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moonbeamsung · 2 years

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Roll the Dice

Any time spent with Jaemin is a gamble. And tonight, you might have just bet your life.

member: jaemin (featuring the dreamies)

au: crime boss!jaemin x gn!reader, heist au

word count: 3.1k

genre: angst, action, crime, romance

warnings: drinking (characters are of age), gambling, mentions of weapons, mentions of police, profanity, kissing, slight innuendos

recommended songs: lotto by exo, bonnie & clyde by yuqi, kazino by bibi, diamonds + and pearls by dpr live/dpr ian/peace.

author's note/disclaimer: I’ve returned to Tumblr! But more importantly, this is a much delayed work for the Cliffhanger collab of a deactivated writer, @nakamotocore. I do not condone stealing or any other criminal actions of the characters depicted in this story. Feedback is appreciated.

taglist: @navyhyuck @chicksung @mrkcore @mieohmy @rouiyan @sicluvz @luvdhl @chocohannie @rousrxxn

network tags: @ankathi-a @neoturtles

The skyline sparkles like diamonds, tall spires of buildings reaching far past the clouds overhead. You’ve seen many cities in your lifetime but none as full of glitz and glamour as this one.

You’re enamored by the sight for several seconds, allowing the man across from you an inspection of your features. Ordinarily, the dim lighting inside of the sleek black limousine wouldn’t be as forgiving, but you look elegant and ethereal to Na Jaemin. “Enjoying the view, doll?”

The comment brings you out of your daze and you jolt, remembering your company and the true reason why you’re all here tonight. Six other males occupy the cabin around you, engaged in various conversations, some with tall glasses of champagne in their hands already. Slowly but steadily, your car is making its way to the city’s finest and most luxurious casino, exclusively open to A-list patrons and complete with all the accommodations of a 5-star resort.

A minute or two passes before the limo driver rolls down the partition window, alerting your group that you’ll be arriving shortly. Only after the window is fully closed does Jaemin smoothly reach into his suit pocket and pull out a handful of ID cards, one for each occupant.

“Jeno?”

“On it,” the man responds without hesitation, already reaching inside a bag you didn’t notice before to reveal a thin, silver laptop. The screen lights up his face, and in a rapid clicking of keys, his expression becomes one of triumph. “We’re in.”

With a raised eyebrow, Jaemin rattles off a list of unfamiliar names to Jeno, whose fingers fly across the keyboard to keep up. The crime boss is only satisfied when his technician nods curtly and closes the computer, signaling the first step of their operation as successful. It’s time, Jaemin thinks.

He distributes the IDs around the cabin, and you take a moment to gingerly graze your fingertips over the photo and the fake name that have been printed on the card. There’s only a sliver of worry present in your mind compared to when you first started working with Jaemin and his gang. You figure it will never go away completely, but the man himself keeps telling you otherwise.

A rush of euphoria assaults your senses when you finally step out of the vehicle. Bathed in a golden glow provided by the lights of the casino's carport, Jaemin offers his arm and takes the lead, gesturing for the others to follow closely behind. He escorts you inside like a true gentleman, the two of you flashing practiced, dazzling smiles at the staff as you pass by.

Crystal chandeliers dangle from the ceiling of a large atrium, where a casino attendant beckons your group over. “Name and identification, please.”

In a way that almost seems rehearsed, each one of you parrots the new name you had been given by Jaemin only minutes prior, handing over your ID cards and awaiting the green light for your entrance.

Seven of the eight of you have been approved when you suddenly hear, “I’m sorry, Mister…what was it?” The employee takes a longer look at Jaemin’s fake ID, furrowing his brows as he does so. The man in question appears unfazed, only letting out a sharp “Yes?”

“...Ah! My apologies, sir. You’re in the system, please go on in.” He chuckles lightly, wondering why he doubted his own eyes. Maybe he needs new glasses.

Jaemin gives a tight-lipped smile this time. That’s what I thought.

All of you make your way into the main room, weaving between poker tables until you find a quieter set of slot machines near a corner.

“So, just like we planned—”

“Yes, Jisung,” Jaemin snaps, “And lower your voice, for the love of god. All of you, fan out and keep in touch.” He moves a tuft of bubblegum pink hair to reveal a nearly microscopic earpiece. The six men hum in acknowledgement, and you bring a hand up to instinctively tap your own device.

You remain glued to Jaemin’s side just as you were when you entered, and he slinks an arm around your waist while guiding you toward the bar.

“You’re sure about this?” You inquire, looking over your shoulder at the group as they split off into pairs. Will the boys really be fine without the two of you?

“About what, my love?” He purrs, hand squeezing your side playfully.

“Stop it, Jaem. You know what I mean.” The feeling in the pit of your stomach is an unpleasant one, and it seems unwise to keep it to yourself.

Despite the worry in your voice, he brushes it off like a speck of dust on his dark velvet suit. “Don’t be ridiculous, this is the fun part. We don’t have to do any of the work.”

“Are you telling me you don’t ever get a gut feeling about something? Because this time just seems—”

“Different, yeah, you used that one last week.”

“I’m telling you—”

“Well, well, well, are we interrupting a lovers’ quarrel?”

Your expressions and demeanors transform in an instant, and Jaemin helps you onto a stool at the bar as he answers. “Not exactly,” he grins. “My date here just doesn’t want me to bet too much tonight.”

“Are you kidding?” One of the women that walked up to you exclaims, “You’re at the fanciest casino for miles around! Live a little!” She raises her drink above her head for emphasis, nearly spilling the dark red liquid on her long white gown.

“I’m just saying,” you interject, turning to Jaemin with a smile that subtly conveys your disdain for his nonchalant attitude about this whole heist situation. “We’ve come so far already, I wouldn’t want him to be careless enough to risk it all.”

“And that’s why I’m telling you not to worry, darling. I know what I’m doing.” He smirks in your direction and then in the direction of the two ladies. Before you can continue to argue, he steps closer and, in an act of pure indulgence, brings his face dangerously close to yours. Your boss has never been the type to commit to a scheme to this degree, but here you both are, faking an intimate relationship and acting like you belong to this exclusive social tier, all while your colleagues sneak around in attempts to make a fortune.

“What do you say we, you know,” the man hums, in a voice so low you’re the only one who hears. “Kiss and… make up… and all that other bullshit, hmm?”

With one hand tilting your chin up, he deliberately flicks his gaze down to your lips and pauses to let you make the next move. Your brief hesitation makes Jaemin doubt himself, one of the rarest things for him to do, but his confidence is renewed when you finally close the distance and sigh against him. The affectionate display makes your company exchange glances of awe, and they briskly stroll away when it becomes clear that this isn’t just a mere peck.

It’s impossible to ignore how much Jaemin has taken a liking to you in the span of a few months. Behind closed doors, the other guys joke about how their jobs and lives would be so much easier if the man would hurry up and get laid already. Obviously, the feeling is mutual, and you love to think of your situation as something out of a twisted, criminal fairytale.

His hands and lips are reminiscent of warm honey on your skin, touch fiery as if this is a passion that’s long been kept under wraps, like a crime scene covered in caution tape. But the moment is cut short when your earpiece begins to crackle with a message, and the static of Renjun’s voice breaks both of you apart. You had almost forgotten you’re in a public place. That’s how gifted Jaemin is with his charms, making you feel like you’re the only other soul in the world. Making you feel special.

“No snags so far, boss. Donghyuck and Mark are on their way to the vault now.”

Jaemin huffs, “Great, but was that really worth interrupting me, Huang?” From his tone of voice, even the man on the other end can tell he just rolled his eyes.

Renjun swallows, stuttering. “I—I thought you’d like to know.”

“All I need to know is when you’re done and we can get the hell out of here.”

Just like that, Jaemin returns to his usually cold and calculating persona, no longer setting your face ablaze with warmth or making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. After pressing a button on his earpiece, he returns his focus to you. “Now, where were we?”

You feel your heart skip a beat. Before you can manage to get a word in, however, he’s already beckoning to the bartender over the counter. “What would you like to drink, doll?”

Luckily for Jaemin, all of your previous uncertainty melts away with the alcohol you consume in the form of margaritas, martinis, and everything in between. His insistence on paying the bill isn’t met with any disagreement on your part, and he repeatedly slides his credit card back and forth across the bar.

He’d never admit it, but your worrying affects him more than he lets on. Even though your recruitment was the most recent, he’s grown the closest to you for reasons he cannot seem to decipher. He can trust you to keep a level head and think rationally more than anyone else in your group, so when you say you have a bad feeling, it makes his own insides churn with apprehension.

You’ve had some close calls in the past, sure, but nothing has ever gone totally and completely awry. Jaemin wasn’t lying when he told you he knows what he’s doing. He just has to trust that the boys do their jobs and do them well. After everything he’s worked for, he doesn’t know what he’d do if they screw this up.

A few shots in, the man looks around and sees a handful of security guards that he didn’t notice before. One of them whispers something into another’s ear, and the rest stand stoically, scanning the crowd of people. Most patrons are engrossed in games of chips and cards while a loud jazz tune blares overhead. Slot machines chime all around the large room, glasses clink, and shouts of victory or of defeat erupt from gamblers in every corner of the casino.

Sipping bubbly liquid from a champagne flute, you whine when Jaemin takes you by the wrist and pulls you off the barstool. He scans his credit card one more time before leading you back over to the slot machine you congregated at one hour earlier.

“Listen, I get the feeling this place is onto us.”

You slur your words a bit, “Wha—What makes you… say that?”

“I just know. You need to be ready to make a getaway, alright?” He glances around. “Let’s go find a bathroom.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist once more, Jaemin leads the two of you in the opposite direction of the increased security measures. A long carpeted hallway appears to connect the casino to its adjoining resort hotel, lined with restaurants and window displays. You spot a restroom sign a little ways down and point at it loosely, “There,” you mumble.

It’s by far the nicest bathroom either of you have ever set foot in. Antique-looking sconces illuminate the space, providing a cozy ambience, and the speckled marble counter is so shiny you can see your reflection. Jaemin takes a seat in the miniature lounge area while you plant your arms on both sides of the single sink, leaning over it in case your body decides to reject its current contents.

Considering how crowded the casino is, Jaemin had been surprised to find the bathroom empty. He absentmindedly fumbles with his fingers while you glance down at yourself, distracted by your own done-up appearance for the occasion. As far as he’s concerned, the both of you can hide out in here until the job is done.

On the other side of the casino and several floors below, the rest of the group has infiltrated its security and is on the way to making a fortune. Their two tech geniuses hacked into camera footage to manually override the system, replacing the current feeds by replaying old segments. While the men sneak through corridors of marble, the guards see those same corridors as nothing but empty. Jeno and Chenle, their portion of the work already done, sit waiting inside an unoccupied office while Jisung and Renjun guard the entrance to one of the facility’s many vaults. Donghyuck and Mark don’t find any lasers or booby traps within, like numerous Hollywood films had led them to believe. Instead, a simple padlock protects the large wheel on the wall, awaiting a 9-digit code.

Mark reaches up to press a button on his earpiece, “We’re ready for it, Chenle.”

A beat. Then, “Okay, here it comes. Seven, one, five, two…”

Leather briefcases now brimming with cash, the men slowly close the vault behind them, joining their colleagues upon exiting and going to find the two that remain.

Of course, Jeno and Chenle had expected their accomplices to come bursting through the door at some point, but the sight of a police officer doing it instead nearly makes both of their hearts stop beating. A hand on his walkie-talkie is all it takes for them to react, still recovering from the shock. The younger’s next message gets broadcasted to everyone’s earpieces:

“Run.”

You’re slumped in a lounge chair next to Jaemin as you anxiously wait for the all clear, but that word is a far cry from it. Your brain is lost, overwhelmed by your fight or flight instincts taking over immediately. The aforementioned man is on the same page, and once he makes sure the coast is clear, the two of you leave the safety of the restroom and bolt down the hallway.

After dodging dozens of security guards and weaving your way through crowds, you and Jaemin come barreling out of a staff exit and find yourselves standing in a large parking lot. With a flourishing reach into his pocket, he procures a set of keys and presses a button, causing the lights of a nearby sedan to flicker in reply. It’s quite a few steps down from the vehicle you arrived here in, but that fact is of no importance. You’ve got much bigger problems to deal with.

Jaemin is already buckled into the driver’s seat of the getaway car by the time the alarms begin to sound. You climb in the passenger side, and the rest of the boys are close behind, scrambling out of the same exit before piling into a second vehicle. Your group has once again split into two, this time accidentally, but the chaos and commotion prevents you and Jaemin from doing anything about it. With a foot firmly on the accelerator, you emerge from the lot, heading for the busy streets of the city.

Soon enough, you look over to see harsh flashes of blue and red lighting up Jaemin’s face, a manic grin plastered on his lips through every hairpin turn. It almost frightens you. Knuckles white and scarred, the man clutches the steering wheel so hard it could snap from the dashboard with just one tug. Nothing else on earth can compare to the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins in this moment. This is what he lives for.

A slightly garbled voice speaks into Jaemin’s ear. “Police blockade on fifth. They’ll cut us both off.”

His smile falters when he hears this, and maybe that’s for the best. “We’ll go around, then. But we have to split up, the back roads are too narrow for both of us.” Jaemin’s tone is eerily calm for being in the midst of a car chase, but before you can contemplate this any longer, an excruciating headache pierces your scalp, and you instantly regret all those drinks you had. “You make a left at the next intersection, and we’ll make a right,” Donghyuck suggests.

Normally, Jaemin would object. He calls the shots. But this time he lets it slide. Besides, there’s not much time to argue. “Got it.”

Donghyuck signs off, and Jaemin commences the former’s plan. In a skid of tires, the vehicle swings to the side, just barely avoiding oncoming traffic, heaviest at this time of night. The sirens pursuing you begin to blare even louder, more violently now. You feel the cool leather of the passenger door press into your skin, the growing momentum forcing your body up against it as the car bumps the curb.

Jaemin floors the gas pedal even harder, wildly glancing between each mirror of the car. Signs and street lamps rush past on the darkened street, and strangely, it quiets. The rearview reveals that any vehicles pursuing you must have stopped. It doesn’t matter why. For a few seconds you think you’ve made it. The road ahead is a path leading to freedom, and you’ll live to swindle another day, just as you always do. But your pride is short-lived. A cop car appears, pulling out into the road and obscuring any chance of escape. This is it. You’re trapped.

“Shit,” Jaemin curses. “They’ve blocked off this road too. Donghyuck’s out of his mind.”

“Why’d you listen to him?” You scold, trying not to panic as he slams on the brakes.

He either doesn’t hear you or chooses not to answer your question, and simply exits the vehicle. You can think of no other option but to do the same. Is he really giving up? Surrendering so easily? Your boss has to have some sort of trick up his sleeve, but he’s cutting it close by waiting this late. Now that the police are involved, your very lives could be in danger.

Standing back to back with Jaemin, you watch as more police cars arrive and form a circle, fully surrounding the two of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can gather that he’s not complying with their orders to put his hands up. Instead, he’s removing a handgun from the inside of his suit jacket, prompting expletives and exclamations to fly through the air.

“This is your plan? Do you want to get us killed?” You hiss, venom in your words. Now Jaemin’s out of his mind. “Is that even loaded?”

“Hmm, I forget,” he replies nonchalantly, twirling it around with a slender hand. You can still hear his low voice as clear as day, even with the yelling of the officers all around you. “Guess we’ll see.”

Yes, the man is officially fucking insane.

In a split second, your back meets Jaemin’s torso as he pulls you to him, aiming the gun over your shoulder. Looking back and up into his face, you’re fully convinced this could be the last thing you see, your last moment on earth.

And he pulls the trigger.

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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To Do List!

Requests Are: Closed!

🔞 = 18+ only, MDNI

Obey Me! Shall We Date?: 3

Demon Brothers: He thinks you’re cheating with Solomon but you’re just planning a surprise party for him

Demon Brothers: You’re an idol and they hear you sing for the first time

Dateables: You getting jealous of one of their fans and pulling him away protectively

ITZY: 2

You wiping off their kiss

Yuna: Surprising her and the girls with lunch at their dance practice

Red Velvet: 1

Meeting your friends for the first time

EXO: 7

Baekhyun: Heartbreaker!Baekhyun, Gang!au/ Mafia!au

You have a personality similar to D.O/ Sehun

Reaction to having a girlfriend who can’t tie her shoes

You’re their favorite western artist who says they were your inspiration

Sehun: Having a Short Girlfriend Headcanons

Chanyeol: Chen setting the two of you up on a date

Kai: (Etoile!Reader) Your relationship is fading out and he has to fight for you against another idol

ATEEZ: 1

Yeosang and San: You storm out after an argument and get into a car accident

Girls Generation: 7

🔞 Sooyoung and Tiffany: You moaning in their ear as a joke but it escalates

Them introducing you to the members for the first time

Sunny: you meet at an awards show and slowly fall for each other (fem!reader, idol!au)

Tiffany: her spending christmas with you and your family and proposing to you

🔞 Tiffany: another idol publically confesses to you making her jealous and possessive

🔞 Tiffany: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

🔞 Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sooyoung: Your first time having sex with them

G-Idle: 2

Miyeon: f!reader college!au

🔞 Yuqi: she gets turned on seeing you dance leading to sex w/ aftercare (m!reader, idol!au)

Cravity: 1

How they would treat their partner during a mental breakdown

BTS: 6

Unrequited Love Headcanons

Them getting jealous of you playing with a pet

How they act around their crush

Another member saying their crush’s name while they’re sleeping

Angsty Headcanons: They accuse you of only being with them to become famous and lose you

They take you out to dinner but you have to bring your nephew/niece along with you

Stray Kids: 2

You breaking down after someone calls you aggressive

Hyunjin: Tattoo Artist AU Full Scenario

Mamamoo: 1

🔞 Solar: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

Ouran High School Host Club: 1

Meeting the host club as Haruhi’s childhood friend

love, nana <3

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werelikenomadsfindinghome · 1 year

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The Safest Place.

Baru pindah ke tempat baru dan jujur rasanya sulit sekali untuk pindah dari tempat yang lama, cause I love that place so much. Tinggal di kosan yang sebelumnya selama dua tahun setengah dan sepertinya ini adalah tempat paling favorit yang pernah ditinggali.

Berada di sebuah gang kecil yang masih di kelilingi sawah dan agak jauh dari jalan raya, sehingga tidak terlalu berisik dan kalo bosen masih bisa jalan-jalan di sekitar untuk melihat hijau-hijau. Kamarnya dii lantai atas, bernomor 202. Kalo jendela dibuka, angin cukup banyak masuk dan bisa melihat sawah tepat di sebelah serta langit biru terpampang luas. Kamarnya luas, cukup untuk menampung barang-barang saya yang lumayan banyak, dan perabotannya didesain sedemikian rupa jadi gak banyak makan tempat.

Mungkin yang paling menyenangkan dari kamar ini adalah memori-memori yang saya buat di dalamnya. Pindah ke kamar ini menandai dimulainya perjalanan saya mengoleksi barang-barang (yang mungkin tidak penting) tapi super lucu dan menggemaskan. Mengumpulkan dan menempelkan sesuatu adalah hal favorit saya di tempat ini. Mulai dari mengumpulkan rilisan fisik danmei serta merch-nya yang lucu-lucu, art print yang gemes, gantungan kunci penuh ilustrasi idol kpop kesayangan, sticker-sticker, cupsleeve dan kertas-kertas dari event korea, gambar-gambar dari komisi atau event tukar buku dengan gambar, quotes-quotes favorit yang ditulis ulang, poster atau kalendar bertema kpop group, lembaran-lembaran foto hasil cetak dari photobox, buku-buku koleksi yang bertambah tapi belum selesai dibaca juga, album-album exo yang dikumpulkan dari awal menyukai mereka, dan banyak hal-hal lainnya.

