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icequeenbae · 1 year

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Winter Outside (m) BBH

Part of Series: Love Coach [Lev.1] (m)

Full Masterlist: Love Coach series masterlist

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

ITnerd!Baekhyun, established relationship, slice of life, fluff domestic af, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, s o f t

Word Count: ~1.8k

Author’s Note: Well HELLO my dear sweetheartsss~ I know I took a while BUT I am finally coming with an early Christmas gift to all of you LoveCoach!Baek lovers!! Trust me, it was worth waiting for winter to get this 🔥😊 Also yay for the 500+ of you following my crazy little blog, I'm very happy to welcome each and every one of you here. Lots of other things coming, so stick around and let's go along this journey together 💕 Also just 1.5 months until Baek comes back, what in the world am I gonna do?? Spontaneously combust??

P. S. This story is part of series tagged above. I recommend starting with the series, however, you can probably enjoy this as a separate piece:)

Summary: Working from home would be much more comfortable if it wasn’t so damn cold in your apartment. But there’s two of you, and multiple ways to keep warm.

Network Tags: @superm-net @bbh-net @exo-writers-net

‘It’s not working, why isn’t it working?’ You grumbled, kicking the small heater with the tip of your fluffy house slipper.

An ‘ouch’ followed, and Baekhyun lifted his head to watch you jump on one foot.

‘Baby,’ he scolded, readjusting his computer glasses. ‘I told you, it’s out for good. The new one will arrive tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow is a day too late! I’m going to freeze to death today,’ you exclaimed, still eyeing the non-functioning machine. ‘I haven’t been this useless since my intern years. We’ve spent what, half a day trying to fix this thing? Ugh!’

Turning around, you met his grinning eyes.

‘It’s not funny,’ you pouted, still stepping closer to him, as if he had a magnetic field around him. ‘You know I hate when it’s too cold.’

‘I know.’ He confirmed, lifting the heavy duvet off of his shoulder to invite you to his little cave. ‘You’ve been groaning all day.’

‘Damn right!’ You huffed, diving forward and sinking into his side just as he wrapped the comforter around you. ‘Oh my god, you’re so warm…’

He grunted as you curled into him, icy fingers digging into his waist.

‘Agh- do you have any blood flow in there?’ He nagged, putting his laptop down to cover your hands with his warm palms.

‘No,’ you mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

The ice-cold tip of your nose gave him a start.

‘Jesus, Y/N! Why are you all frozen already?’

You bellyached, digging deeper into his body in a quest for revitalizing warmth.

‘I told you, I can’t deal with these temperatures… And you’re a living heater,’ you added softly, pressing your lips to his hot smooth skin.

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun sighed, glancing at his laptop. ‘I need to finish something real quick-’

‘No.’

You protested firmly, attaching yourself to him like a giant snuggly koala. The sound you made was probably just as scary.

Your boyfriend’s palm ran up and down your back slowly, and you shivered from the pleasurable sensation.

‘I promise to carry on my service as your heater right after I send out thi-’

‘Baek-hyun-n.’ Your voice was low, and he gulped, looking at his desktop almost in desperation.

The screen reflected in his lenses.

‘But this is important-’

‘Aren’t I important?’ You counterattacked.

It wasn’t that you had no respect for his job. But you knew he was way too responsible, and the prototype he was finishing up was probably due in another week, if not two. He could take his sweet time perfecting it tomorrow, after your heating was back up. Today, however, with your working hours well over, he needed to drop his bone and focus his attention on something else.

‘You’re the most important,’ he responded without hesitation, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. ‘But can I just-’

‘I need you,’ you muttered through a pout, and Baekhyun’s cache instantly cleared, all things IT erased at once.

It was a dirty trick, yes, but you didn’t care since your survival was at stake here. If he was the main source of warmth in this house, you weren’t going to share him with his laptop anymore. Letting him ‘finish up’ was out of the question as well. Knowing him… he’d stay on it for hours until he’d be ready to send it to his supervisor.

‘What is it, my little cinnamon bun?’ He snickered as you pinched his side for the mockery.

‘Make me warm,’ you demanded, arms still tight around his waist.

If there was a way to tangle, or melt yourself deeper into him, you would’ve gladly tried it.

Baekhyun shut his work laptop, barely able to move it to the nightstand with you gripping him with all you got. As soon as his precious PC was safely tucked away, his attention was on you again, and you felt his lips press to the crown of your head.

You murmured in response, moving your cheek up to look at him. His gaze met yours with more warmth, and you slowly sat up, braced by his arms. Not saying a word, you lifted your hand up to trace the rim of his glasses before removing them.

Baekhyun licked his lips in meek anticipation and stayed silent. His palms continued stroking your back leisurely, not allowing the cool air outside your cocoon to bite your skin.

You caressed his face before placing a playful smooch onto his cheek, eliciting a giggle. His arms were so snug and comfortable that you almost forgot about the winter outside, breathing his calming scent in and planting more featherlight kisses onto his skin.

‘Mmh, what’s this…’ Baekhyun’s question trailed off as your lips made contact with his, not colliding fully, only teasing.

His face followed yours, trying to gain more contact, and you moved down his jaw to leave a small mark on his sensitive neck. Soon giving into his attempts to catch your mouth, you leaned in for a kiss. An array of goosebumps ran up your spine while his tongue danced with yours. Your kiss was slow, dragged out, and you were almost sinking into this cozy mess of you and him and the thick warm covers around you.

‘B-Baek-hyun…’ You stuttered impatiently, inviting him to take matters into his own hands.

Lying back on the pillows with you still on top of his thighs, he lowered his hands from your back to your hips. You jerked them forward, pleasantly surprised by the flutter of his lashes and the hazy look in his eyes. He was always so quick to be affected.

‘Come ‘ere,’ Baekhyun whispered, and you bent forward to meet his lips again before he took his turn grinding on you.

This time, however, he held your hips steady to increase the friction. You let out a tiny whimper that nearly made him lose his mind. Noticing how strong his grip on you became, you swayed your ass again, amplifying the effect of his movements.

If you were to pay attention, you’d have noticed the instantaneous spike in temperature caused by your heated bodies. But at that moment, you were consumed by the firm grind of your hips and Baekhyun’s panting.

‘Shit,’ you gritted, biting your lip as you noticed the flush in his cheeks. ‘I really want to get down to it… But won’t we get cold without clothes?’

Baekhyun chuckled.

‘You think I won’t make you break a sweat without this hoodie?’ His hands, as if wanting to prove a point, quickly rid you of said clothing item.

Giving him a skeptical look as you fixed your hair afterwards, you shook your head.

‘The tee stays.’

‘As you wish,’ he agreed, coercing you into lying down next to him. ‘But the pants have to go.’

Gasping at the loss of your clothes, you quickly wrapped yourself around your loveable heater.

‘Babe, I need to take them off too…’ Baekhyun murmured as you nuzzled his neck again, trying to collect his warmth.

‘Just roll them down, who cares? I don’t care,’ you muttered, melting as his plump lips examined your skin.

‘Hm? I thought you hated clothed sex,’ he teased, reaching down to get rid of his sweats.

‘Now I’m preserving my life. Otherwise… who’d want to keep clothes on when their boyfriend has a body like that?’

‘Stop teasing,’ Baekhyun pouted, kicking his pants off under the duvet. ‘You know I haven’t been exercising properly while working remotely. And with the delicious food you’ve been feeding me…’

‘So? I’ve gained some weight too. More than ‘some’, even.’

Your hand found his length, making him gasp.

‘Not a fair comparison. It only made you… sexier,’ he sighed, and you snickered.

‘You think I don’t find you sexy?’

Squeezing his already hard cock, you watched him run his hand through his hair frantically. He was so easy.

‘Y/N…’ He latched onto your hip as you pressed his leaking tip to your folds and rubbed it against them languidly.

‘What? Eager to get to your workout?’ Your teasing was then interrupted by his impatient thrust.

