those crazy “witches”. However, the voice that greets you doesn’t sound familiar at all.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you glance over to see a strange male. He looks to be around your age, and he watches you with kind and worried eyes as you run along the side of the road.

“It’s not safe to run on the road at night!”

“Yeah, well, it’s not safe to talk to strangers, either. Yet here we are!” You breathlessly shout back to him before glancing over to see a dimpled grin grace the man’s face as he lets out a “touché”.

You’re not stupid. You know that this man is one of them. He came from that direction, and as far as you can tell, there isn’t much else out here. A part of you is surprised that it’s not Kyungsoo, but they must’ve thought this guy would have a better chance than the rest of them.

“Would you like a ride home?” He asks once you don’t bother to try and speak again.

“Didn’t we just say something about not talking to strangers? I certainly think that applies to getting into cars with them as well.”

Most of your words are a joke because you know there’s no real way for you to get back to town on your own. You couldn’t walk back. You’d be out here until tomorrow morning if you did. While, normally, you’d be a lot more cautious about strangers, you feel like you’ve been hit with sensory overload to the point that you just don’t care. Maybe it was the people following you. Maybe it was the guy who made an entire wall of fire. Who knows?

With a sigh, you come to a stop, and he quickly follows suit. You wander around the front of the black car and find the passenger side door already unlocked for you. Dropping in the seat, you don’t even bother to put on your seatbelt. It’s the least of your worries right now.

“I’m Yixing, by the way,” he casually states as he throws the vehicle back in drive and continues down the road.

You introduce yourself almost immediately like his calming voice coaxes a response out of you. Your lack of fear or worry causes you to side-eye him and wonder what his power is. All you feel is peace and a sense of safety, which partially freaks you out. Does he have the ability to affect your emotions or something?

“Can I ask?” You look at him after you feel like you can no longer hold it in.

He only smiles at your question. “Ask what?”

“What your power is?”

Nodding his head, he says, “I’m, basically, a healer.”

When he doesn’t clarify further, you ask, “You mean you don’t have control over an element like the others?”

“There’s more types of magic out there than just elemental. You just happened to only stay long enough to meet those four.”

His words aren’t harsh or accusing by any means, but you feel like you have to defend yourself for some reason. “It’s a lot to spring on someone who doesn’t believe it even exists.”

He hums in acknowledgment, and the car falls silent for the rest of the trip, besides you giving him directions. He doesn’t push you to talk about it, and you don’t make any moves to ask about it. If anything, you’re grateful for his silence.

When you finally get back to your apartment, you attempt to process the day as you finally pull on your pajamas. You don’t believe in magic, but what you saw today made it hard to deny. You didn’t imagine a sudden earthquake or a nearly ten-foot wall of fire. There is no way they could’ve slipped you a hallucinogenic either, so you couldn’t blame it on them drugging you.

Nope. What you saw today had to be magic, right? There was no other explanation – no matter how hard you grasped at straws.

Accepting magic existed would just open an entire other can of worms that you aren’t ready for. You can hear your grandparents rolling in their graves at you even entertaining the idea of magic. While your parents didn’t really care and told you magic didn’t exist, your grandparents were a different story.

You can still hear their voices now saying how “evil” it was and how only “devil worshippers” messed with that sort of thing. You recall how against it they were as you grew up. The one time your grandma caught you watching a supernatural show, and she turned off the tv and took the remote with her, or the time your grandpa caught you reading a fantasy book. He ripped it out of your hands and threw it into the fireplace in the living room – library be damned.

It was always weird to you how against it they were, and after tonight, you wonder if it’s because they knew something you don’t. Curiosity getting the better of you, you move into the middle of the living room and put your hands out in front of you like you saw the others do. When nothing happens, you attempt to think of the powers the others have and focus on them specifically, but you still get nothing.

Dropping your arms to your side, you confirm your original thoughts. You’re not magical, and nobody is out to get you.

Kyungsoo’s POV

When they discovered it was you that was being targeted, Kyungsoo wasn’t too sure about it. You didn’t seem magical, or like you had any idea that this world even existed.

The only thing that changed his mind was the group of people following you and hanging outside of the greenhouse. They had been there when he left earlier and were still there when he came back at closing. With you being the only one still there, that made his other options disappear.

Clearly, he’s correct in his assumption about you being ignorant of this world. When they showed you their magic, you looked confused, terrified, and had disbelief written all over your features. When they told you that you are a witch, it was obvious you thought they were all bat-shit insane.

You took off running into the night like a fucking idiot after – frustrating some of the coven. The others said you just needed some time to come to terms with it, which he could understand if they had any of it.

Yixing went after you to keep you safe. The added benefit of his healing aura would calm you and hopefully help you accept the truth soon – because you’re in this for life now, and another war will be coming.

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HELLO NEIGHBOR ; KJM

kim junmyeon x fem! reader

the night when you’re running late for a blind date, your shower breaks. frazzled, you run across the hall to your neighbor’s apartment, begging him to use his shower. his acceptance leads the both of you down a path you never expected from a neighbor.

genre: non-idol au! neighbors to lovers, fluff word count: 4.4k warnings: strong language, a really really rude date, some misogynistic comments (during the date), suggestive stuff towards the end (just making out n innuendo hehe)

author’s note: i started this in may and it really took me 5 months to finish it im so sorry agh i love being busy all summer and also during the semester🤪anyways enjoy <3 shoutout to my favorite forever @dandaelions for beta reading this mess i lov u sm💞💞💞 also tagging @kyungseokie hi here it is (: <3

You slam your laptop shut and practically yank your earbuds out of your ears. This meeting ran on a little longer than you expected and now you were worried you were going to be late for your date. A friend of yours decided to set you up on a blind date after lamenting about your ‘need to socialize.’

She basically begged you to do so, claiming your date, her coworker, was “grumpy but had a heart of gold.” You had argued with her, telling her it was fine and you didn’t need to go out on a date with a random person. You did trust her judgment, but he was still a complete stranger.“

You’re practically drowning in your work!” or “You need to go out more!” she’d tell you. After wearing you down for about a week straight, you had caved and agreed to go. She must have given him your phone number before asking because he had texted you as soon as you said yes.

You were not looking forward to the date, but you still wanted to get there on time as not to give off a bad impression. Thankfully you already had an outfit laid out, you just needed to hop in the shower quickly before getting dressed.

Stripping out of your clothes, you turn the knob of the shower, expecting cold water to rain down on you. However, nothing happens. Confused, you turn the knob all the way left and listen for the water but again, nothing happens. Frantically, you run back to your bedroom and call the apartment’s handyman.

“Tony? Hi. My shower isn’t working.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The water isn’t turning on. Can you come to fix it?”

“Oh, shit. I can’t come now, sorry. I can fix it tomorrow?”

“You can’t come now? It’s kind of an emergency.”

“My son just got home and there’s no one to watch him. Maybe try and ask a neighbor or someone to use theirs?”

“I...” You grimace, not really wanting to speak to someone else at the moment. “Okay. Sorry for bothering you.”

“That’s alright. See you tomorrow.” You hang up the phone, breathing heavily and placing your hands on the sides of your head.

