#exo oneshots

[mybiasisexo]

HI! Happy New Year!

Can I request #51 with Chanyeol pls? Wishing you all the best for 2024! Thanks in advance!

Distraction 🏋️‍♂️

Genre: fluff | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.3k Warnings: Chanyeol is a warning all in himself boy!!!

a/n: I said i was gonna make a gym drabble and baby here it is!!! This isnt really fluff, but its def not angst. What other genres are there??? I could've made this 6k is2g lmao i want the smut 😂. but ayye these are just drabbles! I'll behave. Sorry for the delay! Thank you so much for the request 😚 this gif of him alwaaaays makes me crazy like if i stare at it for too long ill scream. no im not ok thanks for asking

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Dread filled you as you gazed at the building looming in front of you. Your worst enemy—the gym.

You despised the place for two reasons. The first was simple, it was a gym, pretty self-explanatory. The second reason was your personal trainer, Park Chanyeol.

You swore from the moment he was assigned to you he made it his mission to make you never come back. He had to have a torture kink or something, with the stuff he had you doing. You’ve pushed yourself to the point of puking a few times under his care, and still he would make you keep going.

And sure, you were seeing results. And, yeah, it was getting easier. You felt yourself growing stronger with every session. He was good at what he did, even if his practices had you questioning the legality of it all.

With a withering sigh, you got out of your car and made your way to what was your personal hell.

You spotted Chanyeol as soon as you entered. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, legs spread apart, looking rather unimpressed as he hovered over a guy struggling to do pushups.

You tried not to stare too long at those exposed arms, the massive muscles bulging over his just as firm chest. He always wore the same thing: black basketball shorts with a black muscle shirt that left little to the imagination of how much time he spent at the gym. You’d only ever seen him work out once yourself and…. You refused to let your thoughts wander to that moment.

As if he could hear where your mind was attempting to go, his eyes flickered up to where you were scanning in your membership badge. A wolfy grin split his face as he took you in, the heat of his gaze made you shiver.

He only acknowledged you for a second. It took you a beat too long to realize he was counting his client’s reps. Ignoring him, you headed over to a secluded corner and started your warm up stretches. Chanyeol helped the poor dude up, that strength of his coming in clutch when his client’s knees buckled and he almost hit the floor.

You winced, knowing that pain. Luckily, this gym had darkly painted walls and dim lighting to give its customers a sense of privacy. It helped that it was later in the night, nearing eleven, so there wasn’t many people present to watch him struggle. As well as yourself. That was why you preferred coming late. Less people, less judgement, and it wore you out enough that you could go straight to bed as soon as you got home—after a post workout meal, if Chanyeol were to ask.

He clapped the scraggly man on his back, making him cough, and gave some uplifting words as they slowly made their way to the front door. You were just finishing your stretches when thick bowlegs were in front of you. You were sitting on the floor, so you had to look up, up, up that firm trunk of a frame to meet those round eyes of his alight with humor.

“You actually showed up today?” Chanyeol asked, tilting his head curiously. His shaggy hair fell into his stare.

You glared at him as you climbed to your feet. “Well, I figured you haven’t killed me yet.”

“Yet.” His grin was a warning. He nudged his head to the rather empty machines. “Come on. It’s leg day.”

You let out a relieved breath. It was torture for sure, but leg day was your favorite. He led you to a machine and you got to work.

You tried to focus on the tasks given to you. To focus on your posture, your breathing, on keeping your core tight. But, it was rather difficult when something, or rather someone, was far more distracting.

That was another thing about Chanyeol that you despised. When you first found out he was going to be your trainer, your immediate thought was ‘hell no’. You were hesitant to have a male trainer to begin with, but this one? He was fine as all hell. Too fine. And with that smirk he gave you when you first refused his help—the one he still gave you, mind you—you knew he was going to be a problem.

Matters were only made worse when you actually trained with him. During your sessions, he was nothing but professional. His goal was to help you through your workouts and he did. His large hands would skim over your body as he fixed your posture, or added pressure against your legs so that you knew where to put your weight. His voice was deep and he would use it to encourage and praise you. There was never any teasing or animosity while you trained. His voice would sink into your brain, scramble your thoughts and leave your body boiling. Especially when he’d hit you with a ‘good girl’ or ‘just like that. Perfect’.

He had to know what he was doing.

It was near the end of your session, you had one last work out to do.

“Save the best for last,” Chanyeol said as he took you to a bizarre looking machine.

“And what the hell is this thing?” You asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“It’s called a hip abductor,” he explained to you like he thought you were dumb.

You ignored his tone. “How’re you supposed to use it?”

“Sit on it and I’ll show you.”

You brushed off the innuendo, and prayed he didn’t catch the heat on your face. Instead, you bumped the machine with your shoe, warily taking it in. You were exhausted, and didn’t want to do another set of nothing.

“Why don’t you demonstrate for me?” You suggested.

Chanyeol lifted an eyebrow and you shrugged in response. “What? I’ve never seen you work out before. How do I know you’re qualified to train me?”

He barked a laugh at that, knowing you’re bullshitting now. “I imagine your glutes are enough proof of my teaching abilities.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And why are you looking at my glutes?”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just making sure I’m doing my job.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and hummed, unable to think of a good comeback. Instead, you nudged your chin towards this ‘hip abductor’.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. Despite his words, he didn’t call you out. You watched as he plopped onto the machine with a sigh. You couldn’t help but grin victoriously, eager to see the man at work.

He adjusted the weight, settled into the seat, and then pushed his thighs against the pads, spreading his legs out wide before bringing them back in. He began explaining what he was doing, what muscles he was working, and the proper way to move, but you could barely hear a word over the way his thick thighs flexed, the muscle underneath stretching the skin.

You realized then that your roles were reversed, and a brilliant idea popped into your head. He was always teasing you during your sessions, and now was your turn to have some fun and return the favor.

You took a couple steps closer to him, studying him more, like you were invested in getting everything right. Then you ran your fingers down his arm and he faltered for a second.

“Am I supposed to hold on to the seat like that?”

You didn’t miss the way his grip tightened, his knuckles whitening.

“Yeah,” he said between clenched teeth.

He pushed his legs out again, and you’re quick to fill the new space, forcing him to keep them open.

Your name left his mouth in a warning. That only made your grin grow wider.

He glared up at you. “What are you doing?”

“Testing to see how long you can hold this position.”

He said your name again, but you interrupted him before he could finish. “You always push me. Why don’t I test your limits for once?”

Something ignited in his eyes and the lights ahead shown in them hauntingly. “Who says you don’t already do?”

“What?” You asked, startled by how gently the words left his full lips.

He didn’t repeat himself, but he appeared to give into your challenge. He sunk more into his seat, eyes never left yours as he held the position, too competitive for his own good. Though it worked in your favor.

You’re not sure how much time passed, but it felt like hours of you standing between his legs, both never looking away from the other.

Finally, you decided it was time to up the ante. Sweat had started to gather on his forehead and neck, but most importantly, a slight tremor had started in his legs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with a fake pout. “Can’t hold it anymore?”

“I’m chilling,” he replied back, but you heard the strain in his voice.

“Is that so?” You grinned again and rested the palm of your hands above his knees on either side of you. “You’re shaking.”

You took your time scaling his body before meeting his eyes again. He was holding his breath, but something in his expression was begging you to continue.

So, you did.

Slowly, you dragged your hands further up his legs, remembering all the times he had done the same. Although he was always professional about it. He only touched you when he had to. There was nothing professional about your touch. All the sexual frustration you’ve felt because of this man had seemed to bubble over and took control of your limbs. In this moment, you wanted him to understand what he did to you, wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

His eyes fluttered as you dragged his shorts up with your wrists, wanting to feel his warm skin.

You quickly glanced around the gym, noticing you were the only ones left, and that made you even more bold. Nearly at his hips, you went to move your hands to his crotch.

Chanyeol was fast. Before you knew what happened, he had snatched your wrists with one hand, putting a halt to your little game and causing you to gasp in surprise.

Your ministrations had you bent over him, so your faces were only an inch or two apart. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours, the hair on his forehead tickled your own.

“You’re playing with fire here,” he warned, voice a steady grumble against your lips. When he pulled back to take in your expression, you saw the burning inferno ready to wreak havoc in his gaze. You knew that if he were to let go of those flames, it would burn away all pretenses, all politeness, and rules.

And you wanted that. You wanted his fire to consume you, wanted his desire to engulf and burn and hurt.

There was a pause as you both study each other, waiting to see who would break first. You found your arms shaking in his grip, not with the usual soreness you’d usually be shaking with at this time of your appointment. It was adrenaline, your own desire raised to meet his.

Of course, he felt it too. “How long have you wanted me, Sweetheart?”  He sounded deceitfully sweet, and it made your sore legs weak. He gathered that much, so he gathered you. Large hands went to your waist, easily lifting you up so that you were now straddling him. With you on his lap, he could finally close his legs, and he did so with a relieved huff. A mocking laugh left your mouth, but he put an end to it by pushing you down so that you were seated fully on him—right on his bulge.

“Oh!” You startled. You blinked up at him innocently before throwing back at him, “how long have you wanted me?”

He hummed thoughtfully, running his hands up your thighs to hold your hips. He pressed his lips to your ear, “from the moment I first saw you.”

You shivered at both his confession and his warm breath on your skin. It took everything in you not to roll your hips into him, the pressure of him just as much a tease as his expression and words and touch.

“That being said,” he started, and you already knew you weren’t going to like what he was about to say. “You have a workout to finish.”

“I can think of a few alternatives that are just as effective,” you said, giving into the temptation to gently grind against him.

He bit his lip, holding back a moan as he forced you to stop with his hands on your hips. His attention fell to your chest hovering in front of his face. “You’re not getting out of this one. Nice try though.”

You groaned and straightened, slumping dejectedly. He chuckled before wrapping an arm around your waist, standing abruptly. You squealed, holding onto him as he turned around to sit you down onto the seat of the machine.

“Chanyeol,” you whined.

“Hey, I let you stall, didn’t I?”

“I mean yeah, but we were in the middle of something.”

“I tell you what. Finish this set and I’ll reward you.”

“Reward me how?” You questioned skeptically. His idea of a reward usually benefited him more than you.

As an answer, he stuck out his tongue, wagging it quickly at you. Your eyes widened in shock, scandalized. But the burning in your abdomen and the way your legs pressed together was a dead giveaway to how enticing a reward that was.

“Fine,” you grumbled, adjusting the weight and starting doing your reps.

Chanyeol’s loud laugh echoed throughout the building at your eagerness.

“If I knew that was all the encouragement you needed, I would’ve incorporated it sooner.”

“Shut up,” you muttered.

“Make me.” He smirked.

“Oh, I will be as soon as I get that reward you promised.”

When you left the gym some time later, you couldn’t help but to think maybe your trainer wasn’t that bad afterall.

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[imaginidol]

POV: The intimate moments of you and Baekhyun’s secret relationship

The sight of your boyfriend jogging towards you under the otherwise dimly-lit street was enough to make your heart skip a beat. Again, you think, I get to finally see you again!

His panting gets heavier as he approaches closer, until you both finally embrace each other in a warm hug. His heavy black jacket is covered in his cologne and scent, one that you find so attractive and safe every single time.

“Baby,” he melts into you in delight. “I missed you.”

You smile warmly into him, whispering “I missed you, too!”

It wasn’t too many times during the week you got to see Baekhyun; the last time you saw him was probably close to three or four nights ago. Nowadays, it seemed as though the amount of Dispatch paparazzi and sasaengs flooded the privacy of artists as big as Baekhyun, following Chen’s announcement of having started a private family a few years back. Baekhyun’s name had only popped up once or twice for a dating scandal speculation in the last month or so, but he played it off very well, and with the help of an official statement from the company, he managed to keep his secret about you very private and exclusive only to himself.

“I brought you something,” he pulls away from you to reveal a small paper bowl with a plastic cover, filled to the brim with ice cream – a treat he knew you loved dearly.

“Baekhyun!” you smiled, your hands growing cooler at the touch of the cup.

“Shhh,” Baekhyun stops you with a sudden passionate kiss, numbly nibbling at your bottom lip as he feels your smile spread over your face. “If you say my name too loud, people might hear. We’re still close to SME.”

“Right, sorry,” you whisper in between kisses. You could tell he missed you from the way his kisses grew firmer against your lips, his weight almost completely leaning against your body. You’re the first to pull away, causing him to whimper softly in confusion. “For someone who doesn’t wanna get caught, you don’t hesitate to make out in front of SME,” you tease.

“Where are you parked?” His eyes travel quickly between your lips and your eyes, a sense of slight desperation overcoming him for wanting you in that moment.

“Farther down the street, behind that one corner store with the milkshakes,” you smile.

“What?” His expression quickly grows to deep concern. “Hell no, you can’t be parking back there anymore. It’s too sketchy for you to be around at this time of the night. Just start parking behind the SM building, the parking lot in the back. I’ll get you a pass tomorrow.”

“But Baek, the whole reason we agreed we wouldn’t be parking there in the first place was because we could get caught seeing each other or something,” your eyes threaten to fill with tears at the thought of Baekhyun’s name being once again stained at the stake of another dating scandal, especially now that it’s been years since the last real scandal finally died down.

“I change my mind; I’d rather you be safe and closer to me than out here. Sorry, I didn’t think about the alternatives much,” he heaves, taking you by the arm. “Let’s go to your car, I’ll drive us over.”

He takes his neck scarf and ties it over your face, then proceeds to pull a beanie from his jacket and tug it over himself. You both make way to your car, following carefully but briskly behind his every step.

Once you’re in the car, you turn to him, offering him some of your new ice cream.

“Only a little bit, love, since we’re performing tomorrow,” he agrees.

You take a spoonful of the cold treat and gently place it between his lips, a smile forming on his face at the sight of your own excitement. You take a spoonful of the dessert next, spilling a drop over your bottom lip.

He takes his thumb and slides it over your bottom lip, cleaning it over and proceeding to lick it off himself. The car groans to life, and soon you’re both driving carefully through a longer route until you reach the SME building.

He scans his ID through the back gates, allowing your car to enter into the private lot and hiding among the vehicles of other staff. He turns the car off, and then proceeds to turn his attention to you.

“Baek,” you start. “How much time do you have before you go in again?”

Baekhyun sighs back against his seat, pulling out his phone to check the time again. “Maybe fifteen, fourteen minutes?”

You both sit quietly for a moment in the silence of your reality: attempting to work out a secret relationship with a highly rated singer. It wasn’t the fairest game you thought you could handle.

There was just no privacy anymore.

In fact, it seemed as if Baekhyun’s stalker and sasaeng problem had only worstened over the course of the last few years.