Whimpering in surprise, you gripped his forearm to steady yourself. Baekhyun actually liked to start slow, giving you a taste of what those hips could do, and slow worked fine for you. Still wrapped around his waist, you enjoyed the heat of his body and opted to laze about, letting your boyfriend do all the work for tonight.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but you endured lying on your side, unwilling to interrupt the flow. Baekhyun’s hand crept under your (actually, his) shirt, exploring the curves of your body vigorously. Closing your eyes, you tensed your leg, pressing him closer to you. This was perfect. You were finally hot rather than cold, and your lover’s sporadic breaths in your ear only made you heat up further.

But Baekhyun had a different plan for you. Pulling you up to get you on top of his thighs, he gripped at your waist to hold you in place while thrusting.

‘Baek-’ You cried out, a sudden clench in your core catching you off guard.

He was getting you there so fast.

‘Fuck-’ He gritted, eyes tightly shut as he rammed into you at full speed.

‘Shit, don’t slow down…’ Whimpering, you went along with his pace, meeting his jerky movements halfway.

‘Agh- damn, Y/N-ie, you need to come right now, or else-’

‘Or what?’ You panted, breath uneven from the hits of his pelvis.

He growled, fucking into you with no mercy now, and you could only gasp for air with your release quickly approaching.

‘A- ah, god!’ You went into high pitch as the heaviness in your lower belly went off with an explosive orgasm.

Baekhyun sighed in relief, watching you get finished off by his hips, and focused on his own sensations. Before you regained understanding of your surroundings, he was holding onto you again and flooding your insides with warmth.

Both of you took the next few minutes to just breathe and wait for the whirlwind inside your bodies to die down. Baekhyun’s hands were back to caressing your spine, and you hummed content with your cheek pressed to his chest and arm hugging his shoulder.

The silence lasted strangely long, but neither of you were disturbed by it. Being in the position you were in now, you couldn’t be bothered to maintain the after-sex conversation.

Finally warm and comfy, you couldn’t help but blink sleepily as you looked up to face him. Baekhyun smiled down at you with that soft smile of his, but then his expression faltered, letting you know he was thinking something naughty.

‘Out of all the ways to keep warm… You chose the best one.’

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! I miss replying to your asks and reblogs, so I hope we have fun chatting after you finish this piece ❤️

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trashlord-007 · 2 years

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LAY : Great Voyage : Sail

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yuta-nakamots · 2 years

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Hello may I request yuta + how he is as a boyfriend ?

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting! For a more immersive experience, I recommend listening to Miyavi’s song ‘Heaven Is A Place On Earth’ while reading this. Lyrics from the song are formatted “like this”. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing(s): Rockstar!Yuta x GN Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, Established Relationship!AU

Warning(s): it gets moderately suggestive at one point, but that’s it

Word Count: 1k

Taglist: @nct-writers @neowritingsnet @czennienet @kwritersworld @superm-net @ilovjaehyun @leeknowsredeyeliner @horanghoe @itbecina @allaboutthedongs @xuxibelle (fill out this form if you’d like to be added to my general taglist!)

The brightly colored lights and pounding of the music played over the speakers were almost too much for you but Yuta’s hand on your waist brought you back into the moment. You were currently at a party inside one of the most lavish penthouses you had ever seen and it was all to celebrate the release of your boyfriend Yuta’s latest album.

Over the past few years, he had made a name for himself as a musician and a celebrity, amassing a large following as his songs reached more and more people. Back when you had first started dating him, you had your worries that one day his career would take off and so would he. But he never once let you feel like anything less than royalty.

When he managed to find you in the crowds of the smaller shows he used to play, he made sure to point to you during your favorite parts of his songs. He would personally thank you in front of the audience and dedicate one or two songs to you. Even after all the excitement from being up on stage wore off, he was still the same Yuta at the end of it. Your Yuta.

He often liked to lie down in your arms after taking a hot shower and you let him, even if his hair was not fully dry yet. You told him countless times to dry his hair before getting into bed, if not for his or his hair’s health, then at least for the longevity of the pillows. He never really listened but it’s not like you could blame him. If you performed a two-hour show you would be exhausted too.

Yuta was quite honestly like a human cat. As soon as he got comfortable with you, that was it. He would fall asleep so quickly and leave you trapped underneath him in whatever position you were in. On nights that he wasn’t so tired, he would spend them talking to you about things the two of you wanted to do in the future, if or when he got more popular.

Those late nights bled into early mornings together and lazy afternoons. Sometimes he would put on a cheesy anime and make you imitate the lines of the characters, causing him to turn pink and become shy. Other times the two of you would play something like Super Smash or Mariokart but it would have to be turned off within an hour or two before things got too competitive.

The best days were when you could just lie down with him and find peace in the rhythm of Yuta’s breaths. He enjoyed them equally as much and took it as a day to recharge his creativity and use you as his muse. He claimed that he gets the best ideas when you’re around.

He once found a way to record the sound of your heartbeat and used it in the intro of one of his songs. He titled it ‘Heaven Is A Place On Earth’ and made it into a dark and beautiful tribute to his love for you.

When he told you that he wrote a song for you and included your heartbeat in it, you were imagining something softer and more delicate, maybe a song like Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. You were thrown off from the start when he played the demo of the song for you.

The running bass riff at the start was enjoyable, though certainly not what you expected. His vocals in the first verse started in time with heavy beats before diving into a thin pre-chorus detailing his heated love for you.

“I’d give up my sky for you

Cut my wings, die for you

Thinking again too soon

Like a beautiful ecstasy

When you get me down on my knees”

Yuta was intent on watching your face for your reactions to every new lyric. By the end of it, you were staring back into his eyes with implications of things less appropriate to put into his songs. He had done a magnificent job with this one and you were definitely going to reward him for it.

There was quite a large handful of songs that were inspired by you and the list only increased with every album he released. Some detailed the emotions he felt towards you while others metaphorically begged you to step on him. You were the apple of his eye, the jewel of his crown and he was not at all afraid to show you off.

He took you to every party, every event that invited him, and proudly introduced you to his friends and colleagues. It was a little difficult at first, meeting so many new people and remembering each of them but after some time, you settled into Yuta’s circle and found your favorites.

You would hang out with them at parties but never too far away from Yuta. Originally, it was because he was a little insecure that someone might try to steal you away from him but now it was because he found peace in your presence despite the sea of chaos surrounding you both.

“So what did you think about the new songs?” He asked over the volume of the music, one of his songs, actually.

“You know I like anything you put out,” you told him before taking a sip of your drink.

He shook his head though he wore a smile on his face. “You’re the worst consultant but the best hype person.”

You leaned into him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Only the most for you.”

Yuta turned his attention fully to you and pressed his forehead against yours. “Thank you for always supporting me. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

You laughed a little from the way he looked from this angle but respected his sincerity. “Thank you for taking me with you on your journey and keeping me by your side.”

“You’re my one and only. In heaven and on Earth.”

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jaennie · 1 year

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spacequokka · 5 months

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For Me | Day 5

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: G Summary: Baekhyun invites you over for a Christmas movie marathon. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: established relationship

Here's a fluffy drabble set sometime after part two.

Baekhyun was the kind of guy who got hyped up for holidays. He always went all out for Christmas. Competing with his neighbors for the highest light bill generated by the decorative mass of lights and lawn decorations was his newest hobby. His apartment was no exception. The interior would make Martha Stewart proud with the copious amounts of garland, candy canes, and holly adorning every surface. The man was a menace, right down to his meticulously wrapped presents and perfectly hung mistletoe.

You knocked on the door, and it swung open instantly. Baekhyun greeted you with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a red and green flannel, a Santa hat perched on his head, and had even drawn a fake white beard on with eyeliner. "_____! You made it!" he exclaimed and pulled you into a warm hug.

“If I missed this, you'd come find me and drag me back here," you replied, engulfed with the mixed scent of cinnamon and pine as it wafted through the door.

"Of course, it wouldn't be a Christmas movie marathon without you," Baekhyun chuckled, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

"Not true. You could snatch Taemin and never notice the difference."

"Please. He doesn't get why I watch the same movies every year." He stepped back and gestured for you to come inside, revealing his apartment transformed into a cozy haven of holiday delights.

"True, but I wouldn't say I entirely understand it, either." You shrugged. "I just like seeing that little giddy smile you get. It's cute as hell." Baekhyun blushed at your compliment, the warmth of the room seeming to intensify as his gaze met yours. "Besides, they're not bad movies, and I like free food."