“Okay,” you mutter to yourself. “I know literally nobody in this complex and I have a date in forty-five minutes. This is wonderful. This is great.” After moments of deliberation, you wrap a towel around yourself, grab your essentials and leave your apartment, looking for a door to knock on. Remembering that your neighbors on your left and right are not the greatest people, you go to knock on the door of the person across from you.

Your heartbeat increases as you hear the person unlock the door and open it. You come face to face with a man who looks to be around your age. He’s about average height, a bit lean and ‘a lot’ handsome. “Can I help you?”

“Hi. I know this is kind of outlandish to ask, but can I use your shower?” You ask, panting. He raises an eyebrow as you fall silent. “Uh, mine broke and it won’t be fixed till tomorrow and I’m in kind of a rush.” The silence only grows louder as you freeze up, trying not to show him you’re nervous.

“Um-”

“I know I sound crazy and I promise I’ll never bother you again, I live right across from you-”

“No, you don’t sound crazy, it’s okay. You can use my shower.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, it’s not a problem.” You sigh in relief as the man leads you to his bathroom. He instructs you quickly on how to turn the water on and leaves you be.

You finish your shower fairly quickly, making sure to clean up any mess you left. You curse yourself for not bringing your change of clothes but shrug it off. The man is sitting on his couch when you leave the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” He asks, standing from his spot.

“Yeah, thank you so much. I totally owe you one.”

“No, it’s okay!”

“Shush, I insist. D’you wanna grab some coffee some time this week?”

“Sure, let me give you my number,” He grabs a sticky note from his coffee table and scribbles something on it, handing it to you when he finishes. “I’m Junmyeon by the way.” You give him your name and take the note from him, promising to text him when you could. You thank him again (and again) as you run out of his apartment and back to yours.

You already accept you’re going to be late as soon as the bus arrives at the stop. Sighing, you quickly text your date saying you will be there soon, apologizing for your lateness. You do not receive a reply, which only increases your worry.

Thankfully the bus stop is about a block from the restaurant you were meeting your date at. You rush over as quickly as you could, going inside and looking for your date. Luckily, you spot him fairly quickly.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” You say after introducing yourself. He harrumphs, gesturing for you to sit down. A waiter comes around and places a glass of water in front of you while refilling your date’s glass. You could barely get a sip of water in when he asks you:

“Why were you late? I was waiting here for fucking fifteen or so minutes. I was gonna dip if you didn’t show up.”

You’re shocked at his tone. “Well, I texted you when I was on the bus and you didn’t reply so I thought you at least read it.”

“I left my phone at home.”

“Oh, okay. I didn’t know that.”

“Well, know next time.”

“Excuse m-” You’re cut off by your waiter coming back, asking for your orders. You tell him that you haven’t gotten the chance to find something, which earns an obnoxious groan from your date. Startled, you silently apologize to the waiter as you skim the menu for something quick and cheap. You settle with ordering a house salad while he orders a flank steak.

Small talk is thankfully minimal other than speaking a bit about your friend (how your date met them, how he gets along with them, et cetera). You notice he had some... interesting table habits when your food finally arrives. The last thing you want to see is a mush of steak and fries in his mouth while he (rudely) asks the waiter for a refill. You try your best to look down and focus on eating, especially when you feel him staring at your cleavage.

Thankfully you both finish your meals rather quickly. You flag down the waiter, asking, nay, begging him for the check. It arrives in a timely manner, with your date snatching it from you with greasy fingers.

“Why’d you get something cheap? Did you think I was paying?” He gruffly asks while he reads the check.

“What? No I didn’t. I’ll just ask for separate checks.” You reply, trying

“Typical females, always expecting men to pay for their meals.” You resist the urge to slap your date in the face after hearing him say this.

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” You say. “We’re splitting the check.” You tell the waiter. He nods, walking away from the table.

“Y’know, if you want women to be so equal to us men, you should pay for me.”

You’re taken aback. Trying not to raise your voice, you say: “Dude, I barely know you. So that’s an automatic no. Second, you’ve been nothing but rude and frankly disgusting this whole time. I’m not stupid, I saw you looking at my boobs.”

“Nah, it wasn’t like that.”

“Is everything okay?” You look to see the waiter has returned, this time holding two checks in his hand.

“Quite peachy,” You say, plastering a fake grin on your face. You hand him a wad of cash and stand to leave. “Keep the change.”

After leaving the restaurant, you begin to walk to the bus stop, checking the bus time on your phone in the process.

“Wait!” You hear your date call out. You turn to face him, wondering what could he want after ruining the entire night. The positive side of you wondered and hoped he’d come to his senses and apologize.

“Can you drive me home?”

Of course not.

“Excuse me? I...” You take a deep breath to help you keep your composure. “I took the bus. Either take the bus as well or get a damn cab.”

When you get home, you send your friend a quick text before shutting your phone down for the night, absolutely done with everything.

you: worst date ever. thanks.

You weren’t sure why waking up to see a text from Junmyeon filled you with butterflies, but after the disaster that was last night, you didn’t care enough to think further. All you wanted was a kind presence by you. You agree to walk to the coffee shop together around 8 AM. You both have a little bit of free time, so why not?

He’s waiting by his door when you exit your apartment. You give him a warm smile as you lock your door, which he returns instantly. “Ready to go?” he asks. You nod, and you begin to walk toward the elevator.

The coffee shop is a local place a few blocks from your apartment. You don’t go often, only if you have to go somewhere in the morning. Junmyeon, on the other hand, tells you he’s in there so often that the employees know his order verbatim.

He’s proven correct as soon as you enter the shop, with one of the employees greeting him and immediately beginning to make his drink. “Morning, Junmyeon! Who’s your friend?” You giggle when you notice he’s blushing.

“Oh, it’s not like that. We’re neighbors, and I’m gonna pay for his drink.” You reply.

“Wait, it’s alright, you don’t have to!” Junmyeon insists.

“I told you, I owe you.”

“Oh, alright.” You smirk at your small victory before going to the counter and ordering your own drink. The baristas place both of your drinks on the counter as soon as you finish paying. You take them and bring them to the table where Junmyeon is sitting.

“Thanks for paying, I appreciate it.” he says after you hand him his drink.

“No problem! Thanks again for letting me use your shower.”

It’s silent for a bit with you and Junmyeon silently sipping on your drinks. He eventually asks you how last night went, to which you silently groan, warning in advance about how awful a night it was.

“And this man literally has the audacity to ask me to drive him home after the absolute shit show our date was. A, I don’t have a car. And B, I wouldn’t drive that asshole home if he paid me a million dollars. Moral of the story, I’m never letting my friends set me up ever again.”

“Gosh, that sounds terrible, I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Junmyeon places his hand over yours for a beat, causing your face to heat up. He takes it away quickly, but his touch lingers on your hand for a while.

“It’s alright, I’m just glad it’s over. Plus, we wouldn’t have met if it wasn’t for him.” You smile, giving a thumbs up sign.

“Yes, you’re right!” He returns your smile which makes your heart skip a beat.

The morning finishes with Junmyeon telling you about his worst blind date. He figured that it would make you feel a bit better about yours, and right he was. Ghosting, showing up two hours late and awful sex were only the tip of the iceberg.