Selain itu, banyak hal yang saya lakukan di kamar ini. Menangisi dan meratapi skripsi yang tidak kunjung selesai. Bercerita tentang banyak hal bersama teman. Menyaksikan hujan turun atau langit senja dari samping jendela yang terbuka. Bakar-bakar daging dan makan hingga kekenyangan dengan mbak-mbak teman les. Tidur seharian ketika hari berjalan begitu buruk. Menyanyikan lagu exo dan seventeen sampai bosan. Membaca berbagai buku, danmei, sns au, fanfic, dan apa saja. Melakukan hal-hal rahasia atas nama hormonal. Pertama kali berani menyakiti diri. Berkonsultasi dengan terapis. Mendengarkan podcast, siaran youtube, interview apa saja agar kamar tidak terasa sepi. Menyembunyikan diri ketika kabur dari seluruh dunia. Menuliskan isi kepala di dalam jurnal. Menonton berepisode-episode series atau drama korea. Menata segala standee di rak. Mendekorasi semua sudut kamar dengan art print dan foto-foto. Scrolling di twitter dan instagram sampai tidak kenal waktu. Berdamai dengan hal-hal yang mengganggu. Merasa marah dan kecewa terhadap apapun. Melakukan sidang skripsi ketika sudah hampir drop out. Menginap bersama segelintir teman-teman yang dimiliki ketika melarikan diri. Merasakan segala perasaan. Berbagi kisah dengan ibu, kakak, dan adik. Menjadi diri sendiri. Banyak hal-hal baik dan buruk yang terjadi di tempat ini, dan selamanya akan disimpan dalam memori.

Berpindah benar-benar bukan hal yang mudah, ketika packing dan membereskan barang satu persatu, rasanya benar-benar sedih dan tidak ingin. Tapi kepindahan ini menandai satu fase baru dalam hidup saya, maka mari kita rayakan saja. Terima kasih ya, 202 sudah menjadi tempat paling aman, paling nyaman, paling membahagiakan, dan paling bikin riqqah jadi diri sendiri.

Every journey has an end, and this is the ending for me and my favorite place. Thank you for your service, I am forever grateful to call you home for these past year.

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dragonowl · 2 years

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Our Memories Carved into the Season

The Sky that Doesn’t End Series

Genre: EXO AU, High School

Rating: PG

Pairing: Chanyeol x Myeong-suk (OC)

Summary: In which a new girl comes to school. A new girl determined to be alone. That’s no problem for a happy virus though. Chanyeol has suddenly found a desire to make a deep connection with someone outside of his brothers, regardless of the trials presented.

First, Prev, AO3

Chapter: Fight!

Content warnings: kidnapping, violence/assault, manipulation, mind control

Emotions crashed against each other as Luhan read the name of the person calling him. The reason for so many of his current problems. Clenching his fist he answered the phone knowing that ignoring the caller would only make things even worse.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“Luhan, old pal,” the gang leader said in amusement. “You sound upset.”

“We won, my business with you has been resolved.” He was done playing this man’s games. “Now unless you have–”

The gang leader tsked his tongue. “And here I planned a get-together to celebrate our parting. Even invited that cute girlfriend of yours.”

“What? I don’t…” His heart sank in realization.

“Why don’t you say hello dear?” The man’s voice got farther away. There was a moment of silence before he started talking again. “Seems she’s a little shy around all my boys.”

“You expect me to believe she’s there with that?”

The man laughed. “You make a fair point. Still, don’t you think you should hurry? It can get a little boring here, but I don’t mind keeping her entertained if you make us wait too long.”

“Don’t touch me.” Came Irene’s voice through the line.

“Oh, so she is feisty.”

“Leave her alone,” Luhan snapped. “She has nothing to do with us.”

“She does now,” the man shot back. “You should have considered the consequences of trying to make a fool of me. I’ll give you thirty minutes to get here, alone. If we see any sign of your friends or the law, well, I’ll let you fill in the blank.”

The line went dead and Luhan took several deep breaths to calm himself before rushing out of the door.

~~~

Nothing was going according to plan anymore and Irene was racking her brain for a way to turn this problem to her favor. This gang was a group of simpletons and because they couldn’t leave well enough alone they could quite possibly undo all of her careful crafting if she didn’t use them just right.

Luhan groaned as he landed on the floor, his waning strength not doing much against them after the last fight. Either the guardian’s powers were completely nonfunctional or he was refusing to use them. Which wouldn’t be too much of a surprise after he put his own brother in the hospital.

Wait. That was it. If he were to hurt them again, or her…

Not only would it widen the gap between the brothers, but possibly completely destroy his confidence, which would allow her to step in and take over. She quickly slipped her cell away from the goon that was watching her and dialed Kai.

She’d only have to fake her tears a little while longer.

~~~

He needed to do something to get them out, or at least get her to safety, but his head was heavy and ringing. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. One of the men was holding onto Irene outside of the ring of men surrounding him and he could see the tears glistening down her face in the dim lighting. He reached with all his might for his brothers, pleading that they would hear him and come rescue her, but there was a wall, and no matter how hard he pushed he couldn’t break through it.

He tried to push up to his feet again, but a metal clang filled his ears as a bat made contact with his ribs and he rolled away. He raised his arm to block an oncoming shoe, but it never made contact and he dared to look up at the sudden relief. The men he could see were stepping away slowly and he could vaguely hear the leader’s voice. He shook his head, trying to clear the haze that was threatening to close in entirely. Voices were closer but muddled and hands wrapped around his arms, pulling him to sit up. He tried to shake them off until a familiar consciousness brushed his own.

“Luhan.” The voice was like static, but he blinked away what he could of the haze as a warmth spread slowly over him. “Come on Luhan. You need to snap out of it.” The voice was soft and gentle, and slowly, Lay’s face came into focus. “There you are. Come back to us, okay?”

“Lay?”

“Right here, Ge,” the healer said, rubbing the older man’s hand. “I’ve done what I can for now.”

“Are you up to finishing this fight?” He turned slowly to the voice of the one holding him up and was met with Suho’s worried gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he forced out. “I should have—”

“We can talk about it later,” Suho cut him off. “You good for now?”

The haze was nearly gone and the sounds of fighting were no longer filtered through a layer of cotton. He nodded his head and the other two helped him to his feet. “Let’s end this,” he said and the other two gave a nod, separating to take someone on. One of the men came at him and he dodged, pushing himself into the fray and looking for the leader as he took each member down.

“Yo! Pretty boy!” the leader called out, and Luhan turned to find the man holding onto Irene, another thug at her other side. A wave of anger washed over him seeing the men’s sneers and her fear. He could feel their emotions, their corruption, and he advanced with one thought in mind. He had to take them down. All of them. The red was washing into his vision and he growled as he advanced and grabbed the leader’s jacket. The shift in emotion to fear was palpable and the red wavered, halting the directory of his fist. Irene’s face became clear through the haze and his hand dropped slightly. He couldn’t let whatever had taken over before succeed a second time.

Her eyes widened at the change, flashing red and purple, and a staggering amount of anger wafted off of her. Confusion rushed through him. He opened his mouth to speak, but pain erupted across the back of his head and down his neck, halting his thoughts. He fell to his hands and knees, the sharp impact vibrating through his limbs as ringing filled his ears. He fought to stay awake, but all he could see was darkness.

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“You will forget what you have seen. You will forget what you felt. Forget what you know,” Irene whispered as she pulled Luhan into her lap, opening a vile under his nose then pocketing it. She cried for the others to help as she forced tears to the surface.

Nothing had worked out according to plan.

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Several voices called his name and he slowly blinked awake. The pressure that had been on his brain for days was gone and he could think clearly again, the voices of his brothers registering perfectly for the first time. When they came into focus, he smiled and several of them joined him. Irene looked down at him where he rested in her lap, her own eyes showing conflict as she gave a watery smile. He tried to reach out to his brothers’ to ease any concerns, but his powers refused to come to the surface, and he realized there was an emptiness he’d never felt before. His brothers were asking about him and patting and squeezing him reassuringly so he pushed away the concern for now. They would need to talk about it, but now was not the right time. He allowed Sehun to help him to his feet, and Xiumin wrapped an arm around him to help him along as they exited the warehouse.

“Stay with us tonight, okay?” Suho said, patting him on the shoulder.

Luhan looked over his shoulder and nodded. “I would really like that.”

He could hear some of the others behind them talking to Irene about how she was, but he quickly toned them out. He wanted to focus on his brothers for tonight. He needed that feeling of home. The others would make sure she was okay.

Chapter 14: The final chapter of part 1

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typicalhumanbegins101 · 2 years

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MONSTERS Feat. BTS ( 7 stories in one book) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/208497236-monsters-feat-bts-7-stories-in-one-book?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=BlushBollywood07&wp_originator=TiHE%2BZvzk5pQGEJ34f8WYFEX3zxBXdRT634HZNbPUrM5vPeEY5FWipEoixws5gl0rZFGNUquscxn4eakEfXKpXvkkNRmraYTAvZrGOP5CDnvYTC8%2FrxX6UWWtZf9r75%2F Story 1: Zoya lives in a world dominated by monsters. Monsters who make it their life's work to control everything around them. Zoya is forced to marry Kim Taehyung - the indecipherable son of the leader of Bangtan, Seoul's most feared gang. Zoya's dreams and hopes of finding true interdependence and love are shattered. WARNINGS: Sex, language and violent themes. Story 2: A marriage to Min Yoongi spares your life, but how will your heart be free? Mafia au. After your father's death leaves you in a lot of debt to Bangtan - Seoul's most infamous crime syndicate - you are offered a way out: marry Min Yoongi - Warnings: language, violence and sex Story 3:After the death of his wife during childbirth, Kim Seokjin cannot hold his baby daughter without grief taking control. Just three weeks after the love of his life is taken from him so suddenly, Jin is expected to marry somebody new. Story 4: An arranged marriage to Hoseok - the man whose wife ran away with your husband - begins as angry but eventually turns into something else. Mafia au. Story 5: A deal with the devil. One of theirs, for one of yours. Park Jimin is unlike any man you've ever met before, and maybe EXO is not what you always thought it was. Mafia au. Story 6: Duty dictates you must marry Jeon Jungkook. Too bad he is the man you love and seems incapable of loving you back. Mafia au. Story 7: Kim Namjoon loses his hand in battle. But somehow gains you along the way. Mafia au

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cherryeol04 · 6 months

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Looking for RP Partner

💖Intro💖

Hello wonderful people! 👋

I'm looking for some roleplay partners. I don't really have a limit on how many I want to take in or anything, so if you're interested, then let me know in the dms! But before you message me, please kindly read the following notes about me and what I'm looking for. Even if you don't meet all the criteria, I'm more than willing to give you a chance! Though age is a hard requirement that has to be met! Anything with a * next to it is a requirement I’m looking for in a partner.

Most, if not all roleplays will be NSFW

Yes, it'll have some spicy times in it, but it's mostly deemed NSFW because of the themes I like to write.

Dark themes, triggering situations, adult content - everything, of course, will be preplanned with long discussions of triggering topics, hard limits and such.

🔞 Partners must be at least 19+!🔞*

My style is 3rd pov, past tense.

I’m looking for someone who also does 3rd pov, past tense, but I will also accept present tense as well!

Semi to Literate*

I love long replies and I do enjoy giving them as well. However, I understand that sometimes you can't always give long responses, and that's okay too. I just ask no one-liners

Currently looking for MxM pairings and plots!*

I do not stick to one plot!

This just means I'm open to having more than one plot going with many different face claims. So if you would like to plot a pirate au with Hongjoong from Ateez and a wolf au with Chanyeol from EXO, I'm the person for you!

Currently there is no limit for the amount of plots I will do with one person.

I control more than one character

This is different from god-modding

This just means that in our plot, I can (and prefer) to control more than one character. So while my main face claim may be Chan from Stray Kids, I may also play Felix and Seungmin to add a little more substance and character development to the plot.

While I would like for you to also have more than one character, I don’t expect it of you if you’re not comfortable with it.

With regards to NPCs (the barista working at the café they visit, or the random people they meet along the way), either one of us can control them at any time as long as it’s to move the plot along.

Preferred platforms:

Line

Discord

As of right now, I think that's everything. Again, if you're interested, pm me! If you have any questions, also pm me!!

⚜ OC Information ⚜

Age: 25+

Time zone: -5 EST

Work Schedule: Mon-Fri 8-5

Replies may be sporadic throughout the week, with the majority of replies coming in the evening time.

Weekends will bring more replies, unless I have plans with friends/family or I’m on call for work

My face claims are never set. So if you're looking for a specific person, please review the list of face claims I rp and let me know. Otherwise I'll base my face claims on what the plot is.

❣ Preferred Plots, Themes & Genres ❣

Fantasy Au

Omegaverse AU / Wolf Au / ABO Au

Fluff, Romance, Humor

Horror

Dystopian AU

Post-Apocalyptic AU

Academy Au

Boss/Employee AU

College/University AU

Disney Movie AU

Mafia/Gang Au

Magic AU

Pirates AU

Royalty AU

Soulmate AU

Mythology

Tropes:

Arranged Marriage

Class Difference

Exes to Lovers

Fake/Pretend Relationships

First’s (date, kiss, ect.)

Forbidden Love

Male Pregnancy

Polyamory

String of Fate

💫 Face Claims 💫

*There is no specific faceclaim I want at the moment. Most of my face claims will be male. Looking for more Stray Kids plots!!!*** The 🌸 next to the name indicates my preferred face claim from that group.**

EXO

Chanyeol

Baekhyun🌸

Cen

Suho

Sehun

GOT7

Mark🌸

Yugyeom

Nu’est

Minhyun

Ren🌸

Stray Kids

Chan

Hyunjin

Jisung🌸

Seungmin

Minho

Vixx

N🌸

Hongbin

Hyuk

🖋 Writing Samples 🖋

OC Character - Kayden Park

Kayden was overjoyed. He hadn’t thought tulips would grow at this time of the year, but entering the garden he found a wide variety of them, pristine and in full bloom. They were the one flower that Kayden had really hoped would grow because after he read what their meanings were, he knew almost instantly who he wanted to give them to.

Specifically the red tulips.

Some might say he falls too easily and others might say he loves too hard. But in reality, Kayden couldn’t control who he was or how he felt about people. When he found someone he liked, he became attached to them, trying to be as close as possible while nurturing their growing relationship - whatever it might be. Even if that person got on his nerves all the time, or they ended up doing things that very honestly scared him, ending a relationship just wasn’t in Kayden’s vocabulary.

Red tulips symbolize true love, or a soulmate. Kayden had a specific person in mind and while he wouldn’t say it was true love - hell Atreyu could barely stand him in a good - he did think the other was his soulmate. Despite their ups and downs and the multitude of times he was locked out of the dorm and left to fend for himself for the night, Kayden knew that what he had with Atreyu was special - indescribable even.

And while he couldn’t find the words, he knew the flowers would do the best job. So after carefully plucking five of the tulips, he handed back inside and to his room where he had left his roommate. Atreyu had been in one of his moods again, refusing to speak to Kayden, so hopefully the flowers would double as something to cheer him up.

“Atreyu~!” he sang happily as he opened the door, hoping he hadn’t disturbed the other but knowing he probably did. He braced himself to be hit with a pillow or something, even a “go away” in his harsh and icy tone. But when he got no greeting in return, Kayden took a moment to actually look around the room.

It was empty.

And not just in a way that said Atreyu left to go mope somewhere. It was truly empty. The smile on his face slowly fell as he stepped into the room. His bed was made, but it lacked a lived-in feel - as if a maid had come in and just fixed the bed to make it look presentable. The nightstand next to the bed was barren, everything Atreyu had kept there gone.

Kayden didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his mind was already racing. He crossed the space quickly and yanked open the drawers. Barren. Turning, he moved to the closet next and opened it. Nothing. Everything that had belonged to Atreyu was gone.

He was gone.

As Kayden stood there, reality slowly came crashing down as he realized he was alone. No note. No text. No goodbye. He clenched the tulips tightly in his hand before releasing them and letting them drop to the floor.

Stupid.

He had been so stupid and this is what he got.

Silently, Kayden walked over to his bed and sat down on it gingerly, eyes staring blankly ahead.

Alone.

No matter what he did, he was always going to be alone.

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ABO AU - Chan, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin

Jisung laughed and nodded, pulling back some from the other. “Tonight…supposedly.” He said and shrugged. “But my body has been weird lately, so it may hold off another day. I hope it does cause I wanna be able to spend time with you. It’s been so long.”

Jisung had honestly missed the omega. He hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the night of the attack. The last thing Jisung could recall was rolling on top of Hyunjin to protect him from the blade before calling for help. Chan had told him already that if it weren’t for him, Hyunjin probably would have ended up dying.

So if that meant Jisung suffered from nightmares and a sore side (with a near death experience of his own), then so be it. It was worth it.

He grunted when Felix suddenly tackled them both, hugging them tightly. “Yeah! What Lixie said.” He said and whined. “Felix, my side.” He hissed softly.

Chan watched the three, smiling fondly. He walked over and patted Felix’s head gently. “Come in Lix, be careful with them.” He said gently. “They’re both still healing.”

Seungmin peeked his head out of the kitchen before hiding once more, afraid to face Hyunjin. He felt so guilty still for turning his back on the omega so fast. Things from that had been hectic, chaotic. Feelings were hurt, people were hurt and Seungmin may have chosen the wrong side.

He still fully believed how things were handled was inexcusable and that was mostly on Chan’s part but knowing the other was Hyunjin’s soulmate and seeing first hand what a soulmate bond looked like through Jisung and Minho, Seungmin sort of understood where everyone was coming from. It couldn’t be helped, the attraction.

He wanted to apologize for being such an ass but he was afraid Hyunjin wouldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to cause discourse in the pack because the others seemed so hellbent on getting Hyunjin in the pack and they were happy. He would be happy too, he just wasn’t sure if Hyunjin would be happy around him.

Meanwhile, Changbin made his exit from the kitchen and smiled. “We’ll looky here.” He called. “Chan really did bring us a present.” He teased.

If you have made this far down, thank you so much!!! If you're interested at all in rping, please send me a dm or an ask! I'm looking for long term partners to create beautiful worlds together! 💖

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marshmallow-phd · 3 years

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Worth Living

Part of the EXO Mafia Universe

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Jongin x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a rewrite that I have put into the same universe as Sins of the Father/Secret in His Eyes/ Watchful Eyes/ Stolen Stitches

The view of you was distorted through the bottom of the glass, but Jongin could still make out the small flickers your gaze sent his way. Even from this distance, he could see the glimmer of longing, the mischief of a secret. He wasn’t allowed to approach you, not here. This place… it was too dangerous. Too many watchful eyes, too many loose lips. A single whisper could be more dangerous than a poisoned cup of wine in this place.

So, though it pained him to be so indifferent, he kept his distance, leaning against the bar with one elbow while the opposite hand clutched the short glass of scotch. A woman who’s name started a “B” - or perhaps it was a “P” - was trying desperately to gain his attention. He didn’t even comprehend what she was saying. Eventually, she gave up and sauntered up to her next possible victim. Now alone, Jongin risked a more clear view.

You looked beautiful. Wearing the same dress from the night you first met, you nodded at the man who was speaking with you. It was almost like a taunt, the sparkle in your eye just adding to the torture. Or maybe Jongin was simply interpreting it that way.

As far as the criminal underworld and upright political sphere was concerned, the two of you weren’t associated in any way. As the daughter of a rival mafia leader, you were kept away from this world for the most part, for your protection. But every once in a while, your father had brought you to events like these, treating you like a fashion accessory or luxury car to show off. You were proof that he had it all - on the surface anyway.

At first, Jongin had no interest in you. He was too busy charming the potential investors and associates for Junmyeon - and watching his own back in the meantime - to care about the girl capturing everyone else’s attention and hushing their voices. When he did look at you, he only saw a girl who knew nothing about this life. There were no fireworks, no failing of his breath. The moment of eye contact was void of anything that the fairytales spoke of. But things had changed quickly as that particular night went on.

“Eyeing some new real estate?” Jongdae slid up beside him and motioned for a drink of his own from the bartender.

Jongin scoffed as his thoughts came back to the present, all but tossing down his glass where it rattled against the marble surface. “Very funny, Chen.”

“You’re the one with wandering eyes,” Jongdae shrugged. He leaned forward on the bar with both elbows, facing the opposite direction. He didn’t know about the two of you - no one did, not even Junmyeon - but he could be perceptive. He was the one who had seen the full extent of Junmyeon’s feelings for his wife. With those sharp eyes, he could see Jongin glancing constantly in your direction and that was dangerous. It was probably best that Jongin ended his night here.

“I didn’t realize that observing the room was a bad thing.”

“Observing a room is innocent.” Jongdae threw up a look to Jongin. “But focusing on a certain mob boss’ daughter isn’t.”

Still feigning ignorance, Jongin rolled his eyes. “Keep making up stories, Jongdae. The guys will have a field day with your latest round of stories.”