"Well," He took your coat and traded your shoes for fuzzy slippers that matched his, "there's no shortage of food this year. I managed to get that chicken place we like to give me a catering discount."

"Catering? For just two people?" You looked at him then over his shoulder towards the kitchen. The buffet he'd set up looked like it could feed a football team. "You're gonna get sick from eating too much, watch."

"Nooo," he whined, throwing his arms around you again. "You're here to help too! Whatever's leftover will feed me for the rest of the week."

"As long as you're not trying to overfeed me." You led the way to the couch and plopped down. "So, what are we starting off with? Comedy? Horror? Hallmark?"

He settled down beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate. "I was thinking classics. How about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? I saw the DVD in store and got hit with nostalgia."

"Ooh! I love those. They have an old-school charm to them, like Charlie Brown era stuff."

"See? You get me! That's why you're my baby." He pulled you close and kissed all over your cheek. "Okay, okay. So I made the cocoa when I got your text, so it should be safe to drink. If you get hungry before this one's over, we can pause and load up."

You nodded. "Gotcha. Until then," you put your legs over his and cuddled into him, "I just wanna get warm."

"Oh, I'm great at that." He pressed his face into your neck, lips tickling your skin. "Just some touches and kisses and you'll be on fire."

"Oh my gawd, you goober. Stawp!" You giggled, weakly pushing at his head and hands until he pulled away. The loud fanfare of the movie drew his attention away, allowing you both to settle down. Moments like these were the best. Just being held in his arms, being the most important part of his cute little tradition, were the moments you lived for.

Neither of you spoke much during the movie until his stomach growled loudly. His face scrunched up, and he paused the movie, looking at you with puppy eyes. "Babe—"

"Time to hit up your buffet?" You suggested with a teasing smile. He nipped at your neck again, then nodded.

"Please?" His voice was muffled, making you laugh out at his silliness.

"Come on. Let's see what you got."

As he unwrapped and unboxed the feast he'd ordered, you regretted eating anything at all that day. The spread was enough to give Thanksgiving a run for its money. "Stop looking at me like that! It's not that much food."

"My love, not that much for who? Are you inviting more people over?"

He shook his head. "Nope. This is all for you—well, us—but I didn't want you to need to leave or order anything. I have a case of wine, desserts, even that honey bun you said you liked from the donut shop."

You mulled his words over. "Wait, how long am I staying?"

His eyes sparkled. "As long as you want to. You said you had a few days off and we've both been caught up with work…"

You put a hand over your chest, then pulled him in for another quick hug. "Jesus Christ. Every time I think I've seen you at peak cuteness, you raise the bar. My heart can't take this if you keep maxing out the adorable boyfriend on me."

He bit his lip, and for a second, you could tell he was lost in thought. "…Boyfriend."

You side-eyed him. "Yes." A Byun in deep thought could be a troublemaker if left to his own devices. "A boyfriend I love and adore very much."

He nodded and luckily left it at that, pulling out plates and forks for you while you picked up the pretty festive wine glasses he'd put out for the occasion. Soon enough, you both were back on the couch with your food and drinks, continuing the movie. When that one went off, he let you pick the next movie, so you opted for your favorite, The Nightmare Before Christmas.

"You know," you said in between bites of the crispy, fried chicken he went "to the ends of the world" to get, "their relationship reminds me of how ours started out. I'm really thankful we had the chance to change things."

He watched you for a bit, then nodded. "Me too. More than words can express." He picked up his cup for a swig of wine. "But I'd like to change things again."

You looked at him, eyes wide. "In what way?"

He put down his plate and wiped his fingers on a napkin, prompting you to do the same. Whatever he was about to say had to be serious. "Well," he rubbed his hands together, the movie quickly forgotten as it continued playing, "I bought this townhouse with the intention of you moving in with me at some point."

You nodded. "Yeah, that's why you insisted I tag along for the viewing."

He turned toward you. "We never really set a date for that, y'know? And with Christmas coming up, it feels like there's no better time than the present."

You couldn't help but smile. "Is this your way of asking me to move in?"

"I mean, I think I could do better, but--" You cut him off with a kiss before throwing your arms around him.

"Nah, I like this. It's all cute and flustered and you." You kissed his cheek before sighing. "You're lucky I've been thinking about it too, with me missing you so much. I realized I wouldn't have to miss you if I could wake up and go to bed with you. So, I may have been packing already."

"You're serious?" He pulled back to look at you. "Please, don't joke about this. I don't think my heart could take it."

You shook your head, smile growing wider. "I pretty much just need to hire a moving service and figure out what to do with the furniture I don't need to keep."

"I love you so much," he bear-hugged you, peppering your face with kisses. "Just hearing that makes me feel better. This will be the best Christmas I’ve ever had."

#kvanity #kchristmas #exo-writers-net #exo fluff #baekhyun fluff #superm fluff #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #happy holidays!

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kokaibop · 2 years

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☆ EXO's most replayed:

BAEKHYUN edition

#baekhyun #bbh-net #exo #exosnet #exoedit #ultkpop #kpopco #ksoloists #mgroupsedit #malegroupsedit #dailybg #userkitty #userjoanna #wabisarah #superm #mine*#gifs*#exo*#emr*#bbh*

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seshun · 2 years

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“Since I was younger, I always heard that I’m pretty honest with my emotions. People see the bright and happy sides of me, but they see the other sides as well. Because my personality is one that is honest about how I feel, I want to showcase my true self to people.” — Happy Birthday Byun Baekhyun! ♡

#exo #exosnet #bbh-net #ultkpop #dailybg #kpopco #boyidolnet #malegroupsnet #baekhyun #happybaekhyunday #byun baekhyun #this was super last minute but happy birthday to the brightest sun!!!#superm #kpop #ainegifs

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taem-min-archived2 · 2 years

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superm losing in monopoly

[♡] baekhyun - flips the board as soon as he sees he’s losing. “oops, sorry my leg got in the way”. won’t let anyone play (while screaming his lungs off) until they agree to restart the game.

[♡] taemin - flips the board as soon as he sees he’s losing 2.0. sm’s golden boy thinks he’s entitled to the winner title and any win should be given straight away to him. “I’M BABY I DESERVE TO WIN.” and if they don’t agree, he’ll be pouting and throwing tantrums the whole day.

[♡] kai - claims that everyone should donate him money out of goodwill so that he too can flourish again. once he’s finally declared bankrupt (which happens just too often), he just sits there sadly, pondering on his life’s existence and bad luck. the only reason he still hasn’t gone bankrupt is because of someone’s charity.

[♡] taeyong - is the charity. “kai hyung, you need help? here you go! anyone else?” the whole reason he went bankrupt. is upset but doesn’t shows he is upset because he isn’t petty like the others and knows this is just a game. demands a treat out of everyone but ends up treating instead

[♡] ten - cannot possible lose. even if he does, he’ll find a loophole and squirm his way out. most likely to cause distraction to pin the blame on someone else. probably chooses the role of banker to fund himself secretly.

[♡] lucas - admits that he lost readily. he does try to figure out how he lost but with the other members shouting over his ear, poor xuxi cannot comprehend and just accepts defeat. laughs it away because he thinks he is bad at this game while in reality the others had just conned him.

[♡] mark - admits that he lost readily 2.0. he too, was tricked into believing that he lost. still in so much awe of his hyungs who won that he cannot see how he was trolled. but unlike his petty hyungs, he admits defeat like a good player.

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

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A/N || This is probably my most longest unhiatus hiatus really sorry about that!! But I hope you enjoy this short reaction which I just conjured!

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baekhyyun · 1 year

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#bbh-net #kvanity #ultkpopnetwork #wkcnet #exo #superm #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #exo baekhyun #superm baekhyun #my baby #B A C O N #loml #franart #he's baaaaack

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rupes--nigra · 1 year

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HOLD MY HAND / I'LL GIVE YOU MY HALO. there is so much fear in your heart. i know you want me to sit here and unravel it like DNA till the day my hands are too crone to pull any longer ⏤ but the clock won't stop, and the both of us will fade long before i finish. so, i'll make you a deal instead. you be the summer sunset, i'll be the solar system, and when the bad things drag their nails across your eyes and it all goes dark; my dear, WE WILL / BEGIN AGAIN.