“The moral of both our stories is never to let our friends set us up.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” You say, tapping your cup to his. Your phone vibrates with a reminder. “Ugh, I’ve got a meeting in a half hour, so I gotta go back home. I wish I could stay longer!”

“Oh, okay. That’s fine, I, um, have to go get groceries anyway. I had a great time though!”

“Same here, we should totally do it again.”

You and Junmyeon walk to the entrance of your apartment building and share goodbyes before parting ways. You wave solemnly as you watch him walk to the parking garage. As soon as he’s out of sight you enter your apartment building.

Somehow the only thing on your mind was Junmyeon. You were supposed to be paying attention to what your manager was saying during the virtual meeting, but you simply could not help your wandering mind. Junmyeon’s smile, his laugh, the way he would get flustered talking about certain parts of his date, it was hard to think he was anything but cute.

You had to be called back to reality a few times as the meeting continued but you didn’t really care at that point. You say your goodbyes to your coworkers, making a mental note to ask one of them to tell you if anything important was said during the meeting.

With your work basically done for the day, you close your laptop and leave your room to get a quick snack. You pass the front door of your apartment on the way to the kitchen, eyes lingering on the peephole as you grab something from your pantry.

You wonder if Junmyeon returned from his errands. Grocery shopping doesn’t usually take that long, and it’s only been two hours since you parted with him. Deciding to go with your heart, you walk to your door and look through the peephole.

Lo and behold, there he was, trying to unlock his door with three overflowing bags of groceries in his arms. You thank some omniscient being out there before slowly opening the door to your apartment.

You tried to act casual when you locked eyes with him. “Need any help?” You say, hiding a smile of amusement.

“Well hello to you too,” He replies, a joking tone lacing his voice. A tone that somehow made your stomach fill up with butterflies. “Um, I do need help, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, whatever you need.”

He places the bags on the floor and quickly unlocks his apartment. “Can you bring these in for me? I need to run back out and get a couple more bags.” You nod. He thanks you quickly before running back to the elevator.

You place the groceries on Junmyeon’s dining room table, carefully to ensure nothing broke or got damaged. You see that he hasn’t come back yet, so you decide to walk around his place a bit.

It’s quite typical-looking for a man who (presumably) lived on his own. At least, you told yourself he lived on his own. You were unsure why, but stuck to your feelings nonetheless.

It was pretty messy all over the apartment, but you were sure the space was more of an organized mess. Your apartment was in a similar state. You walk over to the living room area and look around, fixating your gaze on a shelf full of Star Wars action figures and assorted memorabilia. Of course someone this cute was a huge nerd. You loved it.

You hear the rustling of paper bags. Turning around, you see Junmyeon bringing in the last of his groceries “Oh! I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Oh, um, sorry. I... I stuck around to ask if I can help you put everything away. But I can leave if you want, sorry if I overstepped any boundaries!” You stutter, walking toward Junmyeon’s opened apartment door.

“No you didn’t, don’t worry about it! I can, um, put the stuff away myself but thanks for offering. And... um... for helping me bring the stuff in too.”

“Yeah! Um, I guess I’ll see you ‘round,” He nods, waving goodbye. You wave back and shut the door before rushing back to your own apartment.

Your face feels like it’s on fire when you lock your door, leaning back on it and sliding down to sit on the floor. What does he have to be so cute for? Why are his arms the most magnificent things you’ve laid your eyes on? Most importantly, why is he the sweetest human being on the planet? And why were you so fixated on him?

“Is this... Is this a crush?” You ask yourself. You turn around and look at the peeling paint on your door, imagining what went on behind your door and inside the apartment across from you. He’s probably putting his stuff away being all cute and sexy and...

Sexy?

“Fuck, it is a crush.”

The next month or so passes with some pretty limited Junmyeon interactions. Said interactions that only made your crush grow more and more with each one. All simple ones such as holding the elevator door for you or saying hello in the laundry room had you swooning and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Sometimes you think of what would happen if you were to theoretically tell him how you feel. Would it result in rejection? A years-long romance? You running back to your apartment and not leaving for the rest of your life? An endless world of possibilities.

But you wanted nothing to do with it.

As much as you wanted more (read: needed more), you were completely unsure if he even liked you back, if at all. While you couldn’t help but fall for the bare minimum, he was probably just being nice. Because that’s what he was.

The nicest, sweetest man you’ve met. Who likely didn’t reciprocate your crush. And that’s fine. Totally fine.

On one particular rainy fall night, you decided to go over to your friends’ apartment to hang out. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them last, so most of the evening was spent catching up with each other and the show you started last time you hung out.

The show and being around your friend was a good distraction from your qualms at first. However, a particular scene between two of the characters brought you right back to where you were.

“Is there a reason for them to be this damn cute?” Your friend whines as they point at the screen, where the characters were cuddling by the fireplace.

“Right? I need that with him so bad.” You reply, placing your hands on your face. Suddenly the episode is paused, causing you to turn to face your friend.

“Who’s ‘him?’“ They ask, an incredulous look on their face. You sputter, cursing yourself at your slip up. There wasn’t any reason for anyone to know about the crush you harbored on your neighbor, even if you had feared it was getting stronger when you wanted it to fizzle out of existence.

“Did I say ‘him?’ That was nothing. I meant I need that with my potential next partner, that’s all.” You say

“No, cut the shit. I know you,” Your friend gets closer to you, studying your expression. You avoid eye contact with them and feel your face heat up. “And you like someone! You gotta tell me who!”

“No one! Ever since that garbage date you set me up on, I’ve basically given up on love.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about that. He seemed a lot nicer when I’m at work and was really excited to meet you. I didn’t know he’d be a complete douche.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Plus it was a while ago, so I’m over it. But I am NOT crushing on anyone!”

“Fine! You’re not crushing on anyone,” Your friend scoots back to their spot on the couch and presses play on the remote.

Another romantic scene between the main characters starts to play, this time showing a montage of them on a date. You sigh, imagining yourself and Junmyeon in place of the characters.

You don’t notice your friend scoot next to you and nudge you with their elbow. They let out a dramatic sigh as they put their arm around you. “Don’t you wish that was you and him?”

“Yeah...” you hum. Your eyes widen when you realize what just happened. “I mean NO! I don’t! Who’s ‘him?’”

“IIII knew it! I fucking knew it! Who is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!” Your friend begs, shaking you back and forth.

“Okay fine! Stop shaking me,” You say, pushing your friend off of you. “It’s... it’s my across the hall neighbor. This cute guy, Junmyeon. Remember when I told you how my shower broke the night of the shit date? Well, I went across the hall to his apartment to ask him to use the shower.”

“You have a crush on shower guy? Stop that’s actually so cute.”

“There’s more. We exchanged numbers and we went out to coffee the next day. And I don’t know if it was then or when I helped him carry his groceries to his apartment but I have not. Stopped. Thinking. About. Him.”

Your friend squeals, wrapping their arms around you. “What fanfiction is this? Get him, get him!”

You laugh, shrugging them off of you. “That’s the thing. We haven’t really talked or texted other than if we run into each other in the hallway. And I doubt he likes me like that, I’m probably grasping at straws.”