“Whatever you say, Kai.” Jongdae took a drink as Jongin clapped him on the shoulder.

Heart thumping hard in his chest, Jongin shuffled his way through the crowd, stopping every so often to say hi or have a short conversation with an informant or customer. Being here, seeing you but having to pretend not to care, it was too hard. Each time he had to come to an event where you were, it grew harder. There was no way he could concentrate on what Junmyeon’s contacts were saying when his thoughts were so preoccupied. Leaving was the only option. He’d send apologies later. Wining and dining always worked in his favor. And Junmyeon would understand if Jongin came up with a good enough excuse. Shoulders slumped and energy drained, he headed out of the stuffy conference room of the hotel, down the elevator and to the valet waiting outside.

It took too long for his liking for his car to be brought up, but he gave a generous tip anyway and sped back to his place.

Jongin loved living on top of the world.

Alright, so it wasn’t the top of the world, but it was a penthouse that took up the entire top floor of one of the tallest high-rises in the city. Walls made of glass gave him a breathtaking view of the streets below. Up here, he felt relaxed, away from the danger and the fast pace of the lifestyle he chose. Only Junmyeon had a bigger, grander place. And that was mostly only out of courtesy on Jongin’s end.

Reaching out, Jongin placed a hand against the cold glass, staring at nothing in particular. Fog crept up from his fingers to create a perfect outline. The world was at his feet, hardly any path barred. Surrounded by luxury, he had almost everything he wanted. Funny how that works. You can live a life where you want for nothing, but the moment you find something you can’t have, you need it. It was even worse when he didn’t want it in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jongin frowned, his hand dropping from the glass. The sharp outline of his fingers stood for a few seconds before quickly fading away.

Who could that possibly be this time of night?

Making his way to the front door, Jongin took out the gun that rested on his hip. He had his back against the wall so he was side by side with the entrance, the only thing between him and the door being the monitor that he had forgotten to turn back on. As quietly as he could, he scanned his thumbprint on the little box below the screen, bringing it to life. The harsh light of the monitor lit up the darkened foyer. A sigh of relief blew out from his lips.

A black pea coat and hat covered most of the figure’s features, but he still knew that outline better than anyone else.

Putting his gun down next to the small white vase on the foyer table, he opened the door just wide enough for you to scurry in. After locking up again, he turned to you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked almost breathlessly. It could almost be considered a hiss. Very bad scenarios started rattling around his head.

With a shrug, you took off the hat and peeled out of the coat. “I didn’t want to be there anymore. Especially after I noticed that you’d left.”

Jongin shook his head, not meeting your eyes. “I wasn’t really in the mood for all the schmoosing.”

“Are you ever?” A teasing smile pulled up in the right hand corner of your lips. You stepped a little closer, but didn’t reach out for him.

A groan rumbled in Jongin’ throat as he leaned his head back. Eyes closed, he fought with himself.

Going on like this was dangerous. More for him than you. The most your father would do to you would be something along the lines of stop taking you to the large gatherings of the families and keep an army of bodyguards around at all times. Him, though? He’d be dead. Perhaps left in an alley or dumped in the bay. Or there would be an all out war with Junmyeon. Either way, he’d get a bullet in his head. And his family could be torn apart.

But he loved you. So much that he could forget about how every minute with you put his life at risk. Because when he was with you, he was more. More than just a gangster, more than a greedy criminal with a smooth vocabulary and handsome face. You were different from the others because while you could understand this life he lived, you weren’t tainted by it. Your father had somehow succeeded in keeping you out of this dark underworld and for that, Jongin was thankful.

At his lack of response and obvious body language, you nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I’ll go… and leave you alone.”

You were barely able to unlock the door and open it an inch before Jongin was slamming it shut, whirling you around to crush his lips against yours. He held on tight, but not too much that you were in pain. He could never hurt you. He would never dream of such a thing. These hands might have been tainted with blood, but with you, they could pretend to be clean again.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours with each little word.

Your answer? A kiss. Gentle and sweet, soft and full of love.

You were sulking. You knew it. Your father knew it. In the corner of the lounge, you stood apart from everyone else, arms crossed over your chest and wine glass in hand. While your face was neutral, it was getting harder and harder to contain the irritation underneath. The attitude must have been radiating from you since no one was daring to approach you.

This was the last place you wanted to be. For the last few “get togethers” of your father’s friends, you’d been conveniently unavailable – out of the country, away at school, horribly sick. But it seemed your luck had run out finally and now, after a good hour long fight with your father, you were forced to be dragged along like a puppy on a leash. Somehow you were expected to be both aware of who exactly was around you and completely naive of what they did for a living. You never chose to be your father’s daughter. If you actually had a choice, you would have ran as far as you could a long time ago.

You’d heard the rumors of what your father did for a living, what gave you the lavish life you’d known since birth. He was not a good hearted businessman. You didn’t know the extent of his crimes and you didn’t ever want to know. But that innocence didn’t stop him from showing the others that he was a family man, that he had a daughter he was proud of, like that put him above the rest.

In the beginning, when you’d first arrived, too many people had come up to you and engaged in conversations that you didn’t care to have. Shallow, meaningless words. These people were only kind to you because you were the mysterious daughter of the most powerful man in the room. Someone they had heard about, but the man they feared had kept hidden. You had shut that down quickly with curt answers until they finally left you alone.

“A frown doesn’t really belong on that beautiful face.”

Resisting the temptation to roll your eyes, you looked to see who’d decided to interrupt the solitude you had worked so hard for. Your neutral expression morphed into a deep frown. You had no idea who this man was.

Tall, silver hair, a smirk that was not at all attractive even given his somewhat handsome face. You took a swig of wine, carefully swallowing it before replying, “Too bad. It’s my favorite accessory.” That you weren’t even wearing in the first place. However, all men interpret a blank face as a frown on a woman.

“Now, don’t be like that,” the man purred, slinking in closer to you. Your eyes scanned the room for your father, but he was nowhere to be found. If he got even a whiff of what this man was doing….

“Last I checked, I could be any way I wanted. Now, please leave.” Your hand gripped the glass tighter towards your chest, a giveaway to how brave you actually were in this moment.

The man’s smirk deepened. “Give me a smile and then maybe I will.”

You scowled. “How about I give you-”

“Back off, Xiao Fe.”

A new man entered the conversation, even taller than your unwanted guest. He stared down at the first, apparently called Xiao Fe, with a hardened look and a raised eyebrow. “Unless you want to end up tortured in the back of a van?”

Xiao Fe straightened up, unaffected by the threat. “I’m not scared of you, Jongin.”

“I don’t give a crap about what your level of self preservation rests at,” Jongin shrugged. “But given who her father is, I think he would care a whole deal on how you’re speaking to his daughter.”

“Her father?” Xiao Fe looked at you. He measured you up and down and then laughed. “The old man finally brought you out of the dungeon, huh?”

“Just get out of here before I throw you out a window,” Jongin growled.

Something must have finally broken through because the idiot listened, stalking off. But not before throwing one last wink your way.

Rolling your eyes, you started off in the opposite direction.

“Wow, not even a thanks?” Jongin asked sarcastically. You barely turned around enough to look at him.

“Last I checked, I didn’t ask for your help. So… no. I don’t think a thanks is really in order.”

The gangster shook his head. “Typical princess behavior.”

“Don’t act like you know a thing about me,” you hissed. Your grip was getting dangerously tight on the glass and the champagne flute didn’t feel that sturdy in the first place. “Now, it’s probably your turn to walk away before my father sees. Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea about you talking to me, now would we?”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Jongin mocked. “Just don’t expect me to be there the next time you need help.”

You stared daggers into his back as he blended into the crowd, silently cursing at the fact that he was able to get in the last word.

Deciding that you’d had enough, you downed the rest of your white wine and headed for the elevator. No one stopped you as you stepped into the little box that would take you to the ground floor of the hotel. Your father’s bodyguards tended to not watch you as closely as they were supposed to; a good thing, working in your favor on many occasions. You weren’t planning on going anywhere specifically, just away. Away from that room, away from those people, and away from your father. You’d probably simply end up in the back of the car to wait for your father to be done in a few hours or so.

Outside, the air was chilly, almost icy. The faintest wisps of white fog left your lips with each breath. You pulled your coat in closer to you as you searched the parking lot for the familiar SUV. Your father always preferred the bigger, more fortified cars than the tiny luxury vehicles. Finding the right one, you hurried over to get out of the cold. But, of course.

The door was locked.

Why didn’t you think about that before you came all the way down here?

You groaned and let your forehead rest against the tinted window with a tock. What a wonderful idea this turned out to be. You really didn’t want to go back upstairs. Maybe you’d be able to hold out here in the cold? Your chatting teeth begged to differ.

“Well, what an easy catch this was.”

Oh. Crap.

A pair of hands grabbed you before you could even think about running away.

Xiao Fe looked on smugly as you struggled against his goon’s grip. One hand covered your mouth, muffling your throat-tearing screams for help, while his other arm caged you in against his chest. The two of them dragged you over into the alleyway, out of the eyes of someone who could possibly help.

“You know, I might actually feel bad if you hadn’t been so icy earlier,” Xiao Fe teased. The only response you could give was a glare as sharp as a knife. “I’m sure your father will hand over quite the pretty penny to get you back. Oh, how I wish I could see his face once he-”

Bang!

The limbs that had been tight a moment ago now loosened and fell away. The man who had been holding onto you dropped to the ground, dead. Blood poured from the gaping hole in his neck onto the dark asphalt by your feet. Xiao Fe was quick, taking the place of the goon. His own hold around your waist wasn’t as strong, but the gun he pulled out and pressed against your head was incentive enough not to fight back.

Jongin emerged from the shadows, gun still smoldering from the first shot as he held it up in your direction. “Give this up, Xiao Fe, and I won’t tell her father what you tried to do.”

Xiao Fe laughed behind your ear. “Like I could take you at your word. How do I know you’re not looking to get a reward for stopping me?”

“I’ve got enough money,” Jongin said. “I don’t need to beg for pennies when I’m stealing dollars. I’m just trying to stop you from doing something you’d regret.”

“Not a chance,” Xiao Fe growled. “Just move along. No one will know you were involved if you leave now. Poor Malcum here will just simply disappear.”

Jongin hesitated. His eyes lowered to your own fear-filled gaze. Silently, you were begging him not to leave. To not leave you in the hands of this monster. Who knew what he would do to you once he got you alone? There were plenty of things he could do while waiting for your father’s payment.

Shaking his head and cursing under his breath, Jongin took a step forward. Xiao Fe retaliated, shooting Jongin in the shoulder.

“NO!” you screamed out. Jongin fell back onto the ground. He clutched the spot where the bullet had torn through the skin, red liquid oozing from between his fingers. Xiao Fe struggled to keep you locked in his grip as you fought to get away, to get to Jongin before he bled out. You hardly knew this man – you didn’t know him at all, really – but something inside of you was desperate to get to him, to make sure he was okay. The idea of him dying - because of you and your stupidity - was unbearable.

Moving up to his knees, Jongin grunted and looked up at you. He motioned with his free hand for you to get down. Immediately, you bent forward, giving him a clear shot. And he met the target.

Xiao Fe dropped like a marionette doll, eyes wide open and empty.

You scrambled over to Jongin, pressing your hands on top of his to try and slow down the bleeding. But he pushed you away, leaving his blood behind on your bare arm.

“Get out of here,” he huffed out in between ragged breaths.

“No, we have to get you to a hospital!” You tried unsuccessfully to pry his hand away from his shoulder. All that accomplished was him shoving you away again.

“Go! Now! I’ll be fine!”

You didn’t believe him. You weren’t dumb enough to believe that he would be fine as blood continued to pour from his wound.

“Jongin-”

But he didn’t say anything else as his eyes rolled back into his head and his body slumped to the ground.

“NO!”

With a sharp gasp, the force of you flinging up into a sitting position was enough to rattled Jongin from his sleep. Your breaths were shallow, coming out quickly as you searched around his bedroom frantically. Even in the dark, he could see the panic in your eyes. You blinked fiercely, threatening to cry. Gently coaxing you into his arms, he shushed softly into your ear until your breath became even and your limbs no longer trembled.

“Bad dream?” he asked when you relaxed against his chest. You nodded, refusing to look up at him. He pushed a little more. “What did you dream about?”

The answer came so low that he had to strain to hear you correctly. “The night we met.”

“Wow.” He laughed in hopes to lighten the mood. “Good to know that you think of us meeting as a nightmare.” That made you send a fist into his stomach. It knocked the air out of him, but he still laughed through it. Having you here did that to him. Rare were the times that you spent the night, that he could have you until the sun crept up though the curtains. Most of the time, one of you had to sneak off into the dark before you were caught.

You weren’t laughing now, though. With the tip of your finger you traced the outlining scar from the bullet he’d taken for you. When the bullet had ripped through his shoulder, he’d called himself an idiot. He’d told you only minutes prior that he wouldn’t come to your rescue again, but there he was, playing the white knight. Dying for the daughter of an enemy criminal. But in turn, you saved him, too.

Somehow, you’d managed to get him to the hospital, keeping him alive. But you were gone before he woke up, only the nurses giving him clues to how he’d ended up there, who had been the angel that brought him in. A week later when Junmyeon let him out of bed, he was tracking you down again. It took skill to find the opportunity to talk to you, finding you alone without your bodyguards. He’d managed to “accidentally run into you” to give his thanks. And then he decided that he needed to see you again. And again. From there, the two of you were constantly having “accidental” run-ins.

“Mutual stalking” was your playful nickname for the game.

It didn’t take long for the feelings to bubble to the surface. Both of you knew it wasn’t the wisest choice. Fear of discovery was always in the back of his mind and yours, but the bond between the two of you, the connection that kept bringing you back. And it had all led to his inability to let you go, even when he knew it would be better for you if he did.

“Raul got hurt two nights ago,” you whispered suddenly.

Raul was one of your father’s closest confidants. The fact that you knew about him getting hurt meant it must have been bad. “Is he okay?”

You nodded. “He’ll live. At least... that’s what Father said. But I don’t know if that’s the truth or if he was only trying to placate me.”

Jongin caressed your face in an attempt to sooth the frown away. “Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Yes. A bit.” Finally, you looked up at him. “I just thought of you. Of you getting hurt. Or worse.” Without warning, you jumped on him, kissing him deeply. You rose up on your knees and Jongin steadied you with his hands on your hips. Only when you needed air again did you pull away. “I can’t stand not knowing what you’re doing, whether you’re alright or not. To go weeks without seeing you… I can’t keep living like this.”

Jongin furrowed his eyebrows. “I know it’s tough. I hate it, too. But your father-”

“Take me away.” You begged. “Please? I can’t take these short nights anymore. I need you. Every day. I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt in this life and I might never know.”

So tempting a poison. “Your father-”

“We can go where he can’t find us.” Your eyes were desperate, hoping for the answer you were seeking.

Jongin had thought about it before. Taking you away and keeping you for himself. But he didn’t want to be selfish, to pull you away from the life you’d always known. And even though you were here, asking him to do that very thing, he still had his own family to think about.

What would Junmyeon say? Would he yell at Jongin, call him an idiot for getting involved with the enemy’s daughter? But Junmyeon knew what it was like to love someone so much it hurt. And he knew what it felt like to almost lose that person. Jongin hoped and prayed like he had never done before that Junmyeon would understand.

Wrapping his arms around you, he picked you up and put you down playfully on the bed, getting a squeal out of you.

“If you’re serious,” he said after kissing you, “then I’ll talk to Junmyeon. If anyone can help us, it’s him.”

A smile spread across your face. “Do you mean it?”

“Absolutely. I can’t ever tell you no.”

This was, perhaps, the most dangerous thing he would ever do in his life. And he’d been in shootouts, undercover missions, and stared down the sharp end of a knife. But you were worth it. You were every breath he took. So he would take the chance. It would be a short life together if your father found out and decided that he didn’t approve. If you were willing to risk it, however, then he would meet you on the treacherous path.

Because, even with this apartment and all the gold in the bank, a life without you wasn’t worth living.

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years

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Stolen Heart (4)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

@ninibears-erigom @baekwell--tart @mint-yooxgi @kimjongdaely @yeoldontknow @suhoerections @fairyyeols

Warning: Mentions of drugs and guns and smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Baekhyun was so confusing to you. He told you to stay away but saved you time and time again. You knew he probably meant it the last time he told you to back off. He was probably tired of you just happening to end up being the damsel in distress but you couldn't help it. You wanted to see him, he was so mysterious and angry. Honestly you were incredibly turned on by his secretive nature and the bad boy vibes he so eloquently pulled off.

That night you stood outside O'douls in your skinny jeans that you paired with a white tank top to keep it simple. Your stomach was flipping upside down in knots as you tried to convince yourself to go ahead and pull that bar door open. The one right there with the giant O on it, the door that would lead you to see the man who claimed he didn't care about you but his actions definitely proved otherwise.

Taking one more deep breath, you pulled open the door to O'douls, a bar frequented by gangs, bikers, drug dealers, etc. They were the type of people your mom warned you about, the kind of people you didn't want to hang around, somewhere a girl like you should never be, yet here you were with your hand clutched to the handle of the door, slowly pulling it open.

The bar was smaller than you thought it would be, and you had expected it to be packed with people but it was quiet, with only a few people who weren't happy with your intrusion. You stood inside the bar, looking at the back of a man you knew was Baekhyun and just in front of him, from what you could see was a table with drugs laid out across it, guns surrounding the drugs and three terrifying men sitting across from Baekhyun.

"Well, who do we have here?" One man growled, looking you up and down.

Baekhyun slowly turned around, looking you directly in the eyes. You could see the sudden change of emotion when he realized it was you, anger, and then terror before back to anger.

"Get the fuck out. We're busy." Baekhyun snaps. You wanted to leave. At this moment, you would have listened to him, but unfortunately for you, your legs had decided they weren't going to work at the moment. Your stomach dropped, knots taking over, along with a lump in your throat.

"Go!" Baekhyun growls, but still your body is made of jello at the moment you weren't going anywhere.

"Now now, Byun. Let's let this pretty little thing come sit on my lap. Maybe she wants to come do a little line with me?" One man says, winking at you.

You sure did not.

"C'mere." Another man demands but you don't move.

"Jinyoung. Leave it alone." Baekhyun snaps.

"Shut the fuck up, Byun. C'mere bitch." Jinyoung demands again.

"I won't tell you again, Jinyoung." Baekhyun snaps. "Leave it the fuck alone." He snaps, backing up slightly and putting his hand around your wrist and pulling you behind him.

"And I won't tell you again, Byun. Shut the fuck up and lemme have my fun. Or is this bitch yours? She looks like she wants to come over here, so c'mon princess, come see daddy." Jinyoung purred.

"I don't want anything to do with you." You blurt out by accident. You had been thinking it and then Baekhyun put his hand on your wrist and it felt nice, then your mouth began to speak without permission. Shit.

"What'd you say bitch?" Jinyoung snaps, standing up from the table in a rage.

"You wanna keep our good standing, good drugs and guns? You'll leave her the fuck alone, and let her go with no issues, Jinyoung. Or do you want a repeat of the last time you tried to fuck with us? You're not quite as strong since you lost Jackson." Baekhyun says.

"Is that a threat?" Jinyoung asks with a smile.

"Nah man, it's a fucking promise." Baekhyun spits.

Jinyoung's smile fades away as he motions for the other two men to stand up and follow him out. "Our usual order of coke, meth, crystal and pills." Jinyoung says to Baekhyun before looking at you. "I'll be seeing you soon, princess." He finishes, sliding his gun into the waist of his jeans and walking out of the bar.

Once Jinyoung and his men leave, you feel as though you can finally breathe. Baekhyun turns around to face you, his face angry and stone cold.

"You just don't listen do you?" He snaps, walking slowly towards you. You walk backwards, terrified of how he was, and how mad he seemed to be at the moment.

"I just.." you stuttered.

"What? You just what?" He asked, backing you into a wall.

Baekhyun leans in close, you can feel his hot breath on your ear as he slams his hand against the wall next to your head. "I've told you time and time again to not come around. Why can't you listen?" He growls.

"Because.. I want to see you." You confess.

"I've told you to stay away from me. I'm a dangerous man." He says. "I'll tell you one more time. Stay far away. Now get out." He snaps, walking away from you.