#krp net #krp lit #lee taemin #shinee #superm

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exosmutfactory · 8 months

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Wanna Be Yours 001

Originally posted by tipannies

Maybe not all good girls are good, and not all bad boys are bad. It’s all about perspective and experience, for not everything in life is a clear black or white. Sometimes you will find gray, brown, or silver… Possibilities are endless. And Byun Baekhyun is too god damn fine to resist.

◤“Stop smoking, it isn’t attractive.” “Stop swearing, it isn’t either.” “Fuck you.” “When.”◢

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Chapter 1✓

networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x Monica (OC)

word count — 3.8k

genre — biker! baekhyun, bad boy! baekhyun, enemies to lovers! romance, slight angst, fluff, smut (one chap - eventually)

[ This chapter contains: an introduction 🚲 ]

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Chapter 1

Look around, lovely

I’ve been through many things in my life. From my ex leaving me for a “slim thick” girl who lived three blocks away to my best friend, making it their goal to break my spirit from the inside out. I had to cut ties with my treacherous family. I had to change my name, eye color, and wear a purple wig to flee from another crazy ex to Hawaii. I almost had to file for bankruptcy when my twin sister bought three foreign sports cars in my name.

—I’ve been through a lot, but I never expected to find myself in the middle of this shitstorm.

“Yo, Chen, move your ass!”

“I’m almost there!” This so-called Chen hisses into his phone, tugging me behind him by my arm. He glares back at me when I stumble over a recycling bin. “Shut it.” His grip turns painful when I slow down my pace. He stomps hurriedly down shaded alleyways and dimly lit streets. I'd scoff at his audacity if I wasn’t so busy trying to form a plan to escape and not fall flat on my face in the process.

“Yo bitch.” He throws another nasty look over his shoulder, “keep up, will ya?”

My eyes narrow as I purposely stomp on the back of his foot. “Oops,” I chirp when he yelps, hiding my smirk while he curses and hobbles on one leg. “Guess that’s too close, eh?”

He bares his teeth at me. The smirk quickly falls off my lips when the ground is suddenly approaching my face at an alarming rate.

I brace my hands against the pavement at the last second, but my right arm buckles under my weight, sliding my frantic hands across the rugged surface, scraping against the sidewalk with a painful burn. I groan at the fire hot pain shooting up my forearm.

“Oops,” he mocks, his leather boots stepping into view. He bends down in front of me with a tilt of his head. “Guess that was too soon, huh?” His victory smirk on his curled lips would have been sexy if I didn’t have the urge to punch him in his pretty face.

I keep my eyes on him, slowly bringing myself back to my feet. It takes everything in me to ignore the pulsing pain in my knees and the warm liquid running down my elbow as he stands back to his full height. His unimpressive 5’8 stature seems intimidating while I’m poorly hiding my injured arm behind my back. It doesn't help that he has a tattoo of a snake on his bicep, the green ink peeking out from under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. He’s not tall, but he is buff, and that is enough for me to keep my mouth shut... for now.

He runs his eyes over my quiet defensive stance, his smirk turning even more cruel before he yanks me forward by my injured arm. “If we’re late, that’s your ass.”

I roll my eyes to distract myself from the tears threatening to fall, biting my tongue. My hands and arm throb painfully in sync. That hurt like a bitch and he’s two seconds away from being smacked like one.

After walking a few more empty blocks, the rev of an engine reaches my ears—and it’s not from a car. My heart plummets when the realization sets in and the beaming headlights of shiny black vehicles come into view. Two motorcycles stop a few feet away from us in a deserted parking lot. The riders are wearing black helmets with matching clothes, blending in with the night. Their faces are shaded under the dim light of the moon when they take their helmets off.

Dusk is on the rise, concealing the moon behind thick clouds as the world waits for the sun to peek over the horizon. The darkest hour of the night… Looking around at the buff asshole and two newcomers, I can only hope that I’ll make it to see the sunrise. I swallow my nerves while Chen impatiently drags me over to the others.

The guy on the left is the first one to notice us. He shakes his hair, the brunette strands catching light before he switches off the headlights. He’s tall with beautifully toned skin, whistling when we step off of the sidewalk. “Damn hyung, took you long enough.”

Chen shrugs. “Catching the prize was a bit of a struggle.” He rattles my arm for emphasis, his smirk visible under a flickering streetlight.

“Oh?” The brunette’s eyes trail over me, focusing on my pulsing arm before shifting back to the prick next to me. “Looks a bit like damaged goods, hyung.”

“That wouldn’t be the case if it had acted accordingly.” He shrugs, nonchalantly looking me over.

My eyes and mouth twitch. It is really taking everything in me not to say something.

“Hopefully hyung doesn’t mind,” The other tall guy speaks up, eyeing me warily while I stare at his unnaturally orange hair.

“Byun won’t do shit,” Chen waves him off, pulling me closer to a parked bike three parking spaces away. “He hasn’t before and he won’t start now.”

The orange-top guy starts to reply until a loudly revved engine fills the air, announcing the arrival of more motorcycles entering the deserted parking lot. I glare at the biker driving in front, from his laid back posture alone he must be the leader.

“Baekhyun!” Chen yells into the still night with a cocky grin, laughing gleefully. “So happy for you to finally join us. I feared we’d start without you.”

The leader calmly parks his bike a couple of feet away, pulling off his helmet while the other five bikers join him. I bite my cheek to hold back my gasp when his face is revealed. What I expected was some forty-year-old gang member with a huge tattoo, crooked beard, and salt/pepper hair. Not a twenty-something-year-old with one of the most attractive faces I’ve ever seen in my life.

His light brown hair ruffles in the wind, the salty scent of the sea rolling in. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, looking at the man next to me with a blank expression on his face. Baekhyun’s eyes slowly follow Chen’s arm down to my own in his tight grasp. His eyes linger on my injured arm, the clench of his jaw and flare of his nostrils has my eyes shooting down to look at it myself.

The sight of blood steadily dripping from my ripped sleeve has me wincing. I bite my lip hard to hold back a pain-filled whimper.

Baekhyun cuts his eyes back to Chen with a murderous glare, “Jongdae.” He hisses venomously.

Chen stiffens, his grip loosening on my arm, “Byun?” He’s caught off guard, the confusion rings loudly in his uncertain voice.

“What the fuck is this?” Baekhyun looks at my arm then at him again, his voice growing louder by the minute. “Why the hell is she bleeding?”

“She wasn’t…” Willing to come? Willing to follow a stranger? Willing to get pulled out of a store for nothing? “Very compliant.”

“And you brought her here anyway?” Baekhyun gives him an incredulous look, his eyes narrowed at the latter’s silence. “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do.”

I shift on my feet, highly uncomfortable just witnessing this exchange. The other bikers watching them quietly doesn’t calm my nerves in the slightest. I know one thing for certain—the tension can be cut with a knife, and I’m not about to be in the middle of this hell much longer.

“I was walking with her down the street, and she fell.” Chen chooses to say.

I crack my neck when I whip it around to face him. “Really?” I snap. “You purposely yanked me forward and let go, yet dare say I fucking fell?!”

Chen scowls at me. “Well if you weren’t being such a bi‒” He pales when I sense a dark aura behind me.

I turn around to a furious Baekhyun. His brown eyes blaze brightly in anger amongst the pitch darkness of the night, the wind tousling his hair across his forehead. The urge to take a step back is high until I remember who is right behind me. Baekhyun takes one look at me then turns his fire-filled gaze to the fearful man behind me. “I’ll deal with you later.”

I look down at the sudden hand gently grabbing my uninjured arm, meeting Baekhyun’s eyes before he takes a step back. And for some reason; I follow. He keeps his eyes steady on mine before turning to address the others. “I’m calling it off.” His gaze meets every individual one of theirs. “Any objections?”

No one even so much as moves.

Baekhyun firmly nods, peering down at me with a raised brow. “Come with me?” Even while he asks, I’m already being led over to his bike. He grabs his helmet and pauses, turning to me, the dim street lights reflecting the mysterious glint in his brown eyes. “Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”

I look at the bike then back at him, narrowing my eyes. “Are you planning to kill me with it?”

The corner of his lips twitch up, “that’s a no then. May I?”