“I’m trying to figure something out for us,” Baekhyun interrupts the silence. “I want you, but being with me is a toll too harsh for you to risk. I don’t want to… lose you.”

His voice cracks at the last syllable, while your tears spilled under your lids that you tried so hard to hold back.

“Are you sure you wanna keep doing this, Baek?” Your voice comes out a mere whisper, and he turns over in shock to see you had actually started crying.

“What? Of course I do. It’s… risky. But I knew what I signed up for when I knew I wanted you. Come here,” he pulls you in his arms, taking your ice cream and placing it on the dashboard. “A risk I’m willing to take, though I’m hoping for the better outcome.”

“Okay,” you heaved, “because I’ve already fallen for you pretty badly. I think I’m so down bad for you now, so it better work out for the best.”

“Shhh,” Baekhyun once again interrupts your doubts with a soft, tender kiss. “I’ll make sure it does,” he breathes through you, “I can’t lose whoever I choose to love over some stupid scandal. It’s never my fault when I fall in love. And I love you right now. Only you. I don’t want to lose you to a scandal like that, I don’t wanna go through any potential career deaths over my love life again.”

“I’m sorry, Baek,” you look up at him, feeling his cold fingers wipe away the warm tears welling from your eyes. His index and thumb lift your chin, forcing you to watch him closely.

“I’ll make sure you don’t fall harshly if we ever do get caught,” he promises with a smile.

Being the non-celebrity that you were, he knew how much your quiet, comfortable life meant to you. It meant a lot to him too, knowing that it was also a small escape from his lifestyle as well. One where he didn’t have to worry about his image or about having eyes on him at all times. You were also his comfort, and he couldn’t bear to lose that.

“I’ll work extra hard for you, too,” you finally smile up at him.

“Awe, look at you, pretty,” he whispers to you, pupils dilating at the sight of your beauty. To him, you were the greatest thing he could look forward to nowadays. What could possibly be better than this?

Suddenly, Baekhyun’s phone starts buzzing. He looks down to see it’s one of the members, and picks up.

“Yeah, I’m on break. Okay, I’ll be in soon, just give me a few more minutes,” he says, his eyebrows furrowing lightly. “See you inside in a bit. Bye.”

“Who was that, Baek?”

“Chan,” he mutters. “They want me to re-record a few new adlibs they just added to our current project.”

“Oh,” you look down in defeat, “okay.”

“I’m sorry, love,” he turns to you, knowing that cutting his time meant cutting time away from you.

This hurt you just as much as it hurt him. How many times a week could he really actually see you? In between his busy schedules and sudden occurrences (like Chanyeol’s call just now), there wasn’t always much time left even for a secret relationship.

“That’s okay,” you look at him, a devious grin slowly spreading across your face. “Pick a number between one and ten,” you say slyly.

“What? Oh, um, two,” he looks up, an expression of confusion overtaking his face. “Why?”

You start giggling for a moment, before whispering quietly into his ear, “You have two minutes to make out with me, in any way that you want.”

A panicked expression pains his face, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “No, no, no, no, no, that’s not fair, that’s not fair, ask me again,” he starts pressing his palm against the curve of your neck, his eyes growing hooded.

“You’re ten seconds in,” you whisper, sending him into a frenzy.

He doesn’t take another moment of hesitation before he pushes his lips against yours.

He’s completely melted into your love. He presses against you, leaving small pecks and long kisses all over your mouth. His hands pull your legs in closer, then proceeding to slowly follow the curve of your waist until he reaches the brim of your collarbone. His soft lips demand yours to part, his teeth slowly making their way to your bottom lip. He’s biting and sucking on you, soft groans escaping his parted mouth and bringing music to your ears. He invites his tongue into your mouth, a sloppy mess forcing a quiet moan to escape you. His fingers make their way around your neck and up to your jaw, his grip firmly bringing you closer to him as if there wasn’t anymore space left between you both already.

“I love you, I love you so much,” he mumbled between kisses, though half of these words were more of a slurred, distracted speech.

His intensifying breathing pattern grows heavy and uneven, the only thought going through his mind being fuck, I’ve missed you so fucking much. You don’t know just how long he’d waited for this, but damn, it felt good.

“Time’s up!” you pull back giggling, watching his darkened eyes make a fuss out of your movements.

“Two minutes is not enough, let me pick another number,” he whines, making you laugh lightly in amusement.

“Baek, you really should go inside before Chan comes out looking for you,” you smirk.

“Ten minutes, I want ten minutes,” he pleads once more, but the slyness on your face tells him he’d have no chance. “I don’t get to see you often already as it is!”

You place your hand lightly on his cheek, your thumb sliding over his cheekbone. He lifts his hand and places it over yours, and you can see the desperation growing stronger in his expression.

But Baekhyun wouldn’t dare do anything to you without your permission.

“Give me your phone,” you say quietly.

“Why?”

“Give it, unlocked.”

He hands over the phone, anxiously waiting for you to give him another green light.

“Hmm,” you think, your thumbs searching through his messages, finally reaching Chanyeol’s number.

“Pick a number between ten and twenty,” you smile.

“A hundred!”

You break out in a laugh, and type something down into his phone, then returning it to him shortly after.

“What did you do?” He asks, studying the words on his screen.

“I just bought us a bit more time, and said you’re stuck in traffic.”

His eyes gleamed in absolute delight, a wide smile growing across his face.

Fuck, he was so beautiful.

“Now what?” He looks at you with eager eyes.

“Given I probably won’t see you for a couple days again, kiss me and don't stop. Oh, and by the way,” you subtly motion your head towards your backseat, “I made sure to tint my windows and clean the back seats for… you.”

He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into him, your giggles fading out into one of the most passionate love sessions you’ve ever experienced in your life.

On the dashboard, the ice cream slowly melts its way down to a mere puddle of tasty delight.

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[shinescape]

Encounter

Kai x Fem Reader

note: i've kept this story to myself for about 9 years i think and now I feel that it deserves to be shared although the writing might sound a bit childish but it's a treasure of mine. Enjoy the read!

The crisp sound of leaves under your boots made you aware of your surroundings. A basket in one hand and the other holding a broken tree branch in case a wild animal came approaching your way.

Grandmother had told you to get the most important ingredient for an apple pie. Of course you wouldn’t be searching for wheat flour in the middle of the woods. It was the red juicy fruit that she requested you to search for. 

You fastened your pace and went deeper in the grounds of tall trees. No sound of any small creatures or humans can be heard in the forest. It was still early in the evening but not as bright as midday.

You hummed to a melody that grandmother always used to make you sleep when you had trouble doing so. All of a sudden, a rumbling noise passed by your right which made you stop in track. “Who’s there?”  Your voice echoed through the trees. You  held in your breath, waiting for a response or any signs of danger.

Nothing happens the next minute so you continue on walking. Upon reaching the apple tree, you placed down the basket on a bed of dried leaves and wiped your slightly damp hand on the surface of your red hooded dress. The stick too fell off your hand easily. Despite having a small body, a large number of red apples did fall off from its branches after you harshly shook it. Well, a small body doesn’t mean it has no strength.

You picked all the fresh apples around happily, not caring about the surroundings at the moment. The weaved basket was already full but you still collected them at the other side of the tree. “This should be enough.” A small apple placed neatly in your right hand as a smile crept up your face.

You were about to walk back to the basket but a strong force suddenly pushed you hard against the tree. You flinched as your back started to ache from the impact. 

The moment you opened your eyes, a black robe was in sight. You assumed it to be black since there was no sunlight and the grey clouded sky started to appear. The castle was nowhere near this part of the woods so the guards wouldn’t be here unless…

“A maiden like you should not be wandering around this region. It’s not safe.”

You looked up from the ground as the stranger spoke in such a low tone. Only a pair of lips was seen as the stranger’s face had been covered by the attached hood of the worn out cloth. You just realised that your left hand felt empty, your only weapon happens to be missing.

“Looking for this?” The man waved the twig that you left behind after being too absorbed with the apples.  I’m doomed, was all you could think of at the moment. “I-I mean no harm sir. Would you please let me go?” With so much courage, you pleaded with him nicely and had really meant what you said. He scoffed as he pressed the twig further on your neck.

“Let you go? It’s not going to be easy…riding hood.” As he was saying that, the hood fell off his head and the face that had stayed hidden all this while wasn’t what you expected it to look like. The features he had were too much to be described.

The visible jawline that stood out from his fairly tanned skin made you blinked several times. The way his menacing eyes stared down at you, his sharp nose and the plump lips that carved a small smirk was noticeable. He was indeed a beautiful creature.

An unsure feeling lingered in you. Was he even human or some dangerous creature that lived in these dead woods? The thought of returning home had long been forgotten as the new feeling arose in you to know more about this well figured being. None initiated to voice out but the silence between the both of you felt far from uneasiness.  

You tried to rip off the twig from cutting off your breathing by staring back at him. Despite being shaken up by his antics, you took a firm hold of his hand but he was faster. “Not too fast, maiden. You have committed a crime and must pay for it.” He traced your face from the forehead down to your nose and stopped right at your lips that had slowly lost its colour.

“I had done nothing wrong.” You hissed which he snickered back in return. You turned your face to the side with anger. “I never saw you around here and I suppose you don't know who I am.” His thumb and forefinger made its way to your chin and tilted it so your eyes could meet his wild ones. “I’m dangerous and a beauty like you should leave before-” 

“How can a human like you be dangerous?” Your curious side had come out at the wrong time. Before you could question him further, he shut his eyes, hand still on your chin.  He wanted you to see him. The real him that no one had seen before. Not a single human had experienced what this red riding hood had. He, all of a sudden, rests his lips on yours ever so softly. The kiss was within seconds but both could feel the sparks in it.

A forbidden kiss was shared as cold sweats formed on your forehead. The previous apple had fallen long ago. Even when both your hands were free at the moment, they were numbed. You didn’t dare move because the next thing you saw was the man’s eye. It changed colour. His eyes were no longer the normal hazel but golden. Golden as in the fire breath of a phoenix. 

If the unexpected meeting surprised you, his next sentence could make you faint but you managed to suppress it. “Wolf, I’m a wolf.” You tried to believe what this person just declared to be but it was impossible, too impossible. Your lips curved into a smile knowing that he must either be joking or telling the truth. 

“That is a really bad joke-” 

“I’m telling the truth.” He cut off knowing what was in your mind that moment. Your smile instantly faded and was out of words. Silence enveloped you once more. The only sound was your constant breathing since the temperature had dropped thus the warmth was almost gone. He noticed how your body quivered and slowly snaked one arm around your waist, pulling you to his warm chest. The shivering that you felt slowly went away. 

“You should go beauty. I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered as he settled his chin on your head, arms still cradling your body. One should be scared but you didn’t care even if he was a dangerous beast. It was a feeling that can’t be defined. It was forbidden to develop feelings in such a short time and especially to a person much less a beast. 

You let him embrace you as your head rested on his chest. You didn’t know why but your body reacts without thinking. You were still sane but something magical like this happened only once in a blue moon. “What if I don’t want to leave?” You slightly leaned away to see his expression. 

The only look you saw from him earlier was a playful smirk but now he showed an unreadable face. He cupped both of your cheeks in his warm palms and stroked them in circular motion. He knows. You know. The emotion was mutual. You started to sense something wrong was about to happen. 

“Promise me something. I know you can feel it in you too. Promise me that-” 

“Riding hood, where are you?!” 

You didn’t want to abandon him like this. Only meeting for about a few hours but it was wrong to do this. You somewhat feel attached to this unnamed wolf boy by now. Your lips quivered but your blurry eyes still locked with his golden ones. 

“Promise me that you’ll remember this moment, this tree, and this pair of golden eyes that will surely remember you.” He let go and backed away from you step by step, eyes never leaving yours as a solemn look etched on his face. 

“Where are you, Riding hood? Grandmother is worried about you!”  

You took a step forward, eyes brimming with tears. The words “don’t leave” or “I’ll go with you” wanted to escape your lips but instead “Name…your name at least.” The least thing that you wanted to know before going your separate ways was his name. The wood was where he belonged and the small cottage was your home.

A small smile carved on his flawless features. “It’s Kai.” With that he left in the form of a brown furred wolf. Not a shadow can be seen and the time was unknown. It happens in a matter of seconds. Everything felt so surreal but you knew that it was just the beginning of a new adventure.

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[joon-xbts]

Mine (Park Chanyeol)

Artist: Park Chanyeol Genre: Smut

The feeling of his skin on mine drove me crazy. The way it perfectly grazed mine and the way his hips moved against mine. The way his hot breath brushed against my skin, creating a trail of goosebumps. Every inch of me yearned for more. The way he always left me begging for more and oh how he would punish me. To others it would scare them but to me it just turned me on even more. Just remembering it gave me chills and turned me on.

??: Y/N….Y/N!

You: Oh sorry Chanyeol, did you say something?

Chanyeol: Yeah I asked if you had your report done

You: Yes sir, it’s right here

I scramble to hand him the folder containing my assignment. He simply smiled and began going through the report, listing off everything as if he were checking things off of his grocery list. The meeting continued to drag on, allowing my thoughts from earlier to peek through at me. I tried so hard to contain it but Chanyeol’s husky voice didn’t help any. I soon found myself scanning his body, taking in everything that he was giving. His jacket was laid across the back of his chair and his tie hung loose around his neck, showing the small sight of the buttons he had chosen not to do. Everything about him right now just screamed sexy and it took everything in me to not jump him right here and now. It was a battle with myself as I sat through the meeting, exhaling heavily as the meeting came to an end. I just wanted to get out of there. I wasn’t in a relationship with my boss, I mean we’ve slept together quite a bit but none of that meant we were dating. Besides sleeping with the boss was bad enough, there were rules against having a relationship between coworkers. The rules are stupid, but they’re set in place to keep from there being any conflict in the office. I quickly gather my things and begin heading for the door when I am stopped by the sound of his husky voice.

Chanyeol: Y/N do you mind staying for a quick second?

You: Sure, what do you need?

Chanyeol: Are you okay?

You: I’m fine, why do you ask?

Chanyeol: You just seemed off today, plus I may have noticed you checking me out

A smirk makes itself present on his face as a blush creeps across mine. 

You: Oh, you noticed that?

Chanyeol: I notice more than you think I do

I looked at him confused, what did he mean by that?

Chanyeol: You’ve been spacing out throughout the meeting and with the way you were trying to leave so fast makes me think you don’t want to be around me

You: No it’s not tha-

His finger moves to my lips to silence me as he seductively shakes his head.