"I don't want to stay away." You admit, walking towards him. "I can't stop thinking about you."

You hear a small rumble from inside him as his back faces you. "I'm not good for you." He snaps.

"You don't get to decide what's good for me and what's not. I decided that, and I have yet to see where you aren't." You say, even though you know he's right. The drugs, the guns, sketchy people are all good enough reasons, but not for you.

Baekhyun swiftly turns around, looking you in the eyes. "Trust me when I say I will just end up ruining you."

"I don't care." You whisper.

Baekhyun reaches out, wrapping his large hand around the back of your neck, pulling your body into his before he harshly presses his lips to yours while pushing you against the wall. He hands reach for yours, lifting them both up and pinning them over your head while his tongue slides into your mouth deepening the kiss.

He keeps both your hands pinned against the wall with one hand while his other one roam's your body, sending shivers down your spine. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, placing small kisses on your neck and chest. He releases your arms, gripping the neck of your shirt before tearing it in half, exposing your perky breasts.

You knew today was a good day to go without a bra.

Baekhyjn reaches down, cupping your breast, placing a nipple in his mouth, harshly sucking on the hard bud.

"Mhm." You moan.

"We need to make this fast." He growls, turning you around. "Pull down your pants." He demands.

You quickly undo your pants, pulling them down enough that you're able to spread your legs and bend over. Baekhyun groans from behind you, undoing his own pants and letting his hard cock spring free, pre cum seeping from the tip of his cock.

"Shit." He groans, lining himself up with you before pushing his cock inside your tight pussy.

Baekhyun reaches around, grabbing your throat, and pulling you back flush against him while he squeezes your neck and brutally fucks you.

"I knew your pussy would feel so fucking good." He grunts, pumping himself into you. His hand leaves your throat, trailing down your body and in between your legs before rubbing your clit. Baekhyun relishes in the sound of your moans, and you telling him to fuck you faster.

Fuck he loves it.

He continues to fuck you, rubbing your clit roughly. Judging by the sound of your moans you were going to cum soon.

"Oh god." You cry out.

"Cum." He demands.

With those words, you cum immediately, soaking his cock with your wetness.

"Fuck." He grunts, his thrusts becoming faster but sloppier.

"I'm gunns cum." He yells, pulling his cock out of you and bending you over with one hand, becoming using his other one to rub his cock and cum all over your back.

Baekhyun catches his breath before pulling up his pants and finding a cloth to wipe you down with.

Once the two of you were dressed and settled, and you had a sweater on over your ripped shirt, Baekhyjn began to talk.

"Look.." he says, being cut off by someone outside yelling.

"Princess? Are you still in here?" You hear the voice of Jinyoung before the first door is pulled open.

"Shit." Baekhyun whispers. He grabs a gun, tucking it in the waist of his jeans before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the back of the building.

"I know you're here. You never left." You hear in the front of the bar while you and Baekhyun slip through the back.

Nothing ever works out the way it should.

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sweetjekyll · 4 years

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Your Gasoline Scent ─ Masterlist

pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader

genre: Need for Speed AU, Racer AU, Gang AU, car shop au, Romance, Angst rating: 18+ warnings: 18+, alcohol & drinking, smoking, mature language, smut, (maybe not so) slow burn, street racing. (Please read carefully the warning tags in the masterlist and those at the beginning of each new chapter to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.) word count: N/A

summary: He’s determined, stubborn and loyal, perhaps too immature at times, but when Oh Sehun is behind the wheel, he’s a street racer and a damn good one at that. The rush of adrenaline from when he’s racing is something that he cannot describe with words, the overwhelming sensation from crossing the finish line and everyone is cheering for your victory. Expensive cars, money, girls and the glory for being one of the best illegal street racers in Seoul… He had it all, but was it enough?

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cazziamo · 4 years

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Runaway [8]

requested: no lol

group/member: EXO/ Baekhyun

word count: 5.9k

summary: All it takes is being at the wrong place, at the wrong time for you to be dragged back into the world you had tried so hard to leave behind.

[a/n]: aaaaaand i’m finally back lmfao so to make a long story short i rlly have no idea where this story is going so i just kinda write?? and whatever happens happens and well,,,,,,, this happened. unedited bc we die like men also i’ve had no sleep

warnings: violence, mentions of drug/drug use (marijuana), alcohol, smut (finally bitches)

When you say the boys bickered the entire way to the fair, you meant the entire way. Baekhyun was being as annoying as ever, teasing both you and your brother constantly. You were used to it but Tae was not, and the fact that his temper may have been quicker than yours started to show. Everything you said just seemed to make it worse, so you decidedly kept your mouth shut for most of the walk, but there was no stopping the grin on your face.

"And just what are you grinning at?" Your brother whipped his head towards you, lifting his hand to push at your forehead. "Wipe it off your face, you look dumb."

"I just missed you." You said, a little surprised at your own tone. "I haven't seen you in a while and so much has changed again recently that it's good to do something... normal, y'know?" You ignored the way your brother side-eyed you for a moment, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. He didn't say anything, but you knew it was enough to clue him in. He'd always been too smart for his own good.

"You said we had a lot to talk about." Tae said it bluntly, not asking you in any way. He stopped walking and turned to face you directly with furrowed brows. You stopped also, but with much more hesitance than he had, grateful that the streets had emptied out and there were hardly any people near you. "Is it what I think it is?"

"...yeah." You answered honestly, keeping your eyes locked on his. "But it's not exactly how you're thinking it-"

"I don't care how different it is, you promised!" He hissed angrily, grabbing at the sleeves of your jacket. "You promised me no more, that you were done-"

"I was!" You yelled. Baekhyun, who was being strangely silent, began to look around, and so you made sure to quiet yourself. "I was done, but I didn't have a choice this time. I would have been killed." You explained in as little words as possible, hoping that your brother would let it go for now. "That's why I said we had to talk about it, but can we have just a couple of good hours together before we go back and deal with this shit? Please?"

The tendons in your brother's neck jumped as he grit his teeth, jerking his body to the side, where his eyes landed on Baekhyun. "And how is he involved?"

"Later, please." You hated how exhausted you sounded, how 'emotionally tired' practically dripped from your words. But it was enough that your brother seemingly let it go, his shoulders sagging with the long exhale he gave. Without another word he turned and continued walking, leaving you behind. Baekhyun came around to your side and nudged you forward, looping his arm back around your shoulders. Your brother hadn't gone too far ahead, having stopped to wait for you guys at the corner, but once he saw you two were following he continued on his way. It was reassuring that he was still going to the fair with you, and hopefully it meant that he would be just as forgiving later when you actually explained. If he wanted nothing to do with you, then he would have already been gone. He's always been the type to stick to his guns, whether the people involved were strangers, friends, or family.

"You don't have to stay while we talk later." Baekhyun didn't look your way after you spoke, and for a moment you were worried you had spoken too lowly.

"Do you want me too?" He asked in response, again not looking your way at all, and somehow that bothered you. You still didn't understand why he was acting so differently around you, and you knew that there was no merit in what he told you earlier. Of course he had been teasing you, because who admitted to a crush so casually after so little time knowing that person? And in public in broad daylight?

You weren't a virgin by any means, but your actual romantic experience was next to nothing. Your parents had never had a good relationship so there were no early examples to draw from, and the older you got the less of a chance you had to find something for yourself. If it hadn't been for the fact that you were forced to go to extreme lengths for your family, then maybe you would have, but it was hard to have crushes when you're surrounded predominantly by older, mean, ruthless men and a whole lot of bloodshed. There were one night stands all the time, so it wasn't that you were unsatisfied, but you didn't know how to tell genuine interest from anything else.

As far as you knew, Baekhyun could just be wanting to keep an eye on you, make sure you wouldn't try to bail, or he was trying to get close to you to convince you to give up the key. He was just invested because of his pride, not because he actually wanted you. There had been too many incidents, too many accidents and 'I didn't mean it's and altercations because you had been dumb enough to trust a man in your line of work.

Even still, you found yourself answering Baek with "No." You wet your lips and couldn't help but bite onto your bottom one anxiously. "I would honestly feel better if you stayed, I guess."

"Then I stay." His answer came quick, and his voice was firm when he said it, like he wasn't going to change his mind for anything. He stopped walking and used the arm on your shoulder to stop you also, turning to face you. "Don't worry about that for now, anyway." He reached upwards and pushed your hair back, lifting his other hand to smooth the frizz down at the top, before leaving them resting on your cheeks. Either you were beginning to blush or his hands were just very, very warm. "We're gonna go to this carnival, have some fun, get some food, and then figure it out as we go, so get stepping." He turned you to face forward again and shoved you lightly, making sure to fall in line with you after. It was enough to make you laugh, deciding to do as he says and just deal with everything as it happens instead of ruining the time out by stressing. Besides, who knew when you would be able to leave the hideout like this again, so it was better to just take advantage of it.

By that time, you guys could finally see the fair at the corner, and the awkward form of your brother leaning against the gates of the entrance. He had already bought his wristband and had it looped loosely around his right wrist, his left hand fiddling with his phone. As the two of you hurried over to join him, Tae stood fully, shoving his hand roughly into his pocket to pull something out.

"Here," His hand shot out towards the two of you before you were even fully there, and you saw two more wristbands dangling from his hand. "Hurry up, I want to ride the Zipper first." Without another word, he turned and went through the gates, flashing his wristband when the attendant tried to stop him. You moved quickly after him, fastening the wristband around yourself as you darted through the gates, Baekhyun close behind on your heels.

The lines weren't too bad tonight, and you guys were able to quickly get on the rides that you wanted. True to your word from earlier, you sat next to your brother on almost all of the rides and Baekhyun didn't say a word about it, just settling himself in the carts behind you or even skipping the ride altogether. He claimed that the Zipper would make him way too nauseous and resorted to being the bag man of the trip, to which your brother certainly wasn't complaining. Tae would just pile his jacket into Baek's arms and throw his little backpack at him before getting into line without a word. You knew that he was just giving you and your brother the time together, and you really were thankful for him letting you out. You didn't know if you two would be in trouble with Suho later, but hopefully once the two explained everything he would let you off easy.

The three of you rode most of the rides there (thanks to the wristbands) and played quite a few games in between, which is where Baekhyun really became useful. It came to the point where you couldn't even see Baekhyun's hair over the pile of giant stuffed animals in his arms, of which only two were yours. The other few of them belonged to your brother, who surprisingly had very good aim (it must have run in the family). Tae seemed to be enjoying himself well enough, your usually rather stoic brother cracking more than a few grins throughout the night. It was nice to have the time with him, and the longer you spent out, the less you minded Baekhyun being there with you.

It was after you caught your brother stifling his third yawn in about twenty minutes that you made the suggestion to leave. He blinked at you with bleary eyes and agreed with you, and it was then that you felt the anxiety begin to bubble in your stomach. Grabbing a few of the stuffed animals from Baekhyun, the three of you left the park and headed towards the train station; your brother lived only two stops away from where he worked, which was one of the reasons why he liked the job. He said it was a pain to find work somewhere else since everywhere else was too far, but you had the sneaky suspicion your brother just liked the tips he would get from the university girls.

Usually anxiety made you feel like everything was moving at a snails pace, slow and steady to the point you felt like you would go insane before anything happened. Today, it felt like everything was sped up, like someone had pressed the nitro boost on the train to make it accelerate at an alarming rate. Things were moving too fast for you, and you were scrambling to make a plan for when you spoke to your brother, but your brain was too overcrowded with worst case scenarios and blow out arguments to even start. The two stops passed fast enough that you felt you had only just sat down, and then a few blurry moments later your brother was putting his code in for the door to his apartment. He kicked off his shoes at the door and left them where they landed, trudging in to plop onto his armchair. You followed behind him, taking the time to put his sneakers on the rack and placing yours neatly by the edge before following him into the living room, Baekhyun right behind you.

As you situated yourself on the side of the couch closest to your brother, he began to speak. "So, please, enlighten me as to how everything is different this time, and how the bozo on your left is involved."

Baekhyun huffed indignantly but otherwise stayed silent, wisely redirecting his attention somewhere else. You ran a hand through your hair, mussing it up before flopping it back down to your lap, huffing yourself. "It's different this time because I didn't have a choice, Tae. I didn't even go willingly this time, I was knocked out and taken. Saw something I wasn't supposed to, and the option was do as they said or die. If I'm being honest, I told them to just kill me, but then the asshole just smirked at me and told one of his guys to take me to my room. And then some people from Owls showed up at my apartment and shot the place up and that's how I got sucked back in." You weren't sure how much you had actually breathed while spitting that out, and if how you were panting was anything to judge by, you didn't think you had. "And then I got used as bait and we took down the guys who were trying to kill me but then they said that they knew you and I didn't have a choice, Tae. I did what I had to."

Your brother was completely silent while you spoke, only blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes when you had finished. "And him?" He asked, jutting his chin towards Baekhyun.

"I was the one who brought her in." Baek spoke before you could, and effectively telling your brother the one thing you wouldn't have mentioned. "I had a deal outside of her apartment building, and she came home right in the middle of it. She put up a good fight, but I got her and now here we are."

You shifted nervously, picking at the fabric of your pants with eyes that flickered back and forth between Baekhyun and your brother. Your brother leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair and messing it up. "So you're the reason we're going through this shit again?" He huffed, standing up straight out of the chair. He only took a few steps forward, but everything about him screamed that he was a second from snapping. "You-" His voice was raising and he aggressively pointed at Baekhyun, stepping close enough this time that his fingertip was inches away from Baekhyun's face. "You are the reason that everything has gone to shit again?"

Baekhyun's face was steeled- a dangerous sort of calm as he reached up and moved your brothers hand out of face. "Yeah."

The hand that Baekhyun had moved away suddenly curled into a fist and flashed forward so quickly you would have missed it if not for your hyper vigilance in the tense atmosphere. Baekhyun's head had snapped backwards, one arm reaching backwards to steady himself on the back of the couch and the other flinging forward to grab onto your brothers shirt. He pushed himself off of the couch with his legs and used his momentum to shove Tae backwards. Tae tripped over the coffee table and fell backwards, Baekhyun quickly getting on top of him. Baek's knees were on your brothers forearms and he was sitting on his chest to keep him pinned. Your brain finally kicked in and you lunged off the couch, throwing yourself across the table to tackle Baekhyun off of him, and as soon as Baek's weight was gone, your brother rolled over and got up, swinging at Baek again.

"Tae, stop!" You yelled, trying to grab his arms, but he shook you off roughly and went after Baekhyun again and again. Grabbing his arms again, you tried to pin them behind his back but he shoved you this time, sending you crashing into the table.

"You motherfucker!" Tae screamed, throwing his leg out to kick Baekhyun in his side, who managed to grab his leg and yank him to the floor, rolling on top of him again. "You fucking asshole, do you have any idea what you've done?" He bucked and threw Baekhyun off of him, shooting up onto his knees to drive an elbow into Baekhyun's chest. The two continued to grapple on the floor until you had finally had enough, anxiety and adrenaline and upset all bubbling forward until you abruptly sat on the couch and burst into tears.

Your brother was just venting, and you knew it, but for some reason you couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that despite all of the attacks on him, Baekhyun had yet to retaliate against your brother even once. Every move he had made towards Tae was purely of defense and attempts to pin him, and it showed you a different side of Baekhyun. Maybe you were being self-centered in the whole situation, thinking things were because of you when they probably weren't, trying to make yourself into a victim when you most likely didn't have a right to be, but there was a part of you that believed Baekhyun was trying to spare you as much in the situation as possible.

And the situation was one that honestly scared you, and wondered where your brother had been keeping all of this rage and sadness bottled up inside of him. He was screaming about the times before and how things had been so, so good, and it broke your heart. You knew he wouldn't ever turn out the way you had, that he wouldn't make the same rash decisions you had at his age, but watching him throw perfectly formed punches with a brutal amount of force behind them made you think about the circumstances in which he had learned them.

The two stopped almost immediately, both freezing in place before turning to look at you. Your brother managed to scramble over first, fixing his hair with one hand and using the other to awkwardly pat your shoulder.

"You two are such assholes!" You blubbered, gesturing vaguely between the two of them. "This- this isn't what I wanted, I just wanted you not to hate me and cut me off and-"

"I don't hate you." Your brother rushed out, almost slurring his words with how fast he tried to speak. "And I'm not gonna cut you off or anything so just- just don't do that." He gestured to your face, cringing away from you after. "Just don't cry, I don't know how to handle people crying."

So you cried more. "I didn't have a choice, Tae, they knew where you lived!"

"I know, I know." He frantically tried to soothe you. "I'm not mad at you, I just don't want things to be like before-"

"I didn't have a choice then either, Tae! Neither of them were working and we were starting to get eviction threats, for Christ's sake. I did what I had to!"

"You left me-"

"They threw me out! Beat the shit out of me and then threw me on the streets in the middle of the fucking night." Your voice broke again, and it was then that Baekhyun slumped down on your other side, his arm finding its way onto your hunched back, his thumb gliding gently. "I was fifteen, too young for a real job and no where else to go. I didn't have a choice, Tae. I just did what I could to make shit work." There was a long pause after you finished, the silence of the room filled with your shaky breathing and sniffles.

"Well, it didn't." He finally said. His voice was harsh and firm and he turned to glare down at you, lips pursed like he had something more to say. Instead of speaking, he just licked his lips and huffed, turning on his heel and walking down the hallway, leaving you and Baekhyun in the wavering silence of the living room. Wavering because you were trying to pull it together, to turn the sobbing into silence, relapsing back into cries every couple of tries. Baekhyun was still being quiet, not getting too close as you worked through your shit, and eventually you had pulled it together enough to speak clearly.

"I guess that's our cue to show ourselves out." You said with a shaky voice, rubbing the palms of your hands against your legs before patting them and standing.

He reached out and grabbed one of your hands, cupping it in both of his before grabbing the other one and covering it. "You're shaking," He murmured, sounding like he was talking more to himself than he was to you.

You shifted your weight awkwardly, pulling your hands from him and shoving them into your jacket pockets. "Can we just go already?" You whined, already moving towards the door. He trailed after you, putting his shoes on halfway before following you out of the door and fixing them as he went. He came up behind you and tried to pull your hand out of your pocket, but you yanked yourself away from him and quickened your pace, eager to get home and sleep and forget about all of this as soon as possible.

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A few hours, a good cry, and a fat nap later, you found yourself waking up in the near middle of the night. You had skipped dinner after your explanation to Suho (who looked like a disappointed father when you returned) and went right to your room, and you could feel the effects of not eating coiling in your stomach after so long. Still in your clothes from earlier, you stumbled out of your room and headed towards the kitchen.

The light was already on in there, and the sliding door that lead to the smoking room was open a few inches. You ignored it, pouring yourself a glass of water and heating it up in the microwave for some tea. Rummaging around in the fridge yielded nothing but leftovers and small snacks, so you settled for kimchi and cold fried rice, eating while your tea steeped. It wasn't until you had shoveled your first large bite of mixed food into your mouth that you heard the muffled cursing from the room beside you. Cheeks still puffed from the food, you stood and made your way over to the door and peeked in.

You were surprised to see Baekhyun sitting there, an open bottle of whiskey and a tall glass filled halfway with the said drink next to him. He was fiddling with something in his hands, and as you opened the door wilder and walked in, you realized he was running his lighter down a barely lit joint.

"Damn," He hissed, putting it out before attempting to relight it, and even from where you were standing, you could see how his form hunched in the chair and how his hands were shaking. He hadn't even noticed you were in the room yet, showing you just how smashed he was, so you walked over to him and snatched the joint from him, setting it in between your lips and pulling to light it. After you exhaled the smoke and checked to make sure it wasn't canoeing like before, you passed it back to him. He took it and immediately inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose before hitting it again and passing it back to you.

"What are you doing, Baek?" You asked him quietly. "I thought I was the one with midnight breakdowns around here."

He laughed humorlessly, a quick scoff that made you sit straight. "I needed everything to stop for a little while." He replied, taking a long swig of his drink. "Was too loud." He mumbled.

You reached over and took the bottle, dragging it to your side of the coffee table before taking a long sip, wincing from the burn after. "Wanna talk about it?" You ashed the joint and passed it back to him, but your only answer was a long groan as a soft thud as his head hit the table.

"I fuck up everything in sight." He whined, lifting his head just enough to take a long puff before setting it back down again. "No matter where I go, I fuck things up so I feel good and then it bites me in the ass later."