“Don’t say that, if he doesn’t like you that’s on him. You’re a snack,” You nudge your friend in the side as you smile. “You should say something to him, though. Maybe ask the handyman to break his shower so he could use yours.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m not doing that.” You playfully shove your friend. They dramatically scream as their back hits the couch.

“Fine, that was a bit extreme. You should still try to ask him out. Even if it’s not a whole calculated operation or something.”

“I guess. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it! But... it’s a possibility.”

“Fair enough. Do keep me updated if you actually follow through.”

“Of course.”

A couple more days pass before you see Junmyeon again. You had just came back from running errands and were in the process of bringing your stuff back to your apartment when you saw him walking back to his apartment. “Hey, it’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah, nice to see you too.” You feel your face heat up in embarrassment when you place your bags down to unlock your apartment.

“Do you need any help bringing that stuff inside?”

It’s like a freaky instance of fate. Here you were, lamenting to your friend about your still-growing crush on Junmyeon with them encouraging you to say something to him. And then here he comes, two days later, asking you if you need help.

“Y-Yeah! If you don’t mind. I just need to get a couple more things from my friend’s car. Can you bring these inside and put them on that table over there?” He nods. You move past him to allow him to pick the bags up and bring them inside.

When you return to the parking garage, you’re grinning. Your friend is waiting by their car, rearranging their trunk

“What’s with that smile? Did you ask Junmyeon out yet?”

“No, not yet! But I’m gonna!” You squeal, hugging your friend. They return your enthusiasm tenfold hopping up and down with you.

“How, how, how? I need details!” They demand.

“I, uh, don’t exactly knwo yet. But he offered to help bring the rest of my stuff in and I said yes.” You explain. Their jaw drops.

“You took the golden opportunity! Is he in your apartment right now?”

“Probably! I don’t know!”

“Well, what are you doing still talking to me? Go get him tiger! I’ll see you later.”

“See you soon!”

Junmyeon is leaning against your doorframe when you come back. You take the time to fully take him in. He’s wearing a loose-fitting white tee with Spider Man pajama pants, which somehow is the cutest and sexiest outfit you’ve ever seen him in.

“Nice pants.” You compliment, handing him a smaller bag of yours. He thanks you, his face reddening as he follows you inside.

You place the rest of the bags by the table, mentally telling yourself to put them away later. “So, do you want a tour of the place? You don’t have to if you don’t want to! But yeah...”

“Sure, it’s only fair since you’ve been over by me and I haven’t seen yours yet.”

‘Cool, cool, cool. This is exactly how it’s gonna go.’ You think to yourself as you start to sweat a bit.

There is not a lot in your place, so the tour ends up lasting less than you think. You’re worried about missing your chance, but you assure yourself you’re gonna get it.

“And finally, here’s the bathroom. Where all, um, I don’t know. But the shower finally works! So if yours ever breaks you can come over and use mine.” You laugh awkwardly, already regretting what you said.

Junmyeon is simply staring at you, saying nothing. Your panic increases as you tell him: “I mean, never mind. That was weird, I’m so-”

Your words come to a stop when you feel Junmyeon grab your wrist. His eyes dart toward your lips as red tints his cheeks. Wait, he’s looking at your lips?

Before you can say anything, he pulls you closer to him until you’re mere millimeters apart. He gives you a look, wordlessly asking you if he could make a move. You give him the slightest head nod and before you can process what’s happening, his lips are on yours.

You swear you’re about to explode. Thoughts, feelings and questions orbit around you like a moon orbits a planet. He’s kissing you. He’s kissing you?

You can feel him pull away but you counteract, cupping his face with your hands as you kiss him back with more intensity. He just about snaps at that; he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg to wrap it around his waist.

You eventually have to pull away to catch your breath. You’re both looking into each other’s eyes, wanting, needing, craving more. Junmyeon turns to look at your shower as he bites down on his lower lip.

“You know, I think we should test it out. See if your shower really works.” He says.

“I told you, it’s working...” Your words stop when Junmyeon shoots you a wink. “Oh. Yeah, you’re right.”

Then you capture his lips with yours once more.

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cxsmicmyeon · 2 years

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WINE FOR YOU ; KJM

kim junmyeon x gn! reader

you and junmyeon took a trip to california for his birthday. to surprise him, you decided to bring him to a winery for tasting, purchasing and just all-around birthday fun.

genre: non-idol au! birthday fluff for the birthday boy hehe <3 word count: 846 warnings: alcohol consumption (just enough to be slightly tipsy), slight allusion to sexy times

author’s note: happiest of birthdays to the absolute love of my life, to my muse, to my husband, to my everything. i hope your birthday is nothing short of happy, healthy and spent with those you love. here’s to u turning 31 <3 here’s a little floofy bday drabble (based on this insta update) for all the bunnyzens to celebrate our man’s bday!! :D (ofc its winery centered my bad im like lowkey obsessed with this idea bye) (also don’t let the gif deceive u lol this is pure fluff) (and if there’s any discrepancies with the actual part w/ the wine tasting pls lmk i’ve never gone before so sorry if it’s inaccurate)

this is also for the birthday event for @suhosnet !!! <3 tysm for having this event i can’t wait to see all the content to celebrate his special day!!!! ((:

You wake to the feeling of someone’s strong arms wrapped around you. Shifting a bit, you raise your head to see Junmyeon lying beside you, still bare from last night. He’s still sleeping, snoring softly and unconsciously holding you tightly. He’s always so cute when sleeping, you think.

Sadly, duty calls and you go to wake him up. “Hey,” you whisper, shaking him slightly. He stirs and utters a soft groan while his eyes begin to flutter open. You give him a soft smile when he’s fully awake, which he easily returns.

“Morning.” he mumbles. You hum, brushing stray hairs from his face.

“You know what today is, right?”

“I do, darling, you reminded me so much last night-”

“Happy birthday baby!” You squeeze him, giggling softly while you kiss all over Junmyeon’s face. He returns your hug, cupping your cheek to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, again,” Junmyeon laughs when you pout. “I love you so much, I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“I love you too. Forever and always.”

Some time passes before you try to get out of bed. "Nooo, don’t go. Stay with me.” Junmyeon whines, trying to hold you closer to him.

“You’re coming too! Remember I told you about the surprise at 1?” You crawl out of bed, grabbing Junmyeon’s shirt from the floor and slipping it on.

“I do, but I also wanna cuddle all day.”

“Cute, but... we can cuddle after we come back. Trust me, you’re gonna love this.” You say, sitting back on the bed. Junmyeon takes your hands into his, giving you a smile that could rival sunshine.

“As much as I love you?”

“More.”

“Impossible.”

“Oh?”

“There’s nothing in the world I love more than you.”

“You’re so cheesy,” You giggle, pressing your forehead to his. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” Getting the hint, Junmyeon quickly got out of bed, picking you up bridal style and bringing you into the bathroom.

After going out to eat at a Vietnamese restaurant by the hotel, you called an Uber to take you and Junmyeon to the surprise location. It came in a relatively timely manner; the driver greeted you silently before beginning to drive.

“Close your eyes.” You say. Junmyeon looks at you incredulously.