Chanyeol: Don’t lie to me babygirl. I know you’ve been thinking about how good I make you feel, but we agreed that we wouldn’t let this thing between us affect our work

You: I know, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again 

Chanyeol: I know it won’t and you’re going to prove to me how sorry you are. Right here. Right now

His hands slowly move to my shoulders, and he begins to push me down until my knees make contact with the cold floor. In an instant my hands are grazing across the belt that holds his trousers up. As soon as his belt and trousers are undone my hands move to rub across his bulge, feeling as it hardens under my touch.

Chanyeol: I wouldn’t play around if I were you

My hands then move to the hem of his boxers and gently tug them down, enough for his member to spring out and stand perfectly in front of my face. I waste no time in wrapping my hand around it and give it a few pumps before slowly inching it into my mouth. I slowly make my way down, hollowing my cheeks as I go. As soon as I have it all in my mouth, I pull it completely out, listening as a pop sound echoes throughout the room. Back and forth I go, picking up my pace and listening as Chanyeol’s quiet moans fill the room. Not too loud but loud enough for me to hear. Hearing how much pleasure I was giving him turned me on and soon enough he was unraveling in my mouth. I pulled away and cleaned up every drop that slides down the side of my mouth before I pull myself off the floor. He quickly fixes himself as I grab my things and get ready to leave.

Chanyeol: Just where do you think you’re going?

You: I showed you how sorry I was

Chanyeol: You still don’t want to be around me?

You: If I stay with you any longer, I will definitely jump you

Chanyeol: And what’s so wrong with that?

You: I thought you didn’t want this to interfere with our work

Chanyeol: That was before you reminded me just how sexy you are and just how good it would feel to be inside of you right now

He doesn’t say anything else, he simply moves closer to me as I move backwards soon being stopped by the table. His lips graze over mine as his hand finds its way to my throat. Before he is able to do anything the door is heard opening.

Kai: Hey Chanyeol, Marcus wants to see you

Chanyeol: Why?

Kai: Don’t know, just said he needed to speak with you

Chanyeol: Okay I’ll be down in a sec

I listen as he closes the door and Chanyeol turns to me.

Chanyeol: He can wai-

You: You better go see what he wants

I sigh and walk out, tracking my way to my desk.

Jennie: You okay?

You: I’m just stressed

Jennie: Does that mean we’re gonna hit the club later?

You: Definitely

-Time Skip-

Jennie: How come you don’t date?

You: What makes you think I don’t date?

Jennie: I’ve never seen you with a guy, more like I’ve never seen you with the same guy

You: You saying I’m a hoe?

Jennie: No, I’m just saying that maybe it would be nice if we could find some guys to settle down with

You: We should, but not tonight. Let’s just go have some fun

Jennie: Agreed

You: How do I look?

I turn around, revealing my tight gold dress that hugs my curves and shows my skin through the slits that run down the side of the dress.

Jennie: You look hot, now let’s go get our party on

The music surrounded us, bodies moved around us, and every guy had their eyes on us. We were the center of attention. Drinks were offered to us left and right and we took it all in. Everything from today slipped away as I gave into the alcohol. We wasted no time in picking out guys to party with. We had dragged them to the dance floor and gave in to the sexual attraction that we felt, most of it due to the alcohol.

-Chanyeol’s POV-

Everything moved around us. People were stuck in their own worlds as they drowned themselves in alcohol and music. I however sat in a booth with my friends and drank to have a good time.

Kai: Hey guys look, isn’t that Jennie and Y/N

Sehun: It is, man those guys that they’re with are so lucky

Kai: Yeah, those two are the hottest girls at the office

My gaze lingered on Y/N, watching how she danced with that guy. It was enough to piss me off. She’s MINE! 

-Your POV-

Everything felt so right, but at the same time it felt so wrong. Ever since I started sleeping with Chanyeol I haven’t let another man get this close. I knew that nothing could ever happen between us but at the same time I hoped that he would just claim me as his. I was so lost and to be honest, horny. I hadn’t fully gotten over my feelings from this morning, I had kept it under control but with alcohol I was feeling it all again. 

Man: Hey hotness, you wanna take this party back to my place?

Chanyeol: No, she doesn’t

I turn my attention away from the guy and focus on an angry Chanyeol. 

Man: And who are you?

Chanyeol: Her boyfriend

I don’t get the chance to say anything before Chanyeol grabs my arm and drags me out of the club, easily throwing me in his car and leaving. 

Chanyeol: What the hell was all that?!  

You: What was all what?

Chanyeol: Letting that guy touch all up on you!!

You: I was just having fun

Chanyeol: No! You don’t get to do that, understand? You’re mine!

He quickly pulls off to the side of the road. In an instant both our seat belts are off, and his lips are slammed onto mine as his hand weaves its way through my hair. His lips hungrily attack mine as his other hand moves to pull me onto his lap. As soon as I am placed on his lap his seat is laid back and he’s undoing his pants. I watch as his member springs loose and as his hand moves to tap my hip, a sign that he wants me to move myself into position. I position myself and slowly sink down onto his member.

Chanyeol: Ride me babygirl

You: Yes daddy

He growls at the use of that name and his grip on my hips tightens. I teasingly move myself up and down, watching as he throws his head back in pleasure.

Chanyeol: I really don’t think you should tease me

You: And why not?

He doesn’t speak, instead his grip tightens further, and he begins thrusting upwards at an excruciating pace. The constant feeling of being torn apart soon was replaced with a feeling of ecstasy as I reveled in pleasure. The only sounds heard were our mixed moans and the sound of the engine running. In no time I was back in control and sliding myself up and down on his member as his lips attacked my neck. I could feel as he sucked at the flesh, no doubt leaving marks on each place his lips touched. As soon as his member twitched, I could tell he was close and so was I, the knot in my stomach being too much for me to handle. It wasn’t long before we were unraveling together, a mix of our juices as we rode out our highs. As soon as I transferred myself back into my seat Chanyeol began fixing himself.

Chanyeol: We’re going to my place

A shower, more sex, and a change of clothes later; we were cuddling on the couch.

You: What did you mean earlier when you said you were my boyfriend?

Chanyeol: I meant that I’m your boyfriend. I don’t want to just keep hooking up, I want something real with you

You: But what about the rules?

Chanyeol: I’ll deal with the board and their rules

You: You really want to be in a relationship with me?

Chanyeol: I can show you just how bad I do, round 4?

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[sxmi678458]

you message jongin as a joke and he replies

A/N: yes this is based on that one picture from pinterest i dont remember who made it i am so incredibly sorry </3

POV : you message jongin as a joke and he replies

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[lanland04moure]

Playing with fire Park Chanyeol / X-EXO Chanyeøl

* gif not mine *

I thought it would be a quiet day, but nothing had been like that since I discovered his existence.

Chanyeol was worried but most of all angry and this guy appeared everywhere we went.

Chanyeol's mood changed as soon as I saw him, he looked annoyed and uncomfortable whenever he was near or around us.

I didn't want to add to that, so I never mentioned to him that I had discovered this guy following me, watching from afar what I was doing, among other things.

I wasn't afraid of him, I was very intrigued. Where did he come from? What was he looking for?

×××

The day I found him outside my apartment, injured and almost unconscious it was impossible for me to ignore him, for me it was like turning my back on Chanyeol and that caused my heart to ache.

With the little strength he had left and my help he was able to make it to the sofa in the living room, where he collapsed totally defeated. I felt bad for him, he looked weak and looked totally harmless.

I watched him for a few seconds before going in search of the small first aid kit. I was cleaning the wounds on his face when he suddenly opened his eyes, he watched me for a few seconds before looking around.

He seemed to be looking for someone, when he saw us alone he seemed to relax and let me continue with my work.

After finishing I let him rest while I prepared dinner, my mind was in chaos, I didn't know what to do. Chanyeol would be here soon and if he was still here there could be trouble.

I wasn't afraid to be alone with him, I didn't feel that he could harm me, but I knew that Chanyeol would be totally out of his mind when he found out about this.

The jingling of keys and the small muffled noises on the other side of the door signaled his arrival, my nerves rose to an unimaginable level, there was nothing to do...

He walked straight to where I was, he greeted me with a small kiss on my forehead while he commented that he was starving, for a moment I remained static. He had passed in front of the sofa where his other self was and he didn't react to it, the nerves were still running through my being in a way that I couldn't bear any longer.

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[eomayas]

cream soda • bbh [req]

pairing: idol!baekhyun x MUA!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! fluff

synopsis: reader is a makeup artist for exo and likes baekhyun in eyeshadow, and he notices

warnings: p in v, pwp (slow burn), teasing, fingering, pet names (baby & good girl), baekhyun being sexy in eyeshadow

a/n: i got 3 different smut requests for cream soda teaser #1 baekhyun 😭 so here you go i hope you all like it! thank you for the requests and support 🩷

his eyeshadow smudges easily due to your hands being shaky. you hope he doesn’t notice, but doubt that he does because he’s busy tapping away at his phone. you swallow and keep working the brush over his eye, blending out the dark colors to create a smoky eye.

you allow yourself to sneak glances at him while he’s preoccupied with his phone. every so often, you’ll glance at him through the mirror, pretending you’re fixing your own appearance but really you’re looking at him.

“okay,” you say, setting the brush down and leaning back from him. “i think i’m done.” you say. he looks up from his phone and gives you a smile. your stomach flips and you swallow thickly, glancing away from him for a brief moment.

“you think? how do i look?” he ask, leaning around you to examine himself in the mirror before settling back with his gaze on you. he looks sexy, edible, and if you had a different relationship, maybe you’d tell him so.

“you look nice, baekhyun,” you say, keeping your true thoughts and feelings to yourself. he smiles quizzically up at you, running a hand through his hair.

“just nice?” he’s playing with you now, you can see it in his features and hear it in his tone. your pulse quickens—he’s figured you out. was it that obvious? you don’t know—you feel caught, cornered. “cause i think i look good.” he adds, the emphasis on the word “good” making you let out a breath. so maybe he hadn’t caught you and figured you out. maybe your thoughts weren’t written across your forehead.

you nod curtly and step away from him, turning around to fix your station. “you do,” you say quietly. you hear baekhyun shift behind you, his presence looming over you. again, your stomach flips and you make the mistake of looking up into the mirror where he’s already looking at you, a smirk on his face.

“what was that?” baekhyun asks, a knowing look on his face. your cheeks burn and you snap the makeup box closed and sidestep away from him, putting a healthy gap of distance between the two of you.

“they’re waiting on you,” you say, not meeting his eye. luckily his name is shouted and he actually has to leave, so you’re able to slump against the counter and catch your breath. you’re always paired up with baekhyun for styling, and recently your interactions have gotten more and more…tense.

you don’t know if you should call it a crush because you’re both professionals, and your job would be on the line. but you’ve always had a thing for him and his silly, flirty ways. he’s always kind to you, asking how you’re doing and seeming truly interested. he’s been like this since you first started working as a makeup artist for exo, teasing and joking with you while you worked on his face. you were bound to catch feelings for him with the way you saw him constantly and the interactions you had.

after cleaning up your station, you assist anybody else who needs their makeup done. the rest of exo has always been kind as well, but you don’t have a similar relationship with them like you do with baekhyun. they’re all polite and professional, and don’t teeter too close to the edge of flirting under the guise of a joke with you.

when you finish helping out, you decide to walk around the set to busy yourself. baekhyun is still getting his photos taken, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you look over at him from afar. baekhyun is attractive, simply put. he’s confident and playful, but right now he’s flat out sexy.

you find yourself skulking over close to the shoot, standing a few feet behind the photographer. you watch baekhyun, unable to take your eyes off of him as he smizes at the camera. he captures the attention of everybody, the other staff members oohing and aahing him as he poses for the camera. if you had half a brain, you’d probably join in, but, professionalism.

you’re snapped out of your baekhyun daze when your name is yelled with authority. “y/n! we need touch ups!” you blink yourself back to reality, looking up and finding everybody looking at you, including baekhyun. he has a smirk on his face, and you feel heat creeping up your neck and face. you part your lips, ready to apologize, but nothing comes out. instead, you rush over to your station to retrieve your brushes.

sidling up to baekhyun, you examine his face, forcing your brain to be in work mode. he talks above your head to one of his members, twisting his head everywhere you don’t need him to be. “baekhyun, could you…” you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “baekhyun.” you say louder and as he turns to you, you catch his chin in your hand to steady his face to do your work.

baekhyuns eyes stay laser-focused on you. you swallow nervously and gently dab at his face, fixing whatever smudges he’s accrued ever since he started shooting. “your hands are shaking,” he murmurs, and you quickly let go of his chin, your grip on the powder press tightening between your fingers. “are you nervous?” he asks, leaning down a bit closer—too close. but legend has it that it makes it easier for you reach him.

“no,” you lie, gently tilting his head to the other side. you go to remove your hand from his jaw, but captures your wrist and keeps it there. your breath hitches in your throat, and you glance around the set to see if anybody is watching. “baekhyun, wh-what are you d-doing?” you stammer, frozen in place.

“helping you. this makes it easier, right? if i move?” he makes a dramatic example of pulling his face away from your hand and moving his head around wildly, before placing it back in your hold, and trying to move to show the differences.

he smiles at you, his cheek resting nicely in your palm. under different circumstances, you feel he might kiss. hell, you feel like he might still, with his close proximity and the way you catch his eyes flick down to your lips quickly.

you blink away your feelings and his gaze, and quickly finish up his face. “done,” you say, letting go of his face and taking a step back.

“do i still look nice?” he jokes, straightening and look down at you. you blush and glance away from him, nodding your head.

“yes, baekhyun, you do,” you say. he chuckles and shuffles away, going back to pose for the camera. you take one last look at him and sigh, your heart slamming against your ribcage.

you’re afforded a break, but before you leave to go out, you pick up your station again. you move slowly so you’ll have more time to yourself, organizing your brushes and foundations by color. you wipe up the counter with disinfecting wipes, even the chair, just to kill time.

picking up the box you keep your supplies in, you walk it over to the storage closet and take your time in there too. it doesn’t need to be organized by any means; any open space on the shelves will work, but you decide to arrange it next to the other staff members items, alphabetizing it properly.

a knock at the door makes you jump and you freeze for a second, praying it’s not your boss or one of the managers coming to yell at you for taking too long to go on your break. you gulp and gingerly step away from the shelf, grabbing the knob to open the door. to your relief, it’s not your boss. but to your surprise, it is baekhyun.

“yes?” you say, gripping onto the door for dear life. you look up at him with wide eyes, shock written all over your face. he smirks at you and you wish he would stop, because all day it’s made you feel things and now that he’s here, in a tiny closet with you and nobody else, you feel exposed.

“i just need some makeup wipes,” he says, leaning forward on his toes. you look up at him, slightly dumbfounded. he could have asked any other person on the set for those—they’re everywhere.