"What'd you do this time?" You asked, barely managing to hide the amusement in your voice, although any that you felt was immediately squashed after he spoke next.

"You." He moaned miserably, burying his head in his arms. You didn't know how to answer and just decided not to, watching the ashes fall from the end of the paper and flutter to the floor. "I've never had to deal with this shit before. Anyone I've brought in, I've never been close to like this. I didn't just see what I did to you, but I had to face your brother and see what I did to him too. And I can't fix any of it, can't do a damn thing about it."

"Why is it bothering you so much, Baek?" You leaned over and placed your hand on his head, threading your fingers through his soft hair and running your hand through it to soothe him. "I'm not mad anymore, I've accepted it."

'Because I have big feelings for you. I don't wanna name them yet because that shit scares me, but I do." His free hand reached upwards to cover yours on his head, stilling it. He didn't turn to look at you, but somehow you got the feeling that he wasn't as smashed as you had thought.

"What feelings?" You surprised yourself by asking.

"Sappy shit." He spat out, sounding almost angry. "I like your face, but I like your smile more. I like your eyes and your stupid nose and your witch cackle laugh and the weird snort you sometimes do when you try not to laugh. I like how much you like penguins and sharks and how loyal and strong you are. I like how hard you've worked to take car of your brother, and how you're trying to take care of me now. I like how excited you get when you talk about shit you like because you're just so fucking cute sometimes that it disgusts me, and then I get disgusted by how much I like liking you. It shouldn't be like this but it is and I know shit won't go anywhere because I fucked your life up again, and it doesn't matter if you don't hate me for it because I already hate myself." He rambled on and on, stopping only once to take another insanely long drag of the joint, followed by an even longer swig of his whiskey, draining the glass.

"I'm only gonna say this straight because of how drunk you are, it's kind of hard to get embarrassed." You smiled, reaching with your other hand to take the joint from him and place it down in the ashtray. You pulled both of his hands away from himself, pulling him into a straight sitting position and locking eyes with him. "I'm pretty sure I like you too. You annoy me but it's only because the things you say make me embarrassed, and I hate how I can't react the way I want to around you. My heart does fucking flips in my chest and I feel like throwing up all of time because I'm stuck between wanting to touch you and wanting to stay away so I didn't catch these feelings, but obviously it didn't work, because here we are."

" 'M drunk," He whispered, slurring his words slightly. His eyes were cast aside, avoiding yours as best as she could, so you grabbed him by the cheeks and forced him to look at you.

"You are, but that doesn't mean this isn't real." He leaned into your palms, turning his head to the side to press a light kiss to your hand.

You laughed lightly, starting to draw your hands back. Baekhyun followed your movements, rising on wobbly legs to lean over the coffee table towards you, slumping clumsily towards you. His forehead knocked into yours harshly and he lost balance, nearly falling on top of you, but you were quick enough to steady him and laughed breathlessly. His eyes were closed, his breath warm as his god damn whiskey breath smacked you in the face, but the tension in the air was enough that you ignored it, moving your eyes from his closed ones to his lips, and you decided to hurry up and just do it, surging upwards to close the gap.

His reaction was instantaneous- his arms flying up to your back, one of them sliding upwards to wind itself tightly into your hair. His mouth slotted sloppily over yours, using his hand in your hair to angle your head to deepen the kiss. He stepped around the small coffee table, managing not to lose contact with your body, instead pressing himself against you. The space between you two was minimal, reduced to nothing as he absolutely dominated the kiss. It was hot and heavy and aggressive, like a stretched out rubber band that was about to snap at any moment.

Baekhyun spun your bodies around, taking up where you had previously been sitting on the chair and yanking you down onto his lap. The hand in your hair tightened, pulling your head back sharply and breaking the kiss, allowing Baekhyun the room to mouth hotly at you neck, pressing open mouthed kisses and laving his tongue down to your clavicle before moving back upwards to bite down near your pulse point. You keened, moaning airily at the sensations. Your hand flew upwards, grappling at his shoulder to find purchase, to steady yourself in the too fast and too intense situation.

The hand wrapped around your waist slinked lower, his hand coming down to palm your ass, gripping it roughly before moving back to your waist, pulling your hips down to grind harshly into his. You were turned on enough at this point that the smallest bit of pressure sent your nerves haywire, and feeling his already hard length pressing into you sent your body up in flames. Your breath hitched, choking on the groan that rose in your throat, and you could feel the vibrations on your neck from Baekhyun's satisfied hum.

"So eager already." He murmured, pulling back from you to stare at you with hazy eyes. His hands never stopped moving, one moving back to your ass and the other trailing to your front to palm your heat through your jeans. His hands would fiddle with he button of your jeans before trailing down to your center, putting pressure against you as he dragged his hand back upwards again to the button. "Want me to touch you, baby?"

"Yes," you breathed, shuddering on his lap. "Please, Baekhyun."

He hummed, flicking open the button and pulling down your zipper far enough that his hand fit in, and he wasted no time in touching you. His fingers dragged roughly over your panties before finding the edges, wiggling his hand past the band and right onto your soaked mound. "So wet, so hot." He said, fingers gliding across your clit with ease, sending you bucking into him. "Want you so much, wanna bend you over this table and fuck you stupid right here."

You groaned , placing your hands behind you on Baekhyun's knees to steady yourself, leaning back to there was more room between the two of you. He started to tug at the waistband of your jeans, and you lifted off of his lap so he could tug them down for you. He was frenzied now, moving so quickly that he didn't bother taking your pants all the way off, leaving the jeans and panties dangling from one of your ankles. Instead of sitting back on his lap, he flipped you over and pinned your body to the couch, stuffing two fingers inside of you.

Your hips bucked, forcing Baekhyun to put his hands on your hips and push to keep you still. A long, feral moan tore from your throat, one arm flying into his hair to grip tightly. His fingers were long and thin, reaching deeper parts of you that you could never reach yourself, and as he crooked his fingers inside of you, you felt like you were melting into the couch.

"Please," You begged, voice breathy and words slurred almost to the point of in-coherency. "Please, Baek, need more." You groaned, attempting to roll your hips into his. He didn't respond, opting to move instead. Without a word, he slid his body down yours until his face was directly in front of your sopping heat, and you watched him lick his lips once before diving in.

The second his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked your body caved in on itself, body twitching at the sudden over-stimulation. His fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, his wrist flicking skillfully to drag them along your inner walls in rhythm with his swirling tongue. He was eating you like a man starved, and had you not been so many sheets to the wind, you might've been embarrassed at the obscene noises the two of you were making.

Your body shuddered, walls fluttering over his fingers as he pushed you closer to the edge. You whined desperately, writhing on the couch underneath his onslaught. "Gonna come on my fingers, baby?" Baekhyun suddenly sat up onto his knees, putting more force behind his hand. "I want you to, wanna see you dripping all over my hand, wanna see your face all fucked out underneath me. Would you like that, baby?" Moaning loudly, you nodded frantically, eyes screwed shut. You could feel the pressure building, the coil in your stomach burning bright red with the heat you were feeling You just needed one good push, just a little more to send you over the edge, and Baekhyun didn't disappoint. His other hand trailed upwards from where it had been occupied with your breasts, up to your throat where it curled around it, fingers squeezing with just enough pleasure to have your head tipping back and hips stuttering.

Everything was building up, it was reaching a peak so intense that it almost scared you. You had never felt like this before, not this fast, and most certainly not just from someones fingers. His thumb rubbing on your clit, his fingers hitting all the right spots inside you, and his had wrapped around your throat was finished off by his single word. "Cum." And you did. You did so strongly that you swear you blacked out for a moment, eyes squeezed shut tightly enough that white exploded behind them, Your body arched higher than it had before, shuddering and twitching as he continued his onslaught, high pitched whines flowing continuously from you.

"Good girl." He said, slowing his thrusts gradually, letting you ride out the last bits of your high. He pulled his fingers from you slowly, dragging them over your clit and sending you whining, body twisting to get away from the near painful sensations. His hand reached up to smooth over your mussed up hair, and even as your body shook from the aftershocks, your eyes slid closed. You were trying to catch your breath, but Baekhyun was trying to clumsily detach himself from you. Eventually he did so and disappeared for a moment, returning shortly with a few tissues.

"Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, baby girl." You hummed in complacent agreement, not yet having the energy or will to move. He carefully dressed you back up, not bothering the button your pants all the way, however, as he attempted to help you up. Both of you were still shaky, but the experience seemed to have sobered him up enough that he could support your weight. The two of you made your way back into your room, Baekhyun flopping onto your bed while you slowly changed, before settling in beside him. As the two of you situated yourselves, intertwining legs and maneuvering arms around, you realized that this was a type of complacent you hadn't felt in a long time, a content, calm, and happy feeling settling inside your chest. It was with this warmth, this content inside and out, and in Baekhyun's arms that you drifted off to sleep, for once not worried about tomorrow.

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wild valley pt8 | chanyeol

.summary. Park Chanyeol; sweat rolling down a naked back mixed with motor oil, you; white sugar sticking to your gums at sunset– ice cream flavored. Drugs, booze, money. He’s everything you’re not, the question is – for how long? .word count. 7k .mechanic!au | gang!au | car shop!au. .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. smut, fluff, romance

.warnings. mature language, sexual content, oral (for both), choking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, butt plug, multiple rounds .author’s note. finallyYYYY ♫ let me set the mood ♫

teaser. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6. part 7. (m) part 8. (m)

As the door falls into lock, the warmth of the room hits you. Though it would be possible that the heating has been on this entire time, you highly doubt it. Even with your exposed legs and arms, you’re filled with the feeling of heat, glowing around you and brushing over your chest. Chanyeol turns to look at you, his eyes tracing your shape as if he can see the sparks of radiance dropping from your skin and burning holes into the blue carpet under your feet. Maybe, if you wait long enough, they’ll come crawling back up between your toes and up your legs. Burning ashes that leave trails on your skin.

It would be appropriate, since you think of Chanyeol as a sun of his own. Since the first time you laid eyes upon him, his gravity pulled you along, like a giant magnet to drag you past time. Warm, and bright, life beaming from every seam. “Is— I didn’t know you lived this far from the garage,” you mumble, acutely aware of his gaze on the soft parts of your neck, where his marks are sure to lay like a landmap. “It’s pretty,” you nod, carefully brushing your fingertips over the records tossed messily on top of the table neighboring the door.

Chanyeol’s gaze shifts from your neck to look around the room, as if objectively observing it for the first time in a while. “You’re pretty,” he responds, and though you expect a grin to make it’s way to his lips at the comment, it doesn’t. “I don’t actually live here, though I might as well. This is -uhm- a place I was planning on buying, surprisingly. Not the whole house, just this room,” he corrects, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he follows your movements. “I didn’t end up buying it, but I did happen to befriend the owner. Now this is — my little haven, kind of.”

You swallow as you nod, looking at his pretty face from under your lashes. The knowledge of this little fact makes you feel electric inside, though it shouldn’t. It’s a dominating feeling, selfish at the touch, and despite this you ache for another glimpse as soon as it fades. “You took me, of all people, to your little haven?” you ask, as you saunter closer. Though you know what you want, and what you want to hear, it feels strange asking for it. Definitely now you’re not pressed deliriously close to his body, like you were mere minutes ago. Your question lingers in the silence for a long while, as Chanyeol seems to genuinely consider it.

With the relaxed slouch of his posture, he sighs. “Yeah, I guess so,” he says, big eyes finding yours. He seems to hesitate for a second, a flash of uncertainty meeting his features, one that you don’t know how to handle. Chanyeol has, for as little as you’ve really spent time with him, always seemed like an enigma. A confident one, always knowing the right words at the right time and though you wouldn’t hold it against him, he doesn’t seem much like a flawed human at the best of times. The things you said earlier are true. He’s infuriatingly hot, and not only on the outside.

If anything, his core seems to be the root of the warmth that he exudes, melting his study facade into something more malleable, something you feel comfortable holding onto. “Okay,” you respond, eyes finding the bumps of the blue carpet as a safety net.

“Come here,” Chanyeol calls, and you oblige gratefully. His larger hands gather yours, as he moves you to stand in between his legs. When you look up at him again, your belly drops. This feels too much, too close and so majorly unsafe that your heart stops beating for a little while. But just as soon, it flips into overdrive, leading you to transform the space between your bodies into just a sliver.

From his place on the edge of the bed, he places his large hands on your hips, bending you towards him more as his face moves to slot into the crook of your neck. It feels exposing, so much more in the bright lights of his room. Here he can see your every flush, hear your every stutter and though more public, you felt hidden pressed to the wall in the room downstairs. Chanyeol doesn’t seem to notice your doubts, and if he does he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he trails his lips down your collarbones, teasing you with nibbles and sharp sucks to the already sensitive parts of your neck, and even further down, marking your collarbones as his now too.

Your hands reach up to tangle in his white hair, as you lift your legs to rest them over his own, settling on his lap gratefully. “Chanyeol.” Your breathing is heavy, blood thick with the feeling of him around you. Chanyeol’s movements harden, sharpening under the softness of his skin and for this you are grateful, in a way. His softness, if anything but, is too velvety to be spent on someone like you. Too precious to be wasted on a person pressed to his body and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Chanyeol groans softly, as you dig your nails into his still clad back, though you long to rip it off already.

No, his softness shouldn’t be wasted on you. Though it’s been mere minutes since he’s had you shaking in his hands, he seems hungry again, aching to take his share. His right hand slips around the curve of your ass and under your body, middle finger tracing shapes over your damp panties, while you cock your head back to take in a breath. God, he feels so good, pressed around you. His kisses pause for a second to allow him a look into your eyes, dripping with darkness like that of the night. “Take your shirt off,” he rasps, to which you gratefully and eagerly oblige.

You pull your shirt overhead and your hair tie out to let your hair spill over your shoulders. Your shirt is flung somewhere on the bed, as Chanyeol’s hand continues the teasing touches of two fingers, so close yet way too far to be satisfying. His mouth comes down again to drag open mouth kisses all over your chest, free hand snapping your bra open smoothly. His lips are burning on your skin, breath hot as he kisses your breasts with a surprising tenderness. His free hand kneads one of your breasts, as the other slips under your panties and spreads your wetness around your bottom lips. All the while, his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking sharply as you grab desperately at his wide shoulders.

“Chanyeol,” you breathe, sounding ever so needy, “I wanna touch you too.” In response he bites down softly on your sensitive bud, and smiles. You just know he’s enjoying this way too much for his own good, having you a begging, blubbering mess in his hands. And though you’d love to disprove it, there’s nothing more you want right now than him, filling you to the brim. He rolls your other nipple in between his fingers, marking your chest as his domain, before pulling away from you with a pop. His hands drag down your body smoothly, brushing over your thighs and grabbing under your knees. When you catch his eyes, he smiles playfully, and peeks out his tongue to wet his lips.

“Give me a little while to taste you first,” he says as he flips you over and tosses you unceremoniously in the bed, “I’ve been waiting too long already.” You shuffle back until you’re comfortable, and watch as his shape stalks on the bed towards you, eyes bright but brows furrowed. His hands trail up the insides of your legs as he gets close, spreading your thighs for him. Once again tonight, you’re drenching your panties and clenching around nothing, at the full mercy of the white haired man on top of you.

He takes a little while to admire you, spread out on his blankets, before he hooks his finger around your panties and drags them down, forcing your legs closed to slide them off. It barely gives any friction at all, which is why you sigh in impatience, much to Chanyeol’s amusement. Again, he opens your legs, this time pushing his thumb over your core and dragging up to your clit with the slowest movements you’ve ever seen anyone use. “God, Chanyeol,” you moan, “hurry it up.” He chuckles again, and starts circling your clit with a slowness that will make you go mad, if he doesn’t fill you up with anything soon.

Before you have the chance to complain again, he lowers himself entirely, and starts trailing kisses up your thighs. Your hands find purchase on his head automatically when he slides two fingers in without warning, filling you with a single smooth move. His thick fingers spread you open, and though you were spread wider earlier, your walls are sensitive with the pressure. “Tell me, sugar,” he brings out in between the messy kisses he presses to your skin, “what do you want right now?”

His digits slide deeper inside, reaching parts you don’t dare to dream of reaching yourself, with just breathy whispers of praise between your bodies to keep you from melting to him completely. His motions go hard to harder, meeting your eager rolls with a swift flick of your most sensitive part to drive you effectively mad. His fingers make a come hither motion to reach at your walls, before scissoring them to spread you wide open, as you moan with your head thrown back. “Please— ugh, Chanyeol- fuck.”

Your murmured objections to his playfulness make him grin, dragging his teeth and tongue over your core. All the while, his two fingers thrust in sharply, leaving you breathless for a second, before his mouth joins his thumb to slot around your clit. The heat of his mouth is intoxicating, filling you with a sloppy dizziness that leaves you entirely vulnerable to his touches. He goes from soft kitten licks to a more rhythmic attack of your bud and lips, obscenely licking and slurping your wetness and if the music wasn’t loud enough to cover your sounds you’d color fire on your cheeks. His fingers don’t give you a single second of rest, only speeding up with the tightening of your core, as he calls your name.

You’re too distracted to answer though, he seems to know this too. His tongue rubs over the nub without mercy, and for maybe the first time in your life you feel like an orgasm is coming too quickly. Your legs lean into a cramp with the violent speed with which your belly tightens, flaring heat all over and in a single instant, you’re scared with how easily your body reacts to another’s touch. You hold your breath and whine from your throat, but Chanyeol shows no signs of stopping. So with trembling hands you grab at his face from both sides to push him off you, as you curl from the mattress. “Ah, Chanyeol, wait!” you pant, squirming in place as his hand rams in your tightening cunt again, “S-Stop, God!” Chanyeol looks up at you when his fingers still deep inside you, his lips and chin wet with your juices.

His eyes are wide at the interruption, scared he might have hurt you in some way. You’re still trembling like a reed though, and blink down at him to rid yourself of some of the haze blasted over you. “You okay?” he confirms, to which you nod your head immediately. His tongue on you right now is just too much, too much pleasure for your body to take and you allow yourself to wait just slightly to let yourself come down a tad.

“I’m okay, just— your mouth is… too much.”

He lifts a brow. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Fucking please,” your eyes blink away some wetness as you nod at him again, “move your- m- your hand.” He does, thrusting his curled fingers into you slow but hard, as he keeps his eyes on you. The painting is front of you is dirty, lust dripping from his every seam, like you’re the only meal he’s had in the last week and he wants every part of you to fill him up entirely. When you clench around his hand with a whimper, a small curl comes to his lips, still fucking into you.

“You’re this sensitive, but you don’t want me to stop?” It’s a comment more than a question, as he licks the wetness from his lips. You breathe a small ‘yes’, wanting to shut your eyes tightly as his thumb finds your clit again, sending spikes of both pleasure and pain through you with the sensitivity of earlier. Chanyeol’s lips curl into a full grin at this, cheshire-like, with the idea that no matter what, you don’t want him to quit. As his breath brushes over your wet core, he hums in agreement. “Pick me a safeword, sugar. I’m going to treat you tonight, and I need to know when to stop before I ravish you whole.”

His words only make you more wound up, the heat of his fingers slipping in and out along with the tight coil in your belly putting you so close to the edge you can’t think straight. You’d find yourself pathetic, if you didn’t feel so mind-numbingly fucked out. When Chanyeol pinches your clit with his free hand, your body jerks below him, eyes on the white of the ceiling. “Ah— uh, I—” you struggle, one hand fisting into the blankets so hard your knuckles go white. “Ugh— whiskey! Whiskey, whiskey,” you chant, thighs clenching around him, to which Chanyeol gives an appreciative lick to your dripping core. His mouth then replaces his thumb on your clit, and goes back to the almost painful circling that you interrupted just a bit ago.

“Whiskey it is,” he grins between messy kisses and licks, adding a third finger into you devilishly slow. Sure enough, the tightness of your core returns in an instant, coil too tightly wound to have any chance at surviving much longer. You open your mouth to say something back to his cocky tone, but are silenced when he fucks his fingers into you again, dangling you over the edge. Chanyeol notices your state and wraps his mouth around you tightly, lips and tongue on you, with fingers curling into your spot. When you groan desperately, black dots start to play across your vision, leaving you aching for more and Chanyeol gladly gives in.