“Why?”

“‘Cause. It’ll ruin the surprise,” Junmyeon shrugs and closes his eyes. “Say cheese!” You hold up your phone to snap a picture, to which your boyfriend poses (without opening his eyes). You giggle every time he changes poses, each of them getting sillier.

Eventually the car stops. You thank the driver, handing them a five dollar bill as you help Junmyeon out of the car. He hands them a twenty dollar bill, wishing them a good day. When the car drives away, you tell Junmyeon to open his eyes.

“Monticello Napa Valley?” Junmyeon questions, trying to hide his excitement.

“Monticello Napa Valley.” You’re immediately hugged tightly, Junmyeon giddily thanking you for taking him. You giggle and kiss him on the forehead.

You make your way over to a little table by the grape fields. “Hi, we’re here for the tasting.” You say to the worker sitting there. You give him your name when he asks, and he hands you and Junmyeon two vouchers, telling you to find the host of the event.

You were given a tour of part of the vineyard before officially beginning the tasting. While you were not too knowledgeable on the subject of wine, you loved to hear the host and Junmyeon chat about the different wines you were offered. You mostly wanted to go to see him happy (and for free wine samples, of course).

After the tasting was finished, you were free to walk around the vineyard for a bit. Naturally, the both of you were tipsy because of the wine, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying yourselves.

“Do you know how pretty you are? Because you are, and I love you.” Junmyeon murmurs, placing his hands around your waist. You feel yourself flush.

“Shut up, that’s literally you.” You giggle. He whines and kisses you on the cheek. You take his hands and twirl him around, causing him to go into a fit of laughter.

“Wheeee! My partner just spun me!”

“Did you get that drunk?”

“No, but I’m drunk off of your cuteness!” You groan light-heartedly at his line.

“You’re too cute.”

A little bit passed before you felt the buzz go away. You made sure to have a mini photoshoot in the vineyards and buying a couple of bottles of wine before finally leaving. You arrive back at the hotel and proceed to order room service and open the first bottle of wine.

The night ends with the two of you eating some birthday dessert (with an exclusive performance of Happy Birthday from you). You weren’t too sure what exactly you were eating, but it tasted sweet and delicious nonetheless. And as you were falling asleep, you heard Junmyeon say just how amazing his birthday was. And it was all because of you.

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cxsmicmyeon · 2 years

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FRIENDS HELP EACH OTHER OUT ; KJM [M]

best friend! kim junmyeon x fem! reader

you always spend friday nights at junmyeon’s, ordering food in and doing simply whatever. this particular night takes quite an interesting turn that leaves you breathless underneath him.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

genre: college au! just some good ol’ smut <3 wordcount: 1.9k warnings: strong language, talk about sex in general, lowkey pining, slight dry humping, oral (f. and m. receiving), slight hair pulling, junmyeon being a little teasing shit (and having the tables turned on him hehe) + general banter lol

author’s note: i love talking with @exosalt about jun it’s so fun <3 this was a dream i had as i was falling asleep a few nights ago and naturally i had to turn it into a little fic (: also stay tuned for an announcement soon (;

It was tradition. Every Friday night, you went over to your best friend, Junmyeon’s, house to hang out. It didn’t have to be elaborately planned; sometimes you’d watch something on Netflix or play video games, other times you’d talk about anything and everything until the sun rose. Tonight was one of those ‘talk about anything nights,’ much to your joy.

Lately, you were at a stage of thinking about your ex-partners. Not in the sense of missing them, God no. More in the sense of “Wow, they did not please me at all.” Somehow, the topic of sexual experience got brought up and you ended up lamenting to Junmyeon about your lack of.

“You’ve never gotten head? How?” Junmyeon exclaims while taking another bite of his dinner.

“Well, never gotten proper head. You gotta remember this dude only cared about getting himself off. I’m pretty sure the longest he was down there was ten seconds, max.” You reply, rolling your eyes at the memory.

“TEN SECONDS? You’re lying, no way it was that short.”

“Nope, it’s true. That guy didn’t even touch me or get me off, you shouldn’t be surprised.”

Junmyeon scoffs. “That’s not fair at all, Jesus.”

“Don’t need to tell me that.”

You stand, taking your empty takeout containers to Junmyeon’s kitchen. He follows you, putting his leftovers in the fridge while you put your containers into the recycling bin.

“You know, I can change that.” You turn around, looking at a blushing Junmyeon. He had a smirk on his face, trying to hide any nerves he had.

“Change what?” You ask. He walks you back to the couch and sits you down.

“I can go down on you.”

You gasp, coughing loudly in pure surprise. “W-what?” You sputter, trying to hide your flustered face.

“Come on, you’re here complaining about how you haven’t gotten head and I can give you that. Really good... that, mind you.”

“Really. You, good at... that?”

“Never gotten a bad review.”

You feel your cheeks grow hotter, the image of Junmyeon in between your legs blooming in your mind. “Um, are you sure? You don’t have to. I was just complaining, no biggie.”

But it was kind of a big deal. You’d be lying if you didn’t want to get some at that moment. Or at any given moment, honestly. And you’d especially be lying if you said you didn’t think about Junmyeon’s mouth and tongue. Thinking about how every time you saw his tongue dart from his mouth and lick his lips, you’d wonder how it would feel on you.

He’s your best friend though. Friends aren’t supposed to think about each other like that, right?

“If you’re not comfortable, then we don’t have to do anything. But just know, my offer still stands and you can get it whenever. Say the word and I got you.” Junmyeon says, placing a hand on your thigh. This touch felt different than other times he’d done so. It made your body feel like it was on fire in an oh-so intoxicating way. Pushing all doubts aside, you accept his offer.

“Wait, um, I know we didn’t talk about this before but... can we make out for a bit before? It helps... y’know.” You mumble, clenching your thighs together.

“Of course.” Junmyeon moves closer to you and cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes instinctively as you feel his lips brush against yours. He rubs your cheek a few times before finally closing the gap between you.

You thought his lips were genuine perfection, to put it lightly. You were not expecting your best friend to be as good of a kisser as he is, but here you were. He lifted you onto his lap, spreading your legs so you were straddling him. As the kiss grew more and more heated, you felt yourself indistinctly grinding down on his crotch.

Junmyeon breaks the kiss first, allowing both of you to catch your breath. You look at him for a moment, seeing he was just as flushed as you were. “Wow.” you murmur, looking down at your hands.

“Yeah... that was great,” You bury your face in Junmyeon’s shoulder at his praise. “I can see why that helped you out, too.” You look down, seeing a small wet spot on his jeans where your crotch was.

“Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing.” You wail.

“What do you mean, that was so hot,” Junmyeon’s voice drops an octave. “Now I’m even more excited to taste you.” He kisses you softly before laying you down on the couch. You pull down your sweats and toss them aside. You go to remove your panties but Junmyeon places his hands at your hips.

“I’ll take care of this baby, don’t worry.” He hums, rubbing the wet spot in your underwear before sliding them down your legs. You look down to see him staring at your pussy.

“Oh shit, I didn’t trim, sorry if it’s-”

“Gorgeous.”

“Wait, what?”