“oh, okay,” you say, turning around and grabbing your box. baekhyun steps inside the closet behind you and you glance at him over your shoulder when the door closes. you two lock eyes and you start to feel hot, chest and face burning now that you’re completely alone.

you clumsily open your makeup box and a few things spill out. “i got it,” he says when you start to bend down. you squeak out a ‘thanks’ and dig pull out the makeup wipes.

when you turn around, you’re met with his exposed chest and the necklaces that rest nicely on it. your feet stay rooted to the floor and eyes stuck on his clavicle, unable to move with how close he is. your chest moves up and down faster than you’d like, nearly touching his with the pace you’re breathing.

“here you go,” he says, his voice low and deeper than before. your eyes drag up his neck, up his jaw to his lip and nose, and finally to his eyes. your breath gets taken away with how he looks, especially with his dark eye makeup.

baekhyun wiggles the fallen brush in his hand, like he’s teasing you. you pluck it from his fingers, the brush shaking between your thumb and forefinger. you offer him the pack of makeup wipes in return, and place the brush back in it’s proper place.

your heartbeat rings in your ears. the tension is thick in the room, and you can’t turn back around to face him. you can barely handle him in public, and now that here’s here with you, alone, you’re not sure you’re going to last.

“y/n,” you feel him behind you, mere centimeters away. if you turn, you’ll bump into him—that’s how small this room is and how close he is to you. you audibly suck in a breath and wring your fingers together in front of you.

turning around, your shoulder comes in contact with his hard chest. he’s closer than ever, looming over you. his makeup is still on, but he holds a wipe in his hand. he extends it to you and you look down at it before meeting his eyes. “you want me to do it?” you ask. you’ve done it countless times before, but it’s different now, because he sought you out. and, again, you’re alone.

he nods. “yes,” he says. you take the makeup wipe and clutch it in your hand. you expect him to lean forward, but he doesn’t so you grab his face like you did before, your eyes roaming everywhere but his. “am i making you uncomfortable?” he asks as you start wiping one side of his face, saving the eyeshadow for last so you can bask in his sexiness for awhile longer.

“no,” you reply honestly.

“are you sure?” he asks.

you nod. “it’s not the word i would use to describe how i feel right now,” your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly. you feel him smirk underneath your palm and your stomach flips.

“no?” you shake your head. “what word would you use to describe how you’re feeling, then?” he asks. you slide your eyes to his, your hand stilling against the side of his face. his eyes urge you to respond, to tell him how you feel and you want to, you really do.

baekhyun drags his eyes down to your mouth and let’s them stay there for a moment, making it so obvious compared to earlier when you caught him. “baekhyun…” you say, your voice hoarse.

“that’s my name,” he mumbles, eyes back on yours. your lips part, unsure of what to say, or what’s really going on between the two of you. his face is mostly done, sans for his nose and his eye makeup. you close your mouth and get back to work, ignoring the storm happening in your head.

you let out a small sigh as you get to his eyes, barely rubbing off the makeup. “you like it,” he says matter-of-factly. you only nod and keep gently wiping away at his eyes.

“it looks nice,” you compliment. baekhyun softly grabs onto your elbow, halting your movements.

“then leave it on,” he says. you press your lips together and let your arm fall to your side, the other hand still resting on his cheek. he looks into your eyes deeply, and you manage to keep your eyes on him for the first time today. his eyes go back down to your mouth and he lets out a breath. “can i kiss you?” he asks and the question catches you so off guard that you take a step backwards, dropping your hand from his face.

“w-what?” you stutter. baekhyun sobers immediately straightening up and putting some distance between the two of you.

“y/n, im sorry. i didnt mean to make you uncomfortable—shit, fuck—i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to overstep,” he reaches for the handle and you panic. you didn’t step away from him because he made you uncomfortable, you were just shocked at his forwardness. he doesn’t know how badly you want him to kiss you.

“baekhyun, wait,” you say, grabbing his hand. the doorknob stills in his hand as he looks at you, at your hand holding onto his. “i’m not uncomfortable.” you say, looking into his eyes to emphasize that this really is okay. “i… you can kiss me. i want you to.” you say, swallowing the lump on your throat.

baekhyuns shoulders relax, rolling back. “are you sure?” he asks.

“yes.”

he closes the distance between you, taking your face between his hands. he looks down at you with an intense stare that has your knees getting weak. baekhyun strokes your cheek softly with his thumb before dipping his head down and pressing his sweet lips to yours.

you’re breathless again, your hands finding purchase on his forearms to hold yourself steady. he kisses you slowly, like he’s waiting for you to pull back at any second. you want more, so you skip your tongue into his mouth, baekhyun catching on quickly and letting go of your face to grab you by the waist and pull you closer.

your arms are around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. you can’t really believe that you’re kissing him—it feels surreal.

but you know it’s not when he groans against your lips. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this,” he says, biting your bottom lip, holding it between his teeth for a moment before letting it go and looking at you with dark eyes.

you’re unsure of how to respond; if you should be honest and tell him the same or play it cool. you decide to just kiss him, hoping he understands that you feel the same if you weren’t doing a good job at conveying it earlier.

you and baekhyun get caught in a weird space, his hands sliding up and down your body, groping your ass but never trying to do anything more than that. he keeps his lips on you, never trying to kiss your neck and you do the same. baekhyun is playing everything safe, offering you an out at every chance. a part of you wants to just tell him that he can do whatever he wants with you, to you, but the other wants to keep it in this space, to not complicate it. but you really can’t help yourself, not when you have him like this.

you move your lips from his mouth to his jaw and down his neck, kissing every inch of exposed skin that his open shirt gives you. you silently thank his stylists and whoever created this outfit.

you kiss down his chest, your hands moving to unbuckle the belt that holds his flimsy shirt together. you fumble with it for a moment before you manage to get it off, and baekhyun makes no move to help you. he likes seeing you eager and desperate for him, because he feels the exact same way.

his shirt falls open and you drag your hands down his chest, tracing your fingertips over the ridges of his abs. you drag your hands down lower, stopping at the waistband of his pants that rest an inch below his belly button. “what do you want to do, y/n?” he asks you, pulling your closer to him by your ass.

you only shrug. you’ll do anything. “whatever you want,” you say, meaning it. baekhyun pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and shakes his head slightly. he can’t believe this moment, you. and he doesn’t know what he wants more, you on your knees or him buried deep inside of you, watching you fall apart on him.

baekhyun reconnects your lips, this time kissing you with more want. his fingers work quickly to unbutton your pants and shove his hand down the front of you, pressing his fingers against your clothed core. wetness coats the center and his chest swells with pride when your lips part to let out a gasp when he starts rubbing the material into you.

he kisses on your neck and pushes your pants down farther so he can have more access to you. pushing your panties to the side, baekhyun slips two fingers between your folds and you widen your stance, desperate for his touch. a quiet groan leaves your lips when he slides his fingers into your soaking core, your gummy walls inviting him in easily.

you pant as he works his fingers into you. your hands hold onto his shoulders and you lurch forward when he adds another finger into the mix, his thumb rubbing on your clit as hell. “baek- shh,” he says lowly, kissing your lips to keep your quiet. your clench around his fingers and moan against his mouth. “keep quiet, baby. don’t want to get caught, do you?” the use of the pet name makes you whimper and baekhyun narrows his eyes at you.

“s-sorry,” you squeak, putting one of your own hands against your mouth to quiet yourself. your strain, but it’s muffled enough for baekhyuns satisfaction and he keeps working his fingers in and out of you. he rubs at your clit and that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach tightens. your grab onto his shoulder tighter, hoping he understands that you’re close to reaching your climax.

you squeeze his fingers and baekhyun nips at your neck. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby? are you gonna cum for me? all over my fingers?” he mumbles in your ear, gently biting your earlobe. his voice and his words, and the fact that he keeps calling you baby are enough to send you over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut as you release all over his fingers. “that’s right, just like that. good girl.” you don’t like to imagine how pathetic you look when you throw yourself around him, resting your face in his shoulder and gently biting him to quiet yourself.

baekhyun pulls his fingers out of you and you sigh at the loss of contact. you manage to stand up on your shaky legs, holding onto one of the shelves for support. he starts to unbutton his pants but sops himself to look up at you. “i’m on birth control. and i’m clean,” you say quickly and he gives you a small smile.

“good to know, and so am i,” he says, pulling down his pants. you can’t help but gawk at the bulge in his underwear, your mouth falling open at the sheer size. you hastily step out of your pants and panties, kicking them over to the side when he’s undressed as well.

baekhyun pushes you into the wall at the back of the closet and hikes one of your legs around his hip. he lines himself himself up with you and pushes himself in, your arousal working as a lubricant and easily letting him slip inside.

you mewl out his name and he clamps a hand over your mouth. “i need you to be quiet for me,” he says, starting to thrust into you. “can you do that for me, baby? fuck.” baekhyun drives his hips into you and buried his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans. unlike you, he’s more successful at keeping quiet.

all to be heard is deep breathing and skin on skin. you pray it’s not loud enough to be heard through the door, for somebody could walk in on baekhyun balls deep inside of you.

you bite down on baekhyuns palm and he pulls his hand back to shove his fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to suck on them while he slams into you. you look at him with wide eyes and he curses, tossing his head back and hiking your leg up higher to get a slightly different angle.

his fucks into you relentlessly, chasing his own release and trying to get you to your second. you’re losing it on top of him, spit all around his fingers and some on your chin. his dark eyes look down at you and you keen at him, wanting so badly to have his lips on you again. but he can’t risk you being loud, and you can’t hold it back.

“shit, baby, i’m close. are you?” you nod and he grunts as he speeds up his thrusts. you bring a hand down to your messy core and rub at your sensitive clit, more spit leaking out of your mouth as you moan at the overwhelming feeling. “fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ baekhyun clenches his jaw as he releases into you.

he fills you up, ropes of his cum coating your insides as he stays buried in you. “fuck, you took me so well, baby,” you cum shortly after him, your arousal mixed with his own dripping down your legs. baekhyun pants and drops your leg from around his hip and you stumble, catching yourself on a shelf. “shit, you alright? can you walk?” he asks, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and then removing himself from inside of you.

“i dont know,” you whine, wanting more of him. but you both know it’s time to go back out. your break is probably almost up anyway, and you still need to eat.

baekhyun finds paper towels and cleans you up. you keep your eyes on him as he wipes in between your thighs. you almost sigh at the beautiful sight before you; his soft brown eyes a dark contrast to the dark eye makeup that’s still mainly intact. his hands and gentle beneath you and you wonder if this will last, or if after this moment you two will go back to what you had before, before this moment. or worse, if it’ll be like nothing ever happened; not this moment, or anything that came before it.

as if he can hear your thoughts, he looks up at you and gives you a small smile. he places a soft kiss on your lips and you hold him close for an extra beat. “that was fun,” he says, and just like that he’s back to being himself, not the same man that just stuck his fingers in your mouth and fucked you silly.

you nod, a small smile on your face to match his own. “we should do it again,” he says, picking up your clothes and handing them to you. it’s a silly thing to smile about, but you can’t help it. if this is how you see him again, outside of work, then fine. you’ll take what you can get.

“okay,” you say, stepping into your underwear and pants. baekhyun quickly redresses and waits for you by the door. you look up and see him holding the belt that goes around his shirt, in his hands. it’s not your job, but you take it from him and help him anyway because you would if you were out on the set right now.

“what are you doing later?” he asks as you fasten the belt around his torso. you, i hope, you think. but you just shrug and look up at him. he smiles and places a hand on your cheek. “i’ll pick you up at seven, then.”

and that’s how you get your first date with byun baekhyun.

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[archernarbeta]

For all the moments

✴︎ pairing : Chanyeol x Reader

✴︎ genre : domestic!au, idol!chanyeol, editor!reader, angst, fluff, comfort, yearning

✴︎ summary : For all the moments, you were always by his side. For all the moments, he was always next to you.

✴︎ warning : none, maybe mild cursing but nothing else!

✴︎ word count : 4.2K

✴︎ author’s note : hii! It’s archie! This one has been hanging out on my drafts for way too long and I finally decided it’s time to take it out! Anyways, this fic was initially for Baekhyun but I felt that the scenario fits better with Chanyeol. I was highly inspired by EXO-SC’s Jet-lag and Kyungsoo’s recent birthday party where he sang Beautiful Day! I hope you enjoy this one and feel free to leave feedback or comments! likes are also much appreciated ♥ 

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The loud drizzling sounds of rain hitting your apartment window can’t help but stir you up from your deep slumber. What the hell, you thought, rubbing your eyes a little to wash away your sleepiness. The clock beside your bedside table reads 3.40am, the timing indicates that it’s too early for anyone to be awake at the moment. The sky kept rumbling, with thunders flashing every minute and you groaned at the sight of the storm rolling in front of you. Being woken up from a storm was one thing but being awake without your husband, was another thing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep again so you grabbed your phone to check if Chanyeol had landed in Seoul from his recent work trip from Paris. 

Notifications 02.30am KST Yeol: > Babe? > I just landed with the worst weather ever! > I can't wait to see you > I missed you so much :(( Read 03.43am KST

Being married for 2 years to one of the most famous idol in Korea, you were accustomed to his busy schedule. Flying out here and there to attend concerts, award shows, photoshoots and prestigious events was part of the job. With you working as a fashion editor, his daily agenda was not out of the ordinary for you. The difference only being the fact that he works under the limelight, but you don’t—not that you mind at all. Nevertheless, both of you made it work. It was too easy to understand how it feels to work under a tight schedule without any time to breathe. You with your never-ending deadlines and meetings, and him with his idol life. 

However, dating him for 6 years and being married to him for three, being away from him never gets easier.

You zoned out for a while before a loud thud distracted your attention, followed by your bedroom door clicking open. Your husband was finally home, his tall frame resting against the door with a huge grin on his face. Even with the minimal lighting of your bedroom, you could make up the bags under his sparkling eyes and the sight made you frown. 

“Hii honey,” his voice soft as ever, “I missed you so much..”

You sat up beaming at him while reaching out, welcoming him with open arms. He took a step closer to the bed, engulfing your sleepy figure. You replied with a small ‘hello’ as you melted into his hug. You really can’t help but wonder how he’d smell so nice after a long-haul flight, but nevertheless, you love inhaling his scent that brings you nothing but comfort.

“How long have you been awake? The storm must’ve woken you up.” His voice was laced with worry.

You held his cheeks with your hands and he practically melt under your touch, 

“Not too long ago.”

“Please quickly shower and join me in bed, huh? Pretty please…” you pouted at his tired state. 