His touch gets even faster, stuffing you full of him and with your slick and his spit dripping down you to ruin the bed sheets. He hardens his tongue to let you grind up your core against his face, thighs wrapping tight around him as he hums. And the heat keeps building until you’re sure you’re starting an inferno between the two of you, muscles giving out on him and back curling from the mattress so far that you could resemble a spring. Without any more, you come around his fingers, vision going black and stark white. His fingers don’t still in you one second, though he groans with your grip on his hair. He works you kindly through your drawn out orgasm, drinking up all you’re giving him. Your back drops back to the bed as you come down, lip pulled so tight between your lips you’re tasting blood.

“Chanyeol,” you bring out, so loud that the entire house must hear you, “fuck!” But he doesn’t let you rest one second. His tongue is still moving on you, fingers ramming in you again. The pressure on your sensitive bud is too much, it’s agonizing in the best way. “Stop, Chanyeol,” you moan, trying to push your thighs closed around him, without luck. “It’s too much— ah, s-stop.”

“Safeword,” he just says, enjoying your squirming. Part of you wants him to stop, really, since the jerks your body makes are vicious. But the other part aches to press him even closer, to let him genuinely and honestly ruin you until you’re nothing more than a puddle of limbs. And though it is way too much, though tears wake their way down your temple, you don’t say the safeword once. The pain is still pleasurable, in a messed up way. When he’s finally satisfied, at least for now, he takes his mouth away from you, and gently removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, to watch your cum seep out of you. You watch as he rights himself on the bed and smiles down at you, dragging his fingers up your thighs and belly. “Okay, baby girl?” he asks, sweetness dripping from the words despite his proud grin, as he brushes your hair away from your sticky neck.

“Mhm-alive” you bring out, lifting your back to feel the sweat roll down your spine as Chanyeol moves from the bed. It makes you bounce on the soft plush of the blankets, with a soft hum. “I wanted to have you though,” you whine, lulling your head sideways to watch him in his trail towards the dresser. “You said I’d look good coming around your cock, Chanyeol.” This makes him chuckle, as he sifts through some clothes to pull out a little towel, that he tosses over at you. You watch with a tight chest as he turns back to face you, pulls his black shirt up and over his wide, muscular shoulders and as it messes up his white floof of hair, dropping the crumpled fabric next to him with a hum.

“Who said I was done with you already?” he says, voice sounding ever deep as the ocean. You hold your breath as your gaze runs over his muscular body, chest and abs stupidly defined. All of this was under that flimsy, little shirt? You swallow, finally taking a breath as your eyes trail down his tattooed shoulders and chest, all the way to where his hair trails down into his jeans. Even the thick fabric doesn’t hide the shape of the tent that you’ve given him. Cold shivers make their way over your exposed skin as you stare. Chanyeol finally moves to come back to you, his muscles rippling as he walks and you know for a fact that you’d be drooling if you didn’t forcefully shut your jaw.

Just a minute ago, you were begging him to stop, yet here you are wanting more. Needing more of him, pressed against you and in you, and filling you up until your brain blanks. The bed dips when he puts one knee down, his warm hand brushing over your nipples and down your belly. “You see, I want you.” His hand stops just short of your core, fingers tapping playfully on your belly. “I want to have you, again and again, until you can’t come unless it’s because of me. I want you screaming my name, sugar.” He drops something cold next to your thigh, and leans over you to grasp your face between his fingers. “I wanna have you until everyone in this city knows who fucked you. Would you like that?”

You don’t even have to think or you’re breathing ‘yes’, twice or maybe three times and Chanyeol rewards you with a smile, and a soft kiss to your lips, the surprise of it making your heartbeat speed up. He tastes of you, and of something more bitter, probably the alcohol of earlier. “I’m going to fuck you so good that you can’t sit or stand without feeling me there, for the next week,” he rasps, pulling back from you, “I promise.” The image is planted deep in your brain, imaging you walking with the imprint of Chanyeol still all over you, inside you. You want nothing more, and Chanyeol clearly knows this. He removes his hand from you to drop his jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off and away as he joins you. The weight of him on the bed makes you clench in anticipation.

Who would have thought you’d be this weak for him? Well, everyone, probably, except for you. You sit up to grab onto his thick thighs, loving the hiss he lets out under your nails. He has a condom in hand, and though you’re not sure where he got it from, you don’t really give a shit. You’re too busy running your hands up to brush over his clothed dick, feeling the heat even through the fabric of his boxers. He’s rock solid, probably has been since he fingered you against the wall, and your mouth automatically drops open. You want to taste him too, suddenly overcome with the need and idea of it.

“Sugar,” Chanyeol calls for your attention, gathering your hair in his hands but you’re busy. You need him filling your mouth, like— right now. Without another breath you tug his boxers down, watching his cock flip up against his belly, exposing his length to you. God, he’s so pretty. Red, long and thick, with two thick veins running up to the head. Your one hand cups his balls as you lean down, while your other grabs him tight, making Chanyeol moan. “Ah, fuck.” Your first lick is careful, testing the waters as you look up at him through thick lashes. For the first time, Chanyeol looks pained. Pained with what you’re doing to him, because you can tell that he wants nothing more than to fill you up as well.

The idea is invigorating. That he wants you just as much as you’ve been wanting him, feverishly begging for it though you didn’t realize it yourself. You sigh and run your tongue all over his head, before opening your mouth wide and taking him as deep as he fits. Which isn’t too deep, honestly. Chanyeol’s too big to fit in all the way, but you do your best to grasp the rest with your hands. Chanyeol’s head falls back as you watch him, exposing his beautiful neck and the few marks you’ve managed to give him in return. You moan around him, and let his dick slide as far into your mouth as you can, before pulling back and again. With this movement, your tongue drags over the veins of his cock, making him grunt deliciously.

When Chanyeol looks back down at you, his grip tightens in your hair, bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. “Ah, holy fuck, baby. Your mouth is perfect.” You jerk the rest of his dick with your hands, hollowing your cheeks around him, as spit drips from the corners of your mouth and over your hands. His precum tastes salty and slightly bitter, slipping down your throat with every swallow. “You need some help, baby girl?” Chanyeol asks, to which you nod eagerly, one hand finding a hold on his flexed thigh. He nods, before slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth, as you let your jaw hang loose to fit him in.

Though you can tell he’s being gentle, his dick hits the back of your throat with every thrust, making your eyes sting. Chanyeol’s hands subconsciously tighten in your hair to give a delicious pull, his hips finding a steady rhythm with which he fucks your face, as you do your best not to choke. “So— pretty,” he grunts, “you look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.” You suck as hard as you can while being so full, and squeeze around him with your hand as he speeds up to a brutal pace, closing your eyes. One particularly hard thrust makes you choke around him, Chanyeol hissing as your teeth brush over him.

He slows down just a little to let you take a deep breath through your nose, fingers brushing comfortingly over your cheek. You cup his balls in your hand and squeeze, feeling his dick twitch with a strangled moan from the man above you. “You’re doing so well, sugar,” he says, and you’re inclined to believe him since his free hand is clenched into a fist so tight his knuckles peek through the redness of his skin. As you swallow around him, Chanyeol brushes your hair out of your face, his cock sliding in and out so rough it burns your lips. Chanyeol’s second hand now joins his grip on you, fucking your face with as much care he can manage to bring while desperate to come. “Shit, I’m close.”

When you look up at him through teary eyes that most definitely make you look positively fucked, he pulls out and pulls his perfect bottom lip between his teeth, as something resembling a growl falls from his throat. “Where do you want it?” he asks, letting your hair drop on your back to wrap his hand around his thick member, jerking it fast. With a pout you open your mouth, and put out your tongue for him. This makes him flush, giving you two desperate blinks as he pushes the head to your tongue and lips. “Fuck, you want me to come in your pretty, wet mouth? Want to taste me on your tongue, baby girl?” You hum again, and cock your head back further to allow him the space needed.

The slick sounds of his hand running rapidly over his hard member continue until Chanyeol suddenly places his hand on your head and pulls you closer. Thick ropes of cum land on your tongue, that you swallow easily, despite his harsh hold on you. Chanyeol groans loudly as he comes, head thrown back to expose his beautiful neck and tattooed arms flexing. You cup his balls and squeeze them to milk him of everything he’s got, staying in place on your knees until he pulls back from you and gives you a little smile. “Jesus Christ,” he exhales, “your mouth should be illegal.” His explicit words make you flush, despite what you did not twenty seconds before.

You slide back on the bed to stretch out, feeling slightly pouty that you didn’t get to have him fill you, but still satisfied with the events. When you drop your head to the pillows, you smile back at Chanyeol from your lower position. He licks his lips, before moving closer to you and kicking his boxers off the rest of the way. He settles on his knees in between your legs, before grabbing both your thighs and spreading them wider. To your surprise, his hands slide up again, meeting your core again. Your eyes widen as you see him rub two fingers back in the mess between your legs with a concentrated frown. “Ch-chanyeol?” you mumble, thigh twitching with his sinful movements yet again. “What are you—?” You’re cut off when his index finger curls soft circles around your abused clit.

Chanyeol gives you a sharp look, before moving back over your body. “You shouldn’t be getting sleepy now, baby,” he hums, the nickname sounding sweet, “if you wanna fit me in here, I’ll need you wide and awake.” Your stomach drops at that, mouth opening. He’s still going? But you— As if hearing your doubts, Chanyeol circles your hole with his wet fingers, dragging it up and down your slit. “Unless you’re already tired.” The teasing tone drips from his words as he spreads you open on his fingers again, the stretch feeling familiar but a tad sore. “Unless you don’t want to come again, of course,” he frowns, though his lips are curled up at the ends as he talks.

“No, I— I want it,” you immediately refute, “I want you.” Chanyeol hums softly again, before bringing his hand down on your sensitive mound with a slap. You squeak loudly, and grab his forearm tight for support. “Ah, fuck, Yeol— please, I want you to fill me up,” you repeat, lashes fluttering with the wetness that pools at the edges of your eyes. The sensitivity of your center since earlier hasn’t dimmed at all, the lack of touch seems to have made you even more over-sensitive in fact. Yeol seems to know this very well, because his eyes keep flicking to your face at every touch, checking your sanity every few seconds.

You close your eyes as he leans his much larger body over you, mouth finding your nipple as his fingers fill you up for the third time tonight. Your body curls as if automatic at his touches, the feeling lovingly painful. You imagine this is what feeling electrified feels like, sharp sparks jittering through your veins without stopping. Your belly feels tight again, muscles sore with the continued abuse on your clit. Chanyeol switches to the other boob as he fingers you, tongue soothing your painful marks. His free hand rubs soft circles on the inside of your thigh, melting you into the sheets. Suddenly his fingertips leave your thigh, and a significantly colder something is pressed to your core.

You open your eyes to a smirk of the white-haired man, his fingers continuing a leisurely pace all the while. He presses the thing up and down your slit a few times, before starting to circle your bottom hole. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth as you keep his eyes. It feels strange, but not in a bad way. Chanyeol presses a kiss to your temple as he pulls his fingers from inside you to stuff them in your mouth, leaning most of his weight on his elbow. You mumble incoherent words around his fingers as the metal thing is pressed into you for just a second before pulling back. “Have you played with a plug before, sugar?” he asks, face so deliriously close to you, you can barely breathe.

You poke out your tongue to wet your lips, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. His fingers slip out of your mouth and make a wet trail down your cheek. Your lips come to meet his gently though, tongues intertwining in a mess of mutual lust. He tastes like you, moaning into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip while pulling back. When the metal is rubbed around your hole in circles again, you flush and toss your head back, hiding your face from his view. “I— uh- n-no, never,” you stutter, slightly embarrassed. But Chanyeol just presses a kiss to the corner of your lips, and takes the metal plug away from you for a moment.

“Would you like to try?” His hand brushes soft circles over your tummy, before grasping your hip. You hesitate for a second, before nodding just once. “You’ll feel extra full,” he says, which makes you clench around nothing with the idea. Chanyeol alone would probably already make you feel a raving mess, the thought of more sounds— almost dangerous. Again you nod, whining slightly as he unlinks your arms from him, fingers instead tangling in the bed sheets tightly. He scoots down your body a bit, and to your surprise, he’s already hard again. You want to sob with how badly you’re aching to feel him, but do your best to be patient as Chanyeol’s hands make contact with your legs again.

He smiles up at you when the chilly metal slides over your skin again, sending shivers over your limbs. Gently, he bends your legs back towards your chest, folding you over like a binder. You open your legs to look at him while he does, the metal piece pressing against you. It’s quite pretty, you have to admit, the top of it decorated with a pink heart that shimmers even in the dark. Your wetness covers the cone. Chanyeol pushes it in slowly, stretching your tight hole with a gentleness, making you swallow. Your body tenses for a second at the foreign feeling, but soon enough you relax into the plush. It feels strange, stretching the more he slides it in, giving a pressure inside you in a way you’ve never felt before. The plug slides in the rest of the way itself, making you feel— just— tight. You feel endlessly tight. “Good?” Chanyeol asks, wiping his wet hands on the sheet for a second.

“Y-Yes,” you moan, dropping your legs back down and around his body with a small sigh, “I think so.” Chanyeol sits back on his feet to look at you for a bit, before kneading his hands in your soft ass, humming.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sugar,” he mumbles, rolling you over and up on shaky knees to meet his body halfway. His hard cock rubs over your core like this, pulling feeble whines from you. His hand connects with your ass sharply, pain blaring and making you clench and— oh. The plug shifts slightly in you with the change in position, rubbing up on the inside. You moan, just hanging onto his arm as he pulls you up against his body, arm wrapping around your upper body to keep you close, squeezing you under your boobs. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against your cheek, lips leaving trails of heat there as he presses the praises to your skin, “and all mine. You hear, sweetheart?” He pulls your head back by your hair to rest on his shoulder. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, yes— I- I’m yours, fuck,” you’re fully intending on crying, if he doesn’t soon fuck you, your every fiber so wound up you’re in physical pain. Your wetness is dripping down your legs at this point, getting cold on your skin. “Please, Chanyeol, please fuck me— pl-please.” Your pathetic begging makes Chanyeol hum, as he slides a digit into your mouth. You wrap your tongue around it and suck, as the man behind you lets go of your chest to grab the condom he tore open earlier.

“Gladly, baby girl. Because you’re asking so politely.” He lets his finger out of your mouth and rubs it up your messy slit, pushing you back onto your hands and knees. “Ugh, I know it’s selfish, but I want you to remember only me when I’m done with you.” Your hands are desperately fisted in the pillows, back arched and cunt dripping, and you honestly can’t even make a single coherent thought to respond to him. Luckily, he puts on the condom quickly, and presses his head into you. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Chanyeol sighs, bottoming out in you with a single move, and filling you to the brim. “I love looking at you, love seeing you— like this.”

Your one hand moves to cover your own mouth, because you might alarm the people downstairs with how hard you feel like screaming. The stretch is mind-numbing, and even though he doesn’t move, your orgasm is already right there, waiting for you. You bite your own finger so hard that the marks will be visible for a while, and curl your body back against him entirely. Chanyeol huffs as he takes a hold of you, and pulls back out ever so slowly, the feeling burning your insides and leaving you a hopeless mess. “Holy— God, Chanyeol- hg— so big.” Chanyeol slowly slides back inside, making you feel entirely at his mercy. He’s so far up in your guts you’d worry for your health, if he wasn’t being so gentle.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Again, out, back in. You can barely process anything else, filled entirely with Chanyeol, everywhere. Your mind, your heart, your cunt. Everything is his, though you don’t need to say it out loud for him to know. Your body trembles under him, bed shaking with the thrusts he delivers to your rag-doll like body. You must choke out something coherent around your own fingers, because Chanyeol holds you still for a second to reach under your body. “You’re close, huh? I can feel it.” The first touch he gives to your clit is enough to pull tears from your eyes, slipping down your cheeks and neck. If he rubs softly or hard, you can’t tell. Your entire body is on fire, sweat gliding down the valley of your breasts and down your spine, pleasure sending you so far away from earth you barely hear his voice.

“Mhm, f-fuck, close— so close-” you bring out, barely finishing the words before your entire body contracts, the coil almost snapping under the pressure. Your walls clench around his big cock, trembling. And just when you’re about to come, Chanyeol pulls his hand away. You pull in a breath and freeze, starting to genuinely sniffle now, as your body violently falls back from your coming high. “Wh- why did you stop?!” you blurt, eyes squeezing shut to stop more tears from slipping down. “I was so close, why- did you- do that?” Your words come out as little whimpers, but Chanyeol huffs out a laugh in response anyway. He leans his chest to your back, and presses a few apologetic kisses to your spine. “You’re so,” you hick, “mean.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers as he straightens back up, moving his hips back out of you as if to apologize, “I just wanted to have you a little longer. I wouldn’t have lasted if you were coming around me already.”

You just swallow your tears, and push yourself up on your knees to feel his body against yours again, rocking your hips back into him. “That hurt, Chanyeol. Make me cum, now.” He chuckles at your tone, and presses another kiss to your shoulder as he thrusts up into you now, holding you tight to him. The new angle is distracting, feeling even deeper. He hums in satisfaction when you moan with his hard pace, and wraps his large hand around your throat to hold you still. He rams his length in and out of you over and over as his fingers tighten around your throat, making you feel otherworldly.

The orgasm that was ripped away from you so harshly before soon creeps back up, every part of your core so over-stimulated that every touch of it could make you snap in two any second. Chanyeol’s breath washes over your skin with every thrust, the bed creaking and shaking between the two of you. Your one hand comes to rest over his around your neck, while the other digs into the thick of his thigh, the muscles flexing under your touch. “There you go, baby girl,” he grunts, the punishing slaps of his body slamming into yours filling the room. You let your tired arm drop in between your legs, and flick your fingers over the abused nub until you’re coming again, not letting up this time.

Chanyeol moans as you clench entirely around his thick member, every feeling so intense that you entirely loose it. Your mouth drops open but no sound comes out, Chanyeol’s hand warm around your throat and blood gushing between your ears. You squirm around him from the painful fullness. The only reason you stay somewhat upright is Chanyeol’s hold on you, and he soon flips you on your back as he slips out of you. “You’re so pretty this spent,” he says, opening your legs back for you and sliding back in with ease, “so good for me”. You still have black dots on your vision, one hand tangling with his larger ones as a lifeline. His balls smack into you with every thrust, making the pretty accessory below move back and forth.

With his free hand, he slips his index finger into your mouth, pushing down your tongue. You don’t get a chance to suck on the long digit, because you’re coughing around the sudden intrusion. Only half aware of you himself, he switches instead to his thumb when you pull in a much needed breath, mouthing a ‘sorry’ as he closes his eyes. His other hand grabs at your breast as he speeds up his pace even more if possible, body rippling and flexing with every thrust. “Ugh, Y/N,” he groans, dick twitching inside you. You spent what little energy you have left clenching around him, as he comes in the rubber and lands on you, spent. He rolls off you to allow you a breath and slips his finger out of your mouth, only making more of a mess between you two.

And then he presses a kiss to your swollen lips, and you’re effectively lost. His strong arm slides under your neck to pull you on your side and into him, longer legs coming to tangle with yours. And though you’re both naked, you feel warm in his hold, covered in comfort by someone you’d never expected to end the night with. You press a tired kiss to his chest in return, and look up at him with heavy eyes. He’s already looking at you, a small frown on his brows. You can’t help but giggle with how typically Chanyeol it is, leaning into his touch and burying your face there. After a little while, to your dismay, he moves to take the filled condom off, and beckons you. “Come, love, you still have to take out your present.” You pout at him, as he waits. “Come on. I’ll help you shower.”

You are barely able to push yourself up from the blankets, and slide off the bed onto very shaky legs. “You’re a piece of work, Park Chanyeol.”

This makes him laugh, the sound full as he almost doubles over. “Maybe,” he agrees, “but I’m a hot piece of work. And you’re not much better, mind you.” His large hands find your waist, pulling you to him as you stumble towards the bathroom, feeling his warm body melding to your back. The door is flung open when you lean your both hands into it, revealing a pretty open shower and more wine colored towels. The man is glued to you as you slaunter in, rubbing comforting patterns on your outer thigh and hip, leading you inside softly.