“Beautiful. And all for me? You shouldn’t have.” Junmyeon runs a finger between your folds, lightly teasing your clit before bringing his finger to his lips. “Mmm, and so sweet too.”

“Oh gosh,” you whimper. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Better start planning your funeral, then.” And then he dives right in.

All of your thoughts become incoherent as soon as Junmyeon’s tongue makes contact with your cunt. He drapes one of your legs over the couch to bury himself closer, licking and sucking deeper and deeper inside you. Soft whines turn to loud, animalistic moans the more he devours you.

“Fucking hell, where do I get to leave a review- Shit!” Your back arches as Junmyeon wraps his lips around your sensitive clit, suckling the bud while inserting a finger inside you. He uses his other hand to spread your folds apart wider, thrusting his digit while licking any arousal that dare leak out of you.

Junmyeon is adoring this just as much as you are, no doubt about that. He loves hearing your sounds and being able to make you squirm. He loves the way your pubic hair tickles his face and how sweet you taste. He can’t deny that going down on you was making him a bit harder than he expected. Not that he was complaining, of course.

You moan as Junmyeon slips a second finger inside of you. He hums against your pussy, increasing his thrusts as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, Jun, I’m so close. Wanna cum on your face.” You moan, not realizing your slip-up.

“Fucking do it, sweetheart. Coat my face with your sweetness.” You swear, clenching your toes together as a wave of pure, electric euphoria washes over you. Your body spasms further while Junmyeon continues drinking your sweetness till you’re through.

You’re breathing heavily, still in shock from your orgasm. Never have you came this hard (and this much) from anyone. “Well, that was definitely more than ten seconds.”

Junmyeon chuckles softly as he presses a damp rag on your still sensitive pussy. Shit, he was cleaning you too? “How was it? Did I meet your expectations?”

“More like fucking exceeded them, Christ.” You sigh, moving to put your panties and sweatpants back on.

“Glad to add another 5-star review to my book.” You roll your eyes at your friend’s quip. You notice Junmyeon on the other side of the room, not-so-subtly clenching his thighs together. It’s obvious through his jeans that he may have enjoyed going down on you a little bit too much.

“Are you... y’know?” You ask, eyeing his bulge.

“Uh...” Jummyeon stutters, hiding his crotch with a nearby pillow. You laugh, dragging him closer to you on the couch.

“Lemme return the favor. I’ve been told my head game is exceptional as well.” You lean into his neck, placing a light kiss on his reddening skin. He sputters, pressing the pillow further into his jeans.

“I... I mean...”

“What were you planning to do? Run off to your room to jack off?”

“I would have waited till you left!”

“That’s even worse!” You take the pillow from him and toss it aside, looking into his eyes. “Come on, let me return the favor. Say the word and I got you.”

Junmyeon takes a long breath. He was no stranger to thinking about you, either. Sometimes he’d picture you whenever he hooked up with strangers from dating apps, wondering how your lips would look around his cock. Taking your hands, he gave you his word. “Yes.”

You grin, going to kiss him again. Your hands quickly move down south, palming his bulge as you stick your tongue in his mouth. He moans into the kiss, grabbing and squeezing your ass. Fuck, you were gonna get wet again if he continued touching you like that.

Junmyeon’s jeans and boxers are quickly discarded, leaving you with the sight of his cock. His red, leaking, hard, big cock.

“Christ, this is what you’ve been hiding all this time?” You hum, wrapping a hand around his base. He hisses as you begin to pump him to full hardness. He hands you a pillow for your knees while you settle down on the floor. You play around with his bush for a bit before wrapping your lips around his tip.

Junmyeon whimpers when you start to take more of him in. You hollow your cheeks around him, tracing patterns over his shaft with your tongue. You wrap your hand around the part that can’t fit in your mouth, pumping with the pace of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop.” Junmyeon grunts, fisting handfuls of your hair. You moan when he tugs, gagging slightly when the tip of his cock brushes your throat. His hips snap up unintentionally when you start bobbing your head up and down. You move your hand down to massage his balls, earning another whimper from him.

Junmyeon’s moans were like music to your ears. You couldn’t help but reach inside your shorts and run a finger through your slick. There was something about sucking dick (Junmyeon’s especially) that got you going. Being able to hear his moans, feel his hair tickle your face, and generally being able to have him in your mouth and make him feel as if he was in heaven.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” Junmyeon groans. You hum around him as he shoots his load in your mouth. You swallow eagerly as he cups your face, pulling you off him and wiping any spare drops from your mouth.

“So, how was it?” You ask, your previous shyness returning. Junmyeon pulls up his boxers, helping you back onto the couch.

“Now it’s my turn to leave a 5-star-review. Christ, your mouth is like magic.”

“Yours too,” You giggle, leaning close to him. “Um, thanks. Y’know, for earlier.”

“Anytime. If you ever wanna, y’know, we can.”

“Yeah.”

The night ends in silence. It’s a tad tense as you gather your things and go to leave. Your usual hug goodbye is awkward and not filled with any of the normal warmth and comfort.

Was it a bad idea to have your best friend go down on you? And even worse for you to return the favor? Were things ever going to be the same with you? Or is this only a one time thing you will forever think of during your private time for nights to come?

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cxsmicmyeon · 2 years

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FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIRL ; KJM [M]

kim junmyeon x fem! reader

the best birthday gift of all is coming home to your sexy husband in one of your favorite outfits of his, ready to make you feel good tonight.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

genre: non-idol au! birthday smut for the birthday girl (meeee) with a soft ending as per usual <3 wordcount: 1.4k warnings: striptease, breast play, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f), cum eating

author’s note: happy birthday to meeeee!!! here’s sexy junmyeon being sexy and ruining me for the 80000th time and also being very sexy <3 also don’t judge me about the song choice okay it’s fitting

There was always something peaceful about the bus ride back home. Maybe it was the lack of people, maybe it was the opportunity to watch the sun paint the sky multitudes of hues as it set for the day. Whichever it was, it always brought you comfort after a long day.

You feel yourself start to drift off before you get startled awake by a vibration. Looking down at your phone, you start to smile softly at your husband’s contact name on a message notification.

jun🐇❤: how was your day birthday girl?😚❤ you: it was slow as usual, but i’m omw home now☺ you: i missed u all day😔❤ jun🐇❤: don’t worry baby❤when u get home, be ready for your final gift😉❤ you: oh? jun🐇❤: [attachment: 1 image] jun🐇❤:😉😉😉

You open the attachment, cocking a brow in confusion at what it was. It looked like silk sheets, but it was attached to his arm like a shirt? You gasp softly as realization hits you.

you: is that what i think it is? you: is that... the /shirt/ ??? jun🐇❤: maybe😏 jun🐇❤: you’ll see when you get home princess😚

You place a hand over your (already covered) mouth, sighing at your husband’s teasing. Excitement was already building up inside of you, occupying your mind so much that you almost miss your stop. You thank the bus driver in a haste, getting off the bus and power walking back to your apartment complex.

You quickly kick off your shoes and dart toward your bedroom. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of your bed, scattered rose petals coloring the white sheets. But no Junmyeon in sight.

“Jun, honey? Where are you?” You say, trying to hide your excitement.