“Anything for you, baby. Give me a while and I’ll join you as soon as possible!” 

He didn’t close the door as he showered, not that you’d mind, at this point you were too sleepy to even think of peeking. As the water ran down on his back, he unconsciously kept you awake by chatting with you. He really couldn’t help that he missed his wife so much. 

“Babe, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“No? Not that I could think of…I might drop by the studio and the office tomorrow morning but other than that, I don’t think I’ll be booked the whole day. Are you going somewhere tomorrow?” 

“The office? Isn’t tomorrow like..Saturday? Is Saerim giving you a hard time? What about the interns? They’re not helping you enough? Are you working too hard again?” He rambled on with concern with a raised voice as the running water muffled his voice.

“I- Uh..” you stammered, “Yeol, I t-told you work is fine” you quipped. The sound of the water subsided as a tall figure emerged from the bathroom. Chanyeol dried his hair, ruffling the soft brown locks with a towel as he frowned at your response. He knew you were having a hard time at work and had asked you to quit a thousand times by now. Even without the math, anyone would know that his pay would be enough for the both of you to live comfortably. 

You looked at your golden-retriever husband in the eye, “So where are you going tomorrow?” 

A thing about Chanyeol is that he’d waive things out so easily, as easy as shifting the conversation to another topic and he won’t go back to pester the elephant in the room. 

At your question he blinks a few times, “Would you mind if I take a day out tomorrow with the boys? Baek said he needed some pointers for his upcoming solo album and Junmyeon-Hyung had things to discuss for the group.” He scratched the back of his head. 

“But that is…if it’s okay with you?” he nervously asked. 

“That’s okay, babe…” you half yawned, sleep lulled you once again as you tried snuggling inside the comforter, 

“I really don’t mind”, the drowsiness took you as the soft satin sheets came in contact with your skin. He smiled at the sight as he returned the towel to its place. Chanyeol didn’t take long to join you in bed, cuddling you in his arms. 

After his hectic schedules and weeks without holding you, being beside you was the perfect medicine to charge his tired form. He sighed, relieving all his weariness before the slumber took him out.

He knew, this was home. 

You, were home.

⁠—

Morning came faster than you’d like. The rain from last night hadn’t stopped, raindrops trickling on your high-floor apartment as the sky was still dark as ever. Beside you, a tired giant, possessively hugging you amidst his sleep. You giggled at this grown-up man’s clingy behaviour.  Chanyeol will always be the cutest, ever. 

You blamed your body clock for waking up so early on a Saturday, especially on this dreading Saturday. 

With a little struggle, you free yourself from Chanyeol’s hold and tiptoed to the kitchen. It was just 6.00am but you quickly prepared breakfast for the both of you and salad, for Chanyeol just in case he wants a light lunch. 

As you sipped your coffee, last night’s conversation went through your head. He knew you had troubles at work, he had plans and you said you were okay, you didn’t mind.

You internally sighed because mind you did.

You were far from okay.

Because even though you’d hate to admit it, you’d love to have him for yourself. In fact, you have missed him so much these past few weeks that it physically hurts. 

But no. 

You had work. 

Your useless-piece-of-a-shit-partner Yoon Saerim, will probably taunt you if you don’t come up with a better concept for this month’s pictorial. So even though you miss being around your ball of sunshine more than you’d like to admit, fate was just not in your favour this Saturday. 

You could always quit, is what Yeol usually says after your long rant about your horrible boss and the disgusting amount of workload you had to handle. Sure you have subordinates and interns working under you, but working in fashion for so long, you came to the conclusion that nothing is never ever enough when it comes to the industry. 

Thinking back, Chanyeol always loved being under the spotlight as an idol ever since his debut days and making music was as precious as that. After both of you settled down and eventually got married, you were quick to admit that Chanyeol sacrificed a lot for you, even if you didn’t ask him to. He paid the bills, every bill. He took care of the parents, dinner dates with your parents and his every other week were a staple and he’d never miss sending health supplements once in a while. You never asked him to do so but married Chanyeol just stepped up and took on the role as a caring husband so naturally. 

Even with his burning passion in music, he went the extra mile, producing countless songs by the count of months. At times he goes on an overdrive, he’d lock himself up in the studio and he would forget about everything else. Situations like this scares the shit out of you. You remembered the first time he went berserk, it took you and his members two days to figure out where he was. He’d gone AWOL and you had to call the police to track down his phone, just to find out that he’d been coping himself in the studio for 48 hours without sleep or food, only water. You and Sehun found him sitting down in front of the recording booth with a guitar in hand, music sheets sprawled on the floor. His eyes were already bloodshot red, it was clear that he was sleep-deprived, very tired and out of focus. Sehun sighed, ready to scold Yeol for his stupid behaviour before your husband quipped, 

“Please don’t take me away, not yet…” 

his eyes all over the place with brows furrowed, his forehead creasing.

“I swear if you give me more time, I’ll finish this tomorrow and I’ll go but please leave and don’t come here until tomorrow, yeah? I need to finish this song because they’ll pay a huge amount for this one… Give me more time, please?” He is disassociated as ever, you were aware that he didn’t notice you due to his state.

“Hyung…” the younger sighed again.

“S-Sehun-ah, I have Y/N now.. You might not know how it feels now but I- I want to give the world to her. We’re idols but our prime time is way past us, when the momentum is gone, we might too.” He dropped his head to the door of the recording booth as he sighed,

He mindlessly draws patterns on the floor, “I need to save up for Y/N, for our future.. and it won’t happen if I don’t work like this. So-“

In a blink you crouched down, embracing him with tears already wetting your face. Words couldn’t form but the pressure, the knot that he bear was starting to unravel. He got your message,

You’re enough. 

Moments like these, his breakdowns, were one of the things that kept you grounded. If you’re being honest, your job also keeps you on your feet. Working as an co-chief editor in fashion was always your dream and to be frank, you enjoyed the job more than you let on. But the past year has been nothing but hell, thanks to the newly appointed co-chief editor Yoon Saerim. You habitually ponder how she got the position as she wasn’t really suitable for the job, she didn’t really have the knack for fashion. But moreover, you just didn’t like the fact that she ogled Chanyeol and Sehun when they came by for a photoshoot. 

You quickly snapped out of your deep thoughts when you gulped your last drop of coffee, thinking of Yoon Saerim never fails to make you turn sour. 

Without wasting more time, you prepared yourself to head to your studio. For disclaimer, the studio was Chanyeol’s, not the office’s. Not long after you started the job years ago, both of you decided that it would be nice to rent out an old apartment in the city for the both of you to work. The studio has a built-in recording booth, production space for Chanyeol and a creative working-space for you. However, with time passing, you ended up using the space more than your husband. 

Before you left the house, you gave him a forehead kiss and stuck a post-it-note on his phone, 

‘Good Morning My Happy Virus ♡  thank you for always working so hard,  sometimes you worry me, love :( have a great time with the boys today! am out for work - it’s deadline week ◡̈   i love you 3000 —  much, much love, Y/N ‘

—

You arrived at the empty studio with your shoulders slumped, looking at the stacked paper, pictorials and mood boards around your disoriented workspace. The interns must’ve sent these yesterday, fucking hell, here we go again. 

Not long after, you succumbed to the job you love and hate at the same time. To be honest, as one of the high-ranked chief editor in your company, it wasn’t your share to do these tasks anymore, those days were over you. But reviewing each and every item, every trend that goes into the magazine is a job you love no matter how meticulous it actually is. Besides, the information you extract from all this has proven to help your career so far, making you one of the sought-out fashion editors in Seoul. However the fact doesn’t relieve you from the burden and pressure you get from your useless co-chief editor.

“She’s bossy and pushy but useless— and you’re too compliant, Babe,” Chanyeol would always joke and you’d usually tackle him back with a pillow, leaving both of you cackling in the process.

Speaking of Chanyeol, the man in question just stirred up from bed, barely opening his eyes, adjusting to the gloomy weather in front of his open-windowed bedroom. He instantly rubbed his sides, sleep evidently washed away when he realised his beloved Y/N weren’t there. He called your name out a few times to make sure that maybe, you were outside the room, just to know that his voice had filled the void of your apartment. 

As expected, he immediately sat up and grabbed his phone to call you. Before even unlocking his cell, he found your oh-so-lovely note that you stuck on this morning. Chanyeol sighed, he knew you were having a hard time but you never fail to warm his heart with your sweet note, he particularly loved the use of his favourite iron-man quote. 

He stared at the note lovingly for a while before heading to the bathroom and freshened up for the day. When he entered the kitchen to see a packed lunch box and another one with breakfast inside, he sulked further. Your puppy-like husband misses you and you doing this, made him sappier. He carefully unpacked the meals you prepared, gratefully munching your cooking. He was supposed to meet his members at 10 and so, he drove quickly as he was running late. When he parked his car in front of the company’s building, a text came from Baekhyun. 

Notifications 10.08am KST Baek: > Yeol? > the meeting’s canceled > Junmyeon-hyung said something came up > and my mom called, she wanted my help :O > Really sorry for the sudden intrusion! But have a good rest day with Y/N ^^  > Send her my love too!! Read 10.15am KST

< BYUN BAEKHYUN YOU LITTLE SHIT < THANKS FOR THE ‘HEADS UP’ < Picture sent < LOOK WHERE I AM YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! Sent 10.16am KST

Baek:  > Oh.. > The message didn’t come through 😅 I texted you way before,, must be the reception?  > But you can always have a good time with y/n!!  > I’m so sorry 🥺 Read 10.17am KST

Chanyeol couldn’t be sulkier. His ears literally drooped down as he huffed in annoyance. He didn’t reply back to Baekhyun as he slid the phone back in his pockets. He drove home in silence, even the thought of going back to bed to aid his tiredness didn’t make him feel better. He entered the foyer of the empty apartment and he shuffled inside lazily. You’d probably melt if you see him right now, his shoulder slumped slightly with a goo-goo look on his face. Especially now, with his buffier-form, compared to his pre-debut lanky state is something you’d administer as a cute change as a result of his exercising habits over the years. But it doesn’t matter because you’re not there and alas he came home to a cold, dark, empty apartment with his love nowhere to be seen. 

The sky dark, rain still pouring down, much like his mood. The thing about Chanyeol is the fact that he’s a clingy extrovert when it comes to people he loves. You love that about him. He didn’t care about the hectic schedule, it’s the ‘being away from you’ that made everything hard to surpass. That’s why after every schedule abroad, Chanyeol would love going home when he knows his love is waiting for him. There’s nothing better than coming home to a warm apartment with you snuggled on the couch. However, now, he’s the only one on the couch, alone. 

He pondered for more than an hour, zoning out, before deciding to stand up and head to the door once again. The silence is deafening, he misses you too much and he had to do something about it.

— 

In your studio, coming in your nearly fifth hour of productivity, you’re starting to break down. You were now on the verge of crying while doing your work, it’s the creativity block, you mentally cursed. You’ve been dealing with it lately but having to work in fashion, it’s inevitable and you never really told anyone about it, especially not Chanyeol. You felt that his occupation demanded more of him than yours did to you, you wouldn’t want to burden him with your problems. 

“Fuck.” 

“Fucking hell!” 

“This is so not happening right now…” tears welled as the screen of your precious laptop turned pitch black. You scoffed at the situation with the waterworks falling down your eyes. You were over this. 

You slumped near the corners of the room, hugging your knees as you stared at your now dead device, silently crying as your head whirls for other, worse negative possibilities of happening. Numb, is probably the best way to describe your current state after crying your heart out for 30 minutes straight. You end up curling yourself into a ball, hanging your head low in the corners of the room as your mind goes blank. 

As you hid yourself in the darkest corners of your office, you failed to notice the jiggling sound of the key, the clacking locks and the noise of the door opening. 

“Babeeeee?” the sound traveled from the hallway. Lo and behold, a sulked Chanyeol is here. His mood is still on the low but the idea of meeting you gets him excited like a puppy. 

You couldn’t hear him though,  your head still in a blocked-state and the room you’re in was the furthest from the hallway. 

Chanyeol entered the studio, footsteps tapping against the hardwood flooring. It puzzled him why he didn’t receive an answer back, but knowing your shoes were on the foyer, he knew you were somewhere inside. He set foot to the break room, your coat was on the couch but where were you? 

He continued peeking into his recording studio, the nearest space to the break room. The lights were out, signalling him that you’re probably not there. The bathroom and the other rooms were also empty, your office was the only place left. He slowly knocked, hoping to get an answer. To his surprise, nothing. He then gently pushed the door open, just enough for his head to peek inside. Before he could call your name, he heard sniffles from the farthest corner, he could make up your hunched, clearly crying figure and your favourite beige socks too. He exhaled as his worries washed away. Even though his heart ached more than ever, finding you with a meltdown was a relief as he initially thought you passed out or worse. 

He didn’t enter the room. He shuffled himself out as quietly as possible to grab his guitar in his recording room. This should do, he thought.

He re-entered your office, walked closer and sat on the floor near you. The cramped space barely fits his long legs. 

“Hey,” he greeted you with a hushed voice. 

Noticing his voice, you instinctively lift up your head to see your husband, sitting in front of you. In your shocked-state, you forcefully brushed off your tears in embarrassment, your skin will probably turn red later.

“Hey.. No, no, no..” he reached out, wiping your tears, caressing your disheveled hair. 

“Gently, yeah, yeah.. You’ll hurt yourself” he continued as he patted the areas under your eyes with his long sleeves.

After you calmed down, you didn’t have the courage to even say anything to the man. Deep down, you were embarrassed to be found in a silly breakdown, even if it was your husband. Besides, you didn’t know what to say to him anyways. While you were overthinking and avoiding eye contact with him, he pulled the guitar behind him and started to play a familiar song,

“It's a beautiful life 난 너의 곁에 있을게 (I'll stay by your side) It's a beautiful life 너의 뒤에 서 있을게 (I'll stand right behind you) Beautiful love”

Slowly but surely, your heart warmed up to the sound of his voice and you couldn’t help but stare at your husband. He stopped singing when your eyes met and he gave you a comforting smile. 

“C’mon, let’s get you up princess,” as he helped you stand up, circling his arms around your waist. You haven’t articulated a sound but he didn’t mind, he just let you lean into his sides as he guided you to the couch in the break room. He sat you down before abruptly standing and rummaging a brown paper bag on the coffee table, 

“I got your favourite cake and hot chocolate actually,” he grinned, facing your puffy face. “I thought you were having a hard time, well- I know you are having a hard time… But you never tell me you know, Babe?” He rambled as he unboxed a variety of sliced cakes and pastries on the table. 