He sits you down onto the closed toilet for a second, before walking over to the shower. You stare at his back while he walks, letting the silence fall between you two. Now you’re not in his orbit anymore, you’re finding it hard to breathe, the air thick with things unspoken and though you don’t want to, you feel guilty. Chanyeol doesn’t notice your frown as he turns on the shower, letting the water warm. His right shoulder is covered entirely in a wing, running down part of his bicep and moving slightly as he checks the water for you, unaware. Your stomach drops as you stare, eyes trailing the feathers painted so elegantly on his golden tone. They seem to lovingly caress his skin, pressing hearts to the surface. With a slight croak in your voice, you call his name, and catch his eyes. “This was just for fun, right?” You repeat the line you’ve said after just about every hookup, though it sounds awkward as soon as it passes your lips.

He freezes for a second, before the familiar frown makes it’s way up his face. Though you’ve seen it so many times, you’re not sure what it means in this context. But Chanyeol moves, and reaches his hand out for you to grab. “Of course,” he says, helping you towards the shower with the same cold expression, “just a hookup, sugar.” He lowers his lips to your ear, as cold shivers bring goosebumps to your arms. “Don’t go feeling too special now.”

there we go!! this is officially the longest smut i’ve ever written, i hope it was decent. I worked on this one really hard, so I really hope you liked it~ thank you so much for your continued support and love, i read and re-read your messages any time i need a pick-me-up and you guys are just the sweetest!! thank you for reading so far, and i hope you’re excited for the next chapter.

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exo_baekhyun | Hoax pt.10

Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.

Requested by anon

pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 2.9K

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… As it has been said in a song series 04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you know” - But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD

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“I’m sorry”, your voice echoed in Baekhyun’s mind as he drove. To nowhere, he never wants to get anywhere, just- he just felt like running away, so maybe he’d make up his mind about you, about himself. What kind of person he became, all of a sudden, for you. Not that he ever strived to be like that, he just couldn’t help himself.

Now, he has to make up his mind and if you’re not gonna let go of him. Maybe he has to do this himself. It’d be the best. When you leave for college, he’s gotta stay. He’ll take the old man Kim business and make the best out of it. You’re not part of the equation in this, you’ll get hurt- or worse. Baekhyun can’t afford having you hurt because of what he decided to be when you tried to make something better out of him.

When Baekhyun pulls over, he’s not quite sure where he is, but when he comes to it, he looks around and finds himself in his old neighborhood. Where he was raised, when Mr. Kim was just a nice single-man next door, Suho’s dad. Back then, he wasn’t wasn’t a complete self-centered jerk. They were friends. The six of them, Jongdae, Minseok, Suho, Yixing, Baekhyun himself and... Chanyeol too.

But- That’s when Chanyeol was his closest friend, even more than Jongdae. Back then, he wasn’t the worthless bastard who belonged to a family of gangster, people believed he could’ve done well. Baekhyun could handle anyone. There’s so many guys you could choose, Baekhyun would’ve accepted better - or, at least, he likes to think he would. Just not Chanyeol, it’s been enough to pretend Chanyeol’s nothing a classmate and now he has to see you with him, being happy as he wishes he could make you.

Baekhyun tried before, he tried convincing himself to stop this relationship or whatever anyone would call it. Whatever you call it. He sincerely thought it’d be better for you to find someone who could make you happy without having to walk hidden in shadows and corners here and there, but, he knows, he’s too selfish. Maybe as much as you’re being, maybe more because this isn’t him just accepting what you want, this is him not being able to say no because he just can’t let go.

The sound of the keys and the wooden door opening calls Baekhyun attention and he turns his head to see Chanyeol walking in the old house he moved from, the house the six boys use to cause trouble before being called for lunch or dinner, being called out to sit down and study first before playing outside. Chanyeol’s eyes find his, staring from inside the car, somehow and he stops right before going in the house.

Baekhyn can almost see the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s head, but he can’t get himself to do anything about it. He could always simply drive away. Finally, he sees Chanyeol sighing heavily and pulling the door closed.

‘Please, don’t.’ Baekhyun thinks to himself, feeling his body tensing, ‘Just pretend you didn’t see me.’ , Baekhyun pleads, hands clenching on the steering wheel, ‘Just go home and ignore me, Why are you such a-’

“What a dumb bastard!” Baekhyun grumply murmurs to himself as he sees Chanyeol approaching him directly.

Baekhyun sighs once again and forces himself off his Baby . Chanyeol’s still in his school uniform, hands stuck in the front pockets of his jacket, he looks nothing but what a high-achieving high schooler would look. ‘The bastard is even good looking and charming’, Baekhyun thinks to himself with a hidden laughter, ‘He suits her’, he adds bitterly to himself soon after.

“It’s been a while.” Chanyeol says awkwardly when he stops. Baekhyun hums and nods positively as he leans on his car.

Baekhyun sees Chanyeol gathering breath, as if he’d say something, but then he just exhales at once, looking away and hisses to himself.

“What?” Baekhyun asks, crooking his head to the side and Chanyeol looks back at him.

“Nothing” Chanyeol replies at first and there’s a pause and Baekhyun allows it because Chanyeol seems to have words stuck in his throat, whatever they are. He’d like to hear it, “Just-”

‘Ah~ There they are-’ Baekyun thinks to himself as Chanyeol starts.

“When-” Chanyeol exhales again in frustration and takes a step closer, hesitantly, “You know, when I got back and saw you in class I thought, ‘well, maybe we could be friends again’ . But, if I tried to get any closer you just disappeared, everyday. You just disappeared from the classroom.”

Baekhyun would keep this secret that’s now dear to him as much as it was back then. He disappeared to meet you, he was always so eager to embrace you. Still is.

“All you do is using Mr. Kim’s fame as a gangster to push people away?”

“This time it’s true, though” Baekhyun says simply.

“Oh, so- You couldn’t even say hello. Just once?”

“What for? Because we played together when we were kids?” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head, “All it’d do is earn you a bad reputation and side-glares for talking to me”, Baekhyun says calmly, “As soon as they heard we used to be close you’d go from top student to gangster minion like this! ” Baekhyun snaps his fingers.

“Oh, I see” Chanyeol laughs to himself, “And here I thought we could still be friends. I’m just that stupid”

“You are.”

Chanyeol hums in reply and takes another step closer and now they’re way too close, so Baekhyun chuckles.

“What’s wrong with the distance we had a moment ago.” Baekhyun mocks, “You miss me so much that you need to take a better look?” He says playfully, mannering his head as if to give Chanyeol a better angle to take a picture, “You’re talking to me now. Is that anything you’d like to say?”

“Yes” Chanyeol replies readily, “There were some things I wanted to tell you. I wanted us to talk about many things, but now- Now! There’s just one thing that I need to ask.”

“What is it?” Baekhyun asked even though he could tell his old friend’s eyes what would it be, so he ready himself to how the question would come along.

“Y/n” Chanyeol started, not knowing how else to do so and licks his lips, uncertain of how to go on, “About Y/n. Actually, this is backwards-”, Chanyeol says the second part more to himself than to Baekhyun and the later waits, “You made a mess in school today. I heard them saying you could get kicked out and we’re almost graduating. So why? Why did you do all of that for Y/n? What’s so wrong about Y/n and I being a couple? Why can’t it be true? Do you like her?”

The words just poured out of Chanyeol’s lips and by the end his eyes prickled with hidden tears, he just didn’t want to have this conversation in the first place. When someone rushed to him to say what was going on he rushed to see what really was it about, then he heard Baekhyun and the desperation, and anger in his friend’s voice pained him somehow in more than one way. He still can’t understand, he can’t grasp, but he knows he didn’t like the fact that Baekhyun just couldn’t like you as someone started gossiping.

Chanyeol’s last question lingers in the air, tasting bitter on his own tongue as he runs out of breath to speak anymore. Chanyeol likes you- a lot , it’s different than any other times he liked anyone else and he doesn’t want to face anyone who seems willing to have you too. He’s not sure if he’s a coward, maybe he’s unsure of himself. Should he tell you how much he likes you already, the two of you seemed to be moving slowly, you seem to enjoy doing so, but maybe he should pick up a certain pace. Baekhyun isn’t someone to just take things slow, that much Chanyeol’s certain.

Baekhyun stops himself from frowning or exposing how he can read Chanyeol’s thoughts in his expression. Chanyeol just doesn’t change, as he thought. Pulling himself away from the car, Baekhyun straightens his body only making all the more obvious how small he is compared to Chanyeol, thankfully he’s standing on a slightly higher side of the hill. Which is almost nothing, but at least something . Like what you give him.

Once again Baekhyun considers just saying it all. Taking you for himself and get this over with. He’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe, so what’s the matter. It’s just a matter of seconds when a movie goes before his eyes where he can take you with him and everything will work out like a miraculous magic trick. He can do anything as long as you’re there, so why not?

“Yes” Baekhyun replies and Chanyeol breathe is caught in his throat, “I like Y/n”, Baekhyun adds, watching Chanyeol hiccups and step back, much to his pleasure.

Should he say it all now, then. When Chanyeol looks like lost, hurt puppy, eyes wandering everywhere but him.

“I think I should have her instead of you” Baekhyun says boldly, watching Chanyeol look at him with wide eyes, “I got a bastard in my family instead of you. Mr. Kim married my mom instead of yours, so… I got the weak end of the rope on that, so- Just think of Y/n as compensation.” Bekhyun tries sounding as emotionless as he can while Chanyeol watches him in disbelief, “She’ll be the good thing you own me. We’ll be even then”

“Baekhyun, you-” Chanyeol is cut by his own breathless state and as soon as he recoverse he chuckles pathetically, “Who do you think you are to demand to have a person as compensation? You’re just some high schooler! Are you crazy?”

“Some high-schooler” Baekhyun mocks with a sick grin prying his lips, before laughing loudly to himself. Chanyeol looks around, startled and sees a few lights in the neighborhood light up.

“Are you crazy? It’s late! You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood.”

“Why? Afraid to be seen with a gangster?”Baekhyun asks, “Look closely, Yeol! At us! You and me.” Baekhyun mentions to Chanyeol and then his own self, pulling on Chanyeol’s uniform, before tugging on his long coat, the clothes fit him, but they are way too unfitting for a kid his age and Baekhyun knows it well, “ You’re the high-schooler here. I’m a real gangster. Mr. Kim- Ah, no! Dad is giving me a lot of confidence lately, there’s nothing I can’t do~”

“So?” Chanyeol asks, trying to look at Baekhyun’s eyes, “You wanna treat Y/n like Mr. Kim treats the people he used to play around with before discarding like trash? Is that it?”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Baekhyun insists, “I like Y/n.” He says more clearly this time, “If you don’t have the confidence, then just let me have what I deserve.”

Baekhyun pulled the car’s door open and hopped inside. He couldn’t say it afterall, that’s all Baekhyun could think as he watched Chanyeol become smaller as he drove away. It’s better this way, he thinks. Chanyeol watched him drive by with a heavy heart. If only the year just ended and you and him could take off to college right away. Away from Baekhyun.

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Potent Savages

Genre: Shitty Smuttt!!/ Some daddy baek (yes, that’s a genre)/ Uhhh kinda sweet?/ Trigger warnings??

Exo, OC, and blackpink gang au!

Summary: When baekhyun finds out about aya’s seductive secret mission, baekhyun decides to teach her a few lessons the hard way.

A potent savages short!

Liar, liar, you spark my desire.

Earlier Today

“Eugene Andrews. He’s a very dangerous mercenary with deep connections in the Kaja group, which is something like a mafia made up of the powerful businessmen around the city. Now that Choi Siwon isn’t running it anymore, he’s taken over. With that being said we need him on our side.” Suho spoke sternly while sitting at the head of the meeting table.

“Okay, all of that makes sense. Now, what does that have to do with me?” I asked in slight confusion.

“Well, we need someone to get close to him. Someone who isn’t a threat and also knows how to get into someone’s head. I first thought that baekhyun fits that description pretty well. But, then I realized he could pose as a potential threat in Eugene’s eyes. That’s not what we want, it would have to be you. So, I was thinking you can work some of your charms on him, get him close. You know?”

I nodded with my eyebrows askew. “You want me to seduce him?”

“Yes.”

“I.....uhmmm.”

“Do you accept?” Suho pressed.

“I mean, sure, why not.”

“Great! This is going to be amazing, aya. I just know it.”

“Mhm, I just wonder how baekhyun is going to react.”

“He definitely won't like it. Which is why we can't tell him.”

I looked at him with a scrunched up face. “I'm not going to lie to him, suho.” The man chuckled as if the words meant nothing to him. “I'm serious. I won’t do it.”

“Aya, you can’t. Think about it. The last time I told you to do something like this you got kidnapped. I mean, that was different than this in a lot of ways, but he won’t think of it that way. He’s not going to let you go and we can’t have that because we need Eugene for our future endeavors.” Suho said in a passionate tone. We both know if I tell baekhyun, he will go to suho first. Suho is just trying to save his own ass at this point. But I can understand why.

“Aya, just do me this favor. I’ll definitely owe you one.”

“Fineee. But you better do whatever I ask.” I said before punching his arm.

Later That Day

My arms wrapped tightly around aya as we rocked side to side on the edge of the pool, only our feet emerged in the water. The warm air surrounded us in its own embrace and I gently kissed the top of her head in content. It’s been about a month and a few days since we rescued aya from Siwon. Let me tell you something, the saying you never know what you have until you lose it is so true. I was so miserable without her in my life. In my arms. Just near me in general. I felt like a piece of me died when I thought she was killed. But with all that being over, I don’t think I’ve ever been more happy and content. This was the biggest wake-up call of my life.

“Baekhyun?” Aya called. I hummed in response before turning to look at her. “Do you think you would be okay if I did some work by myself tonight?”

I went stiff for one second. “No, I wouldn’t be okay. Why? Are you sick of me hanging around you?” I asked teasingly. She gave a shy smile and giggled. “Well, too bad. I'm not letting you out of my sight. You should know that by now.”

“I understand why you feel that way, honey. But I'm going to have to get out on my own again sometime soon, anyway.” She said sweetly while looking at the pool. I looked around with a soft scoff sounding from my lips. “Why are you trying to run away from me? huh? I should throw you in this pool.” I joked even though I'm actually curious. She chuckled and nudged me in my stomach.

“Seriously, baekhyun. It won’t be dangerous, I’ll go with all the girls. It’ll be chill.” She reasoned.

“What is it that you will be doing?”

“Uhmm, conversing with a future client, you could say.”

“Who?”

“Just a guy.”

I felt a tinge of protectiveness and jealousy. I don’t want her around sketchy men anymore. Not without me. “What do you mean by just a guy?”

“A guy that’s a potential client.” She said with a smile. “I'm not smiling.” I said back at her.

“Don’t worry. Suho told me all about him. He’s harmless.”

Later On That Day

My hands pulled up my black silk gown as I slipped my body into it. I posed in the mirror to look at the open back of the dress, popping my knee out to see how high the slit goes up on me. It stopped somewhere close to the top of my right thigh. I look to die for and that’s exactly what I want.

“Eh? Someone’s all dressed up.” Baekhyun said as he stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel hanging around his waist. He took the other towel that was around his neck and began to dry his hair with it while staring at my reflection in the mirror. I turned around to face the mirror, looking back at him. “Why are you so dressed up just to meet some guy?” He asked.

“i-i just felt like it.” I answered him with a slightly nervous tone. Of course, I can’t tell him I'm dressing like this to seduce a guy tonight. The guilt of lying to him entered my stomach as I looked at his face. Baekhyun let the towel fall around his head and dropped his hands to adjust the towel on his waist. “As long as you’re doing it for yourself I'm fine with it.” He spoke while moving to the bed. plopping on the mattress with a small pout. I matched his pout before bending over a bit to play with my hair and pat the lipstick on my lips. My eyes caught baekhyun’s staring at the back of me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“You should know better than to stare, baekhyun.” I teasingly grinned at him.

“Well, you know what it does to me when you wear silk.” He got up from the bed and snatched the towel off of his damp brown hair. “Hey, no, don’t give me that look.” I said with a chuckle. He stared me down with hungry eyes, wetting his lips with his tongue as he walked towards me slowly. “What’s this? Are you nervous?” He asked in a sexy low tone.

“Yo, baekhyun, I have somewhere to be and I can’t get caught u-” I tried to stop him with words before he grabbed me roughly. My body twirled around, my face hitting his bare chest. “Do you think I care about where you have to be? What’s so important about that guy anyway?” He pressed while walking forward and making me take steps back. The skin of my back that is exposed by my dress pushed up against the mirror and baekhyun’s hand did the same. I was trapped by my half-naked, jealous boyfriend all because of this stupid silk dress. “Don’t make me hunt that bastard down.” He spoke with a smile because he was teasing. He enjoyed the expression on my face at the moment so he’s pressing for more. He wants more. My gaze traveled down his soft neck to his lean torso. I scoffed before putting my hands on his chest. “Baekhyun, as much as I would love for you to rip this dress off of me and fuck me on that balcony....” I got close to his ear before I finished. “I have to go.” I whispered, slipping away from him slowly.

He grabbed my wrist and clicked his tongue before pressing his body up against mine, wrapping his arms around me. “I love it when you talk like that.” He smirked. I giggled, struggling to get out of his hold. “Nope! You can’t run away from me now. It's too late.”

“Knock, knock.” Suho’s voice barged in as he crept inside our room. “Aya. it’s time to go.”

“What?” Baekhyun looked between me and suho. “You’re going with him but I can’t come?”

I laughed and patted his shoulder. “Well, I thought if he came you would more at ease.” Baekhyun slid my hand off his shoulder and kissed it. “So this is how bad you want to get away from me? Okay, I understand, love. Have fun tonight.” He spoke softly. It’s obvious he’s trying his best to be understanding which makes my stomach hurt with guilt even more than before. “I love you, baekhyun. After tonight I don’t want to be apart from you, okay?” I said with a tilt of my head. He gave a pout and nodded. “I’ll see you later, then. Stay safe.” He whispered to me. I hummed in agreement before giving him a quick kiss and slipping out of his reach.

“Ready?” Suho asked.

“Yeah, let’s hurry and get this over with.”

As Night Falls

Chanyeol drove us to our destination in a large black van that probably costs more than my Bugatti with ease. Suho is in the passenger seat setting up some equipment for our very important “mission” quietly. The only other person with us is jisoo, who will be something like my back up tonight. She’s driving a separate car here to act as a getaway, and if I need to act like I came here by myself it will come in handy. I'm hoping I won’t need her though. The fewer people inside the lounge, the better. Chanyeol parked a few feet away from the place, he turned around and gave me a thumbs up before tapping suho on the shoulder. Suho was fiddling with wires absent mindedly and got startled by the sudden touch.

“Oh! right....here, put this on.” Suho said as he reached out to hand me a small earpiece. “We’ll use this to communicate and listen in. We already have access to all the cameras in the lounge so don’t be worried because we’re watching you.”

“Who do you think I am? Why the hell would I be worried?” I said with a confident smirk. “Nothing scares me anymore!” I yelled into the earpiece and suho winced as he held his ear.

“Get out.” Suho said in a dismissive tone. I looked at a smiling chanyeol before pulling the van door open and hopping out. I have to admit, I feel great right now despite lying just to get here. Something about taking on this “mission” by myself is exciting. I mean, the last time I did something like this I got kidnapped and thrown into a concrete hell but this time, ohoho this time! I'm going to avenge myself! “Let’s fucking get it!” I yelled as I closed the door and smiled at the grunts of pain suho made. I walked fast across the street in my expensive high heels. I looked at myself in the glass as I walked up to the door. As always I looked like a damn snack.

“I'm inside. Tell me what you see.” I spoke as quiet and discreet as possible while talking to the people on the other side of my earpiece.

“Everything is looking normal. We can see you clearly, no sign of Eugene though. He might be in some VIP room or something, which is to be expected.” Suho said.

“Hey....you couldn’t get me a VIP room? I don’t want to mix in with all these weirdos.”

“Boo fucking hoo.” Chanyeol said before laughing loudly into the mic. I winced then rolled my eyes. Fucking buttholes. I swayed around the room until I came to the bar. I slid my silk-clad ass into the luxurious red bar stool. I ran a hand through my hair and waved for the bartender. “martini.” I spoke quietly, despite the vibey jazz music playing pretty loudly. He nodded and began my order. I pursed my lips, kind of surprised he heard me so well. “The target is entering, over.” Chanyeol said as if it was a walkie talkie.

“Wait, he wasn’t here this whole time?” I asked discreetly.