“I’m right here, birthday girl.”

You turn around, squeaking softly as you lay your eyes on your husband. Your guess was one hundred percent correct; Junmyeon wore your favorite silk shirt, a shirt he only saved for... special occasions. The tight leather pants he wore certainly went well with the shirt and did not leave anything to the imagination.

“Oh my God, Myeon,” you go to hug him but he stops you, pointing at a chair placed in the middle of the room. You grin, giddily running to sit as he taps a few times on his phone screen. Pillowtalk by Zayn Malik began playing out of the phone’s speakers, causing you to gasp softly.

Junmyeon began to slowly unbutton his shirt, subtly rolling his hips as his hands travelled lower and lower down his chest. You quickly cover your agape mouth, studying his every move. His thumbs ghost over the button of his pants before he moves his hands back up to take off the shirt entirely. You let out a squeal as his beautiful, bare, toned chest is finally revealed to you.

He shoots you a wink, tossing the shirt aside and turning around. All you can do is watch as Junmyeon starts swaying slowly, making note to wiggle his butt a bit (knowing how much you love it when he does so).

You clamp your hands together breathing heavily as you struggle to keep it together. The final straw is when Junmyeon turns back around, winks, thrusts his hips a few times and tears off his pants, leaving him in a pair of (a tad too tight) briefs. You stand from your seat and rush over to your husband, slamming your lips onto his. He quickly reciprocates, backing you up into the wall as he grabs a fistful of your hair.

Laying you down on the bed, Junmyeon begins to slowly unbutton your work shirt. With every button popped, he presses a kiss onto your skin. You let out a soft moan when his hands cup and squeeze your clothed breasts. “Gosh, I love your little moans, sweetheart.”

“Jun, take it off. Please.” You reply, squirming as he squeezes your breasts for a second time.

“As you wish, birthday girl.” Your bra and shirt are quickly removed and tossed aside before Junmyeon presses your breasts together. His mouth quickly attaches itself to your nipples, tongue tracing patterns all over. He buries his face in your tits, nibbling a hickey into your sternum while continuing to squeeze them.

You whine at the loss of contact when Junmyeon removes himself from your chest. “Ah ah ah, don’t worry love. The fun’s only beginning.” At that, you feel yourself shimmying out of your pencil skirt. Junmyeon’s finger trails down your body, leaving it feeling like it was on fire. He bends down at the end of the bed, locking eyes with your ruined panties.

“Jun...” you whine as he hooks his thumbs through your panty line and gazes up at you.

“Look at you all wet for me. Was that from the dance? Or me touching you?” Junmyeon teases, slowly beginning to tug your panties down your legs.

“You know damn well it was everything.” You say through gritted teeth. He smirks up at you, tossing your panties aside. He spreads your legs as far as they can go and licks his lips at the sight of his effect on you.

“You sure it’s not my birthday? This right here is the perfect gift for me,” Junmyeon chuckles, collecting some of your arousal on his finger and licking it off. You whine, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. “You want it that bad, hm? Well, your wish is my command.”

You practically scream out when he licks a slow, long, agonizing stripe up your slit. He moans, the vibration of his voice against your pussy causing you to clench around nothing. The tip of his nose presses against your clit while he absolutely devours you. You bring your hands down to his head, tangling his hair through your fingers as he brings you closer and closer.

“Myeon, I’m so close.” You cry, grinding yourself onto his face. He continues licking at you, sucking at you, even nibbling at you until you’re seeing stars, fucking stars. Your toes curl as your orgasm shoots through you like lightning.

But, he doesn’t stop. Your husband continues to eat you out and even opts to rub your ever so sensitive clit with his thumb. You’re surprised that you like the strange hurt feeling, it even got you going even more. The overstimulation is just enough to have your second orgasm of the night hitting you even more than the first.

Soon enough, Junmyeon removes himself from your pussy. You whine softly at the sight of him: his face shining with your arousal all over. He takes a finger and wipes it all off, making sure to smirk as he sucks the digit clean.

“I could eat your sweet pussy for hours.” Junmyeon sighs, helping you sit upright. You kiss him, your hands roaming all over his body. You feel his erection press against your stomach harder than ever.

“Oh, Jun. Is that all for me?” You tease, dipping your hand into his briefs. He inhales sharply as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You look up at him, biting your lip as you move your thumb around the tip. “Lemme ride you. Y’know, to return the favor.”

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” Junmyeon removes your hand and lays you down on the bed. He shimmies out of his briefs, his hard cock smacking against his abs. You hum in delight watching your husband grab a condom. “Lay back and let me take good care of you.”

“For the third time?”

“And forevermore.” Junmyeon kisses you softly before plunging right into you. You let out a soft moan, wrapping your arms around his back. He starts slow but quickly picks up the pace, making sure to take care of you before taking care of himself. You dig your nails into his back as he pounds into you, clenching down on his cock as both of your releases creep closer.

“Baby, are you close?” Junmyeon moans, holding you close to his chest. You nod, biting down on his collarbone as you cum for the third time that night. The sight of you and hearing your noises causes Junmyeon to groan loudly, spilling into the condom as he reaches his own peak.

You pull yourself off of your husband and lay next to him, breathing heavily as you come down from your high. Junmyeon stands, removing and disposing of the condom while you get up to go to the bathroom.

After finishing your business, you walk back into your bedroom. Junmyeon smiles, lifting the blanket for you as you climb into bed with him. You cuddle close to him, resting your head on his chest.

“Happy birthday baby, I love you so much.” Junmyeon says, kissing your head softly.

“I love you too. So so much.” You hum, smiling widely to yourself as you drift off into dreamland.

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PAINT ‘N SIP ; BBH

byun baekhyun x gn! reader

taking your boyfriend to his first paint ‘n sip night turns out to be a lot better then you could have imagined.

genre: non-idol au! fluffffff <3 word count: 1.2k warnings: none

author’s note: this month’s kyoongtube was pure fiction fodder i had to write a piece to accompany it🥺🥺i miss him sm why cant february come soon )):

The sound of a loud knock fills your silent apartment with noise. You shout a quick ‘I’m coming!’ while you grab your purse and your mask. You open the door to your grinning boyfriend dressed in a... unique outfit.

“Hey baby! Are you ready to go? I’m so excited.” Baekhyun says, kissing you quickly on the cheek.

“I’m ready, love. Uh, what are you wearing?” You stifle a giggle as you fully take in Baekhyun’s outfit. He’s wearing a black beret coupled with a brown sweater vest- something you could only see your friend Junmyeon wearing and something completely opposite from his typical comfortable streetwear style.

“I raided Junmyeon’s closet to look extra fancy tonight! Why, does it look bad?”

“Oh of course not, it looks great! I just didn’t expect you to dress like a grandpa.”

“You mean basically dressing like Junmyeon?” You both giggle at Baekhyun’s quip.

“Yes,” you say through laughter. “Although this look is kinda doing it for me.” You smirk, looking extra carefully at the beret in particular.

“Noted, I won’t give this back then.”

“Baekhyun!”

“Kidding! Let’s go.” Baekhyun holds his arm out for you as you close and lock the door.