“I-I get the fact that you wouldn’t want to burden me, but I’m kinda your husband and best friend too.. I wish you wouldn’t keep these things from me” he picked up the fork and scooped a piece of cheesecake to feed you, 

Before you had the chance to reply,

“I mean—open up a lil’ baby— I don’t mind you working and all, it’s your passion and I will support you either way, but you don’t get to shield your meltdowns from me… Who’s gonna hold you when you cry, huh?” he kept on chattering while feeding you, giving you no room to talk.

“I’ve said a thousand times that we’re super comfortable right now, yet I know it’s not about the money, I’m super cool with you working.. It’s about the workload a-and the pressure you get from your subs and colleagues!!” He raised his arms as a sign of annoyance. 

You gulped down the big chunk of cheesecake and shut him up with a peck. The action took him by surprise but it didn’t fail to shut him up.

“Okay, Chanyeol.” you softly replied, followed by another peck on his lips

“I get what you mean” you smiled at your husband. 

You then began on telling the troubles you had at work, silently thanking the universe that he came in the right moment and that he was your saving grace. He listened intently, even going to the measures of contacting his technician friends to help fix your laptop as soon as possible. He made jokes too along the way to lighten your mood and gave you warm touches here and there to comfort you further. 

You were his home, his ground zero.

He was yours too.

— 

Hours passed and now you were back working, Chanyeol in the other room, busying himself in the recording studio.

“Yeol?” you called him.

“Hmm? What’s up princess?”

“Uh- I just remembered, didn’t you had like- plans? You were supposed to go with Baek and the members today right?”

Footsteps were apparent as he walked closer to the opened door of your office, his head peeped through the door.

“Junmyeon-Hyung canceled, Baek too.. I was quite grumpy because I reached the office when Baekhyun texted me” He walked in further.

“Then I came home but the house wasn’t warm enough even though I cranked the heater up!” He sulked, and sulked further. 

“I was alone, I don’t want to be…I also don't want you to be alone too Y/N.

I only wanted to be around you, I really tried staying in!! But I couldn’t be alone in the house without you when you’re my home.” he pouted. 

You want to die then and there, you miss him as much and he was sad, it makes you sad too, but he was being sulky-cute… Can you turn into a putty of love?

“Come here you big baby!” you excitedly threw yourself in his arms. He buried his soft locks on the crook of your neck as he whispered ‘I miss you' s and you couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“I miss you too, Yeol..

I miss you so, so much.” He hugged you tighter as he giggled too.

This was it, you thought. This was love at its finest and you couldn’t be happier that you’ve found it. For all the moments, good or bad, both of you never failed to become each other's home.  

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[starillusion13]

Hello! Can I make a request? About Baekhyun's jealousy. His wife is a kdrama fan and has been a fan of Park Bogum for some time. The reader found Baekhyun's attitude sweet and funny. She was also surprised. He was never jealous of such things. (Maybe he needs some attention)

"He is really cute, what should I do?"

"They look beautiful together"

"Bogummy did a good job"

"Hey, I'm here and you'd rather watch TV for 500 hours than spend time together?"

The smile disappeared from his face when the reader noticed his jokingly angry tone.

The rest is up to you!!

Please some fluff things!! ❣❣

Are you jealous?

Pairing: Baekhyun x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

W.C: 1.4k

Warnings: none ( but mention of actor Park Bogum)

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

You were giggling and munching on the snacks that were all displayed in front of you. Not even glancing at the things that you were eating, but eyes still fixed on the T.V screen where one of the most exciting dramas from your watch-list was playing.

The way you were cooing and making faces while watching the main lead as if you were talking about your high-school crush to your best-friend.

Something blocked your way of vision and annoyingly you tried to push away the person. But the person didn’t budge and stood at the place, hands resting on his hip.

“Hey, move. I’m watching T.V. I don’t want to miss a single scene.”

 You were trying to watch the screen from the person’s side but he was again blocking the view. Getting enough of the bullshit, you somehow paused the drama and looked up to see him standing, furrowed eyes and pout on his face.

You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the sofa and he sat beside you.

“What are you watching?”

You glanced at him and at the big screen. Can’t he see himself? But you were not feeling to talk back to him as you were already annoyed with him for interrupting your drama.

“K-Drama.” You said in a tone as if it was very obvious and you offered the chips towards him. He huffed his cheeks but grabbed some from the packet. He was trying his best to look intimidating and angry but you were finding his attitude cute and funny.

“Last night, you finished a K-drama and again you are watching this. Is it the same one?”

He looked confused at the screen and back at you when you were scrolling on your phone. Before he could speak anything, you held up your phone in front of him.

“What?”

“Isn’t he cute, Baek?” You titled your head to side and peeked from behind your phone to look at him. He glanced between you and the person you were showing on your screen.

“Who is he?”

You smiled and scooted closer to him, “His name is Park Bogum. He is the cutest actor to me. Last night I finished watching ‘Encounter’ and now I’m watching his other k-drama, its named ‘Record of Youth’. I can’t get enough of his acting.”

He ‘tsk’ and hugged you to pull you on his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder to look down at your phone, where you were typing something.

“You are literally obsessed with him, Y/n.”

"He is really cute, what should I do?" you replied and cooed to the picture displaying on your phone screen without noticing the pout on his face.

You were scrolling through some images in google and tapped open one to show your boyfriend. He pretended to look away but you gripped his cheeks, pressing your fingers lightly to make him focus on what you were trying to show.

"They look beautiful together" you smiled, but to whom. Were you smiling at the couple you were showing from your last k-drama or your smile was for your boyfriend?

You leaned back into your boyfriend’s embrace and tried to grab the remote but he was quick to take it back from you.

"What? Are you going to watch with me? Bogummy did a good job and I know you will love his acting." Your cheerful tone was not setting right with him even when you were literally speaking about this another man in front of him. But he was atleast happy that you were smiling while sitting on his lap.

“Bogummy?...You are now calling him with a nickname. How come this person suddenly replacing me?”

You ignored his childish comments and pecked his cheek, it got him taken aback and you found it the chance for sneaking the remote from his hands. Just two seconds into the drama and it got turned off. You let out a groan and turned back to him and watched him smiling down at you.

You waited for him to reply and you raised your brows.

"Hey, I'm here and you'd rather watch TV for 500 hours than spend time together?"

The smile disappeared from his face when you noticed his jokingly angry tone.

Licking your lips, you scanned his face and felt hurt. He was sitting in front of you, so close to your body. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and still here you were ignoring him for the k-drama. Maybe, you love to watch them but nothing is more important or lovable to you than him, your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You turned around, now facing him to his side.

“Baek…”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you are jealous with this actor.” He stared at you for a while before you continued. “If you are…then I don’t think you are much older than five years old.”

You stifled a laugh and he puffed your cheeks.

“Yes I am jealous. Look I came here yesterday but you were not even speaking with me and watching this man on repeat. Why is he so important?”

Oh. Your big baby needs some attention. But it’s your fault too as he came back after 1 week of exchange student project but without greeting him properly, you were watching your new crush. Well, celebrity crush. Your real crush is always Baekhyun.

“Aww my baby missed me. Come here, give me a hug.” You spoke to him in baby language and honestly you were cringing on your own tone but you were having fun in teasing him. But he held your extended hand and pinned them down while leaning forward.

“I see you got something or someone to spend your time with when am not around. It’s definitely I have missed you for one whole week but it seems like you didn’t even think about me for once because of this Bogummy guy.” His irritated tone was not harsh but it was funny to you.

You laughed lightly at the way he pronounced the name, even the nickname you said earlier.

“Now for whom are you being so smiley-smiley?” he narrowed his eyes and stared down at you. You were almost lying on the sofa and he was hovering on top of you.

“For….him.” It's fun to tase him.

“YAH!” He started tickling you and the room filled with both of your laughs. After a while when both of you were tired from tickling each other and laughing, you laid down and he rested his head on top of your chest. Your hands automatically started playing with his hairs.

“I missed you, Baek.” You told him softly.

He hummed to you and raised his head up to look at you. His hand caressed your face and head and combed your hairs. You closed your eyes and leaned to his touch. Damn, how you missed his touch so much.

He smiled at you and before your lips could curl up, he connected his lips with you. You smiled in the kiss and there was a desperation in the kiss. From both the sides. You both have missed each other for one week and you both are childish for each other. It’s okay as in the end it’s only you both for each other. Your hands moved around his neck to keep him close to you and he held your jaw and head.

Breaking from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. A glint of happiness flickering in his eyes.

“Did I make you forget him now?”

“Baek, you are still onto it. Come on. I love you. He is just a celebrity crush.”

He laughed and nodded.

"I love you too, Y/n." you pecked him.

“But next time, before leaving I will make sure that you don’t fall in love with another celebrity.”

“And what are you even going to do?”

“All the things you are watching and loving, I’m going to reenact them in reality.” He had that mischievous look with the teasing smirk on his face but you smirked back at him.

“I would love to see them. Afterall its you who would be doing those things to me.”

Again the room got filled with laughter.

Literally whenever I imagine Baekhyun, it feels like he is my real boyfriend. He is my first love in k-pop and no one can ever replace him.

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[kpopimaginings]

Compromise - D.O (Kyungsoo)

The day you realised that it was always you initiating physical affection in your relationship was strange to say the least. You had been so happy with Kyungsoo until this revelation shattered the rose-tinted glasses, and doubt clouded your mind.

You made a conscious effort going forward to be less clingy with him and see if it was all in your head. Unfortunately, Kyungsoo didn't pick up the slack and there was just less skin-ship between you. Nothing else had really changed though, leaving you questioning both your logic and your relationship.

Kyungsoo was still inviting you out and planning dates, such as tonight when you found yourself over at his for dinner. When you first arrived, he had placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as you entered. This small gesture helped to calm your anxieties as your mind wondered through all the worse case scenarios.

The two of you began to talk as you followed him to the kitchen where he was finishing preparation for the meal. You exchanged stories of your days so far as usual until your boyfriends mood changed.

"I wasn't going to say anything until after we ate, but I think I need to now," Kyungsoo said, suddenly.

Immediately, the anxiety that had ebbed away returned.

"Are you still happy with me?" he asked.

"What?" you replied, a little incredulous at his question.

"You've changed, you've been really distant lately and I need to know if you still want to be with me," he explained.

For a moment, you froze, wanting nothing more in that moment than to hug him. "Of course I still want to be with you," you told him. "I just thought I was being too clingy and wanted to give you some space."

"Why do think that? Did I make you think that?"

"No," you answered, quickly. "Not exactly, I just- you don't really hug, and I was doing it a lot and I just thought, maybe... I was annoying you."

"You could never annoy me. I know that you just show your affection for me physically. I show mine by buying you things or cooking for you." He gestured at the food currently sat on the hob.

You nodded, knowing that Kyungsoo hadn't once made you actually feel unloved, despite the lack of skin-ship.

"We just have different love languages," he continued. "I know that can be hard sometimes, but we can make it work."

"Yeah," you agreed. "I'm sorry, I should have just spoken to you. You always make me feel loved, even if it isn't with hugs and kisses all the time."

"Good," Kyungsoo said with a little nod and a smile. "Now, come here, you need to make up for all those hugs I didn't get."

You happily shuffled towards him, securing your arms around his waist. "Don't let the dinner burn though," you muttered.

"I won't," he chuckled. There was a pause before he continued, "I'll make more of an effort with physical affection it if will help reassure you."

"You really don't have to."

"But I want to," he pulled out of the embrace and placed a quick kiss to your lips. "I love you, and sometimes that means compromising on things like love languages so that everyone feels happy and loved."

"I love you, too," you smiled at him, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"But now I really should check on dinner."

You laughed, and moved so that Kyungsoo could get back to the hob. All of a sudden you couldn't remember why you had gotten yourself into such a state before. Watching the man you loved carefully preparing food for you, you knew there would be no problem too big with him by your side.

NAVIGATION  |  EXO MASTERLIST

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[mybiasisexo]

Hii can you do 30 and 22 with Baekhyun? Thank you 🤗

Situationship 🏰

Genre: angst Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.9k Warnings: language | not explicit but smut

a/n: I was having the hardest time coming up with a plot for this one and then the song Oranges by Kenya Grace came on and boom this came to me~! At this rate my drabbles are just gonna be over 1k 🙄. tysm for the request and I hope its not too angsty 😊

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

If you were to ask yourself if you were a terrible person, you’d tell yourself no without any hesitation.

Except when it came to Byun Baekhyun.

He’s a nice guy. A good guy.

And maybe that was the reason why you treated him the way you did.

And that’s what made you a terrible person.

There wasn’t an ounce of surprise on his features when he opened the door to his apartment and saw you on the other side, leaning against the wall. You showed up often enough—usually when you were horny or in need of some comfort. He never turned you away, and tonight was no different.

He grinned at you, the action full of relief, and opened the door wider—an invitation. Never breaking eye contact, you pushed yourself off the wall, sauntering your way toward him. Instead of entering, you reached out to hold his waist with one hand, your other going to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a provocative kiss that gave away your intent for the night. A moan left his mouth as your tongue entered it. Never breaking the kiss, you dragged him deeper into his home, barely giving him time to close the door.

Baekhyun was an amazing lover, the best you’d ever had. It was what kept you coming back. And some days, much like this night, he became so aggressive. It felt like he was punishing you, slamming all the frustrations he carried for the situation into you, forcing you to feel it—to feel him. It drove you crazy. It would have you clawing desperately at his back, legs dangling in the air. You had no doubt the neighbors groaned with irritation when he became like this. What with the constant banging of his bedframe against the wall, his name leaving your swollen lips in screams. Yeah, they probably despised you both.

When he was done with you, you were left violently shaking, struggling to remember where you were, what your name was. All you knew in those moments was him, and the insurmountable pleasure waving throughout your body and soul. He fell beside you, drenched in sweat, swallowing as much air his pouty mouth could fill into his lungs, you would’ve thought he just got done running a marathon.

As you took him in, you noticed that bit of darkness caught in his stare—something you were worried you had given to him. Immediately, the lustful haze surrounding you dissipated and you began gnawing on your lip as the regret started to settle into your bones. You were well aware of what you were doing to him. You knew how he felt about you. Knew how much it pained him when you left. He always tried his best to hide it, to act like he was as content with this arrangement as you were, but it didn’t fool you. No. You knew that he wanted more from you, and you took advantage of it.

It never truly hit you until right after, the ramifications of your selfish actions. It made it hard to look at him, to see just how badly you were wrecking him.

That dark glint in his eyes lingered longer each time, you noticed. He would grow to resent you, wouldn’t he? One day. One day he would close the door on you, and find himself somebody who would return the love he craved. A nice person. Someone who suited him. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought.