Eyeing the helmet in his hands, I nod, quickly muttering, “if I die, I’m suing you,” when he starts to place it on my head.

Baekhyun chuckles. “Don’t worry.” He adjusts the helmet with a teasing little grin, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “You’re in good hands.”

“Uh huh—oof!” I yelp when he suddenly lifts me up and sets me on the back of his vehicle—that seems one hundred times more intimidating now that I’m sitting on it. “I swear, Byun, if I fall‒”

“You won’t.” Baekhyun affirms. He throws his leg over the motorcycle and climbs onto it with grace, throwing one last look back at me before starting the engine. It purrs in a way I’ve never heard before. The low, crispy sound vibrates through my entire body when his deep voice reaches my ears. “Hold on tight.”

When he revs the engine, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. The fear of death is greater than the pulsing of my bleeding arm. We speed out into the street, the others becoming mere specks of shadowy figures in the distance as we go further down the dirt road.

My eyes stay partially closed until I remember that I’m wearing a helmet, and if anyone has to do that its Baekhyun. Which is fucking scary considering the fact that he is the one driving! Steering this two-wheeled vehicle that tilts side to side depending on the gravitational pull of the earth and the wind.

I flinch when we roll over a bump in the road, gripping the front of Baekhyun’s shirt. I can’t tell if it’s the motorcycle or his chuckles causing the vibrations in his chest when I rest my head on his back. The sun is slowly rising, pale light peeking over the horizon. It bounces off of the calm ocean water in the distance. It’s fascinating, how the ocean and the cloudy sky meet, like a snowglobe full of cascading sparkles.

The blur of buildings comes into focus when we slow down, Baekhyun resting his feet on the ground when we reach a red light. Recognizing the slightly run-down buildings, my heart rate picks up. “Baekhyun? Where are we going?” I ask warily. Instead of replying, he pats my clenched fist in a pacifying manner and takes off once the light switches to green.

Gulping down my nerves, I make sure to take note of every street we go down in case I have to hightail my ass out of wherever we are headed. The sight of small brick houses and wide front porches brings a wave of nostalgia over me—and not in a good way. All I can do is hold onto him and hope I stay in one piece until we reach our destination. The weight of my knife concealed in my left boot gives me little reassurance.

We start to slow down on a street that welcomes us with the largest maple tree that I’ve ever seen, followed by small but surprisingly well-kept homes. It’s pretty for the infamous neighborhood that we are in, and the house we stop in front of in particular is the nicest one.

Baekhyun drives up the driveway and parks, getting off the motorcycle with grace before helping me down as well. I flinch when I try to straighten my injured arm. It hurts worse than it did earlier, burning every time my denim jacket sways in the wind and brushes against it. I keep my arm bent at the elbow while clutching it to my chest.

Baekhyun notices but doesn’t say anything. He walks up to the house while I linger behind, taking in the flower-filled yard. Pretty pink roses and beautifully bloomed dandelions take up most of the land. Growing steadily alongside the driveway and sidewalk, their healthy petals awaiting the sunlight.

“Hey.”

Turning back to Baekhyun, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe of the open door. The sun shines down on his caramel-colored coat, black graphic tee shirt, and leather pants. The more I look at him, the more confused I get. How on earth is he in a bike gang? He has no visible tattoos, no piercings. The only things “gangsta” about him are his sharp brown eyes, confident stance, and authoritative aura.

Baekhyun clears his throat, jolting me from my thoughts. He raises a brow with a tilt of his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “Come in.” He disappears into the house before I can give any sort of reply.

Pulling my phone out of my bra, I snap a picture of the street sign and send it to my friend so they know my whereabouts—just in case. I tuck it back under my shirt and take one last look at the quiet neighborhood before entering the house.

The only way I can describe the interior is warm. With light brown walls and darker carpeted floors. The living room alone is full of worn-in couches with pretty throw blankets. When I start to take off my shoes, Baekhyun pops up, shaking his head, “there’s more dirt on this floor than out in the yard.”

He walks off into another part of the house with his heeled boots and loud footsteps. I spot a bright orange crumpled leaf and a patch of dried grass in the center of the room. Heeding his advice, I take a wary glance at the unlocked door before going to look for him. Walking to the other side of the living room, I’m met with a doorway to the kitchen on my left and a hallway to my right. Finding no sign of Baekhyun in the tidy room, I venture down the hall.

“In here,” he calls out just as I pass the first door on the left.

Backtracking a few steps, I look inside the bathroom while he rummages in the cabinet under the sink. My eyes move back to him when he swears.

“I know I left it somewhere,” he mumbles just as his eyes caught sight of something. With a tug, he pulls back to close the doors, standing up with a familiar red box in his hands. “Have a seat,” he beckons me over, gesturing to the closed toilet lid with his chin.

I settle myself on the cold surface, the white porcelain chilling my skin through my jeans. Watching him carefully while he sets the first-aid kit beside the sink and takes out antibacterial wipes. When he reaches for my arm I flinch back.

Baekhyun gives me a look. “May I?”

Sighing deeply and gritting my teeth, I nod with a roll of my eyes, slowly taking off my ripped jacket and dropping it in the bathtub. I look away when he draws nearer with the wipe, clenching my hand into a fist. The sting brings tears to my eyes.

After what feels like hours, Baekhyun gets to work on the gauze, gently wrapping it around my arm and taping it together. I take a few deep breaths as he moves over to the sink, focusing on the sound of running water instead of the irritated skin of my scratched palms.

“You won’t need stitches,” Baekhyun murmurs thoughtfully, his voice breaking the silence, echoing across the tiled walls of the room. He dries his hands on an indigo blue towel hanging from a high bathroom rack attached to the wall. “...Are you okay?”

The hint of concern in his voice is surprising, it prompts my eyes shift over to him. “Yea—Fuck!” I hiss loudly, quickly bending my elbow back to its position. The tender wound throbs painfully in sync with my racing heartbeat.

His brows raise. He crosses his arms, leaning his hip against the counter and giving me another knowing look. I only glare back at him.

Baekhyun sighs tiredly. “I’ll get you an Advil.” He shakes his head, making his way out of the room and venturing further down the hallway. I clutch my arm to my chest, sending a quick text to my friend to come pick me up. Thankfully she’s right around the block, passing through the neighborhood on her way back home from work.

A smile curls on my lips when she sends a picture of the great maple tree at the nearest red light. The bandages crinkle when I stand up, grabbing my jacket and tentatively closing the first-aid kit before heading back towards the front of the house. Heavy footsteps have my head whipping back around to find Baekhyun in the hallway with a box of Advil in his hands. “Hey,” he cracks an awkward smile, his hair slightly disheveled.

I narrow my eyes at him.

The smile slowly falls off his face. He clears his throat, gesturing to the box in his hand. “I got you the Advil.”

“I see.” I don’t take my eyes off of him for a minute, shifting my weight so I can retrieve my knife if the need arises. His body language is off and his intentions are not clear. I make sure to keep distance between us; I’ve been in this situation a million times before. Whatever he is trying to achieve with this small talk, I am not up for sticking around to find out.

“Do you, uh‒” he runs a hand through his hair. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I called a friend,” I smile tightly.

“Oh.” His hand falls down to his side. He shoves it into his pocket and outstretches the box in his hand towards me. “Here, half the box is left. You probably need them more than‒” his eyes catch mine and he clears his throat again, “me.”

I look him up and down and carefully take the box from his hand, avoiding making any contact. My lips twitch in a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Thanks.”

Baekhyun nods, shoving both hands in his pockets, the velvet green underside of his coat showing when he parts his lips again. “About what happened earli‒”

The rev of a sports car engine cuts him off. “Hop in, bitch!” my best friend yells, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of this shady neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. “We’re going home!”

I glance at the open door then shoot him a forced, polite smile. “Thanks um… Baekhyun, was it? But there’s my ride. I got to go.”

Baekhyun nods while I make sure I have everything, tucking the box of medicine under my good arm. “See you around,” he speaks up when I’m halfway through the door.

Darting my eyes back to him with my hand on the screen door, I smile my fakest smile, letting it slam shut behind me. “Bye!” With a roll of my eyes, I match down the driveway to my friend’s car and hop in with a passive-aggressive smile.