Tonight was your good friend’s monthly Paint and Sip night. You always made an effort to attend both to support them as well as to improve your drawing and painting skills. This was the first time bringing Baekhyun and also the first time he would meet your friend. You were a bit nervous, considering how different their personalities were, but you hoped all would go well in the end.

You drag Baekhyun down some stairs to the entrance of your friend’s studio. The door is already open, allowing you and Baekhyun to walk inside. You immediately spot your friend, who is setting oil pastels onto the different mini tables. You call their name and wave, grinning excitedly.

“Well I’ll be. Early again?” You roll your eyes, pulling them into a hug.

“Of course, who would I be if I wasn’t early?” They laugh.

Baekhyun clears his throat. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” He grins.

“Oh, yes. This is my boyfriend, Baekhyun.”

Your friend introduces themself, shaking hands with Baekhyun. “Nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from this dumbass.”

“I would hope so,” Baekhyun jokes, putting his arm around you. You feel your face heat up and bury your face into Baekhyun’s shoulder. “This is actually my first time going to something like this, so I’m pretty excited.”

“Really! Well, I hope it’s a good experience. Wanna help me finish setting up?”

“Always.” You say.

Right as the three of you finish setting up, other people start to filter in. You greet them and introduce Baekhyun to some of the other regulars. Once all the seats are filled, the door closes and the lights dim.

“Greetings and welcome to our twenty-fifth Paint ‘N Sip night. If you’re new here, welcome! Thanks for coming. And if you’re returning, I’m so glad you’re back for more.” Your friend announces.

“Whoa, why’d the lights dim? Are we getting spicy?” Baekhyun whispers to you, snickering to himself. You smack him on the arm, holding a finger to your lips.

“Tonight’s theme is Sunset in Paradise. And tonight’s wine is a classic Cielo Pinot Noir, gifted to us by our lovely sponsor Cotton Winery. Sadly, Mr. Kim couldn’t join us, but we toast to him anyway,” Everyone raises their glasses. “Cent’anni!”

“Cent’anni!” You clink your glass with Baekhyun’s, smiling warmly at him. He grins back at you, clapping his hands softly before taking a sip.

After the toast, your friend begins to give instructions for the painting. You try your hardest to concentrate on your own work, but you can’t help but worry about Baekhyun. He’d sometimes complain about not being able to paint as well as you or your mutual friends. When you first brought Paint ‘N Sip up as a potential date idea, he was hesitant. He warmed up to the idea as the date got closer, but you still had some worry in the back of your mind.

You would purposely finish certain steps early to silently check in on Baekhyun. For the most part he appeared concentrated, barely stopping to take a sip of wine. You wanted to peek at his painting, but you knew your friend’s rule not to look at others’ paintings.

“What’cha doin’?” You jump, turning to face your friend.

“Oh! Nothing! I uh, I finished early, just waiting for the next step!” You lie, taking a sip of your wine.

“Babe, I say this with all the love in my heart: you’re not slick. I see you’re watching him. Why? He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“I,” You sigh, leaning in to whisper to your friend. “He wasn’t too happy when I first brought up coming tonight. He would complain about how his art skills ‘aren’t as good as mine,’ and I didn’t want his confidence to get shattered.”

“Did you force him to go?”

“Of course not! He actually was excited to come when he picked me up-”

“Then try not to worry too much. If his hesitation lessened, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” You nod, turning back to your painting as your friend announces the next step.

After the final instruction is given, everyone gets an extra twenty minutes to add any last-minute details to their paintings. You resist the urge to look at your boyfriend, hyper-focusing on looking over your painting.

“Time’s up!”

You sigh, putting your oil pastels down and turning to face Baekhyun. He looks back at you with a small smile. “Can’t wait to see yours.” He whispers, giving you a thumbs up.

“Yours too.” You reply, smiling weakly.

“Alright! Everyone’s materials down? Good. Now everyone, show your paintings off! Let’s see who will get featured this month!” You hear oohs and aahs from everyone, noticing they are all staring at Baekhyun’s painting.

"Oh my gosh, Baek,” you gasp in awe. His canvas could only be described as pure perfection. The variety of colors used on the sky all fit together in such a unique way, the contrast of the darker more natural colors tied it all together to create a sunset in paradise, indeed.

“What, is it bad?”

“Bad? You think that’s bad? What were you talking about, ‘your painting skills aren’t that good,’ you’re amazing!” You exclaim, walking over to give your blushing boyfriend a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Ladies and gentlemen I think we have a winner!” Your friend exclaims, leading the applause from the other patrons.

“A winner?” Baekhyun asks.

“Oh, every month I choose a painting to hang on my featured wall. And I’d love to hang yours, if you don’t mind of course.”

“It would be my honor.” Baekhyun says in a faux-pompous voice, puffing out his chest. You giggle at your boyfriend’s dorkiness, cheering as your friend hangs his painting on the wall (next to your painting from last month).

You and Baekhyun say your goodbyes to everyone as you leave the studio. The sun has set long ago and there’s a gentle breeze outside. Baekhyun puts his arm around you as you walk to the subway.

“Did you enjoy tonight?”

“Are you kidding? It was awesome! Can we go again next month, please please please?” Baekhyun begs, kissing all over your face.

You giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Of course we can.”

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☽ it was the night | pcy ↬ 1 ☾

AN: my lord. MY LORD. ive been working so hard on this and it just refuses to end. ive decided to split this into two parts cause its getting me quite overwhelmed. writing in this style is fairly difficult. so please enjoy part 1 while i demand the rest of it ends lol | massive endless thanks to @inkedtae @jeonjcngkook and @jamaisjoons for reading through this and ensuring me its not as bad as i think it is ;~; Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: Phantom of the Opera!AU; historical au; strangers to lovers au; romance; fluff; suspense; thriller; mystery; angst; smut Summary: As a child, you are taken from a convent in Rouen and hired as a choirgirl popular. From your first night in the opera house, you hear stories of the famed Opera Ghost - the wailing behind the walls, breezes in corridors where there are no windows. Try as you might to ignore the tales, you grow into them and accept them as life in the opera. It is only as an adult that you learn the ghost is real - and he is no ghost at all. As an adult, you learn you might actually love the creature that lurks in the night. Rating (this part): PG-13 Warnings (this part): references to main character death; references to bullying; mentions of being an orphan; themes of abandonment; depictions of family trauma; references to masturbation; a makeout scene Word Count (this part): 14.7K

18 June 1895 Paris, France

To my dearest, most valued, friends and patrons:

I, as many of you, am still reeling from the profound loss of our dearest composer, conductor, and house owner Park Chanyeol. His untimely departure from this world has left a cavernous space in his shape within all of our lives, and I believe it is time, weeks on, to remember the place he held within this community. Moreover, or more succinctly, the place he held within this opera house. The reading of his will to our staff and benefactors has left many of you profoundly shocked by his intent, and, even more so, shocked by his lack of a blood heir.

Thus, I think it is time you all know the quiet side of him, the silent pieces he let no one but me see. In many cases, he was exactly as many of you remember him. Yet, to me, he was infinitely more. My memory of him, and, perhaps, of this opera house will differ significantly from other more popular accounts and that is why I share this story with you today.