Not being able to handle it much longer, you sat up with a sigh, rubbing your damp face. He watched you, but kept silent. Baekhyun knew the routine.

You were starting to shuffle off the mattress when you felt the tips of his fingers ghost down your exposed spine. You completely froze under his touch, your mind seeming to short circuit from the affectionate caress.

“Come lay back down,” he murmured, breaking your silence. His voice was uncharacteristically deep, unintentionally sultry, making you shiver at the prospect of another round.

He began moving when you didn’t. Shuffling around until he was curled behind you, his arms went around your waist as his lips left sweet tender kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he confessed breathlessly against your skin.

“Baekhyun….” That was enough to get you moving again. You shook him off, jumping from the bed in search for your panties. Once found, you put them on in a haste, eager to leave. Baekhyun was back to silently observing you, shoulders slumped in defeat.

But that darkness… it seemed to consume him, possessed him, making him grow bold.

“I can’t keep doing this, you know?” He told you, voice steel. “Letting you use me like this? It’s messed up.” He said your name and a chill ran down your spine at the lack of affection.

You ignored it, finding and slipping on your pants. “Well, you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”

“Because you keep coming over!” He exploded. His outburst echoed off the walls, made your shoulders bunch up to your ears. He was heaving, wide eyes pleading. “Why do you keep coming over?”

The question was ripped from his throat, a question he must have asked himself time and time again, the answer always alluding him. But, right now, he needed to know.

It was his ultimatum.

You blinked at him. Why did you keep coming over? Because you couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. You weren’t sure anymore if it was the guilt or…something else. Lately, it’d been worse, the urge to be with him. You liked the way you felt around him, liked listening to his voice, his jokes. Liked how unbearably sweet he could be, how invested in you he was. And not just your body, but your thoughts, your interests. That’s what really brought you here tonight. It wasn’t just the sex—although it was that too—it was, well, him. You just really wanted to see him.

But you couldn’t tell him that.

Emotions…terrified you. Getting close to people like that scared you shitless. You had tried once in the beginning, to be good for him, but you psyched yourself out. Once it started feeling too real you shut down on him, building walls and boarders around your heart to keep him out of it.

“What do you want to hear?” You asked, suddenly exhausted. “That you’re the best lay I’ve ever had? That you fuck me so good I keep coming back even though I know you’re in love with me? That I keep coming back because you’re in love with me? Does that satisfy you? Make you feel better?”

He silently fumed, hurt by your words. His face reddened with embarrassment and shame at your revelation.

“Does that make me the villain?” You continued, voice rising in anger and frustration. Why did he have to do this now? Why was he trying to ruin everything? “Sure, but you’re not innocent either! You’re using me too! You think I don’t know how you use our time together to play out your little fantasies, to pretend we’re something more?” H face grew an even darker shade of red. “You have to take some responsibility for your hurt. It’s not fair to put all the blame on me. I’m not completely heartless, Baekhyun. It makes me sick, knowing that I’m hurting you. Why do you think I always leave? Because the guilt is eating me up inside! And I know, okay? I know that I should end this, that it’s the right thing to do. For both of us. But…I’m selfish. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to have you. Just the thought of someone else touching you—"

You shuddered at the thought.

But then it hit you, what you just revealed. You took Baekhyun in warily, wondering how he would react to your slight confession. His face had cooled down some, took on more a pinkish hue, he studied the floor, his crumbled bed sheets, his fingers—anything but you. If he had heard your slip up, he didn’t mention it.

“I know that you don’t love me,” he revealed quietly. “That you can’t love me. I know that what we have is supposed to be purely physical. I thought I could handle it. Told myself that it was enough for me.” He drew in a large breath, running a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at the strands as he did. “But it’s not. I think I’m even more in love with you now.” He let out a humorless laugh. “But I’m selfish too. And if this is all that you can give me…then fuck it. I’m all in.”

Internally, you sighed. You didn’t see the appeal, didn’t see why he kept suffering just for a piece of your attention. It felt…cruel. You wanted him to stand up for himself. Wanted him to throw you out and tell you to never contact him again. Wanted him to love himself—to choose himself. Instead of choosing this slow torture.

“It’s not….” You swallowed thickly. “I’m not worth it, Baekhyun.”

He blinked at you. “You are to me. You’re one of the most important things in my life. I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

You shook your head, fighting with yourself. He loved you. He loved you so much he was willing to break himself, to give you any piece you wanted.

“I’m sorry I said anything. I was just….” He shook his head. “I just didn’t want you to leave yet.”

He searched you, looked for more hesitation, tested to see if he should say more or not.

“I know that you care for me. That you…that you have feelings for me too.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged. “’I don’t want anyone else to have you,’” he repeated your words earlier, chuckling when your eyes widened in shock. So, he had heard you.

The smile remained on his face, a shimmer of joy, of hope. He would latch onto that, keep it close, nurture it and see if it grew.

“I know you want to be with me also. That you don’t want to leave. So, just stay this time. Stay for me.”

You take him in, scrutinized him and saw no trace of pain or heartache. There was slight regret, probably from starting this argument in the first place, but mostly you only saw… love.

And for once you wanted to bask in it. You wanted him to hold you, to give into his dreams of having you. Maybe humoring him this time wouldn’t hurt? Maybe…this could be the start of something else. He had been so patient with you, and slowly you had been letting your guard down. You were still terrified, but not as badly as you had been.

“This could be a really bad idea,” you said, never taking your eyes off of him.

He agreed, nodding his head shallowly. “It is a bad idea. But I don’t care. Not when it comes to you.”

You take a step toward him, encouraged by his words, and he fought off a smile.

When you got to the edge of the bed, standing between his legs, you hold his head at his chin, brushing his bangs from his face.

“You’re important to me too,” you confessed. That brought out the smile he’d been fighting. You ran a finger down the side of his face. “I care about you.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay,” you said. Leaning down to kiss him again, this one slow, unrushed. A promise. A promise to try.

Because you realized, you were worth it. And Baekhyun was worth it too.

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[imaginidol]

Kyungsoo: Picture Perfect

Kyungsoo walked into the studio room where you’d been waiting for a recording session.

You were at this point collaborating on a song with the EXO star, being a singer yourself, and today the schedule called for a filmed dance practice.

“Hey,” he smiles, nodding in your direction.

“Hi, Soo,” you wave back, smiling.

He sets his backpack down on the floor against a wall, pulling out the tripod stand where the camera would be set. He sat criss-cross on the floor, carefully setting up the camera and attaching its lens.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” You look over his shoulder as he finished the last of the set up.

“C’mon, you know me,” he teases, making sure the camera was on and set to record at any given moment. “Do me a favor and go stand over there, let me test out the quality focus.”

You obey and skip to the center of the room, plopping your feet on the floor and rehearsing a few moves of the choreography.

“How’s this?” You say, outstretching your arms and pulling a quick cartwheel across the room.

He laughs. “It’d be fun if that was part of our choreo,” he says, jogging towards the center of the room when he finished and pulling a cartwheel of his own after you.

“Okay,” you say, excitedly garnering your first position at the center. “I’m ready when you are, my lover!”

Kyungsoo coughs and lets out a loud laugh.

“What did you just say!?”

“You’re my lover now, apparently! Haven’t you been sneaking all over social media!?”

He blushes slightly, and you knew the answer to your question.

“I guess it’s gotten pretty public, huh?” He says, rubbing a nervous hand behind his neck. He hoped his face wouldn’t redden so obviously.

“Yeah, but I find it pretty cute that our collab suddenly went from being a fun song showcasing our vocals together to being… an all-out relationship speculation fest! Those shippers are wild and so quick to spread things.”

“Trust me, the boys won’t let me live it down,” he mutters, thinking back to Baekhyun’s non-stop teasing about you being Kyungsoo’s alleged new romantic partner behind closed doors.

“And it doesn’t help that the pictures they caught of us grabbing coffee together twice seem pretty convincing,” you say, finishing the last of your leg and arm stretches.

Kyungsoo laughs nervously, trying to focus on his own stretching before the rehearsal.

If only it didn’t sound like you were taking it as a fun little joke, he thought quietly to himself.

“Ready?” You say happily, standing in front of him with your back facing his chest.

First position, right, he nervously wraps his arms around you, as the choreography called.

The first practice round goes rather interestingly, with a few awkward poses here and there in between transitional moves. When you finish, you both gather around the camera to watch the recording.

“Uh,” you say, looking closer at the camera.

Shoot, Kyungsoo thinks, knowing what’s probably already going through your mind.

“This was okay… but some of the moves are a little…”

“…awkward,” he finishes your thought, noting how far and distant he was from you at certain points throughout the choreography.

You look up and smile at him. “It looks like you’re trying too hard to debunk these rumors about us being a thing.”

“I mean, it’s best if we don’t—”

“Nonsense,” you say, placing the camera back on the tripod and pressing the record button.

“Come here,” you say, outstretching your arms and placing his hands into yours. “Have fun with this choreography, Soo! The whole song is about being in a fierce relationship with another person.”

He follows you back to the center of the room and you stand in first position again. When he wraps his arms around you, you tug at his arms to get closer to make him get closer.

“Don’t be shy with it, Soo. This is art, after all. We have to convince our audience of the performance’s message!”

The shy boy smiles and allows his hands to relax against your waist.

The second practice goes much smoother than the first. There are only less than a handful of awkward steps here and there, but it’s a greater improvement than the prior.

“See, Soo? This looks much more… intimate!” You smile down at the camera whilst replaying the second practice round.

He nods and shifts his gaze from the camera towards you.

He can’t help but wonder if he’s struggling to separate the intimacy of the dance, with some sort of a personal connection to you…

“One more time?” You look up, smiling.

“Let’s do it,” he says, this time reaching out to place your hands into his.

This is what had slowly pulled the boy closer to you. The way you loved your job, the way you gave your strongest efforts into any project, song, and choreography arrangement. It was the way your enthusiasm could fill a room when you submitted yourself to outpouring the best vibe into a project. Not only that, but the way you could make just about anyone comfortable around you.

Especially Kyungsoo.

He felt very comfortable around you in and out of practice, always looked forward to your small coffee dates (though you couldn’t really call them romantic dates, but more of friendly ones), and always looked forward to performing the new song you both had worked on.

Outside of being co-stars, you’d also grown much closer than you’d anticipated, and he couldn’t help but sometimes wonder if you’d grown any sort of romantic interest in him as he had towards you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist at first position, this time pulling you slightly closer than the last.

“Oh, wow, Mr. Loverboy,” you look up, sticking your tongue out at him.

“The message of the song is pretty intimate, so I won’t hold back this time,” he smiles down to you, feeling a surge of bold assurance overtaking him.

For this practice round, Kyungsoo lived up to his word. The choreography felt a lot more intimate than any of the previous practices you’d had to date.

He spun you firmer, swayed his hips against yours smoother, and towards the bridge of the song, his mouth actually made the slightest bit of contact against your neck.

You loved it all.

You loved having a fierce partner who could really pull off a gorgeous, convincing performance. A performer with passionate vocals like his, and now a fierce and shameless dancer to play alongside of you.

Many things about the boy dancing alongside of you fascinated your interests, from the way you grew close as co-stars to the way you grew even closer as friends.

Could he possibly be.. the person I’d always dreamed of being with…?

He most definitely has met all my personal qualities in a strong friend and more.

…

I wonder.

The final move of your choreography arrangement consisted of both you and Kyungsoo hitting a harmonizing high note as you fall back into his arms, landing inches away from his face.

Needless to say, this was played out flawlessly.

The song ends, both you and Kyungsoo are leveled eye-to-eye, your smiles only centimeters away from each other.

Then, he does the unthinkable.

He smiles.

And it is the kind of smile that catches you so off-guard, you can’t help but feel your face flush with reddening heat as you giggle your way out of his embrace.

“Soo, gosh, I think that was our best performance yet!”

You still can’t stop smiling and gushing over the boy’s perky smile replaying over and over in your head. As you make your way to the camera to rewatch the video, your smile immediately fades almost instantly.

“What’s wrong?” The boy asks, jogging up behind you.

“You’re not gonna believe this… it wasn’t recording.”

“What!?” The boy’s eyes widen tremendously at the thought of the best performance having gone to waste.

“I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t—”

“That’s okay,” he assures, smiling down at you. He takes the camera from your hands and presses the record button firmly, making sure the camera was rolling surely this time. “Who says we can’t do it beautifully again?”

You smile as he holds his hands out for you to take, and you accept. He leads you back to the center of the room and you assume first position as you knew before.

It may sound impossible, but this practice round was miraculously funner and more synced than the last. It felt as if you both had finally found your own personal click with the song in and out, and were finally getting to truly showcase it for what it was meant to be.

The last few moments of the song came in several unexpected surprises. Kyungsoo had once again delivered his end of the final choreography beautifully, and when you met face-to-face again for the dance finale, you impulsively did the unthinkable.

You kissed him.

He didn’t pull back, didn’t make a fuss.

Instead, he gently wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back.

What am I doing!? You think, wanting to pull away from his soft lips but not daring to.

The initial shock hit Kyungsoo for a second, but he didn’t jerk back. He felt as if his manifested thoughts had miraculously turned into reality.

So long I’d been wanting to do this, he thought, but I never guessed what you felt in return.

I’m happy.

Eventually, you pull away first.

“I—I’m sorry—” you stutter, not knowing how to react at the sudden impulse of actions.

The fond boy smiles softly.

“Don’t be,” he whispers.

“But—”

“You did what I’ve been wanting to give you for a while, but could never find a way to,” he admits shyly, cheeks completely flushed.

Oh, you think, not knowing what else to say.

Did I just kiss Do Kyungsoo?

And…

Did Do Kyungsoo just admit that he likes me!?

You turn towards the recording camera and gasp, hopping over to turn it off.

“I guess we can’t post that,” you say flatly. He laughs, taking the camera away from you and studying the video.

“Crop the end, that’s all. At least we waited more than a couple seconds,” he teases.

You reach for your water bottle, still processing the last five minutes of your life.

“Uhm, Soo?” You dare yourself to make eye contact, searching for any signs of possible concern or regret coming from his end.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem scared at all.

In fact, he seems a lot more relaxed that he had been all evening.

“Yes?” He smiles at you fondly.

“Uhm… nevermind,” you mumble, turning your attention back to your water bottle.

“Hmm,” he ponders, walking up to you after putting the camera stuff away. “I’m not gonna pretend like nothing happened, but we can keep it a secret.”

“What if I cost us a scandal?”

The boy looks up to the ceiling, then back down to you.

“I think you’ve forgotten we’re supposedly already in a scandalous secret relationship,” he smirks.

You giggle at the realization that you, in fact, are.