“It appears so.” Suho sang into my ear. I bit my lip and looked around to see if I could spot the target. “It’s go time, aya.”

“No shit, sherlock.” I sipped slowly on my martini as I looked around. “Is that him, over there, with the small gold chain and shades at night. Only violent guys do that.” I said while holding my glass to my lips.

“Yup, that’s his crazy ass.” Chanyeol chuckled.

Eugene’s head turned for a second and I quickly looked the other way. I hope he didn’t catch me at that time. “He’s entering a VIP area. I repeat, it’s an area, not a room and it doesn’t have curtains. He must be trying to observe his surroundings.” Suho said.

“Or observe the wide range of sexy ass classy ladies around here, look at that girl, hyung!” Chanyeol yelled into the mic. I heard a faint sound of hitting before chanyeol started making noise in my ear out of pain.

“Aish! Stop zooming in on aya, you dog.” Suho scolded the guy.

“Okay, okay! I was just kidding around. I should fucking hit you back.” He barked back.

“Both of you, shut the hell up, will you?” I whisper yelled with my hand on my ear. I looked towards the VIP area eugene is lounging in swiftly. I made sure he didn’t catch me look before I locked my gaze on something else. He pretty good looking, he’s no baekhyun, but he’s good looking. Right off the bat, he seems like the type of person that will only talk to someone that piques his interest. I have to make sure I catch his eye because I might not even get a hi out of him if I don’t. I downed the rest of my martini and slammed it down on the bar counter.

Watch out, Eugene. I'm coming for you.

Meanwhile

I twisted in my silk covers over and over again, worried about my baby and how she’s holding up right now. I fumbled around throwing a small fit before sitting up. My hands ruffled up my already fluffy hair. “Where the hell are you...” I said to myself. I want to go to sleep but I can’t stop thinking about her. Should I go out by myself? Should I play just like her? I pouted thinking about how she was so adamant on not letting me come with her. Not only is she out meeting some sketchy guy but she’s wearing that sexy black silk dress I only saw her wear once, Which is a good thing because I probably was going to rip it this time around. But, so, I could have just brought her a new one.

“Snap out of it,baekhyun. She’ll be fine without you.” I spoke to myself while slapping my cheeks. I reached for my phone and clicked the call button on chanyeol’s contact. I refuse to be bored and worried tonight.

“H-hello?” Chanyeol answered reluctantly.

“Chanyeolll!” I whined into the phone. “Should we go get drinks?”

“Uhhh, i-im actually really busy right now, and i can’t.” Chanyeol stuttered back at me, raising my suspicion.

“What? Where are you? And why the fuck are you stuttering?” I spoke with my pout still on my face.

“I’m sitting in the car.....”

“Sitting in the car where, idiot?”

“Uhhhh....” Chanyeol just stalled in a nervous voice which was pushing my patience past its limit.

“Chanyeol! If you stall one more time i will jump through this phone and drive a pencil through your head, you bastard!” I yelled into my phone in frustration. He sounds like such an idiot stalling sentences like that. “Ahhh! Okay! Shit! I’m out with suho and aya!” He yelled back at me this time. I knew he could never lie to me. “YAH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE!?” My anger was boiling up my whole body. What does she have the whole squad invited to her stupid appointment? Why did she insist on leaving me out like this! “Where the hell are you, huh!?” I hopped out of my bed in a rush before falling face first on the floor. I heard chanyeol asking what happened and grabbed my phone. “Tell me where you are and what you’re doing. And don’t even try to lie.” My voice was intimidating and my eyes squinted all on instinct. That little punk, making me worry so much even though she probably has half of exo with her.

“Okay, goddamnit! We’re out watching her seduce Eugene Andrews! It was suho’s idea!” I heard chanyeol get smacked harshly before yelling some more. “Yah! You know I can't lie to you! Why are you putting me in this position!?”

“SHE’S DOING WHAT WITH WHO!?”

As Baekhyun Get’s Ready To Bust A Cap In Someone’s Ass

“Well, how could I not talk to you after you gave me that look?” Eugene said with somewhat sparkling eyes.

“And what look is that?” my eyes on him, unwavering, as I sipped on my second martini.

“You look too cunning to play dumb.”

“I know that, but it’s much more fun to do so.” He stared at me before chuckling with a sly grin. He’s that greasy type of handsome the girls in the gangster movies would go for. Not my type but I can see him dominating the minds of many helpless women. The man downed the rest of his drink and ran a hand through his grease styled hair. I grinned as I watched him to make it seem as if I'm intrigued by every move he makes. He caught my face and smirked.

“Don’t stare too hard, sweetheart. You might burn holes.”

I almost scoffed at his cockiness but held it in. The point is to boost his confidence right now anyways. Even though, I wonder how much more confident can he possibly get? “What would you do if I said I can’t help but burn holes?” I downed the rest of my drink while keeping eye contact. He gulped along with me and then nodded his head. “Well, it’s not a crime.” the words flowed out of his mouth clearly. He’s not where I want him right now, but I'm on the right track, that’s for sure. I stared at him deeply, silently urging a conversation out of him. Come on, tell me something important.

“Have you ever killed someone with an ice pick?....” He spoke nonchalantly.

I tilted my left eyebrow upwards with interest. Now, this is something I want to hear about. “No, never.”

“Abe Reles. A very important murder inc. gunman, and an ice pick prodigy. Let’s just say his skills were never forgotten and my grandfather taught me how to do it after learning how to do it from his grandfather.”

“Was his grandfather in murder inc or something?”

“That’s a secret.” He whispered in my ear after leaning into me. For a second I froze. Did he just make me nervous? Could it be that he was just threatening me? Or was he simply just telling me something interesting about himself?

I cleared my throat feeling a bit impressed at how he took control of the conversation and my emotions so quickly. “You’re definitely going to have to teach me how to do it one day.” I said. I put my hand on his shoulder with my eyes piercing into his. “But you know, while we’re on the topic, I might be able to teach you how to swing a bat like Frank Abbandando.”

“Ahhh, so I'm not the only one deeply interested in the members of murder incorporated.” He smirked and backed away from me to eye me up and down.

“Of course not. Who wouldn’t be interested in those cold-blooded killers?” I chuckled slightly and turned to pour champagne in my martini glass.

“True. In all honesty I kind of look up to them. I try to do things just like them. Living by their rules and all their tactics. It’s what helps me run the Kaja group so well. You know what the Kaja group is right?” He asked genuinely.

Finally, things are starting to get deep. “Yes, of course.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be as plugged in as you seem if you didn’t. Anyways, I'm sort of running it now. It’s much more difficult than I thought but enforcing the rules and regulations of the men who basically started it all, things seem much easier.” He spoke while staring deeply at nothing.

What is this? A slight obsession maybe? Can I look at this as a weakness? “I know what you’re thinking. Yes, you can.” Suho said quietly in my ear. I smirked. This mission is already a success. “Well, since we’re being honest right now, I am surprised no one from your group tried to kill me yet.”

“And why is that?” He asked.

“Because. I played a big part in the burning of siwon’s body.”

“Well, no one liked him anyway. If anything you did us a favor. I will personally thank you for that. You’re good at what you do.” I smiled at his compliment and raised my glass. “A toast, to a dead siwon and a job well done.” I said before he tapped his champagne against mine. “I must admit, the stories I hear about you never seize to surprise and intrigue me. It’s actually pretty nice to meet the infamous aya of blackpink.”

“What stories are you referring to?”

“Archie Langston. The British boss of racketeering. A murder that put your name in everyone’s mouth. You slit his throat in front of all his underlings and beat the rest of people there into submission with the rest of your gang at a warehouse filled with contraband and cash. 20 people were there. 10 deaths occurred. 10 were severely injured. And 4 killers got away smoothly with the perfect leadership of their gorgeous fifth member aya. I'm sure you enjoyed all that cash.” He spoke in a low tone his eyes seductive. Mesmerized by his own words as he painted a scarily powerful picture of me in his mind, his left hand loosened his tie.

“Yes, I did actually.” I said with a small smile. That was the first time we ever did anything like that. We were so happy we made it out alive that the money was an afterthought.

“You probably look amazing when you do things like that.”

“Well, we’ll have to see if you think that when you witness it first hand.” I leaned forward so I could whisper my words slowly in his ear. I used the things he did earlier to return the confusing feelings he gave me. “Getting this close to me is dangerous, you know?” He whispered back.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Because it might cause a fatality.” I heard a familiar voice barge in.

I whipped my head towards the person and gasp. “Baekhyun!?”

“Baekhyun?” Suho yelled in surprise.

“Ahh, whaaat!?” Chanyeol yelled, sounding faker than fake. How much do you want to bet he knew baekhyun was coming? I heard chanyeol wince in pain after a slapping noise went off in the earpiece.

Baekhyun pulled my arm upwards to bring me over to him. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing aya?” He asked with a vicious tone. I looked up at him with a nervous expression. “Aha....long story?” A nervous chuckle came out of my mouth without trying. “I have time.” He cocked an eyebrow at me with dangerous eyes. His skin looked so fresh and his hair was done up in a sly and sleek style. A stylish dress shirt adorned his upper body, the top buttons completely undone. The pleasant smell of his cologne filled my nose and all of a sudden it was hard for me to focus on anything else. He looks so delicious right now...

“Hey, answer me, little girl.” His voice stayed low and my arm was still being held tightly in his grip.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but is there a problem?” Eugene asked.

“Well, I'm her-”

“My friend!” I yelled on top of his words. He looked at me with scary eyes making me cower completely. “He’s my boyfriend....”

Eugene laughed and looked at baekhyun up and down. “You know, I hear a lot of things about you, aya, do you really think I don’t know you’re dating the very well known byun baekhyun. I didn’t mean it that way. I was asking if there’s a problem with me flirting with your girlfriend, byun baekhyun?” My eyes widened at his words.

I felt baekhyun take a step forward and pushed my hands on his chest to keep him back. “Well, this is just a simple misunderstanding. I think we should all take a deep breath before continuing this conversation.”

“Or I could show him just how much of a problem it is.” Baekhyun said. “I'm sure you have heard about me, so don’t think I will hesitate to beat your ass.” I laughed loudly to break the tension and then cleared my throat. “Wrap it up, aya, a fight between them could jeopardize everything we accomplished tonight.” Suho said with frustration in my ear. “It was really nice to meet you, eugene. I hope that we can form a beautiful friendship in the future.” I smiled politely while pushing baekhyun backward. His eyes were locked on eugene and euegene’s were on me.

I pushed baekhyun all the way out of the lounge as he did nothing but stare at eugene. “Baekhyun? Baekhyun? Baekhyun, I can explain.” I said in a slight panic.

“You lied to me, all night.”

“Yes, but-”

“Just to come flirt with eugene andrews. He’s probably even worse than siwon was. And here you come running to this mission like your life depends on it. Did you want to be away from me this bad? You had to lie to me?”

“Baekhyun, I was just doing it because I thought I could get the job done better than anyone.”

“Oh, you’re fucking correct on that one, aya. If I didn’t know any better I would think you were actually going to fuck him, you know, for the mission.”

“Hey!”

“What!? Did I offend you!? Just how the hell do you think I felt when I found out you persistently lied to me and I pull up on you just to see some guy seconds away from eating your face!?”

“Don’t you think you’re being too much right now!?”

“I don’t think I'm being enough! Maybe I didn’t make myself clear enough when I told you that I'm trying to keep you safe!”

“You did!”

“Then, why are you here!? Why did you want to ignore everything I’ve been saying so badly tonight?”

I looked at him with sad eyes. I don’t have an answer in me. I guess if I'm being honest with myself I just wanted to get back out and do something risky. It’s what I live for. But I wasn’t thinking of anyone else’s feelings except mine. “I’m sorry, aya.” Chanyeol said. “No, this was all my idea. I’m sorry.” Suho pushed his apology with a sad sigh. I stared at the ground, biting my lip with mixed feelings.

“Just get your little ass in that car. Hopefully this time you’ll actually listen to me.” Baekhyun said with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. His gaze locked on my head, which is facing towards the ground. “Don’t make me repeat myself, aya. My patience is very thin at the moment.”

I looked up quickly and he pointed in the direction of his Veyron. I nodded and walked over nervously. I could faintly hear him scoff before he followed behind me. “Do you even know how hard it is to be mad at you while your ass looks that good in your silk dress?” He spoke low sounding as if he was trying to keep his words to himself. I pouted and pulled open the car door the moment he unlocked it. “Make sure to put a seatbelt on. Oh wait, maybe you want to just ignore me and put your life in danger, nevermind, forget I said anything.” He said while getting in the driver's seat. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. He’s so damn annoying. I get it! I fucked up! Why does he have to act this way!?

“Could you stop?” I said.

“Sure. I won't punish you with words anymore tonight.” He said with serious eyes.

“Thank you.”

“I'm just going to put you on your hands and knees to make sure you remember not to do anything like this ever again.”

“M-my hands and knees?”

“I won’t let you off easy tonight. I think you need to feel just how upset I am with you. Maybe this time you’ll learn your lesson.”

My heart rate sped up as if I had been running for a while. I don’t think I'm ready for this.

“Ewwww! Turn the damn earpiece off, you fuckshits!” Suho yelled in my ear while chanyeol made dramatic gagging sounds in the background. I took it out and rolled down my window before throwing the small piece of technology out of it.

Back At The Exo Mansion

I entered baekhyun’s room first and he came in second. The silence between us becoming more prominent. “You seem nervous. Don’t be. As much as I want to be rough with you, I won’t be too harsh. You’re still my little baby doll after all.”

I turned around to look at him. My face turning gentle automatically after hearing those words. Really, the reason I'm acting this way is from the fact that I fucked up really badly today. I didn’t want to upset him like that. I'm normally the type of girl to love a bit of a rough lover. But right now, I just feel bad for what I did. I don’t think I can even look at him in his eyes.

“Take the dress off, gorgeous.” He said lowly as he stood at the closed door with his hands in his pockets again. “Ah, ah, ah. Slowly. Do it right or I’ll have to do it myself.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, sir.” He corrected.

“Yes, sir.” I took the dress off at the pace he requested. The silk was somewhat arousing as it slid on my skin in such a slow manner. So smooth. It makes me bite my lip. I looked up at him with my cheeks starting to heat up after remembering my choice to go braless tonight. He smirked and nodded his head, telling me to continue. I let the dress slip passed my stomach and move down my ass. My hands pushed it down my thighs and knees, and let it fall the rest of the way by itself. “Good. Get on the bed, honey. Daddy will come to you in a minute.” His voice was so soft and sexy i almost moaned without him even touching me. I watched him go into the closet, every step he took looking all too slow and sensual. He came out with his upper body bare and a remote-controlled vibrator in his right hand as his left hand ran through his hair. I remember that thing. It has its own damn aura. A dirty dark lewd aura. I don’t hate it though.

“On your hands and knees. Panties off.” He spoke while walking towards me.

I did just as he said. Hesitation didn't seem like an option tonight. “Good girl. Be still now, I'm going to put it inside.”

I gasped softly when I felt the small vibrator push its way inside of my hole. “Perfect. Stay like that.” He took some steps backward. I closed my eyes when the vibrator turned on. My hands dug into the silk sheets of baekhyun’s king bed. “Now, is there anything you want to say to me, darling?” Baekhyun asked sweetly. I just moaned with my ass swaying in the air. “No, that’s unfortunately not the correct answer.” He said. The intensity was turned up and instead of my eyes being closed they shot open quickly. “Try again, gorgeous.” I moaned louder with the vibrator shaking up my insides. “Baekhyun...” I moaned softly. “Incorrect again, baby.” He shook his head before turning up the intensity again. “Fuck!” I cursed into the air. My toes started to curl and my hands did the same, taking a fist full of the silk sheets with them. “You look to die for.” He whispered. I moaned louder while digging my face in the mattress. “Fuck, baekhyun.” I moaned. Baekhyun chuckled in a soft manner. “Did you just curse at me?” He asked teasingly. Before I could answer he upped the intensity once more. I'm going to cum at this rate. There's no way I can take any more of this without cumming.

“I’m going t-”

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He interrupted in no time. I shut my eyes and my legs started to shake at the feeling of holding back such an intense orgasm. The position I was in began to falter before I felt him turn it up to the highest intensity. “Don’t move. You stay in that position until I tell you it’s time to move.” His voice was raspy from being turned on and his stance never wavered while he stood on the left side of the bed, watching me. “If you apologize correctly, I might let you have the release you’re craving so desperately.”

“I’m sorry for what I did, b-baekhyun. I’m really sorry!” I huffed out. I shook my ass a bit, showing how much I need to finish.

“Hmmm, good enough. Go ahead, love. Let it go.” He said with the tiniest bit of reluctance. My eyes rolled upwards and shut tightly. I moaned out loudly as the wonderful feeling of an orgasm rushed through my body like a wave. My hands pulled on the sheets harshly and the left side of my face pushed down into the bed. My legs shook before I fell from my position. Jolts of pleasure came and went, making my body jump out of nowhere. Baekhyun’s right hand slid up my thigh, his other dipping into the bed right above my head along with the rest of his body. Softly, sweetly, he caressed it, kissing my cheek in the process. “Consider yourself forgiven, darling. I’m taking it extremely easy on you tonight. I think you know that. But if this happens again, you can trust.....” He whispered in my ear His hand grabbed my throat suddenly and I gasped. “I won’t be so easygoing.”

He grabbed my arm with his other hand that was above my head. I was flipped onto my back with one pull. His hold still strong but gentle on my neck. It got me biting my lip in pure pleasure. I’ve always loved baekhyun’s long slender fingers around my neck. He has a way with his hands that I can’t explain, but all I know is they feel like they were made to please. It’s amazing. He took his hand off of my neck and I gasped again but this time to take in air. I watched him unbuckle his belt and pull it out of its place right above his hips. He flashed me a quick smile before throwing it somewhere unknown to me. I sat up as he grabbed my chin and pulled it towards him. I looked at him before putting my right hand on his bulge.

“Ask nicely for it.” Baekhyun whispered again.

“Please, fuck me, baekhyun.” I asked meekly. He bit his lip and grabbed my hand that was on his clothed dick. He pushed me back down as he kissed me with rough bites on my bottom lip. Baekhyun held my arm over my head, pinning it down like the rest of my body. I pushed his pants and boxers down with my free hand, trying to keep up with the pace of his kisses. My leg lifted up to do the rest of the work. “Did I tell you to do that?” He spoke into my ear. I froze up.“N-no, si-” Before I could finish my sentence he pushed his dick inside of me while holding my arms down. “Fuck!” I moaned, my back lifting off the bed. His hips moved at a fast pace right from the start. He wasn’t easing into it like usual. “Baekhyun, wait.” I said while grabbing onto his back. He chuckled as he sped up. Longevity is not the word for tonight. We both know this pace will make this end quick. I squirmed under his hold, his name slipping off my lips loudly at every stroke. He looked at me with dark eyes. “Next time, you won’t lie. Next time, you will tell daddy the truth, right?” I nodded in response, moans replacing all my words. My neck was grabbed without notice, sending surprise pleasure through my body. “Say it. Say you won’t do it again.” He stroked deeper and faster as he choked me. I put my hand over the one on my neck and licked my lips, silently asking to lighten the grip.

“I-i won’t do it again, e-ever.” I murmured.

“Good girl.” He let go of my neck to move his hands to my legs. He put them over his shoulders and placed his fists right next to my head. I grabbed hold of his forearms as he drilled into me. I yelled his name relentlessly as he continued to thrust his cock, pounding me faster and faster. My nails dug into his arms, yelling his name. “Are you going to cum, babydoll?” He asked sweetly. I nodded again while biting the shit out of my lip. “Good girl. Don’t hold back.” He continued with that sweet. My body started to feel hotter while I came close to my peak. This is the main event. “Baekhyun!” I shut my eyes tight, holding onto his forearms for my dear life. The release that’s been building since I first saw baekhyun walk into that lounge tonight. “Yes, Fuck yes!” I yelled as my body shook in pleasure. I caught a glimpse of baekhyun’s face. He was obviously trying not to cum before me which somehow made my orgasm even harder.

“Do you think you’re finished?”

“H-huh?” I responded in a daze.

“We’re not going to be finished until you beg me to stop. Actually...” He stroked long and deep and intertwined his fingers in mine. “I don’t think we’ll be finished then either.”

“Baekhyunnn!” I whined.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy every moment, babydoll. Just take it like a good girl.”

~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END.

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