“What the hell happened to your arm?” she raises a perfectly arched brow.

“A situation you never want to be in while shopping for hairspray, Alison. Now drive.”

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icequeenbae · 2 years

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Snapshot (m) | BBH

Pairing: photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader

Sequel: Shot Though the Heart (m)

Photographer AU, PWP, angsty, smut

Warnings: explicit content, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, some unrequited feelings, fuckboy!Baek(?)

Word Count: ~3k

Summary: You and Baekhyun are left alone in the private pool area at a fancy hotel for a steamy photoshoot. It ends up getting even steamier when he realizes your white swimsuit is actually lingerie.

Author’s note: It’s been a crazy few months, sweethearts, but Ri is back! And since my b-day is in a few days and it's yay time I come bearing gifts^^ As usual, I thank my lovely @baekshoney for keeping up with me and reading all of my relentless writing! This is something I produced a while ago, and I have no idea why I suddenly wanted to write something about photographer!Baek… But I hope it was worth the wait for you~

Btw, you didn’t hear it from me(!) but also may or may not be the first of X installments if you enjoy it, so don’t forget to comment/ reblog!

Tags: @exo-writers-net @bbh-net @superm-net

‘The lights are fine like this,’ Baekhyun nodded at the staff just as you walked onto the set.

It smelled like chlorine, and perfume, and also sweat – the latter most likely coming off of the workers, who were still busy organizing the space. But mostly chlorine, just like any other swimming pool.

‘Is everything ready?’ Your manager asked, glancing at the personnel finishing up the preparations.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun responded, giving your robe a brief, almost indifferent onceover before greeting you with a short. ‘Y/N.’

‘Baekhyun.’ You acknowledged him, looking away to examine the area absentmindedly.

The concept of this photoshoot was somewhat new to you. What you did with your group was vastly different to what you were doing solo, and you were the one in favor of making the distinction. Acting all cute with the girls was fun, but you were getting older and, frankly, tired of such antics. With your solo work, you preferred to tap into your darker side.

And this time you were planning to make it almost obscenely sexy.

The photoshoot was for one of the top fashion magazines in Korea, and they were dedicating several full spreads to your new album and long-term shiny partnerships with luxurious brands. You were going all in for this, and it was a wonder that you even got the concept approved. This was going to be way hotter than anything you’d done before.

Baekhyun spoke to your manager, and then addressed the entire room.

‘Alright, everything seems to be in order. Please empty the space now, thank you!’

Everyone scurried away, and in a minute, there was just you, your manager, and Baekhyun left.

‘You too,’ the photographer motioned at the door. ‘I don’t think she can relax with you watching from the sidelines like a creep.’

‘And she can in front of you?’ The other man tsked. ‘I’m staying.’

Before this escalated any further (with men being men), you intervened.

‘It’s fine, wait for me in the lobby. It would be easier if we’re alone.’

Baekhyun’s mouth twisted in a smirk, you swore you saw it before he turned away to tend to his camera. Feigning indifference, how cool of him.

‘But-’

‘We’ve worked together before. It’s fine. It’ll be more comfortable if only the necessary people are present.’

‘Alright.’ Your manager agreed, expression tentative. ‘But I’m one call away.’

You nodded. As if you’d call him in case Baekhyun actually did something inappropriate.

He was quick to leave, closing the door quietly behind him, probably somewhat happy to have a break with how busy your schedule was getting lately.

The silence was loud now that it was just the two of you. You tried focusing on the gentle sounds of stirring water, but there was no one in the pool, hence the water was almost still. It looked pretty, light blue — a color that reminded you of the glamorous Maldives beaches. Like most people, you’d much rather have a photoshoot there. There’s always next time…

‘Do you need help getting undressed?’ A voice in your ear startled you out of your thoughts.

Baekhyun stood close, only minimal distance between you, and you barely collected yourself before a visible shiver could take over your body. Instead, you retorted with a cheeky comment.

‘You seem eager.’

The photographer chuckled, brushing the strands away from your ear before leaning even closer.

‘You know I am.’

With that, you could only hope that he couldn’t see the goosebumps on your skin. The swiftness and irrevocability of your reactions to him were discomfiting.

‘Keep it in your pants, Byun.’ You said, trying to sound cold.

It was only semi-successful.

‘For now,’ he responded playfully, stepping away to watch you shake off your robe from a better angle. ‘I’ll never get tired of watching you strip.’

You rolled your eyes. Strip. Of course, that would be his word of choice.

‘Let’s get down to business.’

Turning around, you caught him staring shamelessly at your butt. He licked his lips before his eyes traveled to yours, and smiled, pleased to make a pun out of your words.

‘Let’s. Get down.’

It wasn’t easy for you to stay neutral. The set was quite intimate, and you were barely wearing anything, all while he was fully clothed. You were thankful to see him change his usual attire to something a bit more relaxed and well-suited for the setting. He wore shorts instead of oversized pants, and his feet were bare by the time you were ready to begin.

His hair was very different too. Last time you saw him, he had a mess of dark locks on his head. This time, however, he was blonde, with temples trimmed neatly. Somehow, this style sharpened his features, yet softened his look in general.

A few times in the course of the shoot you caught yourself staring, while he was flipping through the pics or adjusting the settings. You weren’t supposed to give him the pleasure, you made this promise to yourself prior to this shoot.

But it was getting so much more complex as the work progressed. You were now getting into water, first dipping your feet into it, then stretching out on the underwater stair-step.

Baekhyun was attentive and great at commanding you whenever you worked together. The results were always perfect, and your agency kept requesting him for more and more of their artists. He was a big name in the industry, not the best reputation, however. This man was the definition of a fuckboy, yet he somehow managed to miss the focal point of today’s event. Or your today’s outfit, to be precise.

It wasn’t your stylist who chose your clothing for today, it was you. And you knew exactly what you were doing, wearing a thin top and high-waist bottoms in white.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured in his usual fashion, looking through the last few shots. ‘Go deeper and get your tits wet. It’ll look good when you lean forward on deck.’

His suggestion made you smirk internally. Oh yes, it’d make you look pretty damn good. There was no doubt about that.

Doing as you were told, you swam to the spot where the depth of the pool was most suitable for your getting-out maneuver. It was rather shallow, and the level only reached your waist.

‘I’m going in from the side,’ Baekhyun announced, getting in the water with you. ‘Try to do it slowly, I’ll get a few angles.’

You nodded curtly.

‘Go ahead.’ He signaled for you to start, and you leaned forward, chest rising from the water.

It wasn’t visible because of your arms in front of you, but as you pulled yourself out of the water slowly, your chest opened fully to the outside world.

‘Yeah, that’s good, that’s g-’ The abrupt end of his casual phrase sent giddy excitement through you. ‘Y/N.’

‘Hm?’ You hummed as you climbed out and sat down at the edge of the pool, legs still half-submerged in water.

His eyes were on you now, scanning your body with covetous inquiry in real-time.

‘What the hell is this, honey?’

The pet names. You both hated and loved when he used them on you. The former because they were fake, and the latter… because they meant he was getting aroused.

Looking down innocently, you splashed the water with your foot.

‘What?’

He placed the camera away from the damp area before stepping closer to you and catching you by the ankle.

‘Don’t ‘what’ me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.’

Yes, you did know. He was talking about your see-through top. White tended to get half-transparent when you got in the water, and you wore unpadded lingerie instead of a proper swimsuit for a reason. To drive him crazy.

‘Didn’t you say that you wanted it to be professional?’ He reminded, getting even closer and circling the well-rounded areola with his thumb through the dank fabric while his other hand rested right by your thigh.

Yesterday.

That was the text you sent him when he told you he couldn’t wait to see you again. Maybe you even meant it at the time… You weren’t sure. Still, that wasn’t something you would care to admit to his face.

‘Where’s the fun in that?’ You smirk, finally looking him in the eye.

It took him a second to assess your response. And then he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours. You allowed him entrance into your mouth, and ran your fingers through his hair. They felt a bit crisper than they did last time, and you belatedly realized that he styled them ardently for today.

He broke the kiss first, telling you to move up.

‘Actually, get on the lounger. I wanna see everything.’