“I have a proposition,” he says, holding his hand out towards you. “How about another scandalous coffee date, but this time, you’re my secret lover for real?”

You smile warmly as you place your hand in his, letting him lead you out of the practice room and out to a very familiar and delicious coffee shop near by.

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hey!! Can I request a chanyeol fic, reader is fwb with chanyeol and is madly inlove with him, confesses to him but gets rejected then when she decides to move on, chanyeol realises what hes lost 🥺

Synopsis: You met Chanyeol in the final year of college by pure accident when your previous roommate moves out and he comes in his place. Being roommates with a college hottie has it's pros.... but also it's cons. Every moment spend with Chanyeol tangled between the sheets ignited something deep within you, deeper than just bodily lust. But the real question is, is it the same way with him? Does your smile pull at his heartstrings just the way his pulls at yours?

Pairing:- Chanyeol X Fem Reader

Genre:- Smut, Angst

Author's note: YAYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU SOO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! IT GOT ME SOOO EXCITED! I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS. I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT EVEN THOUGH THIS HAD ME CARRIED AWAY. ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY :((

.... Sometime in late evening ....

It was a daily occurrence now, almost like clockwork. One of you would be having a shitty day (and that's mostly every other day) and you'd seek each other out.

Or rather, he would seek you out.

You didn't even enter the living room properly and he was already on you, his hand on your ass as he pulls you closer harshly, claiming your lips with a fervent need.

One of his hands took the books from yours and placed them on the table absentmindedly, his other hand squeezing your ass through the fabric of your jeans, all the while his tongue clashed against yours in a never ending battle for dominance.

It was exhilarating for him, for no matter how many times he'd have had you, you were always that wild, untamed brat that never quite bend at his will easily like the other girls who practically threw themselves at him.

You tiptoed as you tried to keep up with his kiss, giving him a run for his damn sanity with the way you bit on his lower lip, your moan was followed by his deep groan against your lips. Your arms were around his neck, fingers naturally tangling in his luxurious locks.

That was the way you guys were.

If someone would ask you what you and Chanyeol are, you would have no answer, absolutely none. You weren't together. You certainly aren't lovers. You were just two people who would seek each other out to let out your pent up frustration.

You still remember how it all actually began. It was the second last semester and your neat freak of a roommate moved out suddenly, and a tall and drop dead gorgeous giant came in.

At first you didn't give in to his advances, knowing fully well that Chanyeol wasn't the type to commit, wasn't the type to have something serious. But one drunken night and one taste of his lips was enough to convince you otherwise.

Outside the bedroom, you were roommates with completely different lives. Inside the bedroom, however, Chanyeol fucked you like he owned you, every inch of you. He was gifted at the art of the bedroom. He worshipped every inch of you like he cherished nothing more than he cherished you.

But you knew it was all a facade.

It was an unspoken agreement. No strings attached. Just sex. Nothing else.

Simple.

Or so you initially thought.

But every touch of his upon your heated skin, every kiss that took your breathe away, every word he uttered to you, it all built up into something until you realized that the reason why you can't go out with some other guy is because you're in love with the one who's interested in owning you only while in the sheets.

That jolt of harsh truth was what brought you back to the reality.

Chanyeol's lips leave your to trail a wet path down your neck, biting and suckling at your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan yet again.

Chanyeol always managed to coax moans from you like how one coaxes melody from an instrument.

You arch your neck, letting him have his way with you. You had little defenses when his lips and tongue and teeth made you lightheaded. He groaned against your skin, pulling you incredibly closer, grinding his hard length against your clothed center and gods, that almost made you see literal stars.

"Bedroom. Now." His deep baritone was laced with a needy growl, his hold on your waist turned impatient, tapping your thigh in a way to tell you to wrap your legs around him as he took you to his room, his lips finding solace in yours yet again.

Chanyeol let go of you lips only after your back hit the mattress, lips tracing a path downward, pulling your skirt and panties along and throwing them absentmindedly in some corner of the room.

What happened next is the same yet different for you. The same disregard for clothes, the frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth, his impatience in getting his hands on your bare skin. But even when the majority of these occurrences were the same for you, what was different was the way it felt each and every time.

His lips fervently mapping out your heated skin felt personal, his hands worshipping crevices; that even you don't deem worthy of attention; felt personal. When he ate you out like a man starved and made you come upon his skilled tongue, it felt personal. Each and every thrust of his girthy cock into your tight cunt felt personal.

They say to not catch feelings but how could you not? How could you not catch feelings when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in his deep voice? How could you not catch feelings when he made you feel like you were something different, something important, and not just one of the many girls he sleeps around with? How could you not catch feelings when one smile of his could brighten your whole day? How could you not catch feelings when you beheld the passionate gleam in his eyes whenever he's doing the things he loves.

Time spent with Chanyeol tangling in the sheets was blissful, but that's exactly where the bliss ends and the harsh reality slaps. The sound of Chanyeol rolling off the bed, the light shuffling of feet, the rustle of clothes, oh and the final nail on the coffin, the sound of the door slamming shut as he leaves your room. All of it clawed away at your feelings. Whenever you get high hopes, Chanyeol slams the door shut on them.

It was getting exhausting, this cycle of mental torture. The fact that he probably fucked around with other girls and would touch and kiss and hold them the same he did with you. The fact that while these mutually agreed escapades meant nothing to him, they were the reason why you weren't seeing anyone else anymore. The final semester was coming to an end, and so was your sanity and patience.

You couldn't take the weight of the feelings locked deep in your heart anymore.

You make up your mind, deciding that you'll tell him, hoping against hope that his reaction would be affirmative.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate?", whispered a little voice in your head.

You pushed those thoughts aside, trying not to think of how exactly Chanyeol's possible rejection might effect you.

.... A Week Later ....

The past was repeating itself yet again when Chanyeol stood up from the couch he moment you entered and crossed the distance between you both, lustful intentions swimming in his brown orbs. He made to pull you closer, hand reaching out when you stepped back.

Unspoken questions were evident in his gaze, a slightly pained expression taking form in his eyes. You took that was an opportunity to speak, your voice low, your eyes on his.

"What are we, Chanyeol? What am I to you?"

Chanyeol's demeanor shifted at that, body going rigid as he pulled back the hand that was reaching out towards you. He underwent a whole change. His eyes went vacant, face going neutral and you were no longer able to read the expressions on his face, the emotions in his eyes.

Standing right before you was a man who couldn't care less.

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, "It isn't that deep. It's just sex, y/n. We talked about this."

The audacity. The mere audacity of this man, to shrug and cross his arms as if this isn't like the matter of life and death for you.

You took a step closer, your feelings replaced by bubbling anger, anger and pity, anger on how stupid you've been, anger on him, pity for yourself, pity for the pathetic situation you've got yourself in. While you were boiling up from within, tears had started to line the corner of you eyes with the way this conversation was turning out.

You tried to sound anything but broken, but your voice betrayed you. "You've got to be kidding me, Chanyeol! It isn't 'just sex' and you know it too!"

The tall man had the audacity to huff a humorless laugh at your words, and it further made your composure crumble. He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, throat bobbing as he took deep breaths.

"C'mon y/n, don't be absurd. Or perhaps.. did you think that we are a thing? It was just sex, dammit! We talked about this. About not catching feelings. Don't be a child, y/n."

Ouch

That. That was perhaps the last straw for you, for you and the tears you've been holding back. They cascaded down your cheeks in a hot, salty trail and you let them. You were done trying to act like you were okay when you actually weren't.

Chanyeol stilled, taking all but one step towards you before you held up a hand, taking two steps back, away from him.

"y/n... please... I'm sorry. It.. came out wrong.. listen to me.. let's talk-"

"No."

You were done. After being trapped in an endless cycle of having nothing but one sided feelings, making a fool of yourself in front of this man who is brushing it off as if your heart isn't at your fucking throat, you were done. You still have some self respect left in you and you'll not do the mistake of letting him affect you this greatly again.

Pining Chanyeol with a stern look, you turned to your heel, running up the little distance to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. All of Chanyeol's half hearted pleas were put to a deaf ear.

You leaned against the door, your legs giving out beneath you as you sank to your knees. Back against the door, you pulled your knees to your chest, head bowing as you cried and cried and cried, the voice of Chanyeol's pleas fading and then vanishing entirely followed by a soft thud of footsteps as he left.

.

.... Three Hours Later ....

After an hour of crying, two hours of pitying yourself and stewing in your grief, you finally raise your head with a determined gleam in your eyes.

You were done.

So very done.

.

Sometime around 10 the next morning

"y/n?"

Chanyeol's deep voice reverberated throughout the apartment, getting no answers. He called out again, desperate and breathlessly this time. He had already knocked thrice on your door, three harsh raps on the wood that would wake even the dead.

Now that he was awake after a very disturbing sleep last night, he wanted to make amends. He wanted to talk to you. Just the mere thought of losing you; because of something he said in the heat of the moment without prior knowledge of how he actually felt; just that thought alone made him lose his fucking mind.

He took a deep breathe, readying himself, for what, he didn't know. He took out the extra pair of keys from his pocket, pulling out the one to your door, putting it in and turning it before he could second guess himself.

He gasped.

No

It couldn't be

He had braced himself for a lot of ways in which this situation could have unfolded in front of him and yet the particular way in which the things played out caught him completely by surprise.

The room, which belonged to you, was empty, save for the the bed, the table and the closet and the various drawers and other conventional things that were always there. All your posters were gone, all your favorite books were gone, every single thing that screamed your name to Chanyeol was gone.

He took unsteady steps towards the bed, grabbing the pillow that lay there. It smelled faintly of you, strawberry and vanilla. His breathe came in raspy pants as he wrapped his mind around what had happened.

You had left.

Left him.

Chanyeol sank to his knees and wept, tears free flowing from his beautiful eyes in angry torrents.

.

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[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : KAI / KIM JONG-IN

CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Going Live > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Kisses #1 > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sweet Cherry ft. Taemin > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Home Alone > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dumbification/Degradation > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Confession > </ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Play Time > </ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Barista Boy > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Yes, Sir ft. Sehun > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Martymachlia > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Incubus > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀We Found Love > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Heat Wave > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sleepy S*x > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Daddy > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dirty > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Flirty Drunk > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Watching Jongin Masturb*te > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Too Hot to Handle > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sinner > </ ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Kim Jongin as a Boyfriend > </ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dad EXO Headcanon: A-Z > </ ⚘ >

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[aqupistau]

genre & trope: fluff and established relationship

word count: 0.14k

now playing: all my love by park bo gum (instrumental)

. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 9:25 PM ) — the words i love you aren't really the things you hear on a daily basis from kyungsoo. rather explicitly saying such embarrassing words for someone like him, he says it to you in words that are not socially deemed romantic. he masks the hidden meanings in the simplest ways.

but you can notice.

you can sense it.

when you focus on the corner of his lips and watch how it curls up as it prepares to speak to you. his eyebrows and how they furrow upward, making more space for the growing eyes that are focused only on you, and the ticklish affection of his thumbs caressing your cheeks, letting your heart skip a beat, even before he says

"sleep well." i love you.

and you give a knowing smile, snuggling in between the sheets with him and cherish the thought of him remembering how you hold sleeping earnestly, and sheepishly reply

"yes. i will." i know.

and then silence comes as you welcome slumber in between each other's warmth, holding a silent whisper of the promise of tenderness. a whisper no other can hear until we finally fall asleep on someone's embrace: home.

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[dilxcc]

Oop your head canons post got me intrigued,, Could you write something to show what would happen if baeks gf didn't tell him when she was going out with someone? Or anything else to show what you think his jealousy would be like hehe

only you ᡣ𐭩 byun baekhyun

fluff, slight angst, misunderstanding, jealous bacon, grammatical error

baekhyun x f!reader

it has been a while since you last saw your friend. that was why when he reached out to you, telling you he wanted to meet, you didn't hesitate and agreed immediately. except that you forgot to tell your boyfriend that you were going out with your friend. a guy, at that.

it hadn't occur to you to even tell baekhyun that you were going out with a friend. but the long talk you had with him, catching up with him about life made you forget to even check the time on your phone.

so when your friend had sent you home, with his car - you were slightly surprised to see baekhyung standing at the door with his arm crossed.

after saying goodbyes to your friend, you immediately rushed towards him a smile, arms slightly opened to pull him into a hug.

but what surprised you more was that he didn't reciprocate your hug.

you pulled away slightly, tilting your head in confusion when you looked at him. "what's wrong?" you asked softly, feeling dejected when he slipped out of your embrace. "you didn't tell me you were going out," he muttered, facing away from you.

then it clicked.

"oh... i'm sorry, baby- i really forgot to tell you," you explained, your hand resting on his arm. you could hear him sighing and pulled away. there was a deep ache in his heart. he couldn't get it out of his head. when that guy laughing with you and you smiled before saying your goodbyes.

"all you had to do was tell me," he gritted his teeth.

to be honest, he hated it. he hated being petty and trying to blame you for hanging out with your friend. it wasn't wrong. he knew it wasn't wrong. but he felt slightly insecured when he saw how you smiled at the guy. and adding the fact that you didn't tell him about it either.

he trusts you with all his heart. he does. but that image of you laughing with another guy kept on replaying in his head.

you didn't know what to do to comfort him. you felt bad and this was the first time that you had ever upset him.

.

and so the next few days, he kept on ignoring you. if he did talk to you, it would be of a mockery tone.

"this is so funny," was all you said. and he would reply with a, "oh, like how that guy made you laugh?"

it was getting on your nerves with how childish he was acting.

"baekhyun," you called him in a stern voice. he only rolled his eyes and continued eating his sandwich. "alright, what's wrong with you?" you sighed, rubbing your temples. "what do you mean? nothing's wrong," he shrugged.

"yeah, sure. nothing's wrong that it got you acting like this," you scoffed. you were right though. he knew you were right. baekhyun had promised himself to not be a jealous man. so how come that he is so jealous to the point that he's acting petty.

you stood in front of him, your eyes staring at his which he looked at everywhere else but your eyes. "babe," you started off softly. "baby," he still ignores you. "baekhyun,"

the third time you called him, you were getting frustrated that he still didn't answer. "byun baekhyun," you called him in a stern voice. this finally made him to look at you in the eyes, a pout present on his lips. "is this about that time i go out without telling you?" you sighed.

you knew. of course, you knew. he was embarrassed that he's acting so childish right now. even though there would be no way for you to leave him. right?

"no," he answered after a while. he figured that lying would lessen his embarrassment. you sighed for the hundreds time tonight. "baby, i told you that you don't need to be jealous of others," you said softly, your hand rubbing his arm comfortingly.

"i wasn't jealous," he crossed his arms together. you let out an amused chuckle. "sure, whatever you say,"

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