You chuckled, plopping onto one right as he got out of the pool. His shirt was sticking to his body, and his shorts looked like there was something going on in them. Too early to call it a boner, but you were satisfied with how things progressed.

‘Spread.’

His instructions were laconic, and you licked your lips in building anticipation.

Opening your legs, you observed as he tongued his cheek in frustration… of a pleasant kind.

‘It’s like you’re naked while you aren’t.’ He kneeled between your legs, looking right at your center. ‘Intriguing…’

His middle finger rubbed between your labia, pressing the moist fabric to your delicate skin. You knew he could very well see everything, yet having the thin layer between your skin and his felt like that final frontier. However easy it was to tear it down.

‘But I much prefer you genuinely naked.’

You lifted your butt eagerly to help him rid you of your panties. The skin underneath was damp, even more so than the rest of your body, and the direct contact with the air made you shiver.

‘Getting cold, baby?’ He asked in a sugary tone, lifting your leg up to place over his shoulder. ‘I can keep you warm.’

His tongue was scorching on your skin, and you gasped as he licked a quick stripe up. You looked down, meeting his eyes while his mouth explored your folds. His gaze was sinful. And so was his tongue, flattening out and rubbing fervently against your clit.

‘Baekhyun…’ You whispered, lost in the sensation too quickly.

He was way too good at this. And you knew that. He went down on you almost every time you’d had sex before. And every time you surveyed his face between your legs, he looked like he was exactly where he belonged. Humming in content as you squealed and shook in his hands, desperately gasping for air as he ate you out. He was noisy about it, too. No decency whatsoever.

‘Fuck-’ He swore before planting a kiss right below your most sensitive spot. ‘I could do this for hours. I’m so addicted to your pussy.’

‘We don’t have hours,’ you nudged him breathlessly. ‘Just shove your dick inside me.’

Baekhyun snickered, palming himself on autopilot.

‘I like the way you think, love.’

Before you came up with a snappy response, he tugged his shorts down and gave himself a few determined pumps. You gulped, watching his delicate hand flex, veins becoming more prominent as he moved it up and down his thick flesh.

‘Lie back down. No need to give me those greedy eyes of yours.’

You wanted to argue, but the press of his tip to your clit was simply too overwhelming. Moving down slightly to accommodate him, you lay flat on your back. The incline of the sunbed was perfect for Baekhyun’s position in front of you, so he leaned in, penetrating you slowly. Only as he sheathed himself fully inside, you realized how much you’d missed feeling him like this. You’d only ever met on occasion, and each time… you were simply too weak for him. Although you knew you’d walk away with an unpleasant throbbing in your chest, and this encounter would be on your mind for weeks to come.

Every time you found yourself merely thinking about his proximity, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. He had you wrapped around his finger, and you had no idea how to escape his charm. The magnetic pull, the power he had over you that you couldn’t battle. Even while knowing what he was like.

You felt sick afterwards, thinking that once again you became ‘another model’ in his list. It was obvious he didn’t think of this nearly as much as you did, and while you always played it cool with him, making it look like you were the one using him as your boytoy… In reality, it was you who craved at least fleeting contact with him.

Yet the price was incredibly high.

Your heart broke a little with every rendezvous. And despite his passionate thrusts driving you to your high with unfailing consistency, the moment you go your separate ways it’d feel like your soul was torn out of you again.

Did you have one anymore?

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun’s pant ripped you out of the vacuum of your mind. ‘You feel even better than I remember. I wish I’d get to fuck you somewhere you could be loud at…’

That had never happened before. During all of your previous hookups you had to sneak around and keep it down. Those were mostly in hotels and… your dressing room. You’d learned to control your sound, because getting found out wasn’t an option. The kind of mess that would’ve followed had someone busted you… that you weren’t even willing to imagine.

‘Fuck,’ your lover grunted again before looking you in the eye. ‘You already close?’

‘Yes.’ The answer was short but filled with anticipation.

The sleek sounds your pussy produced as he continued moving his thighs were a clear indication of how ready you were to come. He made sure you did. Sometimes more than once. But you usually had very limited time together, so it wasn’t always on the table.

‘Good girl,’ he hummed, keeping a rough, steady rhythm. ‘Shit, I’m gonna come as soon as you do…’

He groaned this last part into your lips before giving you a deep kiss. Like always, he knew exactly when your orgasm was about to hit you. The muffled sounds you produced echoed off the tall walls of the area, and he held your mouth hostage for another minute before letting you take a breath.

The sudden desire to taste more of him overpowered your rational mind, so you blurted out the only thing that floated in your mind right now.

‘Don’t soil me.’ You barely managed to say that out loud before he grunted in initiating release.

He still pulled out, and you slid onto the floor quicker than he could even realize what was going on. Taking over, you jerked him off yourself, leaning down to catch each drop of his come in your mouth. Getting carried away, you didn’t even take note of his fingers in your hair. Sucking on his tip diligently as he choked up a groan, you made sure that you had all of his cum before giving him a couple concluding licks.

Wiping your mouth clean, you sat back down on the lounger. Baekhyun was still on his knees in front of you, breathless and dazed by your sudden leap, and you picked up your wet underwear to put it back on. As soon as you reclined, you heard a click.

He snapped a picture of you.

‘The heck?’ You frowned, caught off guard.

‘The sight is too mesmerizing to not perpetuate,’ he said, getting poetic out of the blue. ‘You’re beautiful, Y/N.’

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you instantly became defensive, sneering pettily in an unsuccessful attempt to cover it up.

‘Is that what you tell every model you fuck?’

He gave you a mischievous grin that only made you feel worse.

‘I definitely have it for the pretty ones. But you’re my favorite.’

Swallowing the bitterness in your mouth, you only hummed in response.

You could very well tell that you were. From what you’d heard before, he wasn’t the type to have sex with the same girl twice to avoid attachment. But it wasn’t the first time that you’d had sex with him. In fact, he’d had you sprawled underneath him on numerous occasions after (or during) some other photoshoots and events, where you’d crossed paths before.

But it was just that. Some brief fucking before your ways parted again for months. And as much as you wanted to put an end to the disconcerting dynamics between you two, you couldn’t. He was just too good at luring you in, and you were wandering into his trap willingly.

‘My offer still stands, honey. I’d date the hell out of you if you said yes.’

This wasn’t the first time he offered and you kept declining.

You truly wanted to put an end to your endless ‘get-togethers’, so actually agreeing to officially date him wasn’t part of your plan. Even though he was the one suggesting that, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you heard about him and a random young actress, or some other model that he fucked casually after a shoot. You had no intention of going through that. What you had right now wasn’t healthy, yet it was safer. For your emotional state.

Pushing your real feelings deeper down, you gave him a wry smile.

‘Don’t get greedy. Too much of a good thing is good for nothing.’ You got up and put your robe back on, giving him an almost flirty glance over one shoulder. ‘I hope you got some good shots. See you around, Baekhyun.’

He didn’t respond to that, only watching you walk away from him. You could feel his eyes boring into your back as you reached the door.

Baekhyun didn’t need to know that your feet were heavy as lead with every step you took away from him.

Unpacking the fresh copy of the magazine issue a few weeks later, you found out that the last picture he snapped of you ended up on the cover. A snapshot of your illicit passion’s aftermath.

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A/N: Thank you for reading~ I hope you liked their chem! More of these two crossing paths, anyone? Don't forget authornim over here loves writing sequels and mini-series. But she also cannot read your minds, if you know what I mean hehe

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LAY : Great Voyage : Sail(or)

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theinvitation-bot · 1 year

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ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫

⚔️ - “I don’t usually dress up but i think this suit fits me well, what do you think dear?”

🏹 - “all i need is a perfect, pure white angel. what do you say love?”

☕️ - “my costume is simple, even so I don’t want to see your eyes on anyone else tonight, got it?”

⛓️- “stay by my tonight okay? Iet me know if you feel uncomfortable”

🕯️- “mine’s is simple too, but I’m a cute cat boy meow” he blushes “d-do you like it?”

🦇 - “don’t look at them, look at me brat” he spat slapping your cheek “now give your pirate a kiss”

🔪 - “spooky scary skeleton send shivers down your spine, hehe I think i look cute and i hope you think the same. hold my hand please? 🥺”

tags: @wiickedxgood @bunnybubkook @idontlikelizards @hugs4chan @minmin-petalcb @honey-beaut @corruption-skz @multistan-kpopfanfics @yourbffactory @seungcheolics @baekmarcie @keelixx-x @multihoe-net @lowblot @yourflower-cb @badbf-cb @luxora @insmnia @jayswritingcafe @fairych4ein @halloween-idols @urbtsboys @onlyomega-cb @payu-cb @nana-n-nono @universe-of-superm @deftonescb @angelxdevil-bot @moonlightchn @wnderlandspam @lunaaofthemoon @livealittleoc-cb

#hyungwon ⚔️#junhui 🏹#jaehyun ☕️#seonghwa ⛓️#yeongjun 🕯️#hyunjin 🦇#yangyang 🔪#update

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jaennie · 1 year

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handsome Baekhyun answering fans’ concerns and revealing secrets (he is an ESTJ now :p)

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Hell-tel 6;; KKB

Word Count;; 1.3k

Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), F2Ls

Pairing;; Kibum x Reader

Summary;;

Your cross-country vacation has come to a grinding halt after an engine malfunction stranded you in the middle of literally nowhere. After spending a few nights in a -1 star motel, you and your best friend, Kibum, are going stir-crazy. All is fair in love and war, and you won’t go down without a fight, not when the most precious commodity is at stake: the frumpy bed and its hard mattress.

Warnings;;

Brief alcohol consumption (literally a sip of beer), playful banter, some flirtatious remarks, slightly suggestive content

Notes;;

Written for @kikisfuneralservice for the @superm-net fic exchange event! [DUDE I AM SO SORRY!! I didn’t realise this was due at the end of June. I thought I still had time. Totally spaced it. But I hope you enjoy it, and I’m glad you’re out here making content for SHINee, you’re a rockstar!!]

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"It's Saturday night," Kibum groaned, plopping down on the couch beside you. "You're gonna spend the weekend holed up in this tiny motel room?"

"It only feels tiny because it's made for one person, not two."

He rolled his eyes. "Just because it has one bed doesn't mean it's made for one person. Ever heard of couples before?"

You didn't reply, choosing to instead kick your feet up on the coffee table. It shivered and creaked under your weight. Much like everything else inside the room it was on its last leg. In fact, most of the basic necessities were on the fritz. The refrigerator left your drinks warmer than they had been when you put them in, black spots plagued the television screen, and the showerhead pelted you with ice-cold water.

Then there was the air conditioner. Instead of a fresh breeze it pushed out stale air that clung to your clothes, leaving the stench of wet dog in its wake. No matter how much of Kibum's cologne you spritzed throughout the cramped quarters, mildew hung in the air. You'd given up by the second night.

"This might actually be hell," you whined.

"It's not that bad." Kibum's arm slinked around the back of the couch. The tips of his fingers brushed against your shoulders. "At least we're suffering together."

"Looks like someone forgot who's on the couch tonight."

His head lolled back as he groaned, hitting the couch’s stiff headrest with an audible thump. "We're in hell."

After an eternity of the couch trying to swallow you whole, you stretched your arms with a little yawn. Straightening your posture took great effort but you rose to your feet while using Kibum for balance. Tension riddled his shoulder, the muscles taut and tight. Your lips pulled down into a frown. Digging your thumb into the largest knot, you grappled with it, squeezing it between your fingers. Kibum swatted you away with an indignant huff.

“You’re worse than the springs stabbing me in the back.”

“You need a massage.”

“Not from you, not with those hands.”

He chuckled mirthlessly, shaking his head. Throwing your hands up in surrender, you mumbled out a ‘fine’. Once you were back in the big city you would schedule a spa day for the two of you… not that a single session could fix the damage this hell-tel had caused. You would need a vacation from your vacation at this rate. Somewhere free from cars and their woes, perhaps with a king-sized bed, and functioning amenities (would that be too much to ask?). At the very least it should have a working fridge, or an ice machine, or even a convenience store nearby with either a working fridge or ice machine.

Snapping your fingers as you remembered why you had gotten up in the first place, you crossed the room. It didn’t take much – once you sidled past the table, a single step brought you to the mini fridge. The cooling component inside grumbled to life, mocking you and your desires. Taking it a step further, it didn’t budge as you tried to pry the dented door open. Just typical. Gritting your teeth, you put your whole back into it. It shook and rumbled within your sweaty palms but remained sealed.

“Just open already,” you growled, kicking the machine.

“Did you unlock it?”

“It doesn’t have a lock.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, I’m… sure?” Giving the metal box a once-over, a wave of confusion swept over you. Near the bottom on the left side was a glimmering latch. “Huh. That’s new.”

“They installed it yesterday.”

“Really?” you asked, snapping around to face Kibum. Incredulity morphed into irritation once you caught sight of his smirk. “Ha-ha, funny. So glad you can find a way to prank me even here. You’re so clever.”

“Thank you,” he said, unable to hide his triumphant glee. “And you’re pretty cute when you get all worked up like that.”

Warmth tinged your ears. You gave him a dismissive wave before directing your attention back to your initial task. When you unlatched the fridge with a huff, it responded with an obnoxious hum that rolled out into the room. It was bare aside from a six pack of beer and a couple bottles of water. The air inside was warmer than the room’s ambient temperature, and the two cans you grabbed weren’t much cooler. You tossed one to Kibum. Froth spilled out as you flipped the tab. It poured onto the floor, earning you a disapproving look from your temporary roommate. Even so he followed suit. Leaning forward, he cracked it open and soon after the carpet soaked up the suds.

“Now we have to leave a bigger tip for the housekeeper.”

“As if they even have one,” you said with a shudder, looking down at the old stains that littered the carpet. “Anyway, let’s toast! Here's hoping the part arrives tomorrow!"

You raised the can to clink against his. Liquid sloshed against metal as your beers bounced against one another. Bringing the drink to your lips, you took a swig. Your regret was immediate. Warm, flat beer rushed down your throat and you choked. Bitter alcohol stung your nose and burned your throat. Kibum’s eyes widened at your outburst but it was too late, the drink was already slipping past his lips. Throwing his head forward, he unceremoniously spat it back into the can.

Shadows crossed his flawless skin as he glowered at you. "Even if the car isn't fixed tomorrow, I'm out of here. I'll walk if I have to. I never want to see this town again."

Clearing your throat of the vile drink, you scratched your head. "Still want to go out?"

"And drink more of that?” He sighed, discarding the drink on the table. "Let's just go to bed. We have to be well rested so we can count chickens or whatever else they consider entertainment around here."

"The baby chicks were kind of cute though," you said as you walked to the sink, emptying the beer down the drain. Even over the strained glugging of the pipes you heard Kibum scoff. "What? They were!"

"I'm taking the bed tonight."

Dropping the can, you tripped over your feet in your haste to accost him. “Like hell you are!”

He pushed the coffee table into your direct path before you could scramble to the bedroom to stake your claim. Standing with poise and grace, he brushed away not-so-imaginary dust while looking you up and down. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he walked around the table. Now opposite you, he tutted.

“I’m not spending another night on that couch”—you opened your mouth in protest but he pressed a finger to your lips—“but since it’s your turn for the bed, I’m willing to share it with you.”

“Share?” you whined before shoving the table back against the couch. He nodded. “Fine. We can share. Since it’s the last night.”

“Good. It’s about time we slept together, anyway.”

Warmth rushed throughout your veins. You spluttered, looking anywhere but directly at him, until you heard his breathless chuckling. Another of his little jokes. The embarrassment fell from your face, replaced with an exhausted frown. Your gaze looped around from his feet to his million-dollar smile. Immaculate despite the environment, his silky hair framing gleaming eyes.

“Just where did your mind go, huh?”

“Are you going to bed or…?”

“I’m worried that I might not get any sleep,” he teased, stepping into your space. With him came the scent of mint. “Are you going to pounce me in the middle of the night?”

Giving his chest a light nudge, you rolled your eyes in an attempt to dispel the heat blossoming across your cheeks. “As if. Stop playing around.”

“Alright, alright, but”—using the side of his crooked finger, he lifted your chin, the intensity of his stare sending shivers down your spine—“I won’t complain if you change your mind.